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From: Cindy Silver Eyes <cse1986@rocketmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} T-BAG'S BREAK (M/F, NC, Slavery, Humiliation) - Cindy Silver Eyes
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T-BAG'S BREAK

(M/F, NC, Slavery, Humiliation)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com



Cindy moaned into her gag again as the truck hit another rough
patch   the fact that she knew all her panic and despair didn't
have any use hardly mattered.  She'd quit screaming frantically
and her cries had died out maybe 50 miles ago or so, but her fear
continued to tear through the young co-ed as she kept bumping
around in the trunk of her own Grand Cherokee, which had been
destined for Las Vegas just a few hours ago...  

Cindy had been heading to Vegas to meet up with her classmates
for Spring Break.  She'd had to make a detour to see her Mom and
Dad, and that had been enough to delay her a day... The Junior
marketing major had been anxious to catch up with the rest of her
gang in Vegas when the Jeep almost ran straight into a fallen
tree on one of the sideroads... 

Another bump produced another moan from Cindy as she slammed
against the back of the back-seat - the Jeep was rolling through
country roads at full speed...  Cindy's naked breasts brushed
against the rough carpet of the trunk and her nipples flared in
pain.  All she had on was her shorts   her t-shirt had been torn
away and made into a gag.  The flip-flops she'd been wearing had
somehow been lost in the struggle.  Her arms and legs screamed in
pain from the taut ropes.  She was tied in a hog-tie - her wrists
were tied behind her back, connected to her curled-back ankles
with another rope...  She'd seen this position in advertisements
for bondage web sites that insisted on popping up when she was
downloading music or doing research on the internet - the very
knowledge that she was tied up like those women at the moment was
enough to make her scream her guts out in disgust and terror, but
whatever sound she made was muffled by the gag, which was also
held in place by a thick piece of rope.  

Cindy felt the SUV finally slowing down and rolling onto a dirt
road...  They'd stopped only once through the journey   she had
no idea why, perhaps to get fuel.  She'd screamed like she was on
fire then, to no avail.  No one had heard her.  

The Jeep suddenly came to a full stop, and Cindy once again
crashed against the back seat, screaming and cursing at once... 


Cindy had to wait in the trunk for another 15 minutes before she
heard footsteps coming towards the back of the car   and all of a
sudden the trunk was open, the trunk cover lifted, light rushed
in, temporarily blinding the girl who had been tied up in the
dark for nearly 4 hours...  

"Hey babe   did you miss T-Bag?" her captor chuckled in that
horrible sarcastic voice of his...  

He'd taken the trouble to introduce himself when he'd rushed out
of the woods, grabbing the young woman who had been examining the
fallen tree that blocked her way.  In all honesty, the escaped
convict had expected to trap a family man of sorts, not a
gorgeous, young, hot co-ed...  But T-Bag never had any qualms
about making the most out of a lucky hand...

Cindy's terror jumped up a few levels again at the sight of T-Bag
  he was still wearing his prison outfit and looked like he was
capable of any evil at all.  Just that crooked smile on his face
was enough to tell the young co-ed that kidnapping and rape were
no more than daily errands for this monster, let alone murder...

T-Bag grabbed Cindy by the hair and pulled her up onto her
twisted knees with her toes barely touching the floor in the back
of the car   the girl started wailing again, but the escaped
convict only laughed at her.  He got his face close to hers, his
sarcastic grin widened even further:

"Well, babe, welcome to my cabin in the woods   we gonna be out
here for a while, maybe a week or so, while I hide out from all
the dogs on my tail...  Thing is, there ain't no TV here in the
woods   and I ain't had no woman in 7 years...  so imagine what
we gonna do to pass time..."

The co-ed was once again near crying, and she was begging into
her gag, but all this only seemed to amuse and encourage her
captor...  

"Oh yeah Babe   we're gonna have a ton of fun here with you... 
and soon enough, you'll be sucking me with the cutesiest smile,
and you'll be beggin' me to fuck you like a cheap whore, if you
know what's good for you...  don't worry, I've trained so many
bitches in prision   I love owning bitches..." T-bag chuckled in
delight.  

"Only, all the bitches I had the last few years were faggoty city
boys...  not a woman, you know...  not like a real bitch ...  not
a fancy, hot, college girl like you...  oh, I bet you love to
cock-ease all the boys on the campus, eh?  Maybe you fuck some,
too, hmm?  Oh, well, I can't wait to have me a fancy, primo,
ivy-league blow-job..."

T-Bag pulled on Cindy's hair further with his left hand   and his
right hand went to his pocket to grab something...

"First this other thing though... after that you can start
showing me what a good little bitch you will be for me..."

T-Bag was holding a camera in his hand, one of those disposable
ones that could be bought at gas stations... 

"Say cheese, slut..." he chuckled as he took a picture.  Cindy
was overcome with shame even under the circumstances   she was
naked but for her shorts, her large breasts dangling nude before
her, her blonde hair sticking to her face, and she was tied up
like a pig...

"One for the album, eh?" T-Bag cackled, as he took another
picture of his captive.  

He then put the camera back into his pocket and lit a cigarette,
blowing smoke on Cindy's face, and caused the girl to cough...

"Well, babe, here's the thing   I will be crossing to Mexico in
10 days...  all arranged by some padres over there...  they don't
work for free of course...  I was thinking I gotta rob me a bank
or something, to pony up... but, when I got a prize bitch to
deliver, why risk my skin, eh?"  T-Bag chuckled again...  

"Lemme send this picture to them   gotta love all this new
technology shit, bitch, I bet your college ass knows all about
it... - and see what they gotta say...  Shit   just the chance of
partying with your ass for a couple days should be enough for
those fuckin' wet-backs...  And imagine what a tasty prize your
tight ass gonna be in a Mexican whorehouse   hmm, maybe some
rich-ass drug-lord might wanna keep you for himself though? 
Maybe you'll get lucky, eh, girl...?  Maybe you'll end up sucking
spick cock in a big-ass mansion in Tiuana...! "

Cindy was now shaking her head and begging into her gag again.

"But let me first see for myself if you're a good bitch...  heck,
maybe you too good to give up to those spick motherfuckers..."

T-Bag pulled Cindy up by the hair, pulled her out of the car, and
dropped her on the dirt ground like a bag of potatoes, and Cindy
shrieked as she hit the ground...  but before she could cry
again, T-Bag took out a huge knife, which rushed a new wave of
fear through Cindy's eyes.  She was lying on the ground, tossed
up like a thanksgiving turkey...  

T-Bag cut the rope that tied her wrists to her ankles, though
both her wrists and ankles were still tied behind her back.  And
then he cut the rope that kept her gag in place.  Before Cindy
could protest, or cry, T-Bag's rough left-hand pulled her onto
her knees by the hair.

"Now, bitch.."  T-Bag gave his most menacing smile... "you're
gonna suck your new owner...  If you bite..."  T-Bag paused and
chuckled... "you're too much of a pussy to bite anyway..." 

He was already zipping down his fly.  "And you'd better do one
hell of a job if you know what's good for you bitch..." he
warned.  "Hell, your life depends on it...!"

T-Bag grinned as the girl began her task   she was trembling in
fear, and was terrified for sure, and clumsy with all her bonds,
but she was gonna be one good bitch alright...  this promised to
be a good week for T-bag...  

"Heck" he said to himself. 

"Maybe I'll really keep the bitch for myself, eh...!"

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com


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