Title: Kidnapped Cheer Squad in Slavery Hell
Series: Kidnapped No.3
Author: Kristine Lichtlider
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Publisher: Lots Cave
Length: 47,399 Words
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Welcome to your new home, putas,” Pedro said as he dragged on the lead connected to Becky's yoke. “What do you think of the place? Oh, that's right, none of you can see.”
“Should we take off the hoods and show 'em, boss?” Cowboy asked.
“Might as well,” Pedro said.
Becky knew that they were inside of some structure mainly because the cold rain was no longer freezing her naked skin, and smooth stones had replaced the rough terrain under her bare feet. When her hood came off, she was shocked to see that they were inside of an old church.
Her eyes went wide and she squealed behind her bit gag as she took in the various sights. Instead of pews or tabernacles, there were medieval torture devices crammed into every spare space. Some of them were horrifically familiar, others strangely frightening because of their alien design.
“For the next week,” Pedro said as he unhooded the girls one by one “this will be your home. We're going to break you in this old church, break you down to nothing and then build you back up into obedient, horny slave girls.”
Cowboy pulled off Ada's hood, and then pinched the Muslim girl's nipple in a vice like grip. She shifted from foot to foot, tears pouring down her face as she pleaded for him to stop.
“What's that, slave?” Cowboy said, craning his ear as if he were trying to listen to her “tighter, you say? Bet this is the first time your heathen ass has ever been in a church.”
“Be careful with that one,” Pedro said “I think Sven likes her.”
“so fucking what?” Cowboy said with a sneer.
“You ain't ever seen him mad before,” Pedro said, taking the hood off of Junko. “How ya doin, precious?”
She turned her head away as he brushed her cheek. She pulled at the yoke binding her wrists, in spite of the fact that her skin was rubbed raw.
“Oh, that's right,” Pedro said “this one don't like the touch of a man.”
“Then we'll have to make sure we break her of that,” came a new voice.
The captive girls and the men who were tormenting them all turned to regard the new
speaker. He was a slender young man, with a curly mop of hair atop his head and a
“Mmk Fckerberg!” Jean said around her gag.
Becky's eyes widened further. It really was Mike Phuckerberg, ceo of MyFace. What he was doing here she couldn't imagine, but she didn't hold out much hope he was there to rescue them.
“They figured you out, boss,” said Cowboy.
“They shouldn't call me by my name,” Mike said, brow furrowing.
“What do you want them to call you, jefe?” Pedro asked. “I can have them singing it by the end of tomorrow.”
“Hmm,” Mike said as he walked down the line of naked girls. Cleo tried to turn her breasts away from him as he fondled them freely, but Cowboy grabbed her hair from behind and forced her to be still. “You know, I think they should call me God. It's close enough for them.”
The girls, particularly Becky and Cleo, were angered by that notion. Mike laughed and stepped right up in front of the cheer captain.
The Raptor Cheer Squad; Beautiful, spoiled, and on top of the world...until they are kidnapped one by one by a mysterious group of men. Taken to a remote mountain hideaway, they are tortured to their breaking point and forced to serve the perverted sexual whims of their captors. Will they ever escape? Or is it their fate to be sex slaves forever?
eBook TAGS Captivity, Bondage & Discipline BDSM, sex, imprisonment, Slavery, torture,