1. Amy and Vivian Go Missing


    Date: 7/26/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Coercion, Rape, Torture, Author: gaggedKitty23, Source: sexstories.com

    Amy and Vivian had not intended to enter the ultimate nightmare of despair that would end in their complete sexual degradation. Their trip had started off with only carefree optimism. The two had decided to visit the far-flung Republic of Argenistan because they wanted to get away and because they assumed that, although corrupt and crime-ridden, that their parents’ money would bribe them or buy them whatever they wanted. Besides, this trip was the final grand adventure between high school and college, and both pampered 18-year-old girls yearned to make the most of it, in no small measure by going to a place that was edgy and exotic. Cancun? They both scoffed at such a conventional notion. Argenistan seemed to promise genuine thrills, not to mention enough of a rugged experience to help keep the parents from wanting to tag along! So it was that Amy and Vivian began what they thought would be the adventure of their lives. Amy was tall at 5’7, slender yet somehow impressively curved, her blonde hair cut just above her shapely shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled like the open ocean when she saw something she lusted after - which was often. Her soft-spoken manner and shyness only lasted until she got to know you, and then she became the demanding, typically spoiled rich girl. Her friend Vivian was in some ways the polar opposite. Vivian’s body was shorter and stockier at 5’3, her breasts fuller yet just as perky. Vivian’s dark hair was the color of a priceless dark wood veneer, ...
    and her chestnut eyes glinted with mischief whenever she grew bored, which was often. She was outspoken and aggressive, even with people she hardly knew. Both girls would soon learn that not all young women could afford to act as they did - and that haughtiness could be a person’s undoing. After arriving on a beautiful spring day, Amy and Vivian rented a car at the Argenistan National Airport and began their drive along the decrepit main highway. The potholes reminded Amy of craters made by meteorites, and there wasn’t another soul on the road. They had started feeling uncomfortable at the outset, with the lingering looks the security guards had given them before letting them depart from the airport parking garage. Argenistan might have been a relatively stable country, but it was still ruled by a dictator, and the quietly foreboding atmosphere was not something that the two young women had counted on when they had fantasized about the country’s isolated tourist resorts. Corrupt capitalism was one thing, free speech and real progress quite another. About an hour from the airport the engine in their ancient-looking car abruptly sputtered to a stand-still, and the two girls exchanged nervous glances. “Don’t worry, babe. I got this.” Vivian whipped out her prepaid cell, and promptly got no signal whatsoever. She tapped her fingers nervously on the fabric of her short skirt and swore. Soon afterward an army jeep pulled up and two handsome officers hopped out. “Can we help you ...
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