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The Taking of Cheryl Cheryl Captured von Blades, Paul (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 07.12.2006
  • Verlag: Pink Flamingo Publishers
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The Taking of Cheryl

The beautiful, auburn haired Cheryl is accosted in her New York City apartment by a slave trader known only as Turk. He strips her, and after sampling her luxurious body, he dresses her in her sexiest dress and forces her to do a lascivious strip tease before a web cam. The performance is webcast to wealthy and unscrupulous bidders throughout the world Cheryl is their latest prize. The ultimate buyer is unknown to Turk; his job is to package her in a soundproof traveling case and deliver her to a strip mall in Baltimore, where he will hand her off to unknown agents of an international criminal organization known only as "K". While preparing Cheryl for her journey, he finds himself strangely drawn to the comely young woman. He kisses her, something he has never done before to any of the women he has kidnapped and enslaved. But he must disregard his strange attraction to the girl; she's to be sold. Drugged and packed in a specially designed travel box, the bound and frightened Cheryl is delivered as scheduled. The travel box is taken to a waiting freighter, ready for transport to her owner. The buyer, an American multimillionaire named Benjamin Stoner, is a colonial robber baron who controls most of the northern half of the West African country. Arriving at her final destination, Cheryl quickly learns the awful truth about her new life, as she's subjected to Stoner's sadistic demands, and a sexuality she both despises and learns to crave. While Cheryl suffers under Stoner's brutal regime, her sister Denise arrives in NYC, in search of her. As soon as Turk discovers the 'lookalike' sister, he immediately sets his sights. If he can't have Cheryl, he'll take Denise as his own. An S&M sexual fantasy, as raw and brutal as it is thrilling, for those who enjoy the extremes of sexual slavery.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 96
    Erscheinungsdatum: 07.12.2006
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781934349458
    Verlag: Pink Flamingo Publishers
    Größe: 169 kBytes
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The Taking of Cheryl


Cheryl's New Home

Cheryl was awake when Turk abandoned her at the Marlymore Shopping Center in East Baltimore. Her head was fuzzy and she was cramped. She had sensed the box being offloaded from the van and wheeled a short distance. She did not hear the light tap on the box that Turk made due to the box's construction. After all, it was designed to suppress noise. She was uncomfortable indeed. She had a gag almost down her throat, stuffing her mouth. Her arms were bound tightly behind her and she was crouched down in an agonizing position. "Where was he taking her?" she thought. "What was happening to her?"

Now that the drug was wearing off, Cheryl's senses had come alive. Waves of misery swept over her. Confined closely in her small, black prison, she began to sob uncontrollably. She wailed behind the gag, a long, aching wail. She could hear in her head her own sounds, but not in her ears. The long, fat, penis shaped gag suppressed almost all noise. She struggled to raise her head, to free her hands, to move her legs, but all to no avail. Her back and knees ached from the strain, as did the muscles on the back of her legs. Her breasts were crushed against her thighs.

She remembered her last few moments of consciousness. She remembered the struggle with the Turk, their embrace and her surrender of all resistance to him. Something had shifted in her at that moment, something Cheryl was not sure about. This stranger, who had abused, tormented and displayed her so wantonly had kissed her with a passion she had never before experienced. She had felt it too. Against all logic and against everything she held true, she had felt the man's lust and returned it. But what had he done? Why was she trussed up and packaged so severely? She remembered the hypodermic and her loss of all volitional function. She had meekly allowed the Turk to adorn her body with the cruel bindings that now held her in place. She remembered the tube pushed down her throat, the sensation of gagging as it went down.

As Cheryl was musing her future, another gray van moved into the parking lot. A small, lithe man, shadowy in appearance and demeanor, stepped out from behind the wheel and proceeded to collect Cheryl and her box. He quickly rolled the box up a small ramp to the back of the van, slammed the door shut and drove away. It was driven a short distance to a freight yard and there transferred again to the back of a truck headed for delivery down at the harbor. An hour later, it was being lifted over the side of a freighter bound for Liberia. The ship sailed four hours later.

Cheryl felt the various bumps and movements of her container. She was in a kind of daze, partly due to the aftereffects of the drug, but also from being overwhelmed emotionally and physically by her predicament. Her muscles were now numb from their constriction. Cheryl's mind was struggling with the unreality of what was happening to her. A few hours ago she was stepping into her apartment, looking forward to a pleasant and maybe adventurous evening with her friends. Now she was no more than a packaged commodity, a caged prisoner, subject to the whims of who knows who.

Cheryl had no idea how long she had been in the box. She knew she had been driven quite a distance. And she knew that she was still in transit to somewhere. As she pieced together the night's events, Cheryl ran through the possibilities of what they meant. The sexual assaults by the Turk she could understand. Women were raped in New York everyday, even in their own apartments. But the rest, the little display in front of the computer camera, her cruel and painful packaging, for that she had little context for understanding.

A flicker of insight began to torment her. She was definitely being kidnapped. Her naked body, her forced invitations to sexual exploitation, could there really be any other explanation

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