A Mexican man in his late thirties, with dark hair, green eyes, and an impressive beard, approached Eric and the Kitten. He was wearing a strange white suit and his demeanor was completely different from the people around them. From the general description Raymond had given, Eric knew it was definitely Felipe. Only the owner of an estate like the one they were in right now would dare to wear an ostentatious outfit to attend such a lavish party. Eric, wearing jeans and an out-of-date shirt, looked very casual, and he felt a little self-conscious about his untidy appearance. He wanted to see him on a more equal footing. “Bueno! You must be Mr. C,” the man said, his voice solemn but gentle. “Mr. R has told me many interesting things about you. I'm Felipe. Welcome to my home.” Felipe's accent is heavy, but the words are clear enough to be understood. Eric reached out his right hand only after Felipe brought his right hand out first. Their handshake was firm. Long ago, Raymond taught Eri
“This way you can see and keep your privacy,” Felipe gestured toward the chairs. “Thanks,” Eric said, as humbly as possible, “I'm Eric. Kitten knows my name very well, so there's no need to fuss over me." Eric didn't expect to be called Sir all night long. Felipe looked down at Kitten and smiled. “As you wish, Lord Eric,” he said, and left to join the other guests. Eric sat down in one of the velvet chairs and stroked Kitten's hair, while she settled quietly on the floor beside him. She had followed him through the crowd on her arms and knees, carefully guarding her wounded shoulder. Eric sighed deeply as he stroked her hair, comforting both of them. He didn't want things to be this complicated, but the time for wishes had passed. Suddenly, Eric heard the "jingle" of a bell, and a petite Asian girl with jet-black hair and almond-shaped eyes caught his attention. She crawled slowly on her hands and knees, but a quick glance showed that the hesitant movement was imperative. The othe
Raymond wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes as he slowly turned laughter into distorted silence. “So childish, Eric. Jair was just a source of information when he wasn't very useful. I know you very well, Khoya, and I would be a fool to think that you would tell me everything. Besides, I want to see the girl you chose for Vladek. I want to make sure she's perfect for the task. Frankly speaking, at the moment, I don't feel very convinced." Eric directed his anger inward; absently, he reached out and stroked Kitten's hair. “I accept the attack, Raymond. I chose Kitten myself, and just like in your story: I'm content with my choice. Have you ever thought that a minute in that whore's arms is all I need?" Eric finally calmed down and smiled. “She said it perfectly.” Raymond chuckled and Eric couldn't help but laugh along. They have known each other for a very long time. Raymond was the only one who truly understood Eric, and despite their odd and often tense relationship, Eric
I wanted to scream at her for refusing to speak up, but I'm sure that wouldn't get me anywhere. “Sixuuuuu…months?” She shook her head. I take a deep breath, consolidating my breath for the next question, “Five?” She nodded and smiled. Dude. Five stars? She has been Felipe's slave for six years. I cannot imagine. “You never tried to escape?!” My voice is clearly too loud. Her gaze suddenly turned panic, and she looked towards the door, but it was as if it would snap open and something terrible would happen. She hurried over to me and placed her fingers on my lips. I was stunned and motionless, waiting for the moment to pass. Her gaze reprimanded me and continued like that until she stepped back, shaking her head at me. She left the room before I could apologize or ask any more questions. Well done! "Fuck," I mumbled to no one. I thought of facing Eric's wrath within minutes of Celia leaving, but no one showed up. I wasn't allowed to leave the new room, Eric had made that clear
“Take the rag out of his mouth,” Celia ordered. She ambled over to Kid and ran her fingers through the boy's shoulder-length hair, lulling him into false safety before grabbing the blond locks and jerking his head back. “Damn it!” the kid shouted. He tried to break free from Celia's grip, but was caught by her tight little fist. Eric was impressed. “Does it hurt, Slave?” She hummed. There was laughter in the room. The kid's name is quiet. Behind his back, his fists were clenched and his arms stretched out under the ropes. Celia tugged even harder, exposing his entire neck. “Yes…Celia,” he said at last. Gradually, the melodious music playing became quieter until the whole room was left with gloomy silence. That sharpens the focus, every sound becomes an action. The room itself seemed to become a living being, breathing, vibrating, and hungry. Even Eric wasn't immune to the charms of a petite girl who was mastering someone twice his size. “Very well, Slave.” Felipe's voice was litt
Kitten's head, resting on his lap, was so close to 'the boy' that he could feel her breath on it. He had the urge to take it out and make her suck it. He hadn't asked for that particular action from her yet, but he knew he couldn't resist forever. He already took her back door, why not her mouth? “Prove it, Slave, and get that sexy ass up high,” Celia hummed. Eric heard a gasp in the boy's throat as he struggled to lower his head to the ground. He staggered on his knees before he managed to get into the head-on-butt pose that Celia requested. The crowd murmured and talked; Their excitement was almost palpable. Celia pulled long strips of leather across Kid's naked flesh. Naked and bound, Kid couldn't control what was about to happen to him. His breathing was quick and incoherent, each inhalation and exhalation set his whole body in motion. Celia gently flicked the tip of the whip on Kid's 'ball', anyone standing or sitting behind him could see the action. He hissed, squirming acros
He left the hospital and decided to go back to the office for a few hours. It is still quite early now, and offices in Pakistan are still open. You have to make a few calls. Back in the office, he called the FIA and asked if they had any information about a slave auction that would take place in the next few days. As expected, the FIA Agents weren't very happy to receive a call from the FBI, but after mixing the standard sweet threats in their most polite tones, they spoke angrily to him. that will learn and transmit any information obtained. “Please pay attention to private airports to see if there are any famous people entering, for example: billionaires, Muslim leaders, anyone with a lot of money and power. Especially if they have any connection to organized crime, including guns, drugs and forced labor.” "You don't have to show us how to work, Agent Kudo," said the Agent on the other end of the line. His accent is from South Africa. "We have the ability to gather information wi
Johnny swallowed the dryness in his throat. If he didn't know, he would have thought that Yena had telepathic abilities. He sat motionless in the uncomfortable chair and tried not to draw attention to his frantic erection. Yena's eyes were fixed on him, but her gaze seemed to pass through him and into somewhere he couldn't see. The edges of her eyes were red with tears, but whatever the reason, Johnny suspected it had something to do with the other story. In fact, she had told it with such gusto that he found it rather disturbing considering the current circumstances. Unconsciously, the image of a young woman, dressed in white leather and wearing a giant dildo flashed through his mind, and soon after, he wondered what it would be like to be forced to suck. that thing in front of a room full of strangers. Johnny's erection throbbed with fury, and it wasn't the first time he'd felt embarrassed. He sighed, frustrated with himself, and rested one ankle on the other to better conceal him