The Hostage 3
The Hostage 3
The narrative unfolds in a forgotten basement, where Belen endures harrowing physical and emotional trials, depicted with the artist’s signature watercolor-style artistry that blends sensuality with stark realism.
She was eager to suck her master’s cock…
“Not yet, Muppypup,” Johnny held up his finger, signaling the puppy girl to wait.
The look on her face was priceless. Muppypup was so disappointed! She was eager to suck her master’s cock. And perhaps even more importantly, she was jealous that the girl next to her was being rewarded and not her.
Johnny looked into her eyes, gently but firmly. “You haven’t earned cock yet. Only good girls get cock, understand?”
She looked down, her expression showed that she was at once hurt and also promising herself she’d do better (if only to surpass her rival). Once a girl became a puppy girl and all her powers of speech were removed, it was amazing how much she learned to communicate with just her face. It seemed to happen automatically. A puppygirl’s life was defined more by feelings than by thoughts. And each of those feelings was written on her face for all to see, at all times. Muppypup was no exception. It was amazing to think that this eager, dumb slut had once been a resistance fighter. Johnny swelled with pride as he thought about how much the Revolution had accomplished in a few short years.
“Do you know where we are, Muppypup?” Johnny felt himself beginning to grow philosophical. Muppypup cocked her head to the side and gave the confused, dumb look she always gave when she sensed someone was asking a question.
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Broken and servile
Broken and servile
Sergeant Guzman was a man who appreciated white Western girls, especially the pretty young college-aged ones like Brenda and LeeAnn. It was a stroke of luck for him to have intercepted their large group, all refugees, as they had crossed his country’s borders. Sergeant Guzman, along with the rest of the army in which he served, had been given the strictest orders to stop, apprehend and turn back or imprison all Westerners trying to escape the ongoing catastrophe and anarchy that ruined daily life in the States. Be as ruthless as you wish with them, his superiors told him; orders that Guzman took to heart.
Being ruthless came easily to Sergeant Guzman, who after rounding up the intruding group at gunpoint, separated the men and gunned them down. He liked the looks of LeeAnn and Brenda; he liked their large eyes and pretty faces; so that is why he left them standing while disposing of their half-dozen or so frightened, begging female companions. The Sergeant hummed to himself as he marched his two prisoners thru the dense forest; he was already thinking ahead of how he was going to punish them before indulging himself in the pleasures that both these girls would be providing him.
