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Nothing lasts forever

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Ellen tried to struggle against the ropes but found the knots to be tight and unforgiving. Those guys really knew what they were doing. It was no use to try shouting either. Pair of Ellen's own panties were tightly stuffed and taped between her lips and only some weak whimpering could escape from that packing. She had been surprised when she had been getting the morning's newspaper, dragged inside, stripped, fondled and then tightly tied up and gagged to the back of the bedroom. The kidnappers, two strong men with leather jackets and jeans sitting in the kitchen, playing card and joking, were clearly waiting someone. "Of course... Greg!" thought Ellen, and sighed. There would be no way for her to warn that idiot.

She and Greg were sweethearts, and both of them in a big trouble. Gambling was a vice they both shared and because of that they had suffered some serious financial difficulties during the three years they had been together. Then in one fateful day they loaned money from some pretty dangerous guys to bet on a horse which was meant to be a sure hit. When the horse lost the game Ellen and Greg found themselves completely broke and in debt for local mobsters. They escaped to the Greg's parents old house and had been laying low for a couple of weeks. Greg had just left to buy some food when the two mobsters attacked Ellen. They were surely waiting Greg and when he would arrive they would surely both be in deep shit.

Just as Ellen got her thoughts sorted the front door was opened. Ellen heard the mobsters getting up and tried desperately scream through her gag to warn Greg. Greg's footsteps moved through the house, stopping at the kitchen door. Ellen prepared to hhear the sounds of struggle or even gunshots, but what she heard took her by surprise. "So... it's done?" asked greg, and one of the goons replied: "Yeah, that bitch is tightly packed and waiting in the bedroom. Just as fine as you promised. From now on you can consider yourself a free man."

That son of a bitch! Greg ad sold her to the mobsters to save his own ass! Anger, fear and confusion made Ellen tremble and when the bedroom door opened and Greg stepped inside with shame on his face Ellen stared at him with angry judgement. "Aw", said Greg and blushed. "Don't give me those looks, babe.This is an excellent way to pay our debts... Well, at least for me it is." Ellen mumbled and struggled against her ropes in helpless anger. "They promised not to hurt you", said Greg, clearly trying to make this easier for himself. "They have a system for this kind of things. They sell you to some rich dude to be spoiled. Trust me, You'll be better like this than with me." Ellen's eyes were so full with anger and judgement, that Greg couldn't take it anymore. he took a step towards the door. "I have to go now, babe, don't have such an angry feelings towards me. You would have done the same and besides, we also had some pretty good times together."

Greg stumbled down the stairs while the van parked in front of the house, ready to drive Ellen to her new life as a slave.             
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jenya96's avatar

Хотел бы я быть на её месте и попробовать женские трусики на вкус I would like to be in her place and taste women's panties