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Themes: Drugged Sex, Dom/Sub, Corruption
Summary: Alexis Castle is all grown-up, and so sure that she's ready to face the big bad world. But in Costa Rica, she quickly meets her match.
Alexis Castle could take care of herself. She was a big girl… no, scratch that. She wasn’t a girl at ALL anymore. She was a grown woman, and this trip to Costa Rica, without any minders and just a few of her friends, was evidence of that.
She might not technically be able to legally drink in the states yet, but in Costa Rica the drinking age was eighteen, meaning she wasn’t even breaking any laws by letting her friends convince her into a smoking hot little mini dress and then down to the bar for some drinks.
She’s never been a party girl, to be fair… but maybe it was time to live a little. She was in Costa Rica to broaden her horizons, after all. She wasn’t here to stay cooped up in her hotel room all day and get absolutely nothing done. And sure, her group had quickly garnered a lot of attention, and after the first few drinks some guys had come up and convinced her friends to go dance with them, leaving Alexis all alone at the bar, but still… She was FINE.
It wasn’t that she’d gotten cold feet or anything, it was just that those guys who’d picked up her friends had seemed really lame. There was just something about them that set off Alexis’ radar in the back of her head. Not that her friends had done her the courtesy of listening when she warned them, of course. Still, they were just over in the middle of the room, dancing on the dance floor with the guys. So, it was probably fine.
That did leave Alexis all alone at the bar though, nursing her third drink of the evening and frowning slightly at the sight of her friends having fun with a bunch of strangers rather than her. It wasn’t HER fault that her father had raised her responsibly, and her mother’s incredibly reckless behavior had in turn caused Alexis to go the complete opposite direction.
She KNEW she had a stick up her ass as a result of seeing her mother do the craziest things growing up, and part of coming to Costa Rica and living it up a little was Alexis’ attempt at dislodging it. She WANTED to loosen up, truly she did… she just… she was just waiting for the right guy.
“Good evening, Senorita. What’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone in a place like this?”
As if summoned by her very thoughts, Alexis suddenly finds herself being chatted up by a guy. Whether he was the right guy or not was still to be determined, but as she turns to regard him, she has to admit… he’s a VERY hot guy. Chiseled jaw cloaked in manicured facial hair, dark smoky eyes and a big wide smile with bright, white teeth.
He’s Costa Rican, of course, with dark skin as a result, and if Alexis had to peg his age, she’d say he was a few years older than her, barely in his mid-twenties at best. Flushing, appreciating the compliment from such a handsome stranger, Alexis offers him a small smile.
“A beautiful woman has to come with high standards… even in a place like this.”
The strange blinks and then chuckles, inclining his head in acknowledgment of her point. Then, still grinning, he offers her his hand.
“Rafael.”
Alexis goes to shake his hand, only for him to take it and brush his lips across her knuckles as his eyes never once leave hers. Blushing, she stammers out her own name before she can properly catch herself.
“A-Alexis…”
As he pulls back and lets her hand go, Rafael grins wickedly.
“A pleasure, Senorita Alexis. Can I get you a drink?”
It's funny. Her gut is filled with butterflies right now. He’s definitely getting to her. But also… that same feeling before, the one she’d had with the guys who’d sweet talked her friends into dancing, was moving about in her tummy.
Something about this guy seemed a little off to her. And yet, as Alexis glances over at the dance floor, where all of her friends seem to be having the time of their lives… she wonders if maybe she’s just being silly. Paranoid, perhaps.
Rafael is so handsome, and so suave. What’s the point of even being in Costa Rica, if she’s not going to let hot Costa Rican guys like him chat her up? Deciding to ignore that feeling in her gut this time around, Alexis gives Rafael a smile and nod.
“Sure. I’ll have another of what’s in front of me.”
Bowing his head to her in acknowledgment of the order, Rafael calls the bartender over and gets her another of what’s already in front of her. It’s a simple drink, and one that Alexis quite likes.
Of course, she’s not stupid about anything. As soon as the drink leaves the bartender’s hand, she’s taking it before Rafael can try anything. Not that he does, but Alexis is VERY aware of what sort of things men try to do in bars, and very conscious of keeping her drink safe and secure at all times.
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to the gorgeous pale young woman, she and her friends were in much more danger than she ever could have imagined, and even her precautions weren’t going to help her. Rafael was not just some handsome young man chatting her up. He was, in fact, a very bad man indeed, one of the up and coming superstars in the Costa Rican Human Trafficking Market.
Despite his relative youth, as Alexis had indeed pegged his age correctly at twenty-five years old, Rafael had already developed a reputation among his peers, of using his good looks and rugged Costa Rican charm to collect beautiful American tourists and get them into the sex trade.
Indeed, the men who are currently dancing with Alexis’ friends are Rafael’s men, his subordinates… and both Alexis and the girls who convinced her to dress up so provocatively and come to the bar for drinks are in more danger than they could possibly know.
The problems don’t cease because the bartender behind the bar was another of Rafael’s men, and while Alexis had been smart to keep an eye on her drink at all times to make sure Rafael himself couldn’t drug her, she remained oblivious to the drugs that the bartender had been putting in her and her friends’ drinks since the beginning of the night.
Unaware of all of this, Alexis lets Rafael chat her up and seals her own fate, growing drunker and drunker as he buys her drink after drink. The alcohol isn’t the problem though, not really. It’s the drugs that are really impairing her judgment, making her flirtier by the moment with this older, handsome hunk.
Still, he’s quite witty and charismatic. He makes her laugh, and Alexis, as an American Girl, has grown up with the belief that a guy able to make you laugh is one of the defining characteristics in a good match.
Somehow, things graduate from flirting and chatting to making out, and Alexis isn’t quite sure when that started… only that she’s actually enjoying it very much. Kissing Rafael at the bar, letting him place a hand on her exposed leg and run it up under the hem of her cocktail dress as he rubs his thumb into her inner thigh and soon Alexis finds herself all but melting into his touch, leaning into the kiss with their tongues rolling over each other.
When they finally break away from one another for air, Rafael has an amused, dark look in his eyes that Alexis, in her inebriated state, simply doesn’t pick up on.
“Hey, why don’t we go somewhere private, just the two of us? This place feels a little crowded, doesn’t it?”
“Mm… kay… need to… need to tell my friendsh though…”
His arm is suddenly around her waist, and she’s pulled off the bar stool. The world very nearly turns on its head for her, and as it lurches, she finds herself clinging to him for dear life. There’s not a doubt in Alexis’ drunken mind that she would be flat on her face right now, if not for Rafael.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about them. They look like they’re having plenty of fun already…”
Blinking, Alexis furrows her brow as she looks out at the dance floor. She doesn’t… she can’t quite make out any of her friends from here, but to be fair, it’s all blurry. There’s still plenty of people dancing, so in the end she has to assume that she’s just too drunk to see them properly.
In reality, Alexis’ friends are no longer on the dance floor.
They’re still in the bar… for the moment. Each of them has paired off with a guy, drunk and drugged to the gills like the red head, and each of them is currently in a dark side booth of the establishment, getting fondled and played with in preparation for an eventual hard pounding that they will greatly enjoy, thanks to the drugs in their systems.
Alexis doesn’t know any of this though, only that Rafael, who has the pull to make it happen, is taking her somewhere more private. And though that feeling in her gut is back, something in the back of her mind telling her that something is wrong… it's so very easy to ignore it and just go with the flow. Besides, if she lets go of Rafael, she knows she’s going to fall flat on her face. So really, she has no choice but to go with him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be somewhere comfortable soon.” Alexis' head leaned back and forth as her feet were being dragged at this point. The girl heard moans that sounded like sex coming from the separate rooms.
“Whatz…that?”
“Don’t worry, some of my friends are getting acclimated with your friends.” Rafeal said with a grin. Alexis didn’t understand it because she was too drunk to comprehend anything right now, but if she did she would hear the pleas to stop coming from the rooms.
Once they’re alone together, things accelerate severely. Rafael starts making out with her again. His tongue takes control of hers and before Alexis even knows it, clothes are going flying.
He doesn’t bother with her heels, in fact he wants to keep them on her for a little bit. Instead he goes at her mini dress, ripping it and pulling it down to her waist exposing her breasts, and within seconds his mouth falls upon them for a moment. While his mouth is busy with her chest, one of his hands starts to go up under her wet pussy for penetration.
Alexis mewls pathetically, squirming a bit as he ruthlessly and roughly fingers her with not one but two digits. She’s already quite wet down there, so it's not uncomfortable or anything… but it is a little scary, just how intense he’s being, just how fast he’s going. He ripped her dress, he’s sucking on her chest, and now he's fingering her.
“T-Too fast… s-slow down…”
It’s a major red flag when Rafael just pulls away from her breast and gives her a wide grin, bringing his other hand up to brush some of her sweaty red hair out of her pale flushed face.
“Such a good girl. You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you Alexis? You’re going to do as I say.”
Whimpering, Alexis tries to shake her head, but Rafael just speeds up the fingering until she cries out and bucks her hips, actually orgasming upon his hand. Her juices squirted onto his land and even landed on the ground.
She’s never… she’s never cum so fast before. Rafeal releases his soaking fingers and pulls the rest of the already destroyed mini dress all the way down her long, shapely, pale legs and off of her body. Alexis doesn’t fight him at all as he rubs her legs, placing a kiss on them.
The next thing she knows, she’s on her back on a bed, with Rafael standing over her. He removes his shirt first, revealing a chiseled torso with a couple of tattoos.
Maybe if Alexis weren’t drugged to the gills or quite drunk, she might have been more wary of those tattoos. Hidden from the public eye, they are effectively gang symbols, markings that Rafael had to take on to be ‘one of the crew’ so to speak. Sacrifices had to be made, in his line of work.
Instead, a naked Alexis, more aroused than she’s ever been before, just squirms some more, her drunken mind deciding that Rafael’s tattoos simply made him even more exotic and erotic.
The foreign man pulled his pants and boxers off next and unveiled his rock hard cock to her. Her eyes widen at the sight of his thick, large, dark length and she licks her lips and thanks to the drugs in her system she instinctively spreads her legs for him.
However the reality of what’s happening hits her like a bucket of ice water and she has a spark of intelligence peek through her drugged state.
“W-Wait… n-need a condom…” Rafael pauses at that and then just chuckles as he climbs atop her anyways, without so much as looking for a condom.
His cock comes down upon her gushing wet slit and pussy mound and Alexis reaches out, fumbling as she tries to push against his chest, trying to push him away.
“N-No… c-condom…”
“Now, now Alexis. We don’t need one of those, do we? I’ll just pull out before I’m done.” Rafeal lied, but he knew his words were work.
“Wouldn’t it be so fucking hot for me to fuck you raw? Have you ever done it before? Don’t you want to be my good girl?”
Alexis whimpers, a keening noise exiting the back of her throat as she finds herself warring internally, her mind at odds with her heart and her heart at odds with her gut and everything… Everything is just so much harder to think through and process.
In the end, Rafael doesn’t bother waiting for an answer from her. His cock presses against her slit and suddenly he’s thrusting into her. Sheaving his full length inside of her warm cavern.
Alexis gasps… and then loses all ability to resist, her head tossed back as she cries out, the feeling of penetration from him driving his cock DEEP into her hungering twat sending the drugged girl over the edge yet again.
It feels SOOOO good! Why? Why is sex with him so different? Why is it so much better than it’s ever been before? Alexis is no virgin, even for all that she’s always been a responsible young woman. But this… this is sex like she’s never had it.
Eyes wide, pupils dilating, Alexis squeals as Rafael grabs her by the wrists and begins to fuck into her. Her legs are splayed wide for him, offering him unmitigated access to her pussy, letting him fuck her with a wild abandon that leaves her unable to truly process anything that’s happening other than the pleasure for even a moment.
“That’s a good girl. That’s my good girl.”
All the while, he keeps saying stuff like that. Coddling her. Infantilizing her. Acting like she’s not the brilliant, strong, independent young woman she is. Under any other circumstances, if Alexis were in her right mind, she’d be insulted by the misogynistic turn of phrase. But right now, every time he calls her a good girl, she clenches down harder around his fat, pistoning prick, moaning all the louder as well.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight you sexy little American bitch. Can’t fucking get enough of you. I’m already getting close. I’m gonna cum inside you.” Rafeal complimented her as he continued to speed up his thrust.
In her drugged up haze, Alexis just moans at his first sentence. But after a moment, his last words penetrate into her drowning mind.
“Nnngh! N-Not inside! D-Don’t…don’t cum in m-me!” Upon hearing her words, he laughs and speeds up.
“You’re right, though not for the reasons you think. I REALLY shouldn’t. Could cause all sorts of problems. But on the other hand… wouldn’t it be so fucking sexy?”
Alexis flushes at his confiding tone, his wicked grin mere inches from her face as he leans into her ear and whispers to her while still fucking her through orgasm after orgasm, forces her to imagine it.
“Picture it, your wet, soaking, pussy dripping and oozing out my white Costa Rican seed.”
Alexis Imagines him cumming inside of her, imagining him creampieing her… it would be sexy, her beleaguered mind realizes. A deep blush spreads across her face, and she cries out as she orgasms AGAIN from the combination of the mental fantasy and the very real pleasure he’s visiting upon her body. Her toes would be curling right now if her heels were not still on, so instead her legs shoot up sky as another release was on the way.
Chuckling, Rafael just nods.
“Glad you agree.” He says and then he cums inside of her. No further warning, no other sign of her impending creampie.
*Splurt*Splurt*Splurt*
He just starts to cum, and fills her with his seed, the deep creampie reaching all the way to her womb as Alexis lets out a half-sob, half-squeal, shaking and shuddering away beneath him. Oh god, he’d just cum inside of her unprotected. He just filled her with his seed, with his..baby batter!
For a long moment, Alexis just lays there beneath Rafael, her legs come down to her sides and back on the bed. Her drunken, drugged mind tries to come to terms with what happened. But before she can even begin to think about sobering up and dealing with everything in something approaching a rational matter, he begins moving again… and to Alexis’ shock, she realizes he’s still rock hard inside of her.
This wasn’t something ANY of her previous boyfriends had ever been able to do. But as Rafael had rapidly proven, none of them could hold a candle to the bonfire that was his lust.
“Oh, you thought we were done. No, no, chica. We have plenty more to experience together.” Rafeal told her with a villainous smirk as he begins to fuck her again.
Alexis realizes that they are just getting started… and finds herself once more drowning in an ocean of pleasure, awash with a sea of sensations as Rafael continues to pound her into the bed nonstop.
Hours Later
*Smack!*
“Nnngh!”
Rafael was positively insatiable. It’d been several hours now, and they were STILL going at it. Alexis could do nothing but take it, again and again. Right now, she was on her hands and knees, her pale body sweaty and shuddering as he wraps her hair in a makeshift ponytail around his fist and yanks back, forcing her spine to arch beautifully and letting him slam into her repeatedly from behind.
As he rails into her yet again, having already delivered multiple creampies to a reluctant Alexis’ womb, she wonders just how the fuck she’d let this happen… while also being unable to so much as muster the courage to put an end to it. It doesn’t help that every time they finish, he has another drink for her. She doesn’t even really know where they’re coming from, only that they keep showing up and he keeps handing her them. In truth one of the many bartenders come bring the men drinks to give the girls to keep them subdued.
She drinks and he tells her she’s a good girl, and at some point, over the last several hours, Alexis has started drinking BECAUSE he’ll tell her she’s a good girl if she does so. Of course, every drink is spiked, not that she knows that, leaving her deeper and deeper in a drugged up stupor that she might never awake from.
Leaning forward, sliding the hand that’s been spanking her pale bottom silly up around to grasp at her neck firmly, though not quite in a choking manner, Rafael licks at Alexis’ earlobe, causing her to moan and lean into his touch, even as her pussy walls clench and tighten along his cock.
“You know what would be so fucking hot? If we recorded this. I want to see your face, as I fucking rail you from behind.”
As with a handful of the things he’d said over the last several hours, this makes Alexis’ heart flutter in fear, a spike of adrenaline giving her a moment of clarity as she tries to shake her head even with his tight grip on her hair.
“N-No… no r-recording…”
But just like all of her previous protests, he just chuckles, keeps on fucking her, and begins working on talking her around.
“Come on now, doesn’t it sound like fun? You want to be my good girl, don’t you? You want to be my sexy little bitch on camera, right? Fuck, you’re so fucking hot…”
She FEELS hot, and not in the sexy way, in the feverish way. Whimpering, Alexis tries to keep herself under control, she tries to hold the line… but as he runs his hand down from her neck to her breast and caresses her, she finds herself falling under the sway of his silver tongue yet again.
“O-Okay…”
In a moment, that hand on her breast is off of her body and holding a phone in front of them both. Alexis can see her and Rafael’s faces on the screen, as he records him pulling her head back by her hair and fucking her from behind. She looks so fucking out of it with her tongue out, part of Alexis’ mind absently notes. Meanwhile, Rafael is as handsome as ever, and grinning like the cat who caught the canary. This time it was a American canary.
“Fuck, Alexis. As soon as I saw you in that sexy dress, I could tell you were a spunky spitfire. Knew I had to have you. Knew there was a good girl, lying just beneath the surface. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
Alexis moans as the words ‘good girl’ bring her to climax, causing her to visibly orgasm on the recording, falling deeper under his spell. She nods her head deliriously, mewling pathetically.
“I-I’m your...good girl…”
Chuckling, Rafael kisses the top of her head for a moment, breathing in the scent of her shampoo before pulling back again.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself, sweetie? Tell the camera exactly who you are and where you’re from.”
Alexis shivers, part of her thinking that was a VERY bad idea. But… she wants so badly to be Rafael’s good girl. She wants him to keep on praising her. God, when had his approval started to mean so much to her? Looking at her own flushed face on the phone, Alexis begins to speak haltingly.
“I’m… m-my name is A-Alexis Castle. I’m a s-student at Columbia University. I’m in, nngh, Costa Rica f-for a t-trip with, oooh, some friends…”
“And do you like my big fat cock inside of your slutty little pussy?”
She hesitates for a moment, before he thrusts in deep again and she gasps out the truth.
“… Yes! Yes, I like it v-very much…”
“That’s because I fuck you like no other man has ever fucked you, isn’t it? I treat you like you want to be treated. I don’t let you get in the way of our happiness, do I?”
Was that… was that what had been happening? Had he been taking her in hand, and… n-not letting her get in her own way? That couldn’t be right… could it? Alexis mewls and stares at the camera, not sure what to say, not sure how to respond. Before Rafael can prompt her further, he lets out a groan and his cock begins to pulse inside of her once more.
“Fuck bitch, I’m getting close!”
Alexis whimpers, watching her eyes fill with panic on the screen of the phone.
“W-Wait, please… not inside…”
“Tch, this again? You know you fucking want it, sweetheart. Just think how sexy it would look on video.”
Alexis whimpers but doesn’t try to stop him. And so, he fucks her for a few seconds more, before grunting and cumming inside of her. As with every creampie, the sensation tilts Alexis on her axis as well, causing her to cream herself on the recording as her eyes go crossed and her mouth opens in a small, perfect o.
“That’s it… such a good girl…”
He finishes inside of her a moment later, and then lets go of her hair and pulls out. Alexis slumps forward, face down on the bed until he’s finished saving the video for blackmail and lays down beside her, pulling her back up by her hair once more for some additional cuddling and make out time.
Next Morning
When Alexis wakes up the next morning, she starts to yawn, only to gasp as several things are readily made apparent to her at the same time. One, she had WAY too much to drink last night, because she’s hungover as all hell. Though, her headache isn’t as bad as she would have expected it to be. This is partially because she’s actually still drugged, and the drugs without the alcohol are nevertheless leaving her in a semi-euphoric, highly suggestible and convincible state even now.
She’s also incredibly sore… but not in a bad way. In fact, as Alexis lays there and takes stock of herself, she would actually describe her current state as something akin to fully satiated. Last night is quickly coming back to her thought, and as she realizes just how naughty she was, just how badly she behaved, the young red head whimpers and wiggles a bit. If her father could see her now, he would be so very ashamed in her…
“Mm…”
Stiffening, Alexis blushes as she realizes she’s not alone in the bed either. Beside her, the handsome hunk who had so easily taken her in hand last night and just… played her like a finely tuned musical instrument, stirs. Rafael slowly wakes up as Alexis watches him in equal parts lustful longing and fearful trepidation.
When he sees her, a smile spreads across his face and he reaches over to cup her face.
“I had so much fun with you last night, darling.”
Blushing, still very much under the effects of the drugs in her system, Alexis squirms and leans into his touch.
“N-Not as much fun as I had, I don’t think…”
God, she’s flirting with this guy who just… broke all her boundaries. She SHOULD be yelling at him, screaming even, before leaving to find some Morning After Pills from the closest drug store ASAP. Instead, she finds herself gazing into his dark, smoky eyes. That’s when he strikes, his lips curling into a wry grin.
“Hey… you’re gonna be in Costa Rica for a while longer, right?”
Alexis just nods.
“W-We’re staying for another month…”
Latching onto that, Rafael’s grin grows even wider.
“Stay with me.”
“W-What?”
“Stay with me while you’re in Costa Rica. Hotels are fine and all, but nothing like the real experience. And that’s what you want, isn’t it Alexis? You want the REAL experience.”
It was true. That was what she wanted. The only question was, did she want it with this guy? Part of her screamed YES at the top of her lungs. Another part of her said Rafael was bad news, and even after the night they’d spent together, she really should get out while she still could.
Squirming, Alexis’ silence hangs in the air for a moment, making Rafael’s smile falter. Something dark enters his eyes, though she doesn’t notice it as he’s already turning away from her and swinging his legs off his side of the bed.
“You don’t have to answer right away. Let me get you something to drink, you must be parched.”
She was, she realizes belatedly. Her mouth was dry as a desert and she realized, to her humiliation, that she’d likely had some terrible morning breath while they were just chatting. It’s the mortification of that realization that prompts her to take the glass of water Rafael hands her a moment later and down it without hesitation, oblivious to the drugs he’d slipped into the cup mere moments before.
The Costa Rican man smiles as she drinks, and then sits back down next to her, takes her face in his hands, and kisses her. Alexis… melts into the kiss with ease, the new drugs reinforcing the old drugs’ hold over her mind as she falls right back under Rafael’s spell, completely and utterly smitten.
When they eventually break off this latest makeout session, Rafael just grins, his hands moving up and down her naked body, playing with her like… like she was a piece of meat or a toy, rather than a woman with her own thoughts and feelings.
“I’m going to take such good care of you, sweetheart. So long as you stay my good girl. You’ll do that for me, won’t you? You won’t fight me on this, right?”
Shivering, Alexis bites her lower lip, the conditioning he’d put her through the night before taking full effect as she leans further into his touch and finally, reluctantly, agrees.
“I-I won’t fight you… I’ll b-be your good girl… I’ll stay with you here… u-until it’s time for me to go home.”
That last part is tacked on as something of an afterthought, and Rafael treats it like one as well, nodding along as his eyes dance in amusement.
“I’ll make this next month the best month of your life, sweetheart.”
Alexis just shudders under his touch, pushing her chest into his hands, moaning as he gropes and molests her to his heart’s content. If last night was any indication… she could very well believe it. He would rock her world again and again, if she let him…
“Hey. You know what would make MY morning? Is if you got off your sexy little ass and sucked my cock. Can you do that for me, pet?”
Well, it was only right that she reciprocate. He’d fucking railed her silly for hours last night. Alexis blushes, but nods as she tucks a lock of stray red hair back behind her ear. Climbing off of the bed and getting down onto her knees as Rafael sits on the edge with his legs spread and a position for her between them, Alexis stares at his huge, fat cock for a moment, before hesitantly taking it in her hands.
She’s just about to lick it, when she blinks, noticing him holding his phone and pointing it at her. A bright blush spreads across Alexis’ face as she realizes what he’s doing, as she pictures herself on his phone screen, a massive Costa Rican cock right next to her pale, flushed features.
“W-Wait… don’t… don’t record this…”
Blinking, as if surprised she would be against it, Rafael just chuckles and runs his free hand through her hair before gripping down tightly and pushing his cock against her lower lips. His other hand continues to hold the phone on her, recording the entire interaction despite her protest.
“Come on now, sweetie. You know you love the camera… and the camera loves you. Be a dear and suck my cock now, like the good girl I know you are.”
She shouldn’t… she really should put her foot down somewhere. And yet, despite living her entire life as the kind of opinionated girl who didn’t take shit from anyone, Alexis finds herself caving in moments, opening her mouth and lolling out her tongue as he pushes forward into her mouth with his big fat cock, groaning all the while.
It’s the biggest dick she’s ever fellated, and the young woman immediately begins struggling with it… but there’s nothing to be done but try her best, in the end. Even as he once more gathers her hair up into a makeshift ponytail and uses his hold on it to begin thrusting in and out of her stretched wide lips, Alexis… Alexis can only be his good little girl.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Rafael just grins as he enjoys Alexis Castle’s sweet, hot little mouth. He’d already come to a decision about this last night, but seeing her on her knees before him now, tears welling up in her pretty eyes as she chokes on his cock, only confirms what he has already decided. He’s keeping her.
There might be some grumbling, but Rafael has MORE than enough clout to make it happen. Head of the local trafficking ring by the age of twenty-five, he’d made his bosses a LOT of money over the last five years in chattel. He’d honestly lost track of the number of girls he’d helped traffic, and at the end of the day, he felt like he’d earned a little something for himself.
Alexis… Alexis would be that something. He’d effectively made that decision went he came inside of her for the first time. While it was perfectly fine to sample the merchandise in their line of work, and even encouraged, there was a line that you didn’t cross, and that line was potentially damaging or altering the merchandise in any way. Knocking a potential product up was a good way to get yourself shot for fucking with the bosses’ income.
But in this case, Rafael knew he had the pull to make it happen. And from the very beginning, he’d found himself attached to young Alexis Castle’s supple body. So yes, he was going to keep her for himself, to make her into his little fuck toy, his own personal sex slave. He’d more than earned this.
Of course, the girl herself still needed to be handled with care. He could tell, when his men had so easily collected her friends and got them out on the dance floor to get the drugs in their system flowing and acting faster, that Alexis was different. The same things that had ultimately drawn him to her, would have to be excised from her over time. She would need to learn her place properly, without the usual torture and starvation and other heinous tactics that came with trafficking women.
Indeed, if he was going to keep her, Rafael wanted Alexis’ love, devotion, and adoration, not her fear and terror. It would take time, but he fully intended to put the work in and make it happen. Alexis Castle… was his brand new project.