JoshuaJones
Condemned
Hello wonderful people! This is the first part of my first story, it's been published in numerous other places so you may have come across it before but if not I hope you enjoy it. As it is my first story there's the odd mistake and perhaps the story isn't as polished as it could be but I'd be delighted to hear everyone's thoughts good or bad.
It follows three English teenagers kidnapped on a school trip in Germany and plunged into a deep world of rape, torture and sexual slavery the like of which they could never have imagined. First part in what is currently a six (and soon to be seven) part tome. I love getting feedback so I hope you fine lords and ladies enjoy!
Also, as it's my first thread on this site I may have fallen foul of some best practices - once again, let me know!
Josh
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Olivia smiled as she stared into man’s exotic brown eyes, only half listening to him as he spoke to them. She was lost in her own world, mesmerised by the way he seemed to be looking at her, as if she were the only girl in the world. It seemed like hours he was looking at her, though in fact it was only a few moments as he kept the whole group engaged, making sure he gave each one of them plenty of eye contact. Olivia couldn’t really remember why they were here, or how they had started talking to him, but to her it didn’t seem to matter. Her classmates, the trip, her studies and especially the time had all fallen from her mind as she became ever more engrossed by the man, both his stories and, as she looked directly at him, his astonishingly handsome face. She couldn’t help but play with her hair as she stared at his light brown features, his chiselled jaw, his big brown eyes, and as her eyes moved down, onto his bulging biceps, and onto the t-shirt he wore which was stretch to its limits. She bit her lip slightly as she imagined what would be underneath, and as the thoughts of spending the night with him ran through her head. She was not alone either. In fact, all three of the girls sat there entranced by the mysterious man.
They were quite a sight themselves. The three of them were on a school trip, taking in the sights and culture of Germany for a couple of weeks, and the coach had arrived for a few days in Munich. All three of the girls were 18, and had been given some free time to explore the city before the coach moved on to Berlin. Olivia was sat directly in front of the man. She was a relatively small girl, just a shade over 5 foot, but her lack of height did not make her any less attractive. She had a full head of blonde hair, which hung just below her shoulders, and which contrasted perfectly with her large blue eyes. She was beautiful; a face that could go from innocent to sexy in the blink of an eye, a mouth that always looked like it would break into a broad smile. It was her infectious personality coupled with her cheeky sense of humour which contributed to her popularity amongst her peers, both male and female. Her good looks and body also contributed to her appeal with the opposite sex. She kept in shape by splaying casual sport, and so her body was fit and firm without being muscular. Her breasts were a full C cup, although on her small frame they looked much bigger, and coupled with her petite arse she was always getting attention off men, particularly when she wore shorts, as she was this evening, which showed off her shapely legs. She knew she was attractive, and often used it to her advantage to get what she wanted off boys, earning her the reputation as a bit of a tease. However, she did enjoy sex, although she would keep her private life discreet and very few people knew what she got up to. As she sat in front of the man, her loose fitting top hanging down and giving him a tantalising glimpse of her substantial cleavage whenever she leaned forward, she wondered if tonight by the night for a holiday romance.
To her left was Lucy, who at 5’10 was the tallest of three girls. She was different to Olivia in almost every conceivable way, from her height to her looks to her personality. Her long black hair was worn in a ponytail, showing off her high cheekbones, her piercing green eyes and her inviting blowjob lips. Whereas Olivia had the face of a cheeky, though gorgeous, girl next door, Lucy’s model good looks were much harsher, and gave her an air of superiority that she liked to play up to. Though she too was popular, she didn’t have nearly the same universal appeal as her friend, though interest from men was much more forthright. She was well known for fucking a lot of people, although they were usually older men who had little in common with the teenagers who knew her, but that didn’t stop them drooling over her. Her height was accentuated by her long legs, which in the heels she wore this evening looked like they went on forever, and though she had rather small breasts she could still make enough cleavage to give herself the whole package. As an accomplished cross-country runner she was very physically fit, and her round arse just highlighted her sex appeal. Indeed, she had already shagged two different men on the trip, and so the attentions of this stranger were more than welcome.
The final girl was Holly, who with her angelic innocent face and her shortish brown hair, could easily have passed for a girl three or four years younger. However, one glance at her chest showed anyone looking that she was a woman. Even on her 5’7 frame, her Fs looked huge, perfectly symmetrical and without a hint of sag, they were every teenage boys dream. However, Holly did anything but show them off. Wearing sweatshirts and loose fitting clothing she hoped to hide her considerable assets, but this didn’t help avoid the leer of everyone, particularly the younger boys at school who would often spend their break and lunchtimes leering through the windows of the sixth form common room to try and get a glimpse of her much coveted breasts. Given her large bust she knew she had to work hard to keep her figure, and playing in the same hockey team as Olivia as well as spending time in the gym gave Holly a beautiful hourglass figure, making her desire to cover up all the more infuriating. The loose fitting dress she wore out that day was one of her most revealing, showing off much of her legs, although it still kept her chest well covered. Despite her excellent body, Holly’s embarrassment at the size of her breasts plus her natural shyness compared to the other two girls meant that she didn’t have much luck with men. Though she did not consider herself a prude, and was perfectly happy to talk about sex, even with boys, her belief that boys only wanted one thing from her meant she was still a virgin. However, tonight, when there was nobody she knew other than her closest friends, and with this gorgeous man in front of her, her mind began to contemplate changing that.
Olivia sipped her drink as she listened intently to the man talk to them in a thick European accent, all the while thinking about the body she imagined he had under his thin t-shirt. This wasn’t the first bar the girls had been in that night, but they had decided it looked nice and sophisticated, and in a city they did not know they thought it wise to stay on the main street. Lucy had immediately started flirting with the barman, a dark handsome chap who looked very flattered by Lucy’s attention. Olivia had stood with Holly waiting for their drinks, looking around to see if they could spot anyone interesting, or handsome. When she had seen him at the bar she had not been able to take her eyes off him, and the fact he had looked back at her had made her blush almost uncontrollably. When he had come over and introduced himself to them she could barely contain herself, although her natural charisma had shone through, and when he had offered to buy them a drink and invited them over to a table she had accepted gladly. Unsurprisingly, it was Olivia who was the most talkative of the girls, ascertaining his name (Mehmet), his nationality (Turkish), his age (25) and how long he had lived in Munich (3 years). She knew they ought to be careful how much they told him, given that he was a stranger, but such was his relaxed attitude, not to mention his rugged good looks, had put her instantly at ease, and she had told him more than she thought wise, but nothing that would have put her in any danger. Following that first drink, not the girls’ first of the night, came a second, and after about half an hour of conversation, Olivia was starting to feel it, and was even more enthusiastic than usual about the night in store.
“Hey,” she said, almost interrupting her own sentence, “I just need to go to the toilet, if that’s ok?”
“Yes yes,” Mehmet replied, “I will get more drinks?”
“No,” Lucy replied almost sternly, “we’ll get them when we get back.”
“Ah, smart girl. I am stranger after all.”
“Ok,” Olivia, who had been about to accept the offer of a drink, and was grateful to her friend for being more sensible, “see you soon!”
The girls left to go through to the toilets, and Mehmet sat back with his beer and took a long drink. He then pulled out his phone and began to type.
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In the toilets, the girls were taking stock of what had already been a good evening for them.
“I’m going to shag him,” Lucy stated flatly, not even breaking a smile as she adjusted her make up in the mirror.
“You’ll have to fight us off,” Olivia laughed, as she came out of one of the cubicles.
“No problem,” Lucy, turning to face her friend, “or…?”
“You mean…” Olivia hesitated, making sure they were on the same page, “both of us?”
“Both,” Lucy smiled, “or all three? Holly?”
“Well,” came the voice from within the cubicle, “when in Rome.”
“Haha, go on Hols!”
“We could see if he has a friend,” came Lucy’s suggestion, “make sure none of us get bored.”
“How would we get them into the hotel?” asked Olivia, still not entertaining the idea entirely seriously, “I’m not sneaking out.”
“Such a swot,” Lucy said with faux disdain.
“Slut.” Holly replied, emerging out of the cubicle.
“We’ll just go back out and see what happens girls. Could be a night to remember!”
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Mehmet sat back and waited for the girls to come back. He could scarcely believe his luck. He was often in this bar looking for girls, and he usually didn’t have much trouble finding them, or indeed of fucking them. His eastern charm coupled with his good looks and his sculpted body he could essentially have his pick of women in the bars of Munich. But as he ran his hand through his dark tousled hair he thought about what he had found that night. Three drop dead gorgeous English girls who all seemed up for a good time, not in Munich long, and all of them, he could tell, found him very attractive. He knew they were all 18, younger than the girls he usually found, but that was far from a negative. He had enjoyed speaking to them, particularly the one with the blonde hair, and was even more looking forward to fucking them, particularly given how they were all so different, from the quirky little blonde, to the leggy sultry one, and finally the shy one with, from what he could make out from under that dress, very big tits. Having sent a quick text, he signalled over to the barman, who gave him a cheeky wink back, and then stood as he saw his targets move back from the bathroom.
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After another 45 minutes of drinking Olivia felt like she was very drunk, and though this seemed strange seen as she’d only had two drinks, she was still enjoying herself. She could tell Lucy felt it too, as her usual sexy and sultry demeanour had been replaced by a much happier, giddier girl, who was flirting outrageously with the barman who had come over to join them. Holly seemed to have come out of her shell and was talking with Mehmet. Indeed, both her friends seemed to be having a good time, and so Olivia decided to forget about her sense of unease, finished her drink, and then joined back in the conversation.
“Shit,” Holly exclaimed, “we have to….to…be back.”
“Back where?” Olivia replied, feeling equally disorientated.
“Hotel.”
“Nah we can stay a bit,” Lucy said as she broke off from the barman, who was busy touching her hair and whispering in her ear.
“No Lucy!” Olivia shouted, much louder than she had thought, with people on adjacent tables turning round to look, “otherwise Miss…..Miss…Wallig will…”
“Wallace!” Holly seemed proud to have corrected her friend.
“Hey no girls,” Mehmet said, who seemed coherent apart from his broken English, “we get you into taxi.”
“No no, we want to stay,” Lucy pleaded, though her eyes suggested she was miles away.
“No, we get you into hotel,” Mehmet stated authoritatively, “maybe after we meet you, yes?”
“Ok baby,” Lucy winked, then suddenly stopped as if realising how drunk she was.
Mehmet and the barman helped the girls into a car that was waiting outside. If the girls had not been so out of it they would have realised that this was not a taxi. The car was like a limo, with blacked out windows, and had they been lucid the girls would certainly not have set foot inside it, especially not with two strange men. But Olivia and her friends could barely support themselves as they were pushed through the door and into the car. Olivia couldn’t sit up straight, her face resting against the leather seats and a strand of saliva instantly running down her cheek. By this time none of the girls could even move, and neither Lucy nor Olivia noticed when Holly was literally thrown on top of them. Closing the door on the girls in the backseat, the two men walked round into the front, started the car, and drove off into the night.
It follows three English teenagers kidnapped on a school trip in Germany and plunged into a deep world of rape, torture and sexual slavery the like of which they could never have imagined. First part in what is currently a six (and soon to be seven) part tome. I love getting feedback so I hope you fine lords and ladies enjoy!
Also, as it's my first thread on this site I may have fallen foul of some best practices - once again, let me know!
Josh
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Olivia smiled as she stared into man’s exotic brown eyes, only half listening to him as he spoke to them. She was lost in her own world, mesmerised by the way he seemed to be looking at her, as if she were the only girl in the world. It seemed like hours he was looking at her, though in fact it was only a few moments as he kept the whole group engaged, making sure he gave each one of them plenty of eye contact. Olivia couldn’t really remember why they were here, or how they had started talking to him, but to her it didn’t seem to matter. Her classmates, the trip, her studies and especially the time had all fallen from her mind as she became ever more engrossed by the man, both his stories and, as she looked directly at him, his astonishingly handsome face. She couldn’t help but play with her hair as she stared at his light brown features, his chiselled jaw, his big brown eyes, and as her eyes moved down, onto his bulging biceps, and onto the t-shirt he wore which was stretch to its limits. She bit her lip slightly as she imagined what would be underneath, and as the thoughts of spending the night with him ran through her head. She was not alone either. In fact, all three of the girls sat there entranced by the mysterious man.
They were quite a sight themselves. The three of them were on a school trip, taking in the sights and culture of Germany for a couple of weeks, and the coach had arrived for a few days in Munich. All three of the girls were 18, and had been given some free time to explore the city before the coach moved on to Berlin. Olivia was sat directly in front of the man. She was a relatively small girl, just a shade over 5 foot, but her lack of height did not make her any less attractive. She had a full head of blonde hair, which hung just below her shoulders, and which contrasted perfectly with her large blue eyes. She was beautiful; a face that could go from innocent to sexy in the blink of an eye, a mouth that always looked like it would break into a broad smile. It was her infectious personality coupled with her cheeky sense of humour which contributed to her popularity amongst her peers, both male and female. Her good looks and body also contributed to her appeal with the opposite sex. She kept in shape by splaying casual sport, and so her body was fit and firm without being muscular. Her breasts were a full C cup, although on her small frame they looked much bigger, and coupled with her petite arse she was always getting attention off men, particularly when she wore shorts, as she was this evening, which showed off her shapely legs. She knew she was attractive, and often used it to her advantage to get what she wanted off boys, earning her the reputation as a bit of a tease. However, she did enjoy sex, although she would keep her private life discreet and very few people knew what she got up to. As she sat in front of the man, her loose fitting top hanging down and giving him a tantalising glimpse of her substantial cleavage whenever she leaned forward, she wondered if tonight by the night for a holiday romance.
To her left was Lucy, who at 5’10 was the tallest of three girls. She was different to Olivia in almost every conceivable way, from her height to her looks to her personality. Her long black hair was worn in a ponytail, showing off her high cheekbones, her piercing green eyes and her inviting blowjob lips. Whereas Olivia had the face of a cheeky, though gorgeous, girl next door, Lucy’s model good looks were much harsher, and gave her an air of superiority that she liked to play up to. Though she too was popular, she didn’t have nearly the same universal appeal as her friend, though interest from men was much more forthright. She was well known for fucking a lot of people, although they were usually older men who had little in common with the teenagers who knew her, but that didn’t stop them drooling over her. Her height was accentuated by her long legs, which in the heels she wore this evening looked like they went on forever, and though she had rather small breasts she could still make enough cleavage to give herself the whole package. As an accomplished cross-country runner she was very physically fit, and her round arse just highlighted her sex appeal. Indeed, she had already shagged two different men on the trip, and so the attentions of this stranger were more than welcome.
The final girl was Holly, who with her angelic innocent face and her shortish brown hair, could easily have passed for a girl three or four years younger. However, one glance at her chest showed anyone looking that she was a woman. Even on her 5’7 frame, her Fs looked huge, perfectly symmetrical and without a hint of sag, they were every teenage boys dream. However, Holly did anything but show them off. Wearing sweatshirts and loose fitting clothing she hoped to hide her considerable assets, but this didn’t help avoid the leer of everyone, particularly the younger boys at school who would often spend their break and lunchtimes leering through the windows of the sixth form common room to try and get a glimpse of her much coveted breasts. Given her large bust she knew she had to work hard to keep her figure, and playing in the same hockey team as Olivia as well as spending time in the gym gave Holly a beautiful hourglass figure, making her desire to cover up all the more infuriating. The loose fitting dress she wore out that day was one of her most revealing, showing off much of her legs, although it still kept her chest well covered. Despite her excellent body, Holly’s embarrassment at the size of her breasts plus her natural shyness compared to the other two girls meant that she didn’t have much luck with men. Though she did not consider herself a prude, and was perfectly happy to talk about sex, even with boys, her belief that boys only wanted one thing from her meant she was still a virgin. However, tonight, when there was nobody she knew other than her closest friends, and with this gorgeous man in front of her, her mind began to contemplate changing that.
Olivia sipped her drink as she listened intently to the man talk to them in a thick European accent, all the while thinking about the body she imagined he had under his thin t-shirt. This wasn’t the first bar the girls had been in that night, but they had decided it looked nice and sophisticated, and in a city they did not know they thought it wise to stay on the main street. Lucy had immediately started flirting with the barman, a dark handsome chap who looked very flattered by Lucy’s attention. Olivia had stood with Holly waiting for their drinks, looking around to see if they could spot anyone interesting, or handsome. When she had seen him at the bar she had not been able to take her eyes off him, and the fact he had looked back at her had made her blush almost uncontrollably. When he had come over and introduced himself to them she could barely contain herself, although her natural charisma had shone through, and when he had offered to buy them a drink and invited them over to a table she had accepted gladly. Unsurprisingly, it was Olivia who was the most talkative of the girls, ascertaining his name (Mehmet), his nationality (Turkish), his age (25) and how long he had lived in Munich (3 years). She knew they ought to be careful how much they told him, given that he was a stranger, but such was his relaxed attitude, not to mention his rugged good looks, had put her instantly at ease, and she had told him more than she thought wise, but nothing that would have put her in any danger. Following that first drink, not the girls’ first of the night, came a second, and after about half an hour of conversation, Olivia was starting to feel it, and was even more enthusiastic than usual about the night in store.
“Hey,” she said, almost interrupting her own sentence, “I just need to go to the toilet, if that’s ok?”
“Yes yes,” Mehmet replied, “I will get more drinks?”
“No,” Lucy replied almost sternly, “we’ll get them when we get back.”
“Ah, smart girl. I am stranger after all.”
“Ok,” Olivia, who had been about to accept the offer of a drink, and was grateful to her friend for being more sensible, “see you soon!”
The girls left to go through to the toilets, and Mehmet sat back with his beer and took a long drink. He then pulled out his phone and began to type.
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In the toilets, the girls were taking stock of what had already been a good evening for them.
“I’m going to shag him,” Lucy stated flatly, not even breaking a smile as she adjusted her make up in the mirror.
“You’ll have to fight us off,” Olivia laughed, as she came out of one of the cubicles.
“No problem,” Lucy, turning to face her friend, “or…?”
“You mean…” Olivia hesitated, making sure they were on the same page, “both of us?”
“Both,” Lucy smiled, “or all three? Holly?”
“Well,” came the voice from within the cubicle, “when in Rome.”
“Haha, go on Hols!”
“We could see if he has a friend,” came Lucy’s suggestion, “make sure none of us get bored.”
“How would we get them into the hotel?” asked Olivia, still not entertaining the idea entirely seriously, “I’m not sneaking out.”
“Such a swot,” Lucy said with faux disdain.
“Slut.” Holly replied, emerging out of the cubicle.
“We’ll just go back out and see what happens girls. Could be a night to remember!”
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Mehmet sat back and waited for the girls to come back. He could scarcely believe his luck. He was often in this bar looking for girls, and he usually didn’t have much trouble finding them, or indeed of fucking them. His eastern charm coupled with his good looks and his sculpted body he could essentially have his pick of women in the bars of Munich. But as he ran his hand through his dark tousled hair he thought about what he had found that night. Three drop dead gorgeous English girls who all seemed up for a good time, not in Munich long, and all of them, he could tell, found him very attractive. He knew they were all 18, younger than the girls he usually found, but that was far from a negative. He had enjoyed speaking to them, particularly the one with the blonde hair, and was even more looking forward to fucking them, particularly given how they were all so different, from the quirky little blonde, to the leggy sultry one, and finally the shy one with, from what he could make out from under that dress, very big tits. Having sent a quick text, he signalled over to the barman, who gave him a cheeky wink back, and then stood as he saw his targets move back from the bathroom.
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After another 45 minutes of drinking Olivia felt like she was very drunk, and though this seemed strange seen as she’d only had two drinks, she was still enjoying herself. She could tell Lucy felt it too, as her usual sexy and sultry demeanour had been replaced by a much happier, giddier girl, who was flirting outrageously with the barman who had come over to join them. Holly seemed to have come out of her shell and was talking with Mehmet. Indeed, both her friends seemed to be having a good time, and so Olivia decided to forget about her sense of unease, finished her drink, and then joined back in the conversation.
“Shit,” Holly exclaimed, “we have to….to…be back.”
“Back where?” Olivia replied, feeling equally disorientated.
“Hotel.”
“Nah we can stay a bit,” Lucy said as she broke off from the barman, who was busy touching her hair and whispering in her ear.
“No Lucy!” Olivia shouted, much louder than she had thought, with people on adjacent tables turning round to look, “otherwise Miss…..Miss…Wallig will…”
“Wallace!” Holly seemed proud to have corrected her friend.
“Hey no girls,” Mehmet said, who seemed coherent apart from his broken English, “we get you into taxi.”
“No no, we want to stay,” Lucy pleaded, though her eyes suggested she was miles away.
“No, we get you into hotel,” Mehmet stated authoritatively, “maybe after we meet you, yes?”
“Ok baby,” Lucy winked, then suddenly stopped as if realising how drunk she was.
Mehmet and the barman helped the girls into a car that was waiting outside. If the girls had not been so out of it they would have realised that this was not a taxi. The car was like a limo, with blacked out windows, and had they been lucid the girls would certainly not have set foot inside it, especially not with two strange men. But Olivia and her friends could barely support themselves as they were pushed through the door and into the car. Olivia couldn’t sit up straight, her face resting against the leather seats and a strand of saliva instantly running down her cheek. By this time none of the girls could even move, and neither Lucy nor Olivia noticed when Holly was literally thrown on top of them. Closing the door on the girls in the backseat, the two men walked round into the front, started the car, and drove off into the night.
