Mexican Slavery 3

Author: jnateb
Title: Mexican Slavery 3
Date: 25 April 2017

Part 3

The ride was the least comfortable I had ever taken, shoved into a space designed for one slave - and honestly, even then it seemed like it would be a tight fit - with another slave, going over some of the bumpiest roads I could possibly imagine, and it seemed to go on forever. Obviously my conditions may have made it seem longer than it was, but we had to have driven for at least 2 hours. As time went on, there were no street lights, no sounds of other vehicles. It seemed like we were going to a very remote location.

I kept running through in my mind what had happened. Cursing Eric for getting us lost out in the woods. Cursing Seb for convincing us to come down to Mexico, and to the ruins. Wondering if they really meant what they said, then feeling the soreness of my ass and the plug still sticking in it and realizing they definitely seemed to mean business. Cursing myself for getting in their vehicle. I probably blamed God and Satan at some point in the few hour drive as well. Not that any of it did a lot of good. I was naked, chained, plugged, gagged, and helplessly locked inside the vehicle of several psychopaths, and did not see any way to change that.

I wondered what Eric was thinking, but imagined it was probably about the same as me. I heard him groan a few times as we hit potholes and we were both launched into the cage above us, but other than that, he was quiet. I wondered if Seb made it back safely to the resort. Then I thought about him having a nice drink by the pool after the long day, hitting on girls, and hoped the bus had a blow out before they got back. Honestly, who gets on a bus and leaves his two buddies out in the woods to be kidnapped and enslaved? I wondered if I would ever see Seb, my family, or my friends again. I wondered how many other guys had made the same trip in this small space to their new lives as slaves.

As we bounced along, I could feel Eric’s cock device push into my chest, and am sure he felt the same from mine. The bouncing of the vehicle seemed to somehow make the plug go in a bit deeper and come back out, so that it nearly felt like I was being fucked by it. It must have been after midnight by this point and we had been up since before the crack of dawn, so I tried to sleep but between my predicament and the rough roads, there did not seem to be any chance of that.

At long - and I do mean long - last, the vehicle finally stopped, and I thought I finally would at least get out of the cramped condition. Instead, I heard the guys get out of the SUV, and heard their voices fade as they walked away. They were just leaving us here like this! I heard Eric grunting into his gag and felt him wiggle around, but there wasn’t really much we could do about it, or say for that matter. So I waited. And waited. They must have kept us like that for another hour. It felt like 10. I tried to sleep, and was partially successful, but it is hard to sleep when you’re tightly locked/caged, gagged, and mashed against someone else. Not to mention scared out of your mind.

I heard Eric grunting and wiggling around, agitated. I wanted to tell him that I understood, and try to comfort him, but there wasn’t really much I could do. Then I realized why he was agitated when I felt piss begin to drip down my chest. We’d both been confined for hours and he had to piss. I did too, but it wasn’t an absolute need yet. Now, in addition to everything else, we were laying in piss and smelling it. This day couldn’t get any worse.

But I spoke too soon…


______________________
This one is a bit short, I know, but longer chapters ahead, as I have time to write. Would love to hear your thoughts. Please rate! :)