This story contains parts that indicate non-consensual sex, non-human relationship and subcategories of cuckolding. If you are offended by any of these subjects, please proceed at your own risk.
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A new lamb for the sacrifice
Michelle and her boyfriend Ryan had been enjoying their summer vacation in the majestic continent of Africa, and they were nearing to the end of their fun-filled and adventurous stay. As a way of celebrating their successful vacation, they decided to abandon the safety of the hotel and their guides to go for an independent adventure in to the African town's busy night life.
The town was full of adventuring tourists just like them, and soon, they felt safe enough to enjoy the hospitality of a very busy local pub. The atmosphere was completely different from the air-conditioned and posh pub of the hotel, and they really started to enjoy friendly interactions with the locals and the refreshing nocturnal winds coming straight from the open savanna.
It was then, the very friendly and charming looking old man had joined them with their celebration; soon, they were drinking together like they had known each other for years. When Michelle saw the first signs of intoxication from Ryan, she mentioned to him about going back to the hotel, but the old man kept persuading them celebrate more, saying that his driver was waiting outside with his vehicle, and he would give them a ride back to the hotel.
Between laughter and interesting conversations, out of many liquor bottles that had been ordered by the old man to their table, Michelle busied herself with her favorite Jack Daniels. The old man noticed this, and despite her efforts to keep herself from getting over-intoxicated, he made sure that she never saw the empty bottom of her glass.
Despite being a person who knew her limits with liquor, Michelle knew that her calculations had gone wrong when she started having hard time keeping her eyes open. She looked at Ryan to find that he had fallen asleep with a glass still in his hand, and with Ryan out of commission, she knew that she had to stay awake and make sure that both of them reach the hotel with the old man. But before she could look at the old man, her eyelids fell over her eyes, and she succumbed to the sleep inducing drug.
With a painful headache welcoming her in to consciousness, Michelle opened her eyes to find herself looking at a, painfully bright, neon light. She quickly closed her eyes to protect her over-sensitive eyes, and while groaning, she sat-up on the bed she was lying on, and shook her head to get rid of the grogginess that was resulted by the hang-over from the previous night's heavy drinking.
By habit, Michelle reached over with her left hand to find Ryan and found the edge of the bed; thinking that she had fallen asleep on the left side of the bed, she reached over to the other side with her right hand and instead of her boyfriend, she found the other edge of the bed. Knowing that they had a king-size bed in their hotel room, and figuring that the bed she was on was too small to be the one in hotel, she opened her eyes to check her surroundings.
From the first glance, it was obvious to Michelle that she was not in the hotel room; she was in a small room with two normal walls and two glass walls, and there were doors on each of the longer, glass and normal walls. She was sitting on a single-bed, and the room had an attached bathroom and a small table with a chair. She was puzzled by the strange room she woke up in, and she wondered what had happened after she fell asleep last night and what had happened to Ryan.
Everything was dark outside the long glass wall, and Michelle noticed that on the other side of the short glass wall, there was another room just like the one she was in. When she noticed a sleeping form on the bed of the other room, she realized that it was Ryan. Since there was no door connecting their rooms, she tried to tap on the thick glass while calling out to wake him up. Giving a hint of the deep sleep he was in, despite her efforts, she failed to bring out of his deep sleep.
Seeing the two doors in his room, Michelle figured that she should be able to reach his room by going through the doors in hers and his rooms. It was then, she found out that the two doors in her room were locked, and she felt the confusion in her mind change in to distress. She started to panic when she found that she was locked in, and she started to hit hard on the glass while screaming to wake up Ryan.
Thanks to Michelle's desperate efforts, Ryan finally started to come out of his deep slumber, and sat on the bed holding his aching head in his arms. When he noticed the strange surroundings and screaming Michelle on the other side of the glass wall, he sprung in to standing position and went over to the glass wall.
"Ryan! What's happening? I'm locked in this room," Michelle said from the other side of the glass. Fear was written all over her face and even her voice carried traces of it.
"I...I don't know," Ryan said, while still trying to shake away the grogginess out of his head.
"Let me try the doors," he said while going to the doors. As he found out that the doors in his room were also locked, panic started to creep in to his mind too. With the doors being made out of thick metal, and the glass walls being made out of some kind of thick, fire-proof looking material, he figured that, physical strength wasn't going to grant him freedom from that small room.
"I'm locked in too. Do you remember anything? All I remember is passing out while drinking with that old man Jackson," Ryan said after giving up his effort to escape the confinement.
"I passed out right after you too. Ryan, we are in trouble are we? Oh my god, we should have never left the hotel without the guide. Where do you think we are now?" Michelle said with distress.
"I hate to admit, but it does look like we are in trouble. Let's not panic and wait for whoever that is holding us here to contact us. Maybe we will be able to get out by giving some money," Ryan said while trying to look calm.
"Don't worry, everything will be alright, honey," he said to Michelle in a comforting manner.
"Hello!"
They both got startled by the sudden voice that came through the speakers on the ceiling.
"Welcome to my humble facility. Although it's a far-cry from my previous one, I hope you'll be satisfied with the accommodation."
"It's you! I recognize your voice. Jackson, what the fuck are you trying to pull off by keeping us locked in here?" Ryan shouted after realizing it was the same voice as the old man they met last night.
"I'm impressed that only after few words, you recognized my voice, but Jackson is not my real name. Well...how should I put this? You are my captives now, but I would like to consider you as my guests, rather than naming you as prisoners. As mannered guests, I expect you to behave according to my rules, or your partner will face dire consequences for your misbehaviors," the old man replied.
"We have money, we can give you any amount if you let us leave unharmed. I promise we will not go to authorities," Ryan said, trying to negotiate their freedom. He feared for Michelle, since even though the threat was made in a gentle manner, that calmness of his voice intensified its authenticity.
"Money holds no value to me. Right now, you possess something more valuable to me than petty wealth."
"What the fuck do you want from us then?" Michelle finally snapped.
"Michelle, I don't like to be rudely interrupted when I'm talking. As for your first lesson and punishment, I'm going to do the explaining only after your first ordeal," the old man said with a stern voice, and both Michelle and Ryan knew that whatever the ordeal he was talking about wasn't going to be a pleasant experience.
"The only hints I'm going to provide you now are: Ryan, the scanning pad on the back wall of your room has the ability to open Michelle's glass door, and it'll activate if the correct palm signature lands on it; Michelle, the glass door of your room will open if the buttons on both sides of it were to be pressed within a period of ten minutes."
"As long as both of you abide my rules and behave well, you will ensure the safety of your own lives. I would like to give you a one-day rest before starting the procedure, but since we are way behind the schedule, the best I can give you is few hours. Ryan, we'll provide you with meals soon, so eat well and gather up your energy; Michelle, a maid will soon attend to you, behave well and stay pretty. Good luck both of you," the old man said before terminating the line.
Puzzled by the unknown procedure the old man was talking about, the first thing Ryan attempted was to put his hand on the scanning pad and see whether if he could open Michelle's glass door. With no results, he resorted back to trying to calm down shaken Michelle and figuring out a possible path of escape.
While Ryan busied himself with checking the room for any weaknesses, Michelle herself started to think about a way they could escape the nightmare they woke up to. She found herself pinching her arm few times to make sure that she wasn't dreaming, and regretfully she failed to wake herself up from the nightmare.
Suddenly, the door connected to the normal wall in Ryan's room opened, and two armed people brought in a cart with prepared meals on it. While one of them kept his gun pointed towards Ryan, the other placed the plates on the table, and both of them went back with the cart, closing the door behind them.
At the same moment the door closed, the door on Michelle's room opened, and an armed person and an old lady in maid attire entered her room with a cart. Remembering the warning from the old man about their partners being punished for misbehavior, she decided that it was best to comply with their instructions.
The maid took her in to the attached bathroom, and Michelle found herself being subjected to a full beauty-makeover. It felt weird about being bathed and shaved by another person, but despite the situation, she kind of appreciated the pampering she was receiving.
After the bath, the maid dressed her in black bra-top short cocktail dress and a matching pair of black stiletto. The top of the dress beautifully exposed the cleavage of her firm B-cup breasts, and the thin fabric molded over her sensuous curves like second skin. Outlining her narrow waist, the tight dress tightly hugged her body and her bulbous derriere that had the ability to mesmerize any man who was lucky enough to lay their eyes on it. She was a very petite girl with a body height just about five feet, but the short length of the dress, exposed her beautiful long slender legs that beautifully complemented her, well-shaped, hour-glass figure. The high-heel stiletto only added fuel to her burning sexual allure, and made her exquisite derriere to proudly stand-out even more.
When Michelle looked at the mirror, she saw her angelic face, outlined by shining waves of raven stresses that flowed down till her mid-back. Her big light blue eyes and sharp nose complemented her beauty even more while skillful makeup worked as a catalyst to her beautiful facial features. Michelle was a part-time model, and she knew how to recognize talent when it came to make-up and fashion. From the image of the goddess in the mirror, she knew that the old maid lady had mastered the skill, and she wished if she could hire her as her personal make-up artist.
Despite the admiration for the maid's skills and her own beauty, Michelle started to wonder why they had to make a big effort to make her look good. When she asked the maid, she didn't answer any of Michelle's questions and just told her not to change her clothes or appearance.
