The kidnapped and trafficked Platinum David Hinterlaya

Monique sighed, her boot stepping on the cape I dragged behind me. "It seems you need a little motivation." The arrow in her hand pressed lightly against my throat. "Either crawl in yourself, or I'll break your legs and stuff you in. Choose." The icy touch of death was at my throat, and I broke. Tears finally spilled, mixing with the rain to streak down my face and into the corners of my taped-shut mouth. I surrendered. I lowered my head, once a proud Pegasus, now forced to be like a worm, supporting myself on my knees, struggling towards that sack. The rough fibers of the sack scraped against the bare skin of my thighs, bringing waves of stinging pain. I first pushed my bound legs into the mouth of the bag, then had to turn on my side, like some kind of mollusk, twisting my waist, inching myself into that dark, cramped space. This was so humiliating... this was hell. With my hands tied behind my back, I couldn't maintain balance at all, and several times my face plunged directly into the dirty bottom of the sack, reeking of old dust and the decay of who-knows-what. I had to hunch my back, curl my body, forcing my long legs to fold. Monique stood there in the rain, watching me coldly. Watching "Platinum," who once stood as her equal, now begging like a dog, stuffing herself into a garbage bag just to survive. By the time I had most of my body inside, with only my head sticking out, I was utterly exhausted, my chest heaving, my breath coming in ragged gasps through the tape. I looked up at her, my eyes unfocused, filled with pleading – I had done as she asked, wasn't that enough? Monique walked forward, showing no mercy. She bent down and grabbed the edge of the sack that dangled against my chest. "Good job." Before she finished speaking, she yanked the mouth of the sack upwards! "Mmph!!!" Darkness descended instantly. The rough fabric of the sack brushed against my cheeks, then over my head. The last sliver of alley light vanished, and the world plunged into a dead, silent darkness, leaving only the dull thud of raindrops on the sack and the frantic pounding of my own heart, fueled by claustrophobia. I heard the sound of rope tightening above me. She had tied the mouth of the bag shut. Now, I was completely a piece of cargo. I couldn't see, couldn't speak, couldn't move, just trembling helplessly in this narrow, suffocating, musty sack like a frightened cocoon. Then, I felt a sense of weightlessness. Monique hoisted me up – or rather, dragged me. I was unceremoniously dumped onto a hard metal plate with a dull thud. The air was thick with the smell of machine oil; this must be an Iron Legion cargo truck. I heard the sound of the door closing, the metallic clang like the final nail in a coffin. I curled up in the sack in despair, tears already soaking the blindfold and the tape over my mouth. I knew the fate of traitors. According to Iron Legion rules, I would be taken to the Cavaleiria River outside the city, weighted down with stones, and sunk into the icy depths. The truck vibrated, and the engine roared to life. Just then, I heard Monique's voice from the front seat, on the phone. Muffled through the sack and the truck walls, her voice was heavy, but every word was a nail driven into my ears. "Hello, it's me. The traitor has been caught... Yes, she's in the truck." "Orders from above are to dispose of her? Throw her in the river?" A few seconds of silence. I held my breath, awaiting confirmation of my death sentence. "...No, wait." Monique's voice suddenly took on a playful tone, a tone that made my skin crawl. "This is Hinterland, the former 'Platinum.' This figure, this face, and the Pegasus bloodline... throwing her into the river to feed the fish would be such a waste, wouldn't it?" My heart lurched. What was she saying? "The border with Letania, aren't they always in need of 'high-class goods'? I hear there are some underground brothels over there that specialize in acquiring these 'commodities' – those with status who can't resist." No... don't... I thrashed wildly in the sack, letting out a heart-wrenching "Mmph!" from my throat. I'd rather die than that! Let me die! Monique seemed to hear my struggles from the back of the truck. She let out a light laugh, a laugh filled with cruel amusement. "Did you hear that? This little Pegasus seems quite lively. I think those Letanians will enjoy her. Especially when they find out they're riding the 'Platinum' that even the Grand Knights of Kazimierz fear, the look on their faces will be priceless." "Alright, it's settled. Contact the snakeheads over there, we'll make the delivery tonight." The call ended. The truck accelerated, the sound of tires crushing puddles particularly sharp in the rainy night. I cried out in despair in the dark sack, but only a faint whimper escaped. No one could save me, and I couldn't kill myself. What awaited me was no longer the icy river, but an abyss more terrifying, more prolonged, and more sordid than death itself. That first night by the roadside was merely the prelude to this unending nightmare. The man seemed to have opened some Pandora's Box, and once he tasted the satisfaction of possessing the once-lofty Knight Casimir, his filthy desires could never be sated. The rest of the journey became fragmented. Every so often, that suffocating screech of brakes would echo. Each time the wheels stopped turning, my heart would clench violently, for I knew he wanted me again. At first, he would still feign discretion, pulling over to secluded spots and dragging me into the back seat. That cramped, confined space became my new torture chamber. "Come here, lift your ass higher," he'd command rudely, like an unruly beast. My hands were bound behind my back, forcing me to kneel awkwardly on the leather seats, my face pressed against the cold window, watching the dark, desolate scenery outside, while behind me, his relentless thrusts continued. The back seat was too small; each impact sent my head crashing against the door or the back of the front seat. The car cabin filled with his heavy panting, the wet slapping of flesh, and my own choked whimpers, distorted into unrecognizable sounds. The second time, the third time... I lost count. My body felt like chewed-up gum, manipulated into all sorts of shameful positions. My white panties, which had once protected me, were long gone, tossed into some gutter. I was left bare from the waist down, always ready for his invasion. My nether regions were already raw and swollen; each penetration brought a searing sting. Yet, gradually, under the constant friction, my body, in a desperate act of self-preservation, began to secrete a shameful lubrication, making the assault smoother and making me feel even more debased. But it wasn't enough. His tricks grew more varied, his audacity bolder. It was a straight stretch of highway, with no other vehicles in sight. He suddenly slowed down, but showed no intention of stopping. "It's too stuffy back here, my little Pegasus. Come sit in the front and keep me company." He pulled over for a moment, not for sex, but to yank me out of the back seat like a rag doll and toss me into the passenger seat. My hands were still bound behind me, my legs held together uselessly. He hadn't dressed me, so I sat there, bare-bottomed, in the passenger seat, shame burning so intensely I wished I could melt into the floor. The car started moving again, but one of his hands left the steering wheel and went straight to his crotch, expertly unzipping his pants. "This journey is too boring. Amuse me with your mouth." He grinned wickedly, his large hand gripping the back of my head, pushing me down violently. "Wha?!" I stared wide-eyed in terror. The car was still moving! The speedometer needle was still climbing, the scenery outside a blur. In this situation, where an accident was imminent, he... "Suck obediently, don't use your teeth, or I'll slam on the brakes and crack your skull open." He threatened, the foul-smelling rod already at my lips. To survive, I had no choice but to open my mouth in humiliation and take the ugly, fleshy blade in. The car's vibrations coursed through my entire body via the seat, and the feeling of being stuffed with a foreign object in my mouth was suffocating. I was forced to crouch between his legs, and with the car's jolts and his pressure, I had to move my head up and down. "Hiss... Yes, just like that... What a mouth..." He held the steering wheel with one hand, pressed my head down with the other, glancing at the road ahead while enjoying my oral ministrations. The scene was absurd, and utterly desperate. I, Xintleya, once an assassin who leaped between buildings, was now like the lowest of sex slaves, kneeling between the legs of a scruffy human trafficker, serving as his cum receptacle during his drives. Sometimes, when the road was uneven, the car would lurch, and the thing would plunge deep into my throat, choking me to tears and triggering violent gagging. But he didn't care, only thrusting his hips harder, treating me like a living fleshlight. "Mmph! Mmph... *gag*..." Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, staining his dirty pants. My neck ached as if it would break, my jaw went numb, yet I dared not stop. "Ha... almost there... Suck tighter, you bastard!" As the car sped up, his breathing grew ragged. Finally, he let out a long roar on the highway, pressing my head firmly against his lower abdomen. The hot, thick,腥臊 fluid once again filled my mouth, sliding down my throat and into my stomach. He released me, satisfied, zipping up his pants. He then patted my cheek like one would praise a dog, "Not bad, much more interesting than the radio." I slumped in the passenger seat, white fluid at the corners of my mouth, my eyes vacant as I stared into the endless night ahead. At that moment, I felt I was no longer human. The car finally stopped in front of a secluded guesthouse. It was late, and after a day of jolting and the outrageous violations in the car, the beast seemed tired. "Get out, I'm taking you, you little slut, to get some sleep." He rummaged through the back seat and pulled out a thick, musty men's military coat, roughly throwing it over me, covering my hands bound behind my back and my bare, disheveled lower body. He buttoned it up one by one, all the way to the collar, wrapping me up tightly. Then, he put a large black mask on my face, covering the conspicuous clear tape, and finally a pair of sunglasses, hiding my eyes, which were already red and swollen from crying. "Listen, dare to make a sound or move, and I'll run you through right now." A cold dagger pressed against my lower back. I stiffened, and like a puppet, was pushed by him into the guesthouse lobby. The young woman at the front desk looked at us, mistaking us for a strange couple, and even smiled at the human trafficker holding me captive. How I longed to cry out for help, to tell her the sin hidden beneath this coat, but the tape on my mouth and the knife tip behind me forced me to lower my head in despair, swallowing all my tears. I pulled out several thick hemp ropes, spread her legs wide, bent her knees, and tied them to the grab handles on either side of the car roof. "M-spread, this is the standard pose in a brothel, making it easy for customers to inspect the goods at any time." I patted the bare inner thigh of her leg. Finally, I activated the Originium motor. "Buzzzzzz—" A low vibration started, and the half-inserted vibrator began to thrust and vibrate tirelessly. "Nnngh—!!!" Shintal's body tensed instantly, and a series of suppressed, rapid moans erupted from her throat, muffled by the gag. "Mmm... Nnngh... Mmm..." Her body trembled violently with the vibrator's rhythm, her waist twisting uncontrollably as she tried to escape the overwhelming stimulation. But the M-spread position left her nowhere to run, forcing her to expose her most private parts, letting the cold machine ravage her from within. I sat back in the driver's seat and adjusted the rearview mirror. In the mirror, the once cold and arrogant "Platinum" assassin was now tied in the back seat like a sow ready for slaughter. Legs spread wide, mouth gagged with a ball gag and a smelly sock, a stinky patch under her nose, a vibrating dildo inserted into her nether regions, thrusting relentlessly. With the car's bumps and the machine's vibrations, she was drooling and leaking fluids, emitting lewd cries. The pink dildo plunged in and out of her soiled cunt, each withdrawal leaving a ring of white foam. The scene was utterly debauched. "Quite a view," I whistled and started the car. "Hold on tight, my little Pegasus, we're back on the road. I hope you have a pleasant day with that thing for company." The wheels rolled, carrying the car full of lust and sin deep into Lituania. For Shintal, this journey was destined to be a hellish trip of endless orgasms and humiliation. The sound of the wheels rolling became the only background noise in my world again. I was back in that familiar, humiliating back seat. But this time, the situation had become even worse, even absurd. The demon, passing through a small town, had actually visited that kind of shop. When he returned, he had a chilling, wicked grin on his face and several colorful packaging boxes in his hand. Now, I was fixed in the back seat in a posture of unprecedented shame. My hands were still bound behind my back, but my legs were spread wide by rough hemp ropes, my knees pulled to the sides of my body, tied into what was called the "M-spread" position. I was like a dissected frog, my most private parts exposed to the air, to the rearview mirror hanging from the windshield. The nauseating suffocation in my mouth remained, even worse. Because it was no longer just tape, but a wad, stuffed into my entire mouth – my own smelly sock. It was the other one he had forced me to take off earlier, carrying the sour, sweaty smell and leather scent of a day's wear, tightly blocking my throat. To prevent me from spitting it out, he had put a specially made leather ball gag over it, biting into the corners of my mouth, saliva flowing uncontrollably down my chin. Even more terrifying was that my sense of smell had been completely deprived. The other smelly sock, the one I had sucked on before, was now tightly secured under my nose with several strips of transparent tape. No matter how I breathed, every breath had to pass through that fabric with its strong sour smell. I was like a rat forced to live in a garbage dump, every breath a torture of my dignity. "Buzzzzzz—" And the culprit that made me moan and my body go soft was stuck between my legs. It was a thick, pink, realistic vibrator. It was secured to my waist with several special straps, about half of its length forcibly inserted into my already swollen and red cunt. It contained a small Originium motor, which was now emitting a faint but continuous hum. "Zzz—Zzz—" It wasn't just vibrating; it was automatically and mechanically thrusting up and down. "Nnngh... Nnngh... Mmm..." Each thrust driven by the motor precisely hit the most sensitive point inside me; each withdrawal brought out a bit of sticky fluid, making a shameful "gurgling" sound. This unmanned, continuous mechanical violation was more ruthless and unbearable than a human violation. I couldn't beg for mercy, couldn't dodge, could only be forced to feel the cold plastic toy ravaging me from within. Pleasure washed over me in waves, but mixed with it was endless despair and self-loathing. The car sped down the highway, each bump driving the vibrator deeper or hitting harder. "Nnngh! Nnngh!" I threw my head back, my muffled groans distorted by the ball gag and sock. Through tear-blurred eyes, I saw the trafficker in the driver's seat glance at the rearview mirror from time to time. The mirror must have reflected my lewd image: legs spread wide, a sex toy inserted into my nether regions, a ball gag and smelly sock in my mouth, my face flushed and tear-streaked. "Hey, this thing's got some power, you're so turned on you can't even watch the road," his teasing voice came from the front. I could only close my eyes helplessly, feeling my dignity as a human being erode bit by bit amidst the hum of the Originium motor, leaving only a shell dominated by desire and shame, sinking deeper and deeper on this road to hell.