Much, much more daring

You back silently away from the lake, not that you wouldn't mind watching the leader fuck that Nordic princess in her tight ass, but you have a plan that might be worth risking everything you have going here all at once. Ahead of you is one of the couples, a slender young man not any taller than you and maybe 30 pounds lighter and one of the five young students still wrapped tightly in chains. You roll down your baklava over your face and double check to make sure your blade is still in your pocket.

"Please Mister," you recognize Chanel's voice by its musical lilt, "please don't sodomize me, I'll suck your cock. I'll suck it real well."

"I'll do whatever I want to do, Bitch." The man is clearly enjoying this newfound power, "and when I'm done taking you I'm going to bring you to the Sheik's man, and have $10K just for this one night's job."

"What do you mean? I don't understand?" Chanel's sweet voice rises as she imagines what that kind of future would hold for a shapely young Western woman like her.

"I mean you'd better get used to having men fuck you any way they like if you end up sold to some brothel in Dubai." He pauses, enjoying this game they're playing. You wonder if either of them are aware that each year hundreds of pretty, young, American and European women really do end up working as sex slaves just like he described.

"Oh no! Not that! Please?" You have almost caught up to the pair; the young man has one hand inside Chanel's blouse and the other up under her skirt. "If you let me go I'll let you... I'll let you take me. You can be the man you makes a woman out of me."

"I'd sure love to hear your squeal, Honey, but your cherry's not worth $10,000 dollars."

"Wait!" The curly-haired brunette pleads as she is **** back to the ground and her face into the grass. "My father's rich. He'll give you $20,000 for saving me, and I'll let you fuck me also!"

You never get to hear what the kid was going to say because your arm swings around his neck and you tighten it until he cannot breath. Chanel kneeling in the grass with her ass up in the air doesn't even realize that something's wrong until the Hamilton boy drops to the grass by her side.

"Oh my God!" The student on her knees tries to get up, but the chain looped around her arms makes it impossible, "Who the Hell are you?"