Inga the she wolf

As Klaus and Sven put things away, the door opened. In walked a tall, voluptuous blond. He hair looked like corn silk. Her deep emerald eyes fixed their gaze upon the cowering, nude form of Jessica. She smiled ravenously as she closed the door behind her, and made her way over to where Jessica stood. She turned her attention to the two men. "Is this the little bird you caught tonight?" she asked.

"Yes" answered Klaus. "She was loaded with lots of cash. Says she can get more. She's an American, and I think she should do well for us, or bring a very good price at the market. What do you think, Inga?"

"Put your hands down, little bird" Inga commanded Jessica. "I want to get a good look at you."

Jessica lowered her arms to her sides. "Please, you have my money. I'll get you more in the morning. Please let me go. I won't go to the police.I promise."

Inga licked her lips as she feasted upon Jessica. "Oh you will definitely get us money. But not in the way you think, silly American." She slapped Jessica's firm, heart shaped ass, causing Jessica to jump. She ran her hands over Jessica's torso, and down her hips. "You are definitely baby making material. Such beautiful, baby making hips." She lingered in back of Jessica for a while, running her hands over her hips and ass. Then she ran a hand between Jessica's thighs and felt the naked girl's soft, pouting labia from behind. She thrust a finger up inside her. causing Jessica to flinch and gasp. "Feels like you are wet and swollen, and ready to be fucked" she whispered into Jessica's ear. "Know what else makes you a good baby maker, my pet? Your looks. You will have some beautiful children."

Jessica flushed with humiliation and embarrassment. She knew Inga was right. Her body had been responding to all of this from the moment Sven made her strip. She couldn't understand why it turned her on so much. But she knew she couldn't admit that to her captors. "W-What are you going to do with me?"

"We are going to turn you into a top money making street whore" answered Inga. "No birth control for you. If you get pregnant, you get pregnant. The state will pay you handsomely for being a single mother. The more babies you have, the more money you make for us on top of your street work. Or maybe we will just sell you to the highest bidder. Either way, you will not be going back to your old life in America."

"But I'm a Hollywood star!" Jessica exclaimed. "People will miss me. They'll come looking for me."

"A movie star you say?" Inga laughed. "Then you can make movies for us! I can guarantee you no one will come looking for you after your tragic ****. Of course your body will never be found." She grabbed Jessica by the arm and dragged her over to the table where Sven and Klaus sat enjoying shots of Absinthe. "So you got the ****?" she asked the two.

"Yes, we got a nice variety her" Klaus smiled. "There's even heroin for our little birdie."

"Good" Inga commended Klaus. "Prepare some. Let's get her hooked."

Klaus produced a good sized bag of powder and a spoon. He took a spoonful out of the bag, then began to heat it over the flame of a lighter. Sven opened a box of syringes. He took one out, and unwrapped it, and got it ready.

Jessica's arms flinched as she tried to break free of Inga. "No, don't do this! I'm worth millions! You can have it all!" she cried in desperation.

"You know our faces, dumb bitch" Inga said coldly. "We can't have you going to the police. Now shut up, and stretch out your arm before I decide to break it."