Vacation

Sometimes a vacation is more than just a vacation. Sometimes the suxinors are more than just towels and sand. I found her wandering the street of Nassau.She was young, bruised and speechles. I took her nanf and she let me guide her to my hotel room. I beleive she was someone stolen in the white slave industy and had excaped or been thrown away. I undressed her and showered her. She had no problem letting me touch her and after I fucked her in the shower which she let me almost to easily, she showered herself and met me in the kitchen with just a towel. When i pulled the towel and gave it up willingly. I let her leep the towel wrapped arounfd her hair. I then asked can you cook. She nodded and went to the fridhe and cooked us a meal of steak and shrimp with a white sause she made. My hotel was actually a suite and had all the amendities of home, She had no other clothes or ID. If I was hoing to get her out of the country she would need IDs . I called a friend who knew someone who someone who could fix us up. I met him with my new girlfriend in new clothes in Freeprort. Not a very nice area of Freeport either. He took pictures. :ppked at me then at her then back at me as if he reconized her. He asjed for $5000 cash I handed him over the envelop and came back from his back office in a few hours and told me he had found her. Her ids would be ready in a few days. Then he told me not to come back to freepirt. He would send them by courier to Paridise Island. I was nt staying at Paradise Island but didnt correct him. He told me to tell his friend his debt was paid. I understood and would pass it on. Not knowing how much more this was going to cost me. Then s it was hot and then we were about to leave Millian her name or so I was told moved her hair from her ear and I saw the slave mark. We left and immeditley left the island. When we got back I found my hotel ransacked. I gther up my belongings and called anither body who had friends a few islands away. We hurried and caught a small plane. I just invested $5000 in my slave I was going to let her go now.. I knew it wouldnt jusr be her that would get caught. When I reached the new island I was greeted by an old pal who threw me a M-16. You fucking Idiot! Half the Islabd is looking for her. I shrugged my shouders and admitted she sucks great cock and swallows. What can I say. The passports. Paradise Island? He always says that. Codeword for the underground. You can stay here until I get them. Then you have to leave and not comeback. At least not with her. Okay.I had gotten her a few sets of clothes before we left the island. I offered to my body who fucked her real good. I fucked her some more and then Waited. Target practice with bows and gun till my ID's surfaced. We stocked me up with guns and ammo in case something happened. Then we caught a plane to anothrer Island. Caught a wild boat ride to Cuba. She had Ids. and Papers but there was no way I could get in in the US with us being chased. We loled up in Cuba where I had fanily. Well not related but a differant kind of family. We shaved her head and gave her a Bandana to wear yill it grew back. Got rid of the slave tattoe and had her nipples pierced. The nipples were my idea. She did as was told. And often hug me and kiss me. She knew what ever happened I was giving her a better life. I doidnt beat her. Wouldnt let anyone else beat her either. She was never screamed at. I fucked her. Let others fuck her. This she seemed to really enjoy as she was always moaning and groaining and sometimes even screaming yes yes. Deeper harder. She was a real sex fiend. I learned why she rarely spoke. She was Russian.  Slavic actually and so if no one could understand her what was the point. She made up her lack of lanuage in hugs, jisses, moans and groans. She seemed to understand English though quite well. Then she spoke one day in Cuba while we were alone and we had just had a good fuck, You Fuck Good. She said in broken English. Thanks I smilled and kissed her. When we go to America?
          Then I admitted to her I ws a escaped felon and couldnt go back to America. I cant go back either. She admitted sadly.we stay here. I said not formmuch longer. Where we go. You take me with you and then she grabbed me in a big hug. Yes I take you with me. I never told her why I couldnt go back to America and she never asked. She was like that no questions.It was another here tthat we moved around Cuba and I did some jobs. Enough that we had enough to catch another boat ride to another island off the coast of Monaco.