Old School Friends (EmmaS Tribute) (Patreon)

Hey everyone! I thought I might add another rework to the Intensive-Care-Section, only this time, the original is none of my own works. One of you suggested I could try and make my own version of some works of the great EmmaS for the last exclusive-poll. This one was among the suggestions, but was not included in the poll since I've wanted to recreate it for a while anyways. Emma is one of my all-time favorite artists a lot of my work was inspired by. In the original, the short caption says "the dangers of visiting old school friends in their native lands". I decided to take it from there and tell my own story. I hope I'm doing Emma justice! if you like it, maybe we can do something similar again? ;)

All the best, DoDenial

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Back when Stephanie had been a teenager, her school had started an exchange program with an African country that had just turned from dictatorship to democracy, now seeking powerful allies within the western hemisphere. Some of her classmates travelled to the foreign continent, not because they were really looking forward to the experience, but rather to pimp their vitas. Needless to mention the thought of partaking in such an endeavor did never even cross Stephanie’s mind. Her family was influential enough to get her to the best colleges and into the best-paying jobs, anyway. Fayola was a girl the same age as Stephanie and went to an African school when she took the opportunity to flee the hardship of unprivileged life for a couple months.

The first time Stephanie laid eyes on Fayola, she had been appalled: the poor girl was dressed horribly and had obviously never heard of makeup. She wasn’t good at speaking English and understandably had a hard time making friends. And Stephanie, selfless as she was, offered to help her, get her into the circle of the popular girls. She had shown her how to pick clothes, how to style her hair, which lipstick to use. And she even bought all the stuff for her poor new friend, too. Lastly, her name, Fayola, was not acceptable within the upper class, so Stephanie had named her “Candy”. Candy had seemed to enjoy her new life, for she was oblivious to what she really was to the girls: Just the dumb, tasteless cow they made fun of every single time she was not around. Stephanie still smiled when she thought of how ridiculous she had looked in those dresses she had suggested her to wear!

Anyway, that was long ago. Candy eventually had to return to her home country and the girls had not seen each other for many years. In the meantime, due to the western world’s generous development aid, her country had become one of the richest on the African continent – and a popular vacation destination. Since it was relatively far away though, it was still expensive, even for Stephanie. But suddenly, her old friend reached out to her again! Apparently, Candy had made a decent living over there and was still thankful for Stephanie’s help back then, so she invited her to a weeklong stay at the most luxurious hotel of her city. Stephanie happily agreed! She hardly believed that dumb bitch thought they had been real friends. She was skeptical, but when the hotel confirmed a premium suite had been booked and paid in her name, she did not hesitate any longer. Unable to decide what to take with her, Stephanie packed three suitcases full of designer clothes, expensive sunglasses and fashionable jewelry to accompany her outfits. When the day had come, she was off to the airport, looking forward to the beautiful beaches and handsome foreign men.

At the airport, refreshed from an eight-hour-nap on the plane, Stephanie waited for her luggage when two intimidating men in uniforms approached her. In bad English, one of them introduced them as officers of the airport security and customs department. Apparently, there had been a problem in baggage handling, and she had to accompany them to their office. Reluctantly, she followed the men. And that was when Stephanie's dream of a cheap luxury vacation turned into a nightmare. Without any further ado, once the door had closed behind her, she was pushed to the ground, her hands cuffed behind her back and her mouth stuffed. The men talked to each other in their foreign language, laughed and cheered and did not react to her struggles and pleas. Lastly, a terribly smelling hood was forced over her head, depriving her of her sight. She could not tell where she was brought afterwards, but from the sounds she heard she was taken away in some sort of van. All she could think of was that a terrible accident must have happened, they might have mistaken her for a terrorist or something...

The next time the hood was removed from her head, Stephanie found herself displayed on a market square in the middle of the city, her most private parts invaded by painfully large phalluses and her body held by a rigid steel frame. She screamed for help, but her predicament apparently was that common of a sight, none of the many by passers even turned their head. She was forced to stand there and although the afternoon sun was burning hot, she shivered with fear. Suddenly, she noticed a spot of color amidst the monotonously colored clothing of the townspeople. A woman in a shiny purple silk dress was approaching her. It was Stephanie’s dress. And the woman wearing it was… Candy! She walked right in front of her old school friend, her round dark face showing a bright smile. “Steph!”, she shouted, as if she had just casually met her at the mall. “There you are! I was wondering what took you so long! Your hotel room is ready, the champagne is cold, the staff is just waiting for you to arrive – and here you are, taking in the culture of our beautiful country!” Stephanie was too startled to even react. She stared at Candy in disbelief when a huge man suddenly blocked her view. He was chubby, walked somewhat clumsily and was entirely naked! Some words were exchanged in the native language, then the man turned back to Stephanie. She noticed the man’s penis was as huge as the rest of his body. The sight of her seemed to please him, since that enormous cock started to swell. Stephanie fought the sick feeling in her stomach as he slowly walked to her side, never taking his eyes off her.

“Carl here just told me”, Candy continued, “That your travel permit has expired and you have been taken into custody by the authorities! Oh Steph, did you not check your passport?” Stephanie tried to speak, but her mouth was dry from standing in the hot sun for hours, so all she could do was cough. “Anyway, as our law dictates, you have been declared a slave of the state and you’ll be sold to compensate the government for the hassle you caused. A slave cannot own anything, you see, and so it’s quite fortunate I already picked up your luggage. Unthinkable if all those expensive pieces would end up in the wrong hands! I guess around here, I can live a year from selling just one piece of jewelry! I’ll keep some, of course. Don’t you think this dress suits me so nice?” Stephanie stared at her, cleared her throat, and screamed: “Candy! Get me out of here! Tell them you invited me and I’m not illegal!” Candy smiled. “Oh Steph, I wish I could! But my hands are tied, as you say in the States. I mean, I could buy you, of course…” Stephanie nodded frantically, drops of sweat pouring down her face.

“Hm… By the look of it I’d say Carl has a sweet spot for you. Usually, he has some fun with his favorites before he even offers them. He probably wouldn’t sell you for less than 5,000 Ragnep, which is basically 50 Dollars. Or I could just leave him one of your dresses for his Misses... But honestly, I don’t think I have that much cash with me, and I can’t see myself letting go of your beautiful wardrobe either. As you once said, style is everything!” Stephanie was furious and horrified at the same time. “WHAT!?”, she yelled, so loud a few citizens stood and looked over to them. “You CAN’T do that! It’s my stuff, it belongs to me, and I want to get out of this! NOW!” Candy said something in her native tongue again and Carl started laughing. He got closer to Stephanie, now equipped with a crop and sporting an impressive erection. “I don’t think that’s gonna happen. That moment at the terminal was the last time you’ve ever been a free woman. Sadly, all the surveillance cameras had been turned off that second, so it will be impossible for anyone to find out what exactly happened to you after getting off the plane. And nobody knows you here, you’re just another dumb blond chick spending the rest of her live as a sex slave. You’ll be kept in some horrible dungeon somewhere, unable to move while chained to the ground, waiting to serve your master or mistress. I guess you will be declared dead at some point, but I don't care honestly.” Candy pulled the camera out of Stephanie’s purse and got into position to take a picture. “NO!”, Stephanie screamed as Carl laid his arm around her waist and smiled. “NO! YOU’RE KIDDING! Tell me this is a joke, please! Please, Candy, please, please, please! HELP ME! CANDY!” Candy’s smile vanished for a brief moment. “I’ll just take a little pic to remember by best friend from school… who taught me how to treat people from a foreign country who don’t know the rules…” The camera clicked. “And my name is Fayola, you stupid cunt.”