I look out of the hotel's window at the street of Arturia below and people walking past. My attention is drawn by a cute girl in a tight skirt across the road. I am still unable to believe that I could simply approach her right now, bend the hottie over a bench, lift up that skirt and put my hard cock inside her pussy. But that is absolutely in my power, thanks to this little white plastic card. I bring it closer to my eyes and examine the thing once again. The words "El Paso Del Amor" are written on it in gold letters, and underneath an expiration date - 2 weeks from now. I received my Love Pass back in the airport a few hours ago, but still couldn't master the courage to actually use. I decided to settle in the hotel first.

On the card's back side there are rules printed in both English and Spanish. The holder is allowed to sexually use any woman over the age of ${4Age} not caring about her consent. In case she tries to resist he has the right to restrain and force her. The Passholder is not allowed to enter private property, but any girl he sees in a public place is a fair game. The only exception are women wearing a special red band on their wrists. "Probably wives and daughters of local elites," I scoff, "no matter. There are more than enough chicks without that stupid red band to choose from."

I turn around and take a look at my modest accommodation. Even though the hotel is listed as a 5-star and I paid quite a bit of money for it, the room is very basic and run-down, just a bed, a cabinet and a small TV. The wallpaper is peeling off and everything looks ancient. Well, I didn't come here for a luxury vacation after all. For almost a year I saved every penny in order to buy this precious Love Pass together with a plane ticket to Cumduras. And now, when I'm finally here, it's time to have fun. Time to go out and find my first... hm... lover? No, my first victim, that's the right word. Preferably someone special as she will also be my first woman ever.

I quickly prepared myself. Not wishing to stand out too much among the locals, I decide to dress inconspicuously. An ordinary pair of jeans, a plain T-shirt and old sneakers will do just fine. The white card gets shoved into my pocket and I head downstairs. My heart beats like crazy. This is really happening! I'm going to fuck a real chick today and she will probably not like it much! What an awesome idea it was to travel all the way here. A sudden scream brings me out of my thoughts. It was definitely a woman and it came from the lobby.

After reaching the ground floor, I witness a peculiar scene unfolding. Another foreigner is dragging a crying girl by her hair. She is quite attractive, probably in her early twenties, petite but well proportioned. Her figure is accentuated by a white top, which leaves most of the girl's stomach visible and a pair of tight shorts. She struggles helplessly while being pulled along and starts pleading for help, but the hotel's staff sheepishly look away. They know perfectly well what kind of punishment will await anyone who gets in the way of a passholder.

On his way towards the stairs the man notices me and grins widely at the newcomer. "Hey, bro, check out what I caught myself today!" he jerks the girl's head forcing her to look straight at me. She is no longer screaming, only sobbing quietly while hot tears flow down her cheeks. The chick's eyes are full of shame and fear. "We are going to have so much fun together, aren't we, sweetie?" the man pinches the young woman's buttock making her yelp. "Cheers, bro," he winks at me one last time before dragging the terrified girl up the stairs.

For a moment I just stand there, pondering on what has just happened. Is that how it's goanna look like when I use the pass too? Of course, I didn't expect the local women to be thrilled while being abused by total strangers, but seeing this girl struggle with such despair is a bit scary. Will I be able to do something like that to an innocent woman? Will I enjoy it..? What a stupid question, of course I will. My cock is already rock hard just thinking about it.

With a renewed determination a take a step towards the building's exit, but then notice another door with an unmistakable neon heart sign. A sex shop in a hotel's lobby? That's quite unusual. Out of curiosity I took a peek inside. The shop's walls are mostly lined with various bondage gear: ropes, gags, tape and so on. The vendor notices a potential customer and greets me with a creepy smile, "Sometimes they resist, sir. But we've got everything you might need to subdue even the wildest ones. And to add more pleasure to it..." He chuckles and gestures at the items on sale.

For some reason I never thought about that part. How can I expect a girl to stay still when I take her by force? She might try to run away. It is allowed after all. And using many of those toys sounds really exciting too. But not for the first time... "Hm... no additional pleasure for today. Just something simple to... ehm... restrain her."

A minute later I finally walk out the front door with a set of handcuffs in my pocket. They are quite heavy. Obviously not a usual flimsy sex toy but actual police cuffs.

I look around. That is it, my first day in the infamous city of Arturia.