'Then what do you want?' Nancy asked in the tense silence that followed.
In answer, Salvador let his eyes rove slowly over her ripe young body, while his tongue licked slowly over his narrow lips. The full meaning of his gesture washed over Nancy in long waves, causing her to blush to the roots of her hair. He was offering to help Rick if… if she would let him fuck her pussy, she realized in horror, her whole body rippling with shame as she remembered the way she must have looked when he came in. She had been rescued from Bernardo and Chico only to be brutalized once more, this time by the leader of the Morros gang himself.
'I think… I think I'd rather try and find her on my own,' she replied softly, still blushing with shame. 'That is, if I have any choice.'
'Suit yourself,' Salvador replied. 'It's your husband who'll be in jail for the next few years. Maybe you'll like that.'
'Not if the police find that girl Maria,' Nancy retorted desperately.
'Once they prove she left those things at the house, they'll have to let Rick go.'
'I got a feeling that when you find Maria, if you do, she's gonna have five people ready to swear she was praying in Church that day,'
Salvador answered, smiling tauntingly at the naive young reporter's wife.
Something in his eyes made Nancy shiver inwardly with fear. Her earlier trust of the Morros gang leader faded as she realized the unspoken implications of what he was saying. If he could get Rick off, he could also provide an alibi for Maria. Perhaps he already had. He was silently telling her that he and his gang had already won, and threatening that if she didn't cooperate, things would only get worse.
Rick Taggart's life would be ruined, and he would spend the next five years in prison besides, unless she gave in to the obscene demands of Salvador Mendosa.
Salvador watched with interest as her face reflected the inner conflict she felt. Finally, she bowed her head in defeat.
'What do I have to do?' she asked softly, in a shame-ridden voice.
'Why don't you start by taking your clothes off, and we'll pick up where you and Bernardo left off.'
Burning with shame, Nancy began to do as she was told. What does it matter, she thought numbly as she unbuttoned her dress. Deep in her heart she felt she was no better than a whore, anyway, for having responded so shamelessly to this man's brother's caresses. Why, she would have enjoyed being raped by the young hoodlum, enjoyed it! She was a whore! Why not act like one? At least she was selling her body for a good cause. And maybe, she thought bitterly, maybe it'll even be fun. I love to be fucked by my husband, why not by other men as well?
They all have cocks and I have a cunt. And I don't have any trouble getting excited, oh no!
Salvador watched with mounting lust as her dress fell in a heap around her ankles. He had retreated back to the wall he had leaned against before where he had a perfect view of the voluptuous blonde disrobing in the center of the room.
His thick cock increased its hungry pounding within his tight, wellwashed blue jeans as her tantalizing body was revealed bit by bit to his gaze. First thing off was her dress, which left her hugely ballooning tits totally naked, since she had been unable to refasten her bra after Bernardo had sliced through the shoulder straps with his switchblade. Salvador felt as though he could cum in his pants right there at the first sight of those satin-smooth mounds of her tits tipped with darkly quivering points of blushing coral.
He watched with mounting excitement as she stepped out of her slip, then kicked off her shoes. All these tasks she performed mechanically, as though she were superior to them, and every angle of her body communicated to the burly street-gang leader her hate and contempt for what he was forcing her to do. That's, okay, he thought to himself.
It'll make it all the better when she finally starts wriggling like a bitch in heat after I shove my cock up her tight pink pussy! I like women with fire in them.
'Wait a minute,' he commanded as the young reporter's wife slipped her slender fingers inside the tight elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and began lowering them over the inviting swell of her hips.
'Come over here.'
Pushing back away from the wall, Salvador motioned for her to stand between him and the wall. Shaking with anger and fear, Nancy walked over and stood in front of him, refusing to meet the thug's eyes.
After gazing lasciviously at the softly trembling plane of her belly through the flimsy panty material, Salvador grasped her lushly flaring hips and turned her around. First he ran his hands over the surface of her sensuously rounded asscheeks, then he gripped the waist-band of the panties with his thumbs and lowered them slowly over her ass, leaving them bunched in a thin white line around her knees. Forcing himself to restrain the lust which was making his balls ache painfully and his cock swell and jerk impatiently against his thigh, Salvador's fingers slowly explored her moon-shaped asscheeks, his mind seething with wild lustful desires. He'd show the world that Salvador Mendosa was still on top of the heap, no matter what they thought. He was still the leader of the Morros, the most feared and respected gang in all of Miami.
He tried to separate Nancy's asscheeks with his hand, but she clenched them tightly shut against him. Following the line of her nether crease downward, his middle finger found the already slippery hole to her cunt which, aroused but unsatisfied by Bernardo's manual and oral manipulations, had never ceased to secrete a steady flow of hot, welcoming pussy juices. His fingers coated with the musky-smelling fluid, Salvador stood behind her, his face breaking into a sadistic smile. 'You don't fool me, bitch,' he hissed, twisting his middle finger cruelly upward into her tight little cunthole. 'You really want this fucking. You're creaming for it already! Now move into the hall and lean over those stairs.'
Nancy could hardly believe her ears as she heard the street-gang leader's obscene command. She had felt totally humiliated before, with Bernardo and Chico, but this, this was too much! To be forced, with her panties like a lewd hobble around her knees, to bend nakedly over some stairs in a deserted house that the Morros gang used as a hideout, while he did as he pleased with her helpless naked body, was the worst degradation to which she had ever been subjected. She was being forced to consent, to do as the lust-corrupted gang member demanded of her own free will. It was horrible! Horrible! But she really had no choice. If she didn't comply, her young reporter-husband would rot in jail for months, even years for something he had not even done. Fighting down tears of shame and humiliation, the subjugated young blonde walked out into the hall with Salvador following close behind her and leaned over the first five steps of the staircase leading up to the landing, her hugely billowing titties crushed against the cold, uneven wood surface.
Unzipping his fly, Salvador withdrew his massive, lust-swollen prick from his pants and positioned it against her wetly gushing pussyhole from behind. 'Now, baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't see straight!'
'Do whatever you want,' Nancy replied numbly. 'I don't care.'
'Oh yes, you do,' Salvador snarled, running his thickly pulsing shaft harshly up and down the length of her trembling asscrack. 'You do want me to fuck you. Maybe you can pull the wool over the eyes of young punks like my brother Bernardo and your old man, but I know women. You want me to fuck you, don't you? Don't you?' Salvador punctuated his last words with a sharp lunge forward that drove the tip of his huge, cunt-stretching cockhead between her cringing pussy lips and just inside the entrance of her cunt, stretching wide the tender flesh at the opening and then rotating lewdly around just inside.
His lewd gesture sent a thunderclap of stinging lust coursing through Nancy's jackknifed body, and her pussy walls contracted hungrily around the gang leader's heavily throbbing prick as though wanting to draw him even farther up inside her.
'Yes,' Nancy moaned, weary of trying to subdue her own raging desires.
'Yes, I want it. I want it! I want it!!!' She did want it. Why not admit it? She couldn't fight it any more.
Towering above her like a crazed animal, Salvador licked his lips in triumph. Instinctively he knew what she was going through. This was the moment he enjoyed most, when he finally brought out the whore in a woman. He could do anything with her now, anything! Growling with triumph, he suddenly fell forward over her naked back, his weight smashing the nearly hysterical young reporter's wife's tits even harder against the stairwell steps. His massively pulsating cock fucked deep into her welcoming cunthole, pushing the hot juicy flesh of her pussy in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan from, Salvador's lips, his cum-laden balls smacked heavily into the naked flesh of her smoothly tapered thighs.
'Oh God, oh God!' Nancy cried beneath him, gripping the stairs for support. She had never been so filled with
