pain and humiliation were turning her on, but there was no disguising the fact that her body was alive with both desire and passion.
'I'm going to bust my rocks!' Raul howled with pleasure as he erupted with a violent climax, shooting his hot, sticky fuck juice into the panting girl while he rammed his fingers into her ass as deeply as possible.
Pablo zipped up his fly as he looked at the humping couple on the floor. The girl's mouth was warm and wet and he knew from the frantic fucking of Raul that her pussy was hot and tight. It was a shame that they didn't have enough time to fuck her some more before they transferred her to the Procuraduria. She was so nice and young that it seemed a shame to send her to such a brutal place.
Raul slowly pushed himself from the girl's burning twat and stood looming over her. He pushed his cock into his pants and zipped up his fly.
'This little bitch must sign the confession!' he bellowed in his most menacing voice as he reached down and pulled the still panting girl to her feet. She was naked and helpless against the men.
'What do you want of me?' Vivian finally sobbed. All this talk about smuggling and a confession was spinning in her head just like everything else. The tequila and the rape had left her drained, both mentally and physically. She found the humiliation of her enjoyment of the perverse sex acts more confusing than anything else.
'I want you to sign this confession!' Raul said as she accepted the large manila envelope Pablo picked up off the floor.
'B-But…' Vivian stuttered. She had done nothing wrong and was at a loss as to why she was being treated the way she was. After all, she was the daughter of a United States Senator and a good Christian; she was drunk and deep in turmoil.
Raul backhanded the girl, knocking her to the floor before she could say anything. He was determined that she be submissive to his every command.
'Pablo,' he said, turning to the older man, 'get the tequila.'
Pablo did as he was told and fetched the bottle from the desk where Raul had set it earlier. He was still excited by the naked girl and was hoping to fuck her again before Raul was finished.
Vivian lay stunned on the floor. The room was spinning and the fear she was experiencing was racing now to new heights. She was still uncertain as to why she was being detained, or why she had been so ruthlessly raped. The only thing she was sure of was that it was useless to resist the two men and that it would be best if she did as she was told, if for no other reason than to avoid further violence. Her father would find out what had happened and do something – that was her only hope.
Raul took the bottle of tequila from Pablo's hand as the older man moved next to him again.
'Stand up, you fucking little slut!' he commanded of the naked and startled girl.
Vivian did as she was told without a second's hesitation. She was naked and alone with two men who would do anything to get what they wanted.
Raul handed the trembling girl the battle while he clasped her long blonde hair in his free hand and gave it a vicious tug. 'I want you to drink this until I tell you to stop,' he commanded, his voice filled with rage.
Pablo watched as the girl took the bottle to her lips and drank the tequila one gulp at a time. He was amazed at the amount she consumed so quickly.
'Now, sign this!' Raul demanded, pulling the bottle away from the girl's mouth and producing the manila envelope which he opened and set on the desk.
Vivian did as she was told without reading or thinking. The fresh injection of tequila added to the fear that already had her in its grip; it was more than she could handle. She gladly accepted the pen that Raul offered and signed the blurred piece of paper set before her. She no longer cared about anything except getting away from the two men who had raped her and humiliated her beyond her wildest belief.
Pablo watched as the girl signed the confession. She had just admitted to smuggling three ounces of cocaine and would soon be taken to a Mexican prison where she would be at the total mercy of the women who were housed there. It seemed a shame to waste such good pussy on a women's prison, or so he thought.
'Pablo,' Raul said as the girl finished signing the document, 'go make arrangements for your lovely young guest to travel to the Procuraduria. I think she is going to pass out.'
CHAPTER FOUR
It took Vivian Long a while to focus on the total darkness of her new environment. Her head was spinning and her stomach seemed to be doing flips, but she was conscious once again. A thousand thoughts seemed to leap into her mind at one time while she tried to sort out the confusion of where she was and what had led to her present condition.
She groaned as her small delicate fingers caressed her throbbing temples and untangled her long blonde hair. She was lying on a cold, damp concrete floor without any clothes, trying to piece together the fragments. She was shocked at the way she felt and her naked state. With great effort she suppressed the desire to cry as the vivid memory of her brutal rape sprang into her mind. The truth caused her to cringe as she remembered the way she had responded to the pounding pricks of her two attackers.
'Pull yourself together,' she said, the sound of her own voice softening the darkness somewhat and making her feel braver. She was alone, and that was better than being with those beasts who had abused her just a short while ago. Taking to heart the fact that she had a certain amount of privacy, she proceeded to inspect her body and was relieved to find that she had no open cuts or broken bones. Her pussy and asshole hurt, but, other than that, there seemed to be no damage.
Things could be worse, she reasoned, rising to inspect the dark place of her confinement. Slowly she made her way around the room. The walls were the same rough concrete as the floor. She discovered this as she moved hand after hand along the wall, coming to a corner and moving along again in the same fashion, her bare feet keeping pace on the same cold stone until she came to yet another corner and more wall… then a sudden gap and cold steel, thick and heavy.
Nothing but concrete and steel, Vivian thought and sighed in relief. If this was a prison, then she was safe from further abuse. She would see someone soon who would be able to tell her father, and she would be freed. Things definitely looked brighter.
'All I need is to sit down and wait,' she said to herself with renewed faith. And that's what she did, pulling her knees tightly to her still swollen tits and letting her soft round ass settle against the cold stone of her cell.
Sitting naked on her cell floor, her head heavy with a hangover, her body hurting and her personal humiliation at having reached an orgasm during her rape, Vivian felt humbled. It was the first time she had ever been exposed to violence, fear, or perversion, and she felt sorry for all those who lived in it every day. For the first time she understood what it was like to be deprived of all the God-given rights a human being grows used to without realizing what they are about. Never before had she understood what it was to be held in absolute domination by another human being. She trembled at the thought of a life of total submission.
'Father will help me,' she whispered, dismissing the fear that was trying to creep back into her recently attained composure. Without thinking she let her hands move slowly, down her body, lingering on her tits and nipples, soothing the hurt from the pinching and mauling they had so recently suffered. Max's image appeared in her mind as her fingers tapered lower down from the taut nipples across her flat belly and along her soft white thighs. Max, her lover, would help her; he would do anything for her.
Vivian allowed herself to drift off in the dream state of escape, forgetting the harshness of the moment. Her fingers mingled with the soft blondeness of her twat hairs as she summoned a mental image of the man she wanted to be next to. A soft murmur escaped her lips as she imagined that her own fingers were Max's as she tenderly caressed the lips of her swollen cunt and clit.
The touch of her own fingers, and the thought of her loved one settled Vivian's nerves and gave her the calmness she needed to think about her needs. Slowly she took her fingers away from her pussy and touched them to her dry lips. The need for a drink of water had become her most pressing desire.
Her earlier exploration had shown her that there was nothing in the cell, no bed, and no water faucet; not even a crack around the door allowed a trickle of light to enter.
With an effort Vivian tried to take her mind off her need for a drink. She was getting ready to make a strong
