resolution to resist any further assaults on her body when a two-hundred-watt bulb flooded the cell with light.
Vivian covered her eyes instantly, blinded by the intensity and aware that the large steel gate was opening. But she couldn't see how many were entering the small cell. She was shocked when she was able to squint and see the silhouettes of four men. Instinctively she drew herself together to cover as much of her body as she could.
The coarse laughing of the men filled the cell.
'Could I have some water… please?' she asked, bravely trying to take some sort of initiative. Slowly her focus returned and she looked into the eyes of each man as they stood over her; she was still seated against the wall, ass on the floor.
'Get the wench some water,' one of the men said.
The strong, husky voice belonged to Tony Coin, a man mad with the passion of revenge. He hadn't seen his wife in two years, and it was Vivian's father who was to blame.
At least these men aren't insane! Vivian thought as she watched one of the men scurry from the cell. Her eyes focused on the obvious leader of the group, surprised that he wasn't a Mexican. His strong rugged image and skin texture indicated he was American.
'Are you from the Consulate?' Vivian asked, a surge of hope and expectation swelling in her.
The three men laughed. Not the soft laugh of friends, but the insidious laugh of wolves moving in for the kill.
It was halfway through the barbarous interruption that Vivian's gaze fell upon the electric cattle prod in the American's hand. She covered up as tightly as possible, a chill fear of the unknown sweeping over her. She had seen the cattle prods used in El Paso at the rodeos. Vivian knew that one could make a three-thousand-pound bull obey a rodeo clown after it had tried to buck its rider to death. The memory of her rape flashed before her.
The three men were still laughing when the fourth returned with a large tin can gilled with water.
'What have I missed? Has our lovely little friend from Washington offered to give everyone some head?' he asked, making the other men add more gusto to their already frightening display of humor.
'Well, amigos, I'm sure our little Miss Vivian will do whatever we desire,' Tony bellowed to the other three men; each was dressed in the uniform of an officer of high rank in the Federal Judicial Police.
Slowly, the initial shock of the light and the quick entrance of the men gave way to the terror of reality. Vivian trembled at the words she had just heard. There were four men in a cell with her, one of whom had a cattle prod and all of whom seemed ready to rape her for the second time in less than a day.
'Oh, my God!' she screamed, forgetting her thirst even as it gnawed away at her throat. 'Are all the men in Mexico sexist and fascist?'
'The men of Mexico are men of passion and action,' Tony replied, moving ominously close to the cowering girl, holding the prod over her. 'Your father has put my wife in prison for ten years far a crime she never committed,' he continued, lowering the prod closer to Vivian's soft tender thighs as the other men formed a semicircle around her.
Vivian suddenly remembered the case her father had used as the base for his Senate campaign. Maria Coin, the daughter of Juan Maximillian, was the wife of the man with the cattle prod. For the first time since she had been detained, Vivian understood the real danger she was facing.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of her belly, she realized she was helpless, and that to resist would only lead to further hurt and humiliation.
The three Mexican officers were all in their early thirties, and in good physical shape. It was obvious that their interest in Vivian was more than platonic as they closed the circle tighter around her.
'Your father used my wife to promote his own career. He used the woman I love, the mother of my son, as a pimp would use a whore.' Tony was shaking with rage as the thought of his wife and family drained the last bit of compassion from him. 'Your father's sins will be your fate!' he shrieked as he finally touched the prod to the girl's soft white thigh.
'Ohhhhhh! Eeeeeeah!' Vivian screamed as the jolt of electricity traveled through her body. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out.
'I want you to know that if you resist us one bit, whore, I'll shove this prod up your cunt and leave it on until your pussy is roasted!' Tony growled at the girl as soon as she was able to understand.
'When does the fucking begin?' the strongest looking of the three Mexicans asked.
Vivian's mind was on the brink of snapping; the prospect of another rape by four men instead of two was terrifying. At least the first time she had been able to put up a semblance of a struggle, but now her humiliation was total; she had to submit willingly because of the cattle prod. The added information that her father had used an innocent woman did nothing for her morale. In fact, it made it even harder to resist the four men because now what was happening to her made a certain amount of sense. She understood the passion of love in her own relationship with Max, and knew that this passion was driving her tormentors.
'I want to fuck her first!' Tony said.
All the other men nodded with approval and watched as Tony began to undress.
'Can I please have some water?' Vivian asked bravely, fighting back the tears that wanted to burst out from the pain that lingered from the prod.
'Give the whore some water,' Tony said as he slipped out of his pants, revealing his erect cock.
The Mexican who went for the water brought the tin can to the girl and allowed her to drink freely.
The taste of the water gave Vivian renewed strength; it was the first she had had to drink since the tequila was poured down her throat. Her eyes met those of the man holding the can for her, and the fire in them told her she was in for some hard and torrid fucking.
I hope I don't come again, she thought, covering her tits once more as the memory of her earlier humiliation came flashing back. It was hard for her to keep any continuity to her thoughts; everything passed in front of her like a surrealistic movie. Just knowing that in a few seconds she would have to perform like a captive slave from a Roman conquest sent shivers sweeping across her smooth white skin. Her whole life had been one of ease and niceties with nothing to prepare her for the ordeal of the moment.
'Okay, I'm ready,' Tony said as he stood totally naked. With those words the four men converged on the girl.
Vivian stiffened with fear and instinctively fought back. She was instantly belted in the mouth by the Mexican who had given her the water. Her head thudded so hard against the concrete wall that she thought she was going to faint.
Tony roughly grasped the girl's tits, a look of vengeance sweeping over him as his hands and those of the other men pinched and groped away at the girl.
The three other men backed away slightly as Tony pinned the girl's arms down and forced his way between her lovely legs. One of the Mexicans unzipped his fly, letting a large, limp cock fall into new.
'Oh, please,' Vivian moaned, pulling her arms free and wrapping them around her tits in an effort to keep Tony from hurting them. She knew it was useless to resist but her inner being refused to be degraded without a struggle even if it meant being ruined by a cattle prod.
One of the Mexicans took out a joint, lighted it up, and passed it around. While they sucked, the three men laughed as Tony struggled with the girl.
'Do you need a little help?' one of the men joked.
'Yes… Come hold this squirming bitch while I shove my cock into her hot tight box.' Tony was surprised at the strength the girl showed and the spirit with which she struggled.
Instantly, all the Mexicans closed tightly around the wiggling couple and began to squeeze and fondle the girl's body. Four and five hands at a time began pinching her tits, holding her arms and spreading her legs. All because her father had sent an innocent woman to prison.
Oh, God, what's the use? Vivian thought as the men began to maul her body. The will to resist left as quickly as she had discovered it.
The Mexican who had taken his cock out of his pants began to rub it over Vivian's face as she lay on the cold concrete floor with her cunt exposed to Tony's rigid, thrusting cock. Her legs were pulled open wider, and she groaned as Tony shoved two fingers into her pussy while he kept his weight on top of her. She responded against her will; warm juices began to flow from her twat.
Why does my body do this to me? she thought, disgusted with herself as his hard, healthy cock filled her
