Doris smiled through tight lips. She wasn't going anywhere. She was staying on for the end of the fucking, hoping far her orgasm, which she knew was on its way. Her pussy rippled with pleasure, boiling and flaming with passionate sexual fire. Hot curds of cunt-juice formed at the opening to her cunt, foaming and steaming around the base of the man's thick prick.
'Yesssssss! Ohhhhhhh, I'm gonna come, too!' she moaned enthusiastically, savoring the wonderful sensations that poured through her loins. It wouldn't take long now! She would soon climax!
The Senator reared back and cocked his hips. Then, he took a deep breath and plunged his prick deep into her cunt-balls deep! His prick hammered into her cunt with the force of a fist, beating its way along her constricted cunt-walls. When he was at the end of his powerful, long cock thrust, Senator Hamilton stiffened, held his hips in place, and came. His load of jism spurted through his piss-slit and shot into her rippling pussy, washing through her cunt-walls and bathing her clit in sticky, gooey cum.
'Aaaaaggggghhhhh! Ohhhhh, yeah! I love it! Aaaaaggggghhhhh!' the man shrieked.
A split-second later, Doris came. 'Aaaiiieee!' she cried as her orgasm racked through her. The thrilling sensation started in her throbbing clit, rushed through her deep pussy and delivered the fabulous sexual message to her brain. She jerked her lower torso forward just as he was coming down on her with all of his weight. His prick impaled her pussy, which clenched automatically around his bloated, hard cock-shaft. 'Aaaaaiiiieeee!' she wailed again, feeling a second powerful orgasm rack her body, spilling helter skelter through her cunt as she writhed about in ecstasy, savoring the thrilling moment of erotic bliss and fulfilled sexual desire. Her cunt was satisfied, the wonderful climax extinguishing the fire that had engulfed her tight, well-fucked pussy.
She lay back and reined in calm repose, oblivious to the butt-plug which dug deep into her tortured asshole. Her mind was at ease for the first time in two days!
'Ummmmmmm, that was delicious, Doris,' Senator Hamilton said, rolling off of the girl's naked body. He stretched out on the floor beside her, breathing heavily, completely satisfied with the fucking. His handsome face was flushed a bright red, glowing with a healthy sheen. 'Yeah, shit! I sure hope Samuel and Suzanne decide to keep you around this place. You made my vacation trip worthwhile. I'll look forward to fucking you everytime I come to Mexico.'
'How often is that?' Doris inquired, trying to open up a warm conversation. She wanted to have Senator Hamilton on her side. At this point, she would nurture any possible ally. She needed friends badly. Besides, Senator Hamilton seemed to appreciate her, if only sexually.
'Oh, I usually come down here to relax every month. I always enjoy myself. As a Senator, I'm under a lot of pressure in Washington. And,' he added, scowling, 'the fucking press keeps a close watch on what I do. I can't take a fucking shit without some reporter standing outside the bathroom. Sons of bitches really piss me off.' He shook his head disdainfully.
Doris knew that this was the right time to pump the Senator for information. Her face brightened perceptively as she continued the conversation, speaking in animated tones. 'That must, be terrible, Senator Hamilton,' she said.
'Yeah, it is terrible. It's like I'm always under surveillance. I hate it. But,' he said, smiling, 'I always enjoy my trips down here. The problem is, Samuel is in charge here, and he seldom keeps a new girl for very long.'
Now, Doris was really interested. 'What happens to them?' she asked, innocently.
'I'm not really sure,' Senator Hamilton answered. 'Congressman Barth and his nephew Samuel both have told me not to worry about it. They claim that I would be better off not knowing what happens to girls like yourself who are brought down here. I've heard a few little tidbits, but I can't put it all together. Actually, I think they're right. I am better off not knowing. I do wonder, though.' The lawmaker looked perplexed. He was obviously thinking long and hard about the few clues that he had stored away in his brain. 'I guess,' he continued, 'I just never really cared too much before. But, now that you're involved, maybe I ought to take a greater interest. You're a swell kid. How old are you, anyway?'
'I'm still a teenager.'
'Damn! You are young!' he exclaimed. 'Christ, I really do want them to keep you around. I love young girls!'
Doris was flabbergasted that the man felt no remorse at fucking her and sticking the ass-plug up her asshole so cruelly. But, no matter. She wanted to know what Samuel was up to, and where all of the girls had disappeared. She was really frightened, not knowing what might happen to her. 'Well,' she said, 'maybe we can piece together the information that you know.'
Senator Hamilton's eyes brightened as he dredged his brain for information, recalling the clues that he remembered only vaguely. 'Well, I remember them talking about fuck shows. And some nightclub called Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. But, that's all I can remember for now.'
'Geez, that's not much help, is it?' Doris added. She tried to comprehend the clues, to piece them together and figure out the puzzle. Sex shows and Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. What did it all mean?
CHAPTER TEN
Congressman Barth arrived at the Mexican mansion and Senator Hamilton rushed up to greet his fellow lawmaker. He winked at Doris and said that he would try to figure out what the clues meant. He reassured Doris that, if it were in his power, he wouldn't let anything happen to the girl. Then, he left, shutting the door after him.
Doris mulled the clues over in her befuddled brain, but could make no sense of them. She was totally exhausted. After the Senator had left, she pulled the butt-plug out of her asshole and rubbed her palm trough her raw and chafed ass-crack. Her asshole was burning with pain. But, more than anything else, she needed to rest. She planned to escape at the next possible opportunity. Whatever sex shows were in Mexico, Doris wanted no part of them. And, she didn't like the sound of Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. She only wanted to flee this country and make her way back to New York, to rejoin her kind and loving Uncle Melvin. She promised herself that, never again would she disobey her uncle's instructions. She would never walk through Central Park when it was getting dark. If indeed she ever managed to get back to New York! Things looked bleak for the captive young girl. She dozed off thinking about these things, and slept soundly.
Only semi-conscious, Doris heard the door opening. She wasn't certain if it were not part of her dream. Then, she felt a pair of cold, steel handcuffs being clamped down on her slender wrists. 'Wh-what's going on?' she asked.
'It's playtime, bitch!' came the familiar baritone voice of the wicked Congressman Barth.
'Yeah, we're gonna have a little fun with you,' Samuel chimed in as he strolled to the corner of the room and picked out a long, nasty-looking horsewhip. He fondled the lengthy leather whip in his palm and looked at the handcuffed young blonde threateningly. 'This ought to warm your ass up real good, and get your ripe asshole ready for my Uncle Barth's prick.'
'Where is Senator Hamilton?' she asked nervously. Had the Senator deserted her? she wondered. He had promised that he would not let anything awful happen to her. Where in the hell was he now, when she needed him?
'Oh, yeah! The Senator said that he was very pleased with your performance,' Congressman Barth said coldly. 'He doesn't want us to sell you to the Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. We promised him that we wouldn't do such a nasty thing.' The wicked Congressman Barth dropped his trousers and moved forward, grasping Doris about the neck and pulling her head forward. He pushed her blonde hair away and rubbed his soft prick into her face.
'Still Senator Hamilton doesn't know anything about Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe, or sex shows,' Samuel added. He raised the horsewhip and let Doris have it across her asscheeks.
'Owwwwwww!' she shrieked. She wanted to shield her asscheeks with her hands, but it was impossible. She was handcuffed! Finally, she could no longer stand the suspense of not knowing what they were talking about. She had to ask the evil men. 'What is a sex show?' she screamed, her shout filling the dungeon-like basement.
'What the hell, why not tell her?' Samuel said, cracking the whip down on her ass again. The whip cut through the air and slashed across her ass, the tip of the leather horsewhip cutting into her tortured asshole. 'If
