Janet Roland - The whore makers

Again Vivian did as she was told without any real thought about the circumstances she found herself involved in. She was too used to the security of her father's power to worry about being afoul of the law anywhere. She crossed the room and took the seat on the visitor's side of the desk and began to look about. There were no pictures on the walls, and no rugs on the floor. The only furnishings were the desk and two chairs.

The only thing Vivian was certain about was that she was very horny. All she really wanted to feel was Max's cock slamming deep into her wet warm cunt. She squirmed in the seat as her panties rubbed against the tender lips of her pussy, sending a shiver of desire sweeping across her body. Oh! Please hurry, she found herself wishing as the seconds ticked by.

Pedro shifted his weight and looked into Raul's eyes as they stood outside the office. It was obvious that there was something on his mind that was not strictly official business and he was quick to make his point.

"That girl is so young and lovely it would be a shame to send her to those swine at the Procuraduria so soon," he said, rubbing his hands together in a slightly nervous fashion.

"And just what do you have in mind?" Raul asked his chunky associate, knowing just how depraved the man could be; he had been told things at the cantina. Normally he would have ignored Pedro's reference to the Procuraduria and taken the girl for interrogation, but she was very lovely and he was eager to hear what the older man had to suggest.

"You know as well as I what is going to happen once she is passed into the hands of those bastards. They will rape her until her cunt is big enough for a donkey." Pedro was hoping he could get to fuck the girl before she was spirited away from the airport.

"That is none of your affair. Whatever the Federal Judicial Police do is official government business." Raul wanted to extract a debt of gratitude from the older man. He knew what he was going to suggest and felt the need for a fuck himself.

"Raul, I want to help you. I could have one of the men type up a confession for smuggling three ounces of cocaine and we could convince her to sign it. Just think how much more fun the boys down at the Procuraduria could have if the work were done for them. It would make you very popular with them and me." Pedro had just committed himself to doing Raul a favor, but he didn't care. All this talk had made him horny to sink his prick into the gringo's warm soft pussy.

"Okay, Pedro. Have one of your men type up a confession and well see what we can do with the little honey," Raul said with a smile. He was very happy with himself; in just one day he had made a lot of money, arrested a gringo girl with a very important father, made Pedro owe him a debt of gratitude, and now was going to get laid by the same lovely girl he had just arrested.

"I'll be back with the confession as quickly as my old legs will let me travel," the older man promised as he started down the hall towards the door by which the three had entered. "Save some for me!" he shouted over his shoulder as he hurried off.

Raul just smiled and opened the door to where the girl was waiting. He avoided looking at her as he entered the room and sat down behind the desk. He knew the girl was from a very wealthy family and that she wasn't used to any kind of abuse or mistreatment.

I wonder how long it will take to get her to sign the confession? he thought as he lit up a cigarette and casually rested his feet on top of the desk. For the first time he looked at her face and saw just how sensuous the girl really was and found himself hoping she would struggle hard. He liked women with spirit.

Vivian felt herself cringe under the gaze of the evil-looking Mexican. His large brown eyes pierced to the very depths of her soul. All sorts of questions rushed through her mind as she watched her guard blow smoke rings and leer. Her pussy was still hot. She wanted to be with Max.

Raul was the first to break the silence. He stood and stretched to his full height, flexing his muscles as he spoke in an extremely gruff tone.

"Do you know why you're here, little girl?"

"No." Vivian's voice was on the verge of quaking. For the first time since she had entered the room she felt threatened. This man was as big as her own Max and not very friendly and the way he had called her a "little girl" was very strange in itself.

Raul felt a surge of power as he paced the floor in front of the girl, inhaling deeply on his cigarette. The tone of her voice was enough to insure that he was in total command of the situation. She was helplessly lost in her new surroundings. Vivian Long would do whatever he desired by the time he was ready to transfer her to the Procuraduria. Of this he was certain.

"You're being held for investigation by the Federal Judicial Police. The charge is smuggling three ounces of cocaine!" Raul stopped directly in front of his prey, his voice expressing total authority and the ever-increasing power he felt surging over him.

Vivian was shocked at the accusation. She had never used drugs or been connected with anyone who had. She was certain there was some mistake, and that her father would be able to set things straight immediately.

"Sir," she began, her voice surer now than before she had known what the problem was, "I've never used drugs of any sort or tried to smuggle anything. My father is a United States Senator, and if you'll call him, he'll help you straighten things out."

Raul only laughed and reached out, touching her long straight blonde hair, feeling the strands between his fingers.

"I'm a proper young lady!" she said, her voice stronger than it had ever been. This strange man's actions were so quick that she hadn't had time to be scared. Instinctively she pushed his hand away and stood.

Raul stopped laughing and backhanded the girl, knocking her off her feet. He looked at the soft whiteness of her thighs as she lay, puzzled over the abrupt violence. He could see the clean whiteness of her panties; her miniskirt had risen high up her legs. He flicked his cigarette on the floor and crushed it menacingly under his foot.

Vivian was dazed by the blow. No one had ever struck her in her entire life, not even her father! She was afraid to move as she watched this man, whose name she didn't even know, move forward and tower over her.

Raul reached down and jerked Vivian up by the hair until she was on her knees in front of him and smacked her again across the mouth. He was surprised at the enjoyment he was deriving from making her cower with fear.

Vivian's head jerked from the blow, but was restrained by quick tugging of her hair. She had never experienced anything like this before, and could only react with fear and tears. The room was spinning and she was completely confused.

"You are in the custody of the Federal Judicial Police and will do what is commanded of you. You are a smuggler and a whore and your father can do nothing to help you," Raul said as he reached down and touched the helpless girl's tits, pushing hard against her jugs with one massive hand, still keeping her hair firmly grasped with the other. He was sexually excited by the sheer dominance he held over the girl.

"Please… you're hurting me!" Vivian sobbed. Her head was still spinning and the new advances of her tormentor added tremendously to her fear. She was trembling, scared to resist any further because of his overwhelming strength.

Raul felt Vivian's nipples growing hard under his grinding caress. Her body was responding against its will.

"You little tramp," he hissed at her and spat in her face. "You're going to sign a confession of your crime and do whatever I tell you!"

Vivian found the spray of spit and the continued pawing of her tits completely humiliating. She was sure that this man was insane and that for her own safety it was best to do everything he said. All she could do was nod her head in consent and hope she would meet some official who was in complete command of his faculties.