Janet Roland - The whore makers

"If you spill a drop, you'll pay dearly for it," he warned as he tilted the bottle to her lips and poured the liquid slowly down her throat.

Vivian coughed and gagged, but the liquid continued to pour. She was helpless to do anything but drink the burning fluid that came out of the bottle. She was afraid not to. Her mouth and throat were on fire, and her stomach threatened to push the liquid back up if the steady stream didn't stop. She had been tricked; the bottle was filled with cheap Mexican tequila. Tears welled up in her eyes as she swallowed.

Raul continued to laugh as he took the bottle away from her mouth. He had managed to pour about a half-pint down the helpless girl's throat while she coughed and gagged. Soon she would be drunk enough to sign anything.

Vivian sighed with relief as the door to the office opened and the shorter, stouter man came into the room. She was certain he would help her; had he not been kind out in the customs area? He would make this madman stop hurting her.

Pablo quickly realized what had happened. The open bottle of tequila in Raul's hand combined with the fact that Vivian was still on her knees and that her hair was ruffled left little to the imagination. His intuition told him that Raul had already fucked the girl in the mouth.

"I have the confession," he said, displaying the large manila envelope while he moved closer to the girl. His kindly smile turned to a lecherous grin as his desires for the lovely gringo girl began to build. She had been on his mind the whole time he was out of the office.

"Oh, please help me!" Vivian cried, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She was still on her knees and more scared than ever. It was obvious that her would-be hero was as evil as the madman who had just made her suck him off. She cringed as her eyes caught sight of his swollen crotch.

"You need more than help," Raul laughed as he moved next to the girl. "You need a miracle," he finished, his hands again pressing against Vivian's firm young tits, making the nipples respond against her will.

"Please stop!" Vivian screamed, fighting the hands that roughly grasped her tender jugs. All she wanted was to see her lover, Max. Why was all this happening to her?

Raul again smacked the struggling girl across the face, stunning her into submission.

"She is one hot little mamma," Pablo moaned as he joined Raul next to the girl, dropping the manila envelope on the floor, freeing his hands. He wanted to touch the girl and ram his cock into her mouth, but still had to wait for Raul to invite him to take the pleasures that were setting him on fire.

Vivian trembled with fear, the combination of abuse and alcohol totally new to her. The reality of her dilemma was almost too much to comprehend. All of her life she had been pampered and given the best that the world had to offer; the sudden change in the circumstance of her existence was more than frightening – it was exciting. Much to her horror, Vivian found that the tequila, the lack of sex for over a year, and the humiliation at the hands of a perfect stranger were all combining to arouse her.

"Do you want to have your cock sucked?" Raul asked Pablo as he ripped Vivian's dress from her chest, revealing her tender upturned tits to view.

"I want to shove my cock as deep as it will go down her lovely throat," Pablo chimed, reaching out and caressing the exposed tits, making the nipples taut. His cock was straining against his pants, showing just how excited he was.

"Oh, please stop!" Vivian cried, clutching at her boobs, trying to ward off the probing hands of both men. She wanted desperately to hide the effect on her of their assault.

"Did you hear that, Pablo? She said to please stop!" Raul laughed.

Vivian opened her mouth and breathed as deeply as she could and then screamed. Both men laughed and continued with their assault, leaving the girl totally aware of her helpless state. Hands mauled her body, and she heard her dress rip again. She was determined to struggle. She screamed and kicked, trying to fight both men and the tequila as well. She was forced onto her back while her dress was completely ripped from her. She fought back, but to little effect; her clean white panties were wrenched to shreds, leaving her totally naked. Four hands at a time were roving up and down her body, touching, pinching, mauling, and defiling.

Vivian suddenly grew too weak to struggle. Her mind raced back to the tender love she had had with Max. It had been so different than this!

Pablo pried her legs open and rammed two of his short stubby fingers into her cunt. He was so hot that he had begun to drool. It had been a long time since he had been next to a girl so young and lovely. A drop of pre-cum pushed to the tip of his swollen prick.

Raul found himself becoming excited again. The sight of Vivian's naked body set him on fire. He wanted to shove his hard cock into her soft, satiny cunt. He watched as Pablo's fingers worked in and out of her lovely pussy, making the girl suck in her breath and squirm wantonly.

"Jesus, is she tight!" Pablo groaned. "My fingers can hardly fit into her hot little snatch."

"Well, don't stretch it too far, I'd like to fuck something tight myself," Raul moaned as he continued to abuse the girl's tender tits.

Vivian sobbed, unable to do anything else about the assault her body was undergoing. Foul-tasting lips crushed against her own and made her want to puke. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see whose tongue was forcing its way into her mouth. She was suddenly thankful for the tequila Raul had forced down her throat. She was becoming drunk enough to lessen the humiliation of her rape.

"You fuck her in the mouth while I get some of this hot pussy," Raul said to Pablo as he unzipped his fly, exposing his hard prick.

"Okay," Pablo sighed, pulling his fingers from the girl's trembling cunt with a plop.

The two men positioned themselves over the naked girl. Raul was between her legs and Pablo over her face. They were both burning with lust.

"Open that pussy, baby, here comes a hot hard prick," Raul grunted as he pushed against the yielding flesh of Vivian's lovely cunt.

"Oh, God help me!" Vivian screamed as the invading cock pushed into her box. Her cuntlips opened to the reaming cock that spread open her hole. For a moment she was sure it was Max, and responded by clutching at the body that pressed against her soft flesh. Just as quickly she tried to push the body off. She was totally confused by her drunken state.

Pablo knelt over the girl's face and unzipped his fly, letting his bulbous cock jump out. He used his hands to rub the tool over her lips and cheeks. The softness of her skin added to the desire that was already burning in his groin. He wanted to push his cock into her warm wet mouth and shoot his load down her throat.

The feeling of the hard cock pushing to the depths of her pussy made Vivian buck up to meet the invader. Her pussy was slick and smooth and took the entire length of the cock without pain. She shuddered as the pounding prick pushed up against her swelling clit. A sob of despair escaped her lips as she tried to remember she was being raped. The arousal she was feeling did more to humiliate her than anything the men could do.

Raul's hands swept under her ass while Pablo ran his dripping cock over her lips, stabbing it into her face while he jacked it.

"Please, dear God…" Vivian groaned as her body trembled on the verge of a climax. She wanted to deny the response her body was about to experience.

Pablo used his hands to pry open the girl's jaws and inserted his prick between her lips. The warmth of her mouth almost made him come immediately. He strained, trembling to keep his orgasm from coming so quickly. He wanted to linger on in her mouth for a while and enjoy the blow job for as long as possible.