Janet Roland - The whore makers

Raul's clutching hands pulled apart the cheeks of the girl's ass and plunged a long hard finger into her puckering asshole, making her wiggle and squirm under him.

Oh, my God! Why am I on fire? Vivian asked herself as her pussy pushed up to meet the pounding prick that filled her while her asshole clutched at the piercing finger and she sucked at the cock in her mouth.

"She likes it, Pablo!" Raul groaned, feeling the girl respond to his expert fucking. Her pussy was gripping his cock, manipulating it with a mind of its own, sending shivering sensations sweeping across his body. He continued to push his finger in and out of her asshole in tempo with his rapidly pounding cock, adding to his pleasure.

"She's a regular slut!" Pablo bellowed in response, his hard cock pushing against the back of the girl's throat, amazed at the way it opened to him.

Vivian was shocked at the responses of her body. It was trembling on the verge of an orgasm; her pussy was clutching madly at the stiff cock, while her throat opened willingly to another prick as she could suck the entire length into her mouth. She was drunk with tequila and mad with lust, all the time hating the way her clit throbbed, and shuddering as her pussy began to spasm with a climax.

"Oh! AHHH!" she screamed as the pleasure of an orgasm coupled with the pain and shock and alcohol. The utter truth that she was capable of experiencing a climax under such conditions left her with a sick feeling.

Raul knew the girl was coming and continued to wriggle his finger around in her tight asshole while his prick ran in and out of her slick hot cunt. He used his free finger to stroke her hard clit and sent her reeling into the bliss of a multiple climax.

Vivian began to pant heavily, sucking the cock in her mouth as deeply as she could. The image of Max flashed into her mind, and, for a moment, she thought it was his prick that left the salty taste and odor in her mouth and nostrils. She was beside herself; there was nothing she could do about the responses of her body.

"I'm coming!" Pablo shrieked as his bulbous cockhead slammed against the back of the willing throat that received the river of sperm that pushed from his balls while the rest of his shaft was caressed tenderly by the girl's mouth and tongue.

Vivian willingly accepted the hot jism as it poured into her throat and instantly compared the taste with the first she had sampled just a short time ago.

Raul continued to push and pound with his cock in the girl's tender hot hole. He could feel his own climax build and brutally shoved a second finger into her tight asshole, making her squirm with renewed passion and adding to the friction his cock was feeling.

Pablo pulled his cock from the sucking girl's mouth with puckering noises. He wiped the head across her face and squeezed a few more drops of cum from his drained cock. He wiped them over her entire face and laughed.

Vivian shuddered with disgust at her reaction to what was happening to her. She didn't understand why the 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."

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.