Rod Long: In Sexual Pursuit

"Okay, Maria, find a suitcase and get some of her things packed, and make it fast." It was Chico who spoke, and the dark-haired girl immediately made her way toward Nancy's bedroom. "Now, sweetheart,"

Chico continued, turning his attention to Nancy, "suppose you just be quiet and come along with us, or do we have to get rough?" He advanced toward her, his eyes hard, and Nancy retreated, terrified.

"I… I don't want to come with you," she cried, trying desperately to think of a way to escape.

Suddenly she reeled backward against the wall as Chico slapped her harshly across the face twice. Gripping the front of her bathrobe, he pulled her roughly to her feet again. "Sweetheart," he hissed, "you're gonna look pretty funny without your teeth, which is how you're gonna be if you don't start doing what we tell you to do."

"Okay, okay, I'll do anything you say," the trembling young wife replied, her heart thudding in her chest.

"Good. Now this here is Jose," Chico said. "I want you to do whatever he wants you to do."

The other Morro, who had let Chico handle everything so far, now rose from the couch where he had been watching silently and came over to where Nancy stood trembling. He looked her over coolly, appraisingly, and Rick's young wife felt herself grow red under his penetrating but impersonal stare. Afraid to move, she steeled herself for whatever might come next.

"You and Bernardo were right, Chico. This woman is truly beautiful.

Woman, take off your clothes," he commanded suddenly.

Weeping softly in despair, Nancy complied, shedding her bathrobe and pajamas on the floor, until she stood before him completely naked. Jose reached out and touched her pink-tipped tit with his hand. Nice, very nice, he thought, as his thick cock leapt to life within the confines of his tight Levi's. Stepping back, he took in her lush nakedness with his eyes, the gleaming milk-whiteness of her skin, the deep indentation of her navel between her ripely flaring hips, and the triangular patch of dark gold pussy hairs at the juncture of her long shapely legs.

"Get your coat and some shoes," Jose ordered Nancy.

"What… what are you going to do with me?" the reporter's young wife asked.

Chico smiled. "You're coming to the Morros headquarters," he informed her coolly, almost gently. "You will meet all of the Morros gang personally and show them how sorry you are, that you have caused so much trouble for them."

Nancy's eyes opened wide in horror at his words. She was going to be forced to let the entire gang fuck her. How could they be so cruel? But she knew that they were. "No… no," she pleaded. "I won't do it.

I'll call the police. You can't make me do it. No! Nnnnnnooooo!"

Chico shrugged. "You may not like our gang at first. But after you have got to know them better you will curse the day when you will have them no more."

Nancy went pale at his brutal words, knowing instinctively that he meant every one of them. Inwardly she cursed herself for having left herself open to this trap. She never should have tried to deal with the ruthless street-gang leader who for all of his ignorance in a civilized way of life, could outsmart most men on his own turf. Now she had no choice but to go with these horrible hoodlums and hope that somehow, some way, she would find a means of escape.

"I'll go get dressed," she whispered numbly.

"Just put on your coat and shoes," Jose instructed. "This is a – how do you say – come-as-you-are party!"

Flushed with shame, Nancy went to the closet and put on her raincoat and a pair of shoes. She pulled the belt of the coat tight around her, so that it gave at least the impression that she was dressed, although the material felt strange against her bare skin.

When at last she was ready, Chico removed her wallet and keys from her purse and Jose steered her toward the door. Nancy's heart stopped as the cruel gang member withdrew a vicious-looking switchblade knife from his pocket and snapped it open. "One false move between here and the car, chica, and you're dead!" he warned her as they started out the front door to the car.

Chico had brought another Morro along to drive, in case Nancy gave them any trouble, and so he and Jose both got into the fur-covered back seat with Nancy. Maria started to follow. "You get in the front with Esteban," he ordered her.

"Hey, Chico, when are you gonna pay me for what I did?" the petulant brunette demanded. "You told me after we got the chica."

"Yeah, yeah, later," he muttered. "Don't bother me now. I'll give it to you when we get to Salvador's house." He closed the door to the car and as soon as Maria was settled in the front seat, the big Chevy eased its way out into the street.

"Now," Chico began once the car had reached the freeway, "I think we start warming you up for the party our Morros are throwing for you.

What do you say, Jose?"

"Warm her up? Chico, let me be the first," he replied with a gleam in his eye.

"You do what I want," the soft-voiced Cuban informed Nancy.

"Okay, cunt," he said to Nancy, shoving her roughly over onto the floor. "Open up your raincoat and show us your pussy!"

Crimson with shame and embarrassment, Nancy unbuttoned her raincoat, opening the front of it so that the naked front of her body was visible to the two men sitting on the seat. Jose wanted to be able to observe every nuance of her responses as she got horny.

"Come on, get your legs up on the seat and spread 'em," Chico demanded, for Rick's young wife, after opening her coat, had only spread her legs in a squatting position, and he wanted a clearer view than that.

Her huge whitely billowing tits jiggling with the rhythm of the moving car, Nancy pulled first one long tapered leg and then the other up next to her body. Impatiently, Chico grabbed her ankles and yanked them apart so he could see the full outer length of her hair-fringed cunt slit. Jose noted with satisfaction and an ache in his balls that the entrance looked tight, almost virginal.

"Spread your pussy lips open," Chico ordered, enjoying the expression of utter humiliation on Nancy's previously reserved and superiorlooking young features almost as much as the obscene display of her blondely furred cunt.

Nancy fought down sobs of anguish as she reached between her lewdly splayed legs with trembling hands and parted the soft cushions of her soft pussy lips. She had never touched herself there before except when she was bathing, and even then only as much as she absolutely had to.

Now, to be forced to do it in the back seat of a car, before the leering eyes of two cruel hoodlums, was more degrading and horrible than anything she'd ever imagined. Even worse, she was now sitting facing toward the front of the car, and looking up, she could see that the driver of the vehicle had a perfect view of what was happening through his rear-view mirror. Perhaps even Maria did too! Oh God, oh God, help me! she moaned inwardly, while at the same time she fought down a wave of fury and hate toward the two gang members who were treating her so shamefully. She wouldn't let them break her spirit, no matter what. If that happened, she'd truly have no hope. Glancing up, she met the shrewdly penetrating gaze of Jose and for a moment her eyes met his defiantly.

"Do you like her cunt, Chico?" Jose asked, never taking his eyes from Nancy. "Do you think she'll make a good whore for the gang?" He emphasized the last word slightly, twisting it like a knife in Nancy's brain.

"Yeah, she's got a couple of good years in her. Think she knows how to suck cock?" he asked, dropping his hand to the prominent bulge of his cock and balls and massaging them lewdly.

"Why don't you teach her?" Jose suggested. "Get down on your knees in front of Chico," he ordered Nancy. "And leave your coat here."