Chapter 53
Genevieve drifted in the darkness of terror, her arms flailed slowly in
the dark waters that were drowning her. She reached out desperately
for the solid hope she felt with her searching hands. "She would
live!", her starving brain silently cried as her groping hands grasped
the firm columns above her head. Reaching up as she struggled to open
her eyes, the columns of her salvation turned to bare hairy legs topped
by muscular masculine buttocks. Her pleading eyes opened to a topsy
turvy world her throat searing as she fought for breath. The
attractive blonds bleary eyes struggled to focus on the dangling bag of
wrinkly masculine flesh that hung before her eyes.
Alfredo stood bandy-legged at the edge of the bed his hands mauling
the silicon inflated mounds of the Anglo whore. The ivory wedge
footprint of a small bikini was painted across the smooth mounds and
her crotch. The contrast of the large silicon firm breasts against
her tanned torso begged for attention. His strong fingers mauled the
fleshy mounds rising from the plane of her chest as he fucked her
unresisting mouth. She lay on her on her back head dangling from the
bed. The brown vein encrusted column of his rigid cock bored deeply
into her throat, stretching and distorting her full lips. He grunted as
her suddenly groping hands signaled that she was regaining
consciousness.
'U-h-h-h!" he groaned through gritted teeth as he ground the
root of his cock against the attractive woman's lips, the length of his
cock fully sheathed in her throat. The officer of secret police
leaned into her, pinning her head between cock and mattress edge.
His lips curled in an evil grin as he watched her body buck and
thrash, her hands grasping at the back of his thighs and buttocks as
she fought for air.
He slowly began to withdraw the thick cudgel from her ravished
throat as he sadistically pulled and twisted the long nipples that
capped the gravity defying mounds on her chest. He listened patiently
for a gasp of breath as his long rod cleared the struggling beauty's
airway, then snapped his hips to sadistically drive the staff of flesh
deeply into her still convulsing throat.
Blind panic and horror filled the attractive woman's mind as she
fought for breath. Unable to move her head, she scrabbled and grabbed
in futility at the firm hairy legs that trapped her. Her throat
convulsed as she tried to scream, her chest bucked and heaved in an
effort to expel the horrid plug of flesh that was killing her. In her
frenzy she never felt the mauling of her perfect breasts as the
Officer's strong hands raised bruises and welts across the once perfect
surfaces of her vanity's pride and joy.
The hair covered fullness of the wrinkled pouch hung over her
surgically perfect nose obscuring her sight. The few glimpses of
hairy leg went un-noticed as the attractive woman struggled to breath.
Alfredo's dark eyes watched with amusement as the tanned trim ribcage
heaved as her burning lungs gulped helplessly for air.
Tiring of the game, the brutish officer pulled his dripping cock
from the woman's scoured throat grabbing a fist of her bleached hair as
he did so. He pulled the supine woman to a sitting position and
twisted her roughly around. She whined in confusion and pain but
turned compliantly preventing her saloned hair from being pulled out
by the roots.
The Officer pushed and pulled her to a sitting position on the
bed's edge. His rampant swollen cock jutting out like a conductor's
baton, mocking her. She raised her blue eyes hesitantly from the
dripping monster and their eyes barely met before his free right hand
struck her a stinging blow first against her left cheek and again
against her right on the back swing.
"So you see fit to join me once again." he said with a malicious
grin. "You should only have eyes for this!", he said jutting his
naked hips at the woman. Genevieve's face burned as her eyes stared
at the obscene prod that danced before her face dripping with her own
saliva.
"Yes, this is your new master Senora Falwell! You will learn to
look only to him, to do his bidding for his pleasure!. This puta is
your new life. Show me that you understand and are a good whore!"
"Now suck" he said grabbing her hair and guiding her mouth to fat head
of his waving cock.
Genevieve Falwell reached forward to catch herself her hands
landing against the muscular legs of the Inspector. Her slight cry was
muffled as the fat fleshy head of his rampant cock parted her lips and
bulled it's way between her perfect pearl like teeth.
Si, puta, bueno, now suck like a good whore." the Inspector
chortled as he felt the first hint of suction around the tip of his
rigid prong.
The beautiful woman dropped her jaw to accept more of the
threatening man's thick rod. Compliantly she closed her full lips
around the thick staff feeling it's pulsing veins against her wriggling
tongue. Her smooth tanned cheeks hollowed as she sucked obediently at
the thick prong her mouth involuntarily filling with saliva. She
wanted to scream as her body behaved like an obedient dog pushing her
full firm breasts against her violators thighs. Tears welled in her
eyes as her movement brought pangs of pain from both her raw leaking
anus and stretched and abraded vagina. She felt the wetness of his
slime oozing from her stretched sphincter to grease the crack between
her buttocks. She blinked back tears as she felt the man's filth
dripping from between her splayed labia remembering what the madman
above her had done to her. Still she obediently sucked, her nostrils
flared as she caught the rancid scent of her bowels on his cock and
tasted the mingled bitterness of her own filth and secretions. Her
hand stroked the firm gristle as she pumped her mouth up and down the
length of her fleshy master. Her free hand cupped and hefted the
knotted bag of his scrotum as if weighing a pouch of gold nuggets.
"Yes, my puta, very nice!" he croaked as he neared his final
climax. "Yes-s-s-s-s, pump it!" he groaned as he pulled the saliva
slick cock from her suctioning mouth. He trembled as the brown hose
spewed thick ribbons of sperm onto her face as she continued to pump
and stroke the demanding prong.
"O-h-h-h-h, m-m-my!" she gasped forgetting where she was, as the
first hot liquid ribbon lashed across her face. Her full red lips ova
led as she sucked the air trying to capture the pearl white fluid as
it gouted across the inches that separated it's snout from her
expectant face.
Her sperm slick fingers continued to pump at the wilting rod even
as the Inspector watched. His contempt for the shallow American grew
as he watched her lap and gulp the clotting sperm that dripped down
her surgically perfect face. Her free hand gently squeezed his
churning balls as if to squeeze as much sperm from them as possible.
Her pink tongue looped around her collagen swollen lips to capture the
thick elastic ribbons and suck them in to her hungry mouth.
The dark Inspector stepped back from the kneeling woman, her sperm
wet face turn up hopefully. Genevieve in her naivet‚ thought that if
she satisfied him her ordeal might be over. Her hopes were quickly
ground into the Bolivian dirt as he pushed open the door with the
words, "Entre y £sela!"
Her heart sank as she saw the two burly men step past the
Inspector and enter the small room.
"Puta, you will please my men, and they will use you well. If you
now only play the whore, you will soon be one, I assure you.
"Entrene su pozo y la exposici¢n ella no misericordia." he said
to the men. The beautiful American looked to him in desperate
confusion as the men began to peel their cloths from their hard brown
bodies, their hungry eyes never leaving her sperm streaked nakedness.
"I told them to train you well and show you no mercy." he said as
he closed the door on her moaning wail.
The small bar got progressively smokier as nervousness brought on by
the sexual ballet caused patrons and girls alike to light cigarettes.
The humid air was thick with the peculiar pungency of tobacco and
stale beer that permeates small bars the world over.
Beads of sweat formed on Fat Beards thick forehead as he spoke in
mixture of broken english and spanish. He wiped his sweating palms on
his khaki pants and motioned the two girls to a nearby table. His eyes
never left the slight black-haired girl as he licked his lips in
nervous anticipation. He looked like a glutton surveying his next meal
as his eyes peeled the diaphanous gown from the small latina's round
shoulders. He felt his thick cock twitch and throb beneath his large
overhanging belly where it nestled between his fat thighs.
He had heard had heard all the fat boy jokes his whole life. He laughed
when he thought of the trip down here. A woman had said he looked like
Wayne Knight, the guy who played the fat villainous programmer from
Jurassic Park and buffoonish cop on Third Rock. Some compliment. The
only thing he despised more than himself were the people who reminded
him of his own repulsiveness. He shifted his immense sweating girth in
the small chair and eyed the slight girl attempting to push the
thoughts from his mind. The rejection of his youth still caused him
pangs of hurt and anger. He grabbed his glass of beer in a pudgy hand
and took a long pull. He smacked his lips loudly, beer dribbling into
his beard from the corners of his mouth. His dripping lips turned up
in a grin as the two girls giggled.
Yes, the little Latina was a good choice. Pretty, and above all
innocent. Yes, she reminded him of the dark haired cheerleader he
adored from afar in high school. The flood of memories rose and he
took another drink to push them down. The long nights wiping the
guilty spunk from his hand after making love to her in his lonely mind.
In his fantasies he was the lean athletic quarterback, their sweat
glistening bodies entwined in the back of a sports car. The reality
was a lone obese teen, his sweating face a field of pimples, his
flaccid bulk lying in a rumpled bed. He emptied the glass and refilled
it from the liter bottle of beer on the table. His agitated mind
shoved the memories away, he showed them he thought.
It was apparent to him, her not so pretty friend was the leader.
Typical, the ugly betty befriends the rose to attract more bees. It
appeared the older of the two the plain Jane was the experienced of the
two. He smiled. His eyes continued to peel the thin fabric from the
young Latina. He could see the dark nipples capping her the swaying
mounds of her young breasts. The fabric clung to them like a second
skin. Through the thin veil he could make out the flat belly and trim
thighs, the dark triangle nestling between them. Impulsively he
reached out with a thick arm and pulled the girl to him, his fat arm
circling her thin waist. He ran his free hand beneath the gown and up
between her thighs. He watched as her eyes shot to the face of her
friend as he felt there svelte form stiffen in his grasp. The older
girl nodded and a frightened smile appeared on the young latina's lips
and a forced giggle escaped her lips. In the dim light he noticed the
glassy sheen of the Latina's eyes, coke, ganja? He mentally shrugged,
who cares? Whatever it took for them to build up the courage to tear
down the moral bulwark of years of religious teachings and play the
slut to a yanquee, or anyone else with the price of entry.
He grunted with satisfaction at the resistance his thick index finger
felt as it wormed its' way between her thin tight labia. A grin
appeared in the dark foam flecked forest of his beard at the feel of
the greasy slick welcome for his finger. He nuzzled the girl's smooth
neck filling his nostrils with the fresh smell of the young teen. The
stick of gristle in his pants throbbed in appreciation as he heard the
girl moan and shiver as his finger twisted and wiggled inside her.
Satisfied he slid his finger free and held it up for inspection. The
young girl's doe eyes watched with embarrassment as he slid thumb and
forefinger back and forth on the thick coating of her secretions. He
took an exaggerated whiff of the fragrant must and offered it to the
girl's pert nose. She giggled nervously and pulled away but not
before catching a hint of her own musk. Her face colored but not as
much as when she watched him shrug and pop the dripping fingers into
his mouth and licked them clean!
The older girl knew what he was about and within minutes had negotiated
a price. He hoisted himself from the chair and followed the two toward
the back hallway.
He turned momentarily and motioned to his friends, who hoisted a glass
to his success.
