Chapter 4
She awakened she knew not when, a strange sensation surfacing in the pit of her stomach as she threw off the cobwebs of drowsiness which inevitably accompany awakening after a long sleep.
At first Cathy was convinced that she had been victimized by some kind of peculiar nightmare. It had all seemed so very strange, in some ways stranger than anything she had ever encountered, as her train of memory quickly unfolded the weird stream of events. She recalled getting up from the beach and walking with calmness and an inner serenity that she had not experienced in quite some time, feeling oblivious to the trials and tribulations of the world and the mortality of mankind in general, herself included.
Then she recalled how, all of a sudden, the images of two strange men, men whom she could barely make out in the darkness of evening, had suddenly loomed into view. All she could really distinguish was that one of them was taller and rangier than the other, while the second man, who grabbed her quickly from behind, and who she could barely see at all, appeared to be shorter and stockier than his compatriot, and very strong.
It had to be a dream, but yet somehow it had seemed all too real for that. As she blinked her eyes open and began focusing her eyes around the room in which she had awakened, however, she felt a tense fear totally overtake her with the sudden impactful recognition that she had indeed encountered no dream. No, it had all been too truly real for that, especially when the handkerchief, and she could remember the event clearly now, had been shoved against her nose, and then she had become weak in the knees and dizzy. Finally, and she recalled this with total vividness, her entire body had become increasingly weaker as she felt herself drifting off into some kind of hinterland until, ultimately, she felt nothing at all.
Now this! Awakening in a strange room.
Yes, it had to be a strange room, since it was much larger than her hotel room. As her eyes traveled across the length and breadth of the large room she observed many differences. There was a large window and balcony which overlooked the glittering blue waters of Acapulco Bay which was a part of her hotel room, but this much larger room had no windows at all. Her hotel room had colorful throw rugs distributed throughout the floor, while all that was visible here was plain white tile. Her room had had no television set. This room had one, along with a well stocked bar, unlike her hotel room.
Her eyes did not widen with horror, however, until her quick visual journey terminated with one far corner of the room, where she observed a slender man with a mustache sitting with one leg propped over the other in a leather chair. He was barefooted, and was clad in a pair of khaki shorts that appeared to be cutaways. A sinister grin that she found particularly unnerving was visible on his face.
"Good day, senorita," he nodded.
"Where am I?" she asked in a voice heavily laced with fear, the kind of unique fear that accompanies the unknown.
"All I will tell you, and this should be sufficient, is that we are in a house high above Acapulco Bay, high above the Imperial Hotel, and very remote," he began suddenly chuckling. "We thrive on remoteness and a certain measure of luxury. We especially thrive on the beauty of women. You, young lady, are a most enticing package. So enticing, in fact, that it was a pleasure just sitting in this chair and standing guard, watching you sleep in your bathing suit. You're incredibly stunning, something to behold."
"Who are you?" she blurted fearfully. "Who are you people?"
"A good part of that question will eventually be answered, while other elements of that same question will not be," he told her. "By the way. It is time for us to become acquainted. My name is Jose." There was a pause. The young woman looked at him with a blank stare on her face. "Your name?" he inquired. "You might as well tell me the truth, because, whenever we see fit to take in a.. . guest," a smile formed on his lips as he paused momentarily, "we always check thoroughly on that person. Very thoroughly. We will be checking thoroughly on you, so you might as well at least tell me your name."
"Very well. My name is Cathy. Cathy Hendricks."
"Where are you from, Cathy?"
"Chicago."
"Oh, yes," his eyes twinkled nostalgically. "O'Hare Airport. The famous racetrack, Arlington Park. There is the Loop, Michigan Avenue. There is Marshal Fields. And Lake Shore Drive. What a view!"
"You've been there?"
"Oh, yes. I have seen most of America. A very interesting country, I must say. I am as fascinated by it as I am my native Mexico. Two wonderful countries."
"When are you going to let me go?"
'That is one question I am unwilling to answer," he shook his head in a particularly emphatic manner.
"What are you planning to do with me?"
"I will not answer that either," he replied.
"I feel so helpless. I know nothing about you. I know nothing about where I am."
"You will be taken care of," Jose laughed. Cathy watched as he rose slowly from his chair. "Now I think it is time for us to become better acquainted. This is something I am really looking forward to in your case, Cathy."
Cathy watched with fearful uncertainty as the man's body straightened up and he, in a nonchalant fashion, reached down with both hands and began suddenly tugging at his khaki shorts.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"It will all be revealed in due course," he smiled.
He tugged the khaki shorts promptly down his legs until his already hugely erect penis became only too evident to her. She turned her head away with embarrassment. The only man with whom she had become intimate, and the only man she had seen totally naked, was the man she had fully intended to marry, John Macon. Had she not been firmly convinced that he was her husband-to-be she would never have allowed him to take liberties with her body. Now she was in the presence of a total stranger who was taking off his shorts and stripping nude before her eyes in the routine fashion of someone clearing his throat or stretching his arms.
Before long Jose had stepped out of his shorts, and now he was proudly reaching down and allowing his fingers to firmly massage against the raging solidity of his towering cock, something she had seen John do on a number of occasions when he was particularly horny and particularly proud of his penis.
"Oh, senorita," he gasped. "You are enough to bring up the cock of even a dead man. What a glorious body you have. I love the perfection of that shapely ass, of your glorious breasts, of your firm legs. Oh, yes, you are true perfection in womanhood."
Cathy found the compliments revolting coming from this swarthy but highly suave Mexican man, who continued grinding his fingers up and down against the lengthy dimensions of his scorchingly alive organ while his bloated testicles dangled.
Eventually, after he had stroked himself for another few minutes, he abruptly removed his fingers from his aroused cock. His body moved with cat-like swiftness toward the bed on which she lay.
As Jose threw himself down on top of the bed, the young woman winced. This man was about to force himself on her. She had to resist. If she did so, her mind quickly reasoned, then perhaps he would abandon his revolting routine. If she could convince him that she truly wanted no part of him then maybe he would leave her alone.
Her body tightened as Jose reached out and made a quick grab for her bikini top. He tugged with vigorous assertiveness as her body trembled and tightened and she did her best to resist him.
"Stop, stop," she shrieked.
"Shouting will do you absolutely no good," he smiled condescendingly. "You will do nothing more than waste your energy, my beautiful senorita from the interesting city of Chicago, Illinois. You will learn soon enough how futile and often foolish it is to resist us. It is very foolish indeed."
She attempted to continue struggling, but was unsuccessful as Jose tugged at her bikini top, ultimately yanking it off of her, upon which his eyes sparkled with a measure of triumph.
Cathy let out a shriek of helpless frustration once that he finished pulling her top from her. He reached out and let his sturdy fingers go to work immediately on her shapely white bosoms, his fingers tugging and pulling at her breasts as he let out gasps of wild delight, thoroughly enjoying the contact.
"Oh, what glorious tits," he gasped. "I really love touching them. This is such a good feeling. How I love it. Oh, yes, I really do love it. What a woman you are. From the very moment that I spotted you on the beach I dreamed of how this moment would be. Oh, yes, what breasts, and how I love pulling and tugging on them!"
His fingers continued squeezing and tugging with brisk assertiveness for the next few minutes. At first she attempted to resist as her body tightened and she attempted to pull him off of her, but soon she became tired, her hands and arms became sore and weary, and she recognized how truly futile her efforts had been.
Jose's breathing became increasingly heavier the longer that the breast action continued, and beads of perspiration began rolling down both sides of his face. Now there was no look of joy, no expression of dancing merriment in his eyes, Cathy immediately observed. Instead there was a frozen expression of concentrated determination etched on his face.
After he had finished kneading the warm, succulent flesh of her firm, shapely breasts, Jose's fingers started ardently tugging against the prickly pink surface of her nipples.
He kept up the flow of finger action directed at he nipple flesh for a few minutes, after which he removed his fingers with great abruptness and let them drop downward promptly to her bikini bottom.
Immediately the young woman became seized with fear, the kind of fear that far surpassed what she had previously felt in Jose's presence. The fearful condition was brought on by the knowledge that Jose was about to finish the job of undressing her. It was n enough to remove her bikini top and take undue liberties with her breasts and nipples. That was apparent' meant to serve as no more than a prelude to the act of removing her bikini bottom.
"Oh, stop, please stop, no more," she shrieked, her legs kicking back and forth helplessly. "Oh, stop, please, oh, I beg of you."
"Begging will do you no good," he laughed fiendishly. "No, my sweet, you are destined to be mine no matter what you might think of that. That is all there is to it."
His heart began pounding with increasing anxiety with the knowledge that this beautiful and thoroughly helpless American blonde woman was really his. He was determined to make the very most of his situation, to play it out to the hilt.
As he started pulling downward at her bikini bottom, tears of frustration began streaking down the cheeks of the thoroughly frustrated young blonde woman who, never in her entire life, had found herself thrust into this kind of situation.
There were girls she knew at the office who she regarded as cheap, listening to them reveal stories about themselves and the fun they had had with strange men they met in singles bars in the Loop, and she always concluded the same thing, that they thought very little of themselves and that she would never allow herself to be exposed to such a situation, in which she would be experiencing intimacies with a man concerning whom she knew nothing.
Now she was precisely in the position she had vowed she would never occupy, and, worse yet, she had not the vaguest idea of how to extricate herself from it. All the same, she concluded, she would put up the best fight she could under the circumstances, and just maybe he would give up, deciding that he did not want to take her under such circumstances even though she felt that there was only a very tiny likelihood that something like that would occur.
"Stop, oh, please, I don't want this, I don't want you," she sharply protested in a loud, shrill voice. "Doesn't this mean anything to you? Doesn't it mean anything that I'm rejecting you? Doesn't it mean anything that I'm telling you in every way that I know how that I don't want to have anything to do with you?"
"It means nothing to me, lovely senorita," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Right now the only thing I'm focusing on, the only thing that has even the remotest meaning to me, is deriving pleasure, of absorbing all the delight I can. Yes, my dear. I plan to drink in your beauty to the fullest."
She struggled as best she could, but was unable to register even the faintest impact on her pursuer as he tugged her bikini bottom down her frantically kicking legs.
"Oh, what legs, what gorgeous legs," he gasped.
Before long he had pulled her bikini bottom down far enough to where he was able to see for the first time her vulnerably exposed pink vagina, which was surrounded by a glowing golden mound of pubic hair, and immediately he started licking his lips with rapidly mounting lascivious hunger.
"Oh, what a perfectly enticing pussy," he exclaimed as he continued tugging downward at her bikini bottom. "Yes. And I am going to have so much fun. This is going to be truly wonderful. I plan on enjoying every moment of the wondrous sensations I'll be getting."
"Please. Oh, I beg of you. Stop right now. Please don't bother me anymore. You can find women who want something like this. Women you already know. You don't have to force yourself on me."
"I am starting to grow tired of your protests," his voice grew suddenly stern. "I want you to stop all this childish complaining. Stop it right now."
"I'll stop when you start leaving me alone," she shrieked, hoping that she had broken through the seemingly impenetrable line of resistance. "Just leave me alone, stop this, and stop it right now."
"You are not the person to give orders," he exclaimed in a louder voice than before, continuing to tug downward on her bikini bottom.
"Stop! Leave me alone!"
One tug later he succeeded in removing her bikini bottom, which he hoisted nonchalantly over her shoulders. It fell harmlessly to the floor and now the captive young blonde was precisely in the vulnerable position that she had dreaded, that in which she was totally nude, her trembling body lying totally exposed.
"Oh, what beauty," he sighed, running his fingers over the oval plane of her trim stomach. "You are in very good shape, my dear. All of you is so delectable, so beautiful, so perfectly formed."
"Get away from me. I'm not some kind of tramp."
"Nobody said you were," Jose chuckled. "You happen to be a very beautiful woman, and you happen to be in a household where the beauty of the feminine face and form are greatly appreciated. Oh, yes, very much so."
"I didn't come here by choice," Cathy reminded him bitterly.
"Maybe not, but now you happen to be here and you might as well make the most of it. It will be much better for you if you do rather than if you don't. Oh, what a beautiful female."
Undaunted by her protests, Jose plunged dramatically ahead, shoving his head forward and planting his tongue with fervent determination against the warmth of her firm white breasts.
As his tongue ground against the captivating loveliness of her firm white orbs of flesh, Cathy's body began instinctively rotating back and forth under the stirring, passionate movements that he sent forth with his blistering tongue.
"This is cruel, this is dirty, get away from me," she shouted.
Jose was not about to pay any attention to her protests, and so he continued sinking his spearing tongue against the firm warmth of her breasts.
While the dramatic tongue thrusting continued, Cathy began to feel an additional awkwardness above and beyond what she had earlier felt. Despite her intense loathing of Jose and all he represented, kidnapping her on Caleta Beach in the darkness of evening, transporting her to some presumably isolated location, and now forcing himself on her sexually, it bothered her greatly to realize that, as much as she hated what was happening to her and as helpless as she felt over the entire ordeal into which she had been catapulted, there was a certain measure of passionate sensation that began flowing through her over the stiff tongue penetration delivered against the warmth of her firm white breasts.
As much as she might have loathed him, Cathy Hendricks was forced to reluctantly admit that Jose had a certain finesse in his driving tongue thrusts, and that his steaming red digit was capable of implanting sensation through her entire body.
The longer that he continued his intense probing movements with his skillfully driving tongue, the faster in turn that her body twisted and turned in response to the movements.
Eventually Jose ceased his spirited tongue thrusts against the warmth of her now searing breasts. He dropped his tongue down with one swift dramatic swoop to her stomach. He let his sensitive red lingual digit swipe teasingly against her navel several times, and finally he let his piercing tongue proceed to drive and twist as it made contact against the plane of her stomach.
By then Cathy had been driven into a bewildering sea of dizziness in which she wondered just what was happening to her. His tongue slipped and slid energetically against the warmth of her stomach a few more times, and she felt a tremendous measure of guilt over the fact that, once again, just as had happened when her breasts had been licked and sucked, she was beginning to experience waves of excitement.
Her head continued to spin in the same web of confusion as Jose released his tongue from her stomach. He dropped it down swiftly one more time, and this time his target was the pink warmth of her slightly dampened vagina.
Alertly recognizing the dampness of her female cleft, Jose interpreted this as a sign that the young woman was indeed responding to his spirited tongue thrusts, even though she was attempting not to respond at all, and now a surging recklessness gushed through his body at the prospect of bringing her off with his dramatic tongue thrusts.
The moment that his tongue sank for the first time against the pinkness of her vagina, the young woman was thrown into a state of delirious panic as his tongue whipped sharply back and forth, plunging into the depths of her organ.
"Oh, stop, stop, you bastard, this is awful," she shrieked, her legs kicking back and forth in desperation. "This is awful. You're forcing yourself on me. Oh, I hate this, hate it, hate it!"
Even while she was shrieking her contempt at the man who was forcing himself on her, however, she could not help but feel sensations of surging passion building dramatically throughout her whole body as the probing tongue stabs continued, and as she was propelled ever nearer, in spite of any opposition, to the state of climax.
Back and forth his tongue snaked, picking up momentum, his stroking tempo increasing dramatically as he propelled her that much nearer to the inevitable climax that she was dreading, yet down deep realizing was inevitable.
"You bastard, you're taking advantage," she sobbed.
He was indeed taking advantage, he had indeed forced himself upon her contrary to her wishes, but all the same she was reacting to his torrid tongue thrusts, and this was what was causing her the greatest concern. As much as she might have detested this stranger Jose and everything he stood for, all the same she was reacting to the well-timed strokes that his twisting tongue delivered with ringing authority.
Before long her legs were no longer kicking helplessly, and now Cathy's legs were twitching and trembling slightly as she was pushed that much nearer to the state of a glorious climax.
Several thrusting strokes later she let out a loud sigh as her legs twitched more noticeably than before, and now the drops of impassioned feminine liquid commenced spraying from her detonating organ and into Jose's mouth.
She closed her eyes, feeling a strong sense of humiliation over what was happening to her, particularly appalled by the salacious slurping sounds of her lover as he swallowed the juices that spurted from her inflamed nest.
When the orgasmic floodtide ceased and she no longer heard the sound of the hotly slurping tongue in her pussy, and as she felt the withdrawal of his warm red tongue being removed from her organ, she felt a certain measure of relief in recognizing that it was all over.
Before she had time to do little more than open her eyes, however, Jose was reaching out and grabbing her head. Without saying a word to her, he plunged her head downward toward his massive cock, which was pointed toward her in the threatening manner of a loaded shotgun.
"What are you doing?" she asked fearfully.
"Ah, my darling. Now it is time for me to receive some satisfaction."
"How?"
"Ah. I did a good job of sucking you and providing you with release, and now you can do the same for me."
"Oh, no. Never. I wouldn't even do that for my ex-fiancé. No. Please. Don't force that on me."
"Oh, but yes. You have so much to learn about life."
"Would you be that rotten?"
'That is your word, not mine," he grinned. "I call it being erotic. That is the correct definition."
"Oh, that type of sex is sick."
"A beautiful girl like you, and so unsophisticated. How ridiculous. Well, it looks like Jose, in addition to receiving the satisfaction that he so rightfully deserves, also must teach a certain young lady, living in the dark ages, a lesson about how to please a man with her mouth."
"Oh, please. Anything but that."
"Right now that is all I am interested in," he told her.
"No, not that."
"Oh, yes, my sweet," Jose laughed fiendishly.
He shoved his sturdy, blue-veined penis forward once more, edging it ever closer to the edge of the young woman's mouth. She decided to adopt a resolute stance in the face of the pressures, allowing her mouth to remain tightly shut.
Several times Jose scraped his erect phallic tool against the edge of the young woman's mouth. When she failed to cooperate with him even to the slightest extent he took Cathy by surprise as he reached down with both hands and let his fingers clamp tightly against her scalp.
"One way or another you will cooperate," Jose told her in a somber but not threatening tone. "You will learn, my beautiful young woman, that we expect obedience in this household. In fact, we demand it."
His fingers continued to clamp down on her scalp, until eventually Cathy could not help but cry out in pain.
"Oh, stop it," she exclaimed. "Stop. Don't hurt me. You're acting like an animal."
"I am imposing some needed discipline," he briskly replied, "and right now I am determined to push my cock inside your mouth. Oh, yes, I am going to enjoy every bit of this. So will you, I imagine, once that we get you conditioned."
Eventually Cathy could not help but wince and let out a scream in protest to the pain she felt, and when she did, Jose seized the advantage by slipping his hotly aroused penis inside her mouth, where it dangled around its edges, seeking to intrude further.
When he finally managed to wedge his solid organ deeper into her mouth, where it began to fill her oral cavity, Cathy responded bitterly and angrily by biting down on Jose's penis.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, DAMNED!" he howled, his whole body falling backwards over the shock waves and pain he felt, right to the point where he toppled from the bed and onto the floor.
Cathy Hendricks said nothing, staring at Jose fearfully. She could tell from the fiery expression of contempt in his eyes that he was planning on taking immediate steps to punish her. He had mentioned the discipline to which the girls were subjected, and Cathy had obviously violated a cardinal tenet of her captors. She was taking matters into her own hands and resisting.
Even though Jose could feel a sharp, wincing pain for several moments from Cathy's instantaneous action, what really bothered him was that she had had the audacity to do such a thing. Not only that, but his male pride had suffered to think that this beautiful blonde woman would go to such lengths to avoid having to perform on him orally.
"You little bitch, now you have asked for it," he told her emphatically, never raising his voice but speaking in a tone of icy contempt that terrified Cathy.
In a flash he had jumped up from the floor and had thrown himself back on top of the bed. He reached out and delivered several crisp, stinging slaps in rapid succession along the side of her face. She did not shout or sob, instead suppressing any kind of such reaction for fear that he would only make things that much tougher on her. It was bad enough to be slapped with such forceful impact. Cathy was not about to press her luck any further, recognizing that Jose could be easily moved toward vindictive reprisal.
Her head snapped back and her body trembled slightly from the stinging contact of hand against face, and Jose quickly seized upon his advantage by shoving his sturdy cock forward and letting it penetrate its way with prompt assertiveness inside her mouth.
Jose gasped and sighed as he guided his restless tool inside her mouth, and before long he was flinging his body forward, driving his stiffly projecting organ with seismic impact as he worked it all the way to the back of the blonde's mouth.
She could not help but remember several arguments she had had with John Macon when he had requested that she service him orally. On every occasion she had declined, telling him that, no matter how he might have felt about it, she considered fellatio to be a highly degrading act in which a woman was reduced to the state of a lower form of animal.
Even though John would tell her that she was being ridiculous, just as Jose had earlier, and had also, like Jose, told her that she was adopting an archaic view, he had at least respected her wishes. On those occasions he would agree to sex in a more conventional way.
Cathy felt a strong measure of tragedy and frustration in knowing that she was totally unable to make Jose respect her wishes. When she had reacted violently to his forceful penetration he had struck back by slapping her, and now there he was, driving his forceful penis into the depths of her mouth.
The young woman felt a strong measure of humiliation over the vulnerable position she was in. Jose's breathing became short and ragged, coming in puffy gasps as his solidly determined organ kept on crisply connecting with the back of her mouth.
Eventually, as his legs widened, he began to straddle her, forcing his electrified organ all the way to the base of her throat, and Jose's eyes began to roll with ecstasy.
"Ah, now this is more like it," he nodded appreciatively. "I really love plunging my cock down your throat. Oh, this feels so good. You'll learn to accept this, you little bitch. Oh, I've seen your kind before. You think you're so much better than a man like me. You are like the eternal virgin in your own mind. Oh, no, you're not about to suck a man's cock. You look on something like this as so degrading. Well, maybe for now, maybe for a little while, but I venture to say that you will not always feel this way. Oh, no, I'm going to teach you a very valuable lesson. You will learn just how much a woman can learn to enjoy receiving a driving cock in her mouth."
He let out a loud gasp and his whole body began to dramatically sway as his sturdy, captivating, dagger-like organ sank against the base of her throat. All the while he was penetrating that much closer to the precipice of climax.
His buttocks twitched and wiggled as his hammering man meat continued to stab and thrust against the base of the beautiful blonde woman's throat, and finally her head began to spin in a sea of dizzying disbelief, not unlike the sensation she had experienced when she had been captured on Caleta Beach by two strange men.
The thing she felt worst about as this nightmarish ordeal continued was the state of her helplessness. There was nothing she could do to resist this onslaught, and all the while, as a means of reminding her not to react foolishly, the hotly panting Jose allowed his fingers to remain clamped against her scalp.
He hammered her over and over again with his blazing cock. Even though he was not applying his fingers against her scalp in such a way as to cause pain, he let his fingers register enough impact so that she got the message. If she resisted in any way or attempted anything as foolish as last time, she would quickly pay for it.
Beads of perspiration rolled down both sides of Jose's face, and his breathing was now no more than a series of loud gasps as his steely pole penetrated his lover's mouth several more times.
The sledgehammer force with which his sturdy, lust-bloated dagger dominantly asserted itself caused her head to snap back several times from this jolting impact to which she was totally unaccustomed. There were times at which she wondered if he would cut off her breathing altogether from the driving force of his steaming pole and the manner in which it intruded time and again against the base of her throat.
"Oh, this is so good, so very good," he gasped. "What a fuck! Oh, this is throat-fucking, the best kind of blow job that a man can get. I love every moment of it." His sharply protruding cock rocked her head back one more time, and the thudding testicles of Jose bounced against her quivering chin several times as he found himself drawing ever nearer to the moment he so lasciviously anticipated, that at which the stirring juices of his thick white cock fluid would engulf her mouth.
"This feels better than anything I could imagine," he gulped, his buttocks twisting back and forth under the steady tempo of grinding penis stabs directed at her mouth. "It can't last much longer, even though I would love to have it last forever! Oh, his feels wonderful. My cock is on fire, my balls are itching, and pretty soon the juice is gonna stream from me!"
For a long period of time the captive victim could feel nothing other than contempt toward Jose and total humiliation. She would have done anything within her power to bring this awful debacle to an end, but knew fully well that she was powerless to resist.
Now a strange, totally inexplicable type of sensation was beginning to register impact throughout her body. For a long while she had felt dizzy, as if this entire perverted act was taking place in some remote region of her battered mind, but as time continued to elapse and her lover kept on driving his sturdy cock into the pierced depths of her ravaged mouth, she could begin to feel stirrings of sexuality surfacing in her body.
It stunned Cathy almost beyond belief to recognize that she was actually starting to respond to what was happening to her. There were the telltale waves of titillation making their presence felt in her vagina as the blistering cock of the hotly panting Jose kept driving with steadily penetrating force into her mouth.
"Oh, now I'm getting really close," he told her.
His fingers began gripping Cathy's scalp more sharply than before, though stopping short of inflicting any pain on her. All the while he was driving himself closer to the ultimate moment at which the spraying drops of his impassioned liquid would spray from the end of his penis and into her mouth.
Several surging stabs later, Jose heaved a deep sigh, his body started to noticeably quiver, and the first few drops of pre-cum oozed out of the end of his burning organ and into his captive victim's mouth.
"Oh, this feels so good," he sighed. "The stuff is gonna shoot out of me, spurt out of me!"
Several stiffly projecting thrusts later he released his fingers from his victim's scalp and let them clutch tightly against her shoulders. At that same moment the spurting drops of his white orgasmic fluid spilled thunderously from the nub end of his electrified pole and into his lover's mouth.
Cathy was shocked at the manner in which the spurting juices spilled from him, and for several panic stricken seconds she wondered if he would shoot such a load as to literally drown her in the process.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, GGGOOOODDDD!" he gasped. "OOOOOHHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT!"
The thundering stream of thick juice continued spraying into her ravaged gullet until there was no more.
At the conclusion of Jose's orgasm he removed his cock from her mouth and stretched out next to Cathy on the bed.
For several moments there was total stillness. The only discernible sound in the room was that of Jose's breathing, which gradually moved from extra heavy to normal.
As the stunned Cathy, who was too ashamed and shaken at the conclusion of all that had happened to her to say anything, continued to lie stretched out on the bed, Jose ran his fingers playfully against the oval plane of her stomach several times.
"That was what I call nice," he said calmly.
He eased his body nonchalantly up from the bed, walking over to where he had discarded his shorts, which he put back on.
"You are a beautiful woman," he said, "and there will come a time when you will actually beg for an opportunity to suck the hard cock of a man. All you need is a little more time and conditioning."
Cathy said nothing. The whole episode had shocked her into speechlessness. The dreaded act that was off limits to her own fiancé had been perpetrated forcefully on her by a stranger. To make matters even worse, he was a stranger who had helped abduct her.
"I will see you later, beautiful lady," Jose grinned with great satisfaction. She heaved a sigh of relief when he opened the door and stepped out of the room, closing it quickly behind him.
Now Cathy Hendricks was alone with her thoughts once more. They had been troubled thoughts before Jose had forced himself upon her, and now she felt a tremendous sense of torment, particularly over the fact that she had felt pangs of sensation at the closing stages of what she still considered a depraved sex act.