Chapter 5

Before Cathy was able to recover from the shock of what had occurred in the form of Jose's oral rape, the door suddenly opened and the short, stocky man who had aided Jose in her abduction made a sudden entrance.

He stared at her still naked body and smiled approvingly as he pushed a small table on rollers, on which there was set a large tray covered by a silver top, inside the room. He pushed it until it was perched next to her bed, after which he removed the top and pointed downward toward a plate full of food. There were carrots, mashed potatoes, a substantial portion of steak, and a pitcher was situated next to the food, which had two empty glasses resting on one side of it.

"You mustn't be embarrassed over me seeing you naked," he looked down at her and smiled, anticipating her concern as her eyes darted from side to side uncomfortably. "Nudity is accepted here. Jose saw you naked, now I see you naked. Please eat. There is plenty of good food there for you. Here. Let me pour you some wine."

Cathy said nothing, watching as Ramon, seeking to play the role of the host, poured her a glass of wine, after which he poured one for himself as well.

"I've already eaten," he smiled, "but I can't resist the opportunity to have a glass of wine."

Cathy Hendricks watched as the short, muscular Mexican took his full glass of wine and walked over toward a chair resting against the wall. Seeking closeness of contact with the blonde woman, he pulled the chair adjacent to the bed, after which he sat down in it.

"Please eat. You must be very hungry," he beckoned.

Even though by then Cathy was indeed hungry, she still felt so awkward about the strange series of events that had taken place that it was very difficult for her to suddenly and abruptly commence eating. In spite of what this muscular man had told her, she still could not help but feel awkward over being exposed in a state of total nudity in front of him.

It was not until the man took several sips from his wine glass that she finally coaxed herself to the point and beginning to partake of her food, and as she did, the man began to smile.

"That's it, we want you to feel at home here," he said in what appeared to be a tone of sincerity.

Cathy could not help but recognize the enormous irony of his statement. Here he was telling her that he wanted her to feel at home in this hostile strange environment she had been forced into very much against her own wishes. She had been kidnapped by this man, and she longed to blurt out and tell him angrily just what she thought of both him as well as his friend Jose, but what stopped her from ultimately verbalizing her inner frustrations was not so much that she was afraid of the repercussions, but because she actually felt a wave of compassion for this man, who appeared to be, at least in many ways, the contrasting opposite of his slender partner. Whereas Jose was very suave, educated, and downright arrogant, there was a simplicity about this muscular man with the heavy layers of scar tissue under his eyes that could not help but make her feel compassionate. He had made his statement with a tone of tenderness, causing her to believe that he was generally concerned about her feelings in spite of the torment to which she was being subjected in a strange environment.

The longer that she ate, the faster she consumed the food. Suddenly a ravenous hunger had risen squarely to the surface and would no longer be sidetracked, not even by the strong measure of desperation she felt at the moment.

Ramon watched her eat, occasionally taking a sip from his wine. Even though he too was infatuated by the blonde's striking beauty of face and form, he did not express his male desires in the kind of blatantly obvious manner as had his partner.

"Jose was right," he finally said after a long period of silence had passed in the stillness of the large room.

"About what?" she asked.

"He told me about how stunning a body you had. Of course, I had seen it in the bikini. But this is incredible. You are as stunning a woman as these eyes have ever seen."

"Thank you," she found herself replying. "How is the food? I hope it tastes good."

"As a matter-of-fact, it's very delicious."

"And you are very hungry," he smiled.

"Yes, I am."

"Your name is Cathy. That is so."

"Yes. That's right."

"My name is Ramon. I hope that we will become very good friends."

Even though Ramon was smiling slightly as he spoke, and Cathy detected a double meaning when he referred to becoming friends, she was not offended by the remark in the same way she would have been had it been made by the clever Jose, who would have carried a knowing twinkle in his eyes upon making the same statement.

"A pleasure knowing you, Ramon," she replied guardedly.

"You are from Chicago, Illinois?" he asked. "That's right," she nodded. "You've been there."

"No. Jose has."

"He told me."

"But I have visited your country," he smiled pridefully.

"Where did you visit?" she asked curiously as she took her final bite of delicious steak, washing it down with a sip of wine.

"I visited Los Angeles and San Francisco," Ramon said, his eyes twinkling nostalgically.

"You say you never visited Chicago, Ramon. Well, I never visited Los Angeles and San Francisco."

Ramon's eyes continued dancing with nostalgic delight as he quickly disposed of the remaining contents of his glass, then abruptly jumped to his feet, somewhat gracefully, she noticed, especially considering his squatty frame.

Her eyes surveyed the ruggedly constructed Mexican carefully as he raised his hands in a fighter's pose and began shadowboxing in the room, his breath seething from his nostrils in quick spurts as his fists flashed out before him like bursts of lightning.

"I was one of the best lightweights, one of the very best," he almost shouted, his flailing fists moving quickly several more times, after which he brought his activity to a halt and sat back down in the chair.

"You were a professional fighter?"

"My manager took me to Los Angeles," he explained. "I had won twenty fights in a row in Mexico, the last ten in Mexico City. When my manager saw how well I could fight, when he saw that I could beat some of the tops in Mexico City, he decided that I was ready for Los Angeles. There are many Latin fight fans in Los Angeles. Did you know that?"

"Well, I'm not really a fight fan and I'm not from Los Angeles, but I have heard that there are many Latin people there."

"Si. Many," he smiled. "And they loved Ramon. They came to see me fight. I won three fights. The last fight was against a tall black man who was very good. He was a very good boxer and at first I had a hard time getting into range where I could hit him. But finally I managed to hit him enough to win a decision."

"It sounds like you had a very successful trip to the United States," she said, eager to extract as much voluntary conversation from Ramon about his background as possible. She had to find out more about her present situation, and any knowledge she could derive from speaking to her captors was certainly welcome.

Suddenly Ramon's face dropped.

"Oh, yes, some of it was successful, but it did not end that way," he said, speaking with a measure of contempt. "My manager. My stupid manager! He ruined it for me!"

"What happened?"

"When I fought the tall black man in Los Angeles, who was a very good fighter, he cut my eye." Ramon pointed toward his scar tissue-laden left eye. "It was not enough to stop me from winning the fight, and even though my trainer told me that he thought I should take off for a month and give the cut a chance to heal before fighting again, my ruthless manager who was always so eager to make as much money as he could, took a fight in San Francisco."

"Did you try and talk hi n out of it?" she asked.

"Oh, no. I had been winning all these fights and I started thinking like a lot of fighters when that happens."

"How is that?"

"The head begins to swell up like a balloon," he told her. "You begin to think that nobody and nothing can stop you. I wasn't worried about the cut like I should have been, and my greedy manager was not about to pass up a quick chance to make money by fighting in San Francisco. He should have been concerned about me."

"I agree with you, Ramon," she told him sympathetically. "So the eye caused you to lose the big fight in San Francisco?"

"Si. It was terrible," he frowned, seemingly on the verge of blowing up as he relived the bitter experience. "I was fighting a rated contender, a popular fighter in San Francisco who had come from Cuba. A tough black fighter. I was winning the fight on points, but he had cut my eye in the fourth round, and when he saw that he had hurt me there he kept working on the cut until the referee stopped the fight in the eighth round. Without that cut I would have won the fight, the biggest in my career. I would have been a rated contender. Who knows. I might have had a chance to fight for the championship."

"What happened after you lost that fight?"

"I went back to Mexico and continued fighting. But I only fought for two more years after that. I guess my heart wasn't in it in the same way that it was before. When I went to California I was just sure I would become a champion some day. But I have talked long enough about myself. Are you through with your dinner, Senorita Cathy."

"Yes I am, Ramon."

"Then I will clear everything away. I hope you liked your meal."

"I did. It was very good. And the longer I ate the more I realized just how hungry I'd been in the first place."

"Very good. I am glad that you're satisfied. I am very sorry, Senorita Cathy, that I bored you by talking so long about my boxing career. I guess I got worked up."

"Think nothing of it, Ramon. I enjoyed hearing you talk about it. I really did."

"You did?" he looked at her, his eyes twinkling, obviously pleased by what she had said.

"Very much so. And thank you for bringing the meal."

"You are very welcome," he executed a nimble bow as he pulled the tray out of the room.

When Ramon shut the door behind him, Cathy Hendricks realized that she was alone once more. Her heart sank with desperation over the realization of her plight. The meal and accompanying conversation with Ramon had distracted her for a time concerning the tragic situation with which she was confronted. Now it was once again all too clear to her just where things stood. She had been kidnapped and her current world consisted of one room which, though nicely appointed and comfortable enough on the surface, still could not lose its prison-like dimensions in that she was forced to exist strictly within its confines. To make matters even worse, there was no clock, nor were there any windows, which made her unaware of what time of day it was. Also, she had not received even a fragment of a clue as to why she had been kidnapped, for how long she was intended to be confined in this manner, or, and this was the most chilling unanswered question of all, just what they were ultimately planning on doing with her.

As she reconstructed the events which had taken-place wince her abduction on Caleta Beach, however, she had to concede that there was one possibly favorable element in her favor, and she was planning on playing the possible trump card to the hilt.

Whereas she despised Jose for his arrogant manner, and for the way that he had manhandled her, forcing her to engage in what she considered to be a thoroughly depraved act, she felt a certain empathy toward Ramon who, despite his physically awesome presence, in marked contrast to the smooth outer demeanor of Jose, actually appeared to be a gentle, sensitive soul.

If her survival ultimately came down to how well she played her psychological cards, then perhaps she could capitalize on her association with Ramon. If she could extract information from him little by little, without making it appear that she was pumping him in any way, then maybe she could unlock some secrets to the brutal mystery by which she was being victimized and held captive.

There she was, continuing to lie there in bed totally naked. She wondered if and when she would be given fresh clothes. She thought about her clothes, which had been left behind in her hotel room.

Perhaps that was a plus in her favor, she thought hopefully, relating to the fact that she would be missed in her hotel room, after which the police might be summoned. Maybe they were out looking for her already, she hoped.

The door opened a crack and Ramon peeked inside.

"Excuse me, Senorita Cathy," he began apologetically. "There was something I forgot to tell you."

"Yes, Ramon."

"If you ever wish to take a shower, clean up, or you need to go to the bathroom for any reason, the small door in the corner leads into the bathroom."

"Thank you very much."

Ramon bowed cordially, then shut the door.

In that Cathy was perspiring a good deal from a combination of the unwanted sex in which she had engaged with Jose and the tension she felt as a result of her plight, she desired to take a good long shower, hoping that she would feel better after soaking her body in lukewarm to cool water.

She went into the bathroom and immediately stepped into the shower, adjusting the water so that it was lukewarm in the beginning, achieving the effect of opening up her pores. Despite the troubled state of her mind, the young woman felt a certain measure of relief from the comforting impact of the soothing water.

After she had let the warm water splash against her naked body for a few minutes, she adjusted the shower water so that it became cooler, closing her pores.

She climbed out of the shower after shutting off the water, then took a clean white towel from a nearby rack and dried her body off thoroughly.

Now that she felt a good deal more refreshed, Cathy walked back into the room.

Immediately she was jolted to observe the stunning form of a captivating, dark-haired Mexican girl lying in a state of total nakedness in the far corner of the large bed.

When the beautiful brunette caught her first look of Cathy, who stopped suddenly near the small door leading to the bathroom, she smiled at her.

"Hello, there," the Mexican woman said, speaking in a manner that indicated to Cathy that she was accustomed to speaking English a great deal. "My name is Dolores."

"Hello," a stunned Cathy replied in a low tone.

"Come and sit down, or lie down," Dolores said. "There is plenty of room in this large bed for both of us."

Tentatively, Cathy edged her body over toward the bed, easing her naked form back onto it, but making certain that she occupied the far corner opposite from that on which Dolores was lying.

"I know you're wondering who I am and what I'm doing here," Dolores said. "I can tell from the expression on your face."

"Well, yes, I was thinking that," Cathy acknowledged, "but I shouldn't really be surprised by anything that happens to me anymore. After all, I was kidnapped on a beach and was brought here, and right now I'm being held captive without having any say about what heppens to me. After that I don't suppose I should be surprised by anything."

"You sound bitter, and I don't blame you," Dolores said. "After all, you have been through a lot. But I can tell you from my own knowledge that once you get used to it here it can be wonderful."

"But I'm not thinking about getting used to it," Cathy snapped, her pent-up hostility rising fully to the surface. "I'm not here by my choice and I want out."

"I don't blame you for being angry," Dolores responded calmly. "You have been through a lot and naturally you're confused.'

"Who wouldn't be? I haven't really had very much explained to me, you know."

"Yes. Exactly. I felt the same way just after I got here. You do feel very helpless. All I can say is that things will be revealed to you eventually, after they have gotten to know you."

"You mean you were also kidnapped?"

"Oh, yes," she nodded.

"But I consider myself a captive. You seem to be taking this all very pleasantly."

"Now I am. Yes, it can be very pleasant."

"Am I expected to reach the point where you are right now?" Cathy exclaimed with terror in her voice.

"I don't want to say anything more," Dolores shook her head emphatically. "Perhaps I have toid you too much already. All I can say is that if you don't do anything foolish then I believe that things will work out for you. I am not meaning to sound critical, but you did do one foolish thing with Jose. You shouldn't have bit him. That only made him angry and made things even tougher for you. You must learn to submit. That is one thing that is very important."

Cathy was filled with a new wave of despair and frustration over the knowledge that she was involved in such an intricately constructed network that whatever happened to her was apparently destined to be revealed to everyone. That was the distinct impression she had received from her conversation with Ramon, and this feeling was further confirmed by what the beautiful Dolores was revealing.

Dolores stared in Cathy's direction for several moments, after which she spoke once more.

"I suppose you wonder why I am visiting you right now," she said. "Well, at one time I worked as a masseuse, and I have reason to believe that you could use a relaxing massage right now."

"What makes you say that."

"All the tension you have been through. I am almost certain that your muscles feel at least a little sore."

"Well, yes, they do."

"You see. I know the human body very well and the reactions of people," she nodded knowingly. "My hands are like magic. Or so I have been told. If you will just lie down on your stomach I will begin to demonstrate this to you."

Dolores had a pleasing manner, and the helpful smile which surfaced on her face was convincing Cathy that perhaps it would be a good idea to have her skin massaged. Just as Dolores had knowingly said, she was indeed feeling a certain soreness in her muscles, and an overall tightness which extended throughout her whole body.

"Just lie here and relax. Everything will be fine."

Cathy reflected several moments in silence over Dolores' suggestion, after which she decided to comply with her request and allow her body to be massaged by Dolores' fingers.

Slowly she eased herself onto her stomach, hoping that perhaps Dolores could supply her with the kind of relaxing relief that she badly needed at that moment.

"That's it, now just lie there real still," Dolores said softly. "You've been through a lot, Cathy my dear. I'm aware of that. Right now everything is a question mark to you. So just lie there and everything will be just fine."

As Cathy lay stretched out on her stomach, Dolores reached out and let her strong fingers manipulate in slow, skillful strokes against the small of Cathy's back.

Immediately Cathy let out a sigh, enjoying the impact of Dolores' fingers making steady contact against her back. Dolores felt Cathy's body relax under the influence of the finger contact. The tightness that had previously been there was gradually subsiding.

"That's it," Dolores said in the same softly seductive tone of voice. "I want you to take it nice and easy, my dear. Just let Dolores attend to your needs. I can tell that you're already feeling better, and that's good."

"Yes, I am," Cathy nodded. "Keep it up. I didn't realize just how much I needed something like that until you started."

"Well, I'm planning to give you much more of the same. You need the stimulating relaxation and I'm planning to give it to you."

Her fingers dug in with deeper intensity than before, and eventually the Mexican woman began extending her movements, grinding her fingers up and down the entire surface of Cathy's back.

"How does that feel?" Dolores asked.

"Oh, very good," Cathy nodded. "I'm feeling so much better than I did before. I'm so grateful."

Cathy could see that, for the first time since she had been abducted on the beach by Jose and Ramon, she was beginning to hang loose, her whole body floating as if it were on a cloud. She recalled that she had been feeling that very same way at the time that her captors had grabbed her. She had flown to Acapulco to forget and relax, and just when she had shown signs of succeeding in putting her tragic affair with John Macon behind her and relaxing, her whole world had been shattered anew as she was kidnapped on Caleta Beach and taken to some kind of mountain hideaway, or at least that was what she had been told by Jose.

By now, despite the fact that the central problem of being a captive remained, at least she was in the presence of a very kind of gracious woman who could empathize with her, and who was willing to put her skills to work in getting her to relax.

After running her fingers smoothly up and down the entire surface of Cathy's back for several minutes, Dolores started running her fingers up and down the smooth surface of the blonde woman's thighs and ankles, and immediately Cathy started detecting a positive reaction in that region of her body.

"Let your body hang loose," Dolores whispered.

Slowly but surely Cathy was being lulled ever closer to a state of sleep. Dolores' fingers had succeeded in loosening her up and pushing her into an increasingly restful state.

After Dolores had finished massaging her thighs and ankles, she promptly switched the action to her buttocks, which she also massaged with sure, assertive strokes.

When the Mexican woman stopped massaging Cathy's buttocks, she released her fingers altogether from her body.

"Okay, Cathy my dear, now roll over on your back and I will start massaging the other parts of your body, the parts I could not get to before. Go ahead, my dear."

Cathy remained in a semi-sleep state as she complied with Dolores' wishes without even thinking about the request. All she knew was that the Mexican woman's fingers had served as a restful tonic to her, serving in much the same way as a powerful tranquilizer, and she was eager to receive more of the same kind of treatment.

As soon as Cathy rolled over on her back, Dolores reached out and let her quickly surging fingers make their first assertive contact with the firm and magnificently sculpted flesh of the beautiful blonde woman's breasts.

She gripped her breasts tightly, immediately jarring Cathy, who blinked her eyes and stared up at

Dolores.

"What are you doing?" a startled Cathy asked.

"I'm massaging these lovely breasts," Dolores promptly replied. "They need the same kind of stimulation I gave to the other parts of your body, Cathy. And what a lovely body you've got. I just love rubbing it. And believe me, I can tell the difference between great bodies and the rest of them. My skilled fingers can and so can my eyes. I could see from looking at you that you would be a joy to rub. Oh, yes, you are so very firm. Yes, my fingers respond to every part of this beautiful body."

Cathy was stunned not only over the fact that Dolores was assertively rubbing her breasts, but also because of the way in which she was openly telling her how much she loved her body.

"Oh, I've never touched more exquisite breasts," Dolores asserted emphatically. "Yes. They are like exquisite pieces of ivory. They are so firm, so beautiful!"

Dolores' fingers sank more sharply than before as they plunged against the tight flesh. Cathy had dual emotions rushing through her body. One side of her could not help but positively respond to the brisk strokes being brought to bear against her breasts, while the other part of her felt repulsed over what was happening.

As the frantic finger stroking of her warm white breasts continued, Cathy was being gradually awakened from her semi-dream state and was being confronted with the stark reality that something very strange was taking place.

After sinking her fingers assertively against the whiteness of the young blonde woman's breasts a few more times, Dolores switched her efforts and let her fingers twist and tweak against Cathy's pink nipples.

"What are you doing?" Cathy finally gasped.

"I'm giving you a little relaxation, my dear," Dolores replied. "Oh, this is so good for you. Believe me when I tell you that."

After letting her fingers press and tweak against Cathy's nipples several more times, Dolores abruptly released her fingers and, before Cathy had any chance to react, she dropped her head down between the blonde's breasts.. . .

As an astonished Cathy's eyes widened and her heart began to pound frantically, Dolores' surging tongue began to connect against the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous white breasts, which swayed in instinctive response to what was happening to her.

"Oh, stop, you don't know what you're doing!" Cathy shouted fearfully, stunned by what was happening.

All the while Dolores continued to glide her sharply pistoning tongue between the blonde woman's sharply cascading breasts, and all the while Cathy's head spun frantically in a sea of dizzying confusion. Events were happening much too fast for Cathy, who had never in her entire life encountered anything quite like what was happening to her at the moment as a woman sought to devour her with her pulsating tongue.

"Stop it, please stop it," Cathy began to shriek.

Dolores remained oblivious to it all, letting her hotly slurping tongue thrust several more times against the valley separating Cathy's breasts, after which she then released her tongue with one abrupt act, upon which she let it commence grinding against the stirring breasts themselves as she whipped her tongue frenziedly, maintaining a more rapid pace than she had when her tongue had glided and slid against Cathy's shadowy valley.

"This is crazy, it's nuts!" Cathy shouted with an increasing measure of desperation. "Stop, Dolores, stop right now! Stop right now!"

Despite the shrillness of her tone, Dolores did not stop. She was not about to do anything to diminish the level of pleasure that she was feeling at that moment. In addition, she recognized that Cathy was more fearful than anything else. The shrill pitch of her voice indicated confusion and frustration.

Dolores correctly analyzed that Cathy had never had a sexual encounter with a woman, and she looked forward to welcoming her into the ranks of lesbian lovemaking by asserting her tongue in a convincing fashion, one designed to bring the blonde around, to thoroughly crush any opposition she might otherwise have to such action.

Dolores' tongue continued whipping and stabbing with frenzied delight, grinding sharply against the warmth of Cathy's sharply undulating breasts as the frustrations within her continued compounding.

Yes, Cathy believed that this kind of contact between women was sick and depraved. That was what she had always believed. Yes, she wanted to put an end to this disgusting tongue activity as soon as possible. Yet there was another facet of her that was rising to the surface, and this was what indeed bothered her. Cathy could see that there was a side to her that was reacting with positive delight to what was happening to her. She could feel the prickly waves of titillating sensation reverberating through her entire body as the hotly pistoning tongue of Dolores continued thrusting against her breasts. She tried to tell herself that she was not really enjoying what was happening to her, but her instincts appeared to be believing such a theory.

Dolores whipped her tongue frenziedly several more times against Cathy's breasts, and finally she released her tongue altogether from Cathy's mammary region.

Just as Cathy thought that things were returning to normal, however, Dolores dropped her head down between her legs. The movements were so swift as to once more take Cathy totally by surprise.

As Cathy looked down between her legs she immediately began to feel the impact of Dolores' surging tongue as it worked its way down into the intimate fires of the blonde's searing pink vagina.

"OHHHHH, NO, NO, NO," Cathy shouted. "THIS IS SICK!"

Dolores was not about to be dissuaded by shouts of protest at this juncture, not when she felt such strong waves of surging titillation throughout her entire body. She longed to taste this young woman with the exquisite body, to suck longingly from her seething vaginal tundra, which she was convinced she could propel to blazing levels of searing infatuation.

While the grinding tongue of Dolores danced with spry delight against the sodden warmth of the blonde's steaming feminine cleft, the thoroughly shocked Cathy began to react. She started kicking her legs back and forth, trying to resist the tongue efforts of Dolores.

Instead of fading under the pressure, however, Dolores instead let her fingers clutch tightly against Cathy's legs, using the same sturdy finger pressure she had brought to bear earlier on the young woman's body to thwart her protests.

Cathy winced with pain from the pressure that Dolores' fingers was generating against her struggling legs, and she found out soon enough that all the kicking she was doing was only increasing the pain, and that she was doing nothing more than tiring herself out in the process.

All the while Dolores kept on sinking her tongue with stirring delight against the pinkness of Cathy's vulnerably exposed vaginal passage, and gradually, through the determined force of her efforts, Dolores began to impart waves of flowing sensation into Cathy's body in spite of the fear and distaste in which Cathy held the entire act.

Before long Cathy had ceased protesting, and as Dolores eased the pressure on her legs, the Mexican woman pleasantly discovered that Cathy's legs were beginning to twist and sway in positively response to the thrusting tongue stabs that Dolores continued to determinedly employ against her torrid vaginal passage.

Cathy listened to the loud salacious slurping sounds of the Mexican woman's sharply pistoning tongue as it wiggled and twisted its way inside the searing intimacy of Cathy's nest, and all the while Cathy, in spite of herself, felt the stirring fires of passion continuing to rapidly build within her as she was propelled that much nearer to the state of climax.

Eventually Dolores removed her fingers from Cathy's legs. She let them sweep down toward the twisting flesh of her buttocks, and sharply she let the fingers press against the warmth of the blonde's ivory-toned ass cheeks, which writhed in dramatic response to the well-timed tongue stabs of Dolores.

Now Cathy felt more mixed up inside than ever over all that was happening to her. There was no way that she could fail to recognize what the stirring waves of passionate lust within her signified, but yet she continued to believe that all of this was happening against her own wishes as the driving tongue of Dolores continued to unleash itself against the pink moistness of her pulsating vagina, which was being pushed ever nearer the breaking point, when the juices would spurt from her.

Dolores' stirring fingers continued to roam against the writhing buttocks of Cathy as the young blonde's breath became shorter, coming in loud quick gusts, and before long she was unable to hold back the flood-tide cf orgasmic liquid which was forced to spurt out of her orifice and into the mouth of Dolores.

The aroused Mexican woman tightened her grip against the rapidly twisting buttocks of the beautiful blonde as her hotly suctioning mouth slurped the drops of orgasmic liquid which sprayed from the devastated Cathy's organ.

A few moments later it was all over, and as a now satisfied Dolores removed her tongue from Cathy's slippery vagina she felt a heady after glow as a result of the satisfying sex she had experienced.

"Now that was truly beautiful," Dolores smiled, stretching out next to Cathy on the bed.

Cathy felt humiliated over all that had happened to her. Against her own wishes she had allowed a woman to have sex with her, and, shamefully in her eyes, she had responded enough to where she orgasmed, giving this jaded woman exactly what she had wanted.

The blonde thought back to the episode with Jose, and recollected the measure of shameful frustration she had felt over having given the impression of reacting positively and favorably, even though she was trying to convince herself that she had hated the sex that had been forced on her with unyielding passion.

There was one discernible difference, however, between the sex she had experienced with Jose and that which she had just finished encountering with the incredibly stunning Mexican woman Dolores. In the case of Jose she had not orgasmed, and it was Jose who had exploded his juices, profoundly in fact, into her mouth. With Dolores, like it or not, she had to face the humiliating fact that she had spurted her juices into her mouth. She had been aroused enough to achieve an orgasm as a result of the efforts of a woman.

"You have a body that is incredibly beautiful," Dolores said, staring at Cathy once more with awe. "You can be of great benefit to Mr. Sanchez and his entire operation."

"Just who is this Mr. Sanchez I keep hearing about?" Cathy asked.

Dolores shook a forefinger teasingly at Cathy and smiled.

"You are getting ahead of yourself, my dear," she soothingly reprimanded. "All will be revealed to you in due course, but we cannot ever get ahead of ourselves. It is most important not to be curious to find things out around here. This is what I was told when I arrived here and now I am obliged to pass along the same information to you. There is one warning that I should give you now."

"Yes. What is it?"

"Everything will be fine as long as you don't ever think about trying to make a foolish escape of some kind. You see, Mr. Sanchez is a genius. He thinks of everything. He has the most modern of electronic equipment here."

"Electronic equipment?"

"That is right. There is remote control television in every room, and I can assure you that you are never alone. This is particularly true when there is nobody in the room with you. Mr. Sanchez will make absolutely sure that you are unable to try anything, and he is the wrong person to cross. If, on the other hand, you do not choose to cross him, he can be a very good friend indeed. He will see to it that your every need is taken care of. You will think that you are living the life of a rich woman in one of your American.. . what is it that I am searching for? Yes. In one of your American country clubs. Anyway, I have spoken long enough. I think that maybe you can use some rest. Just take a nap, relax. Do anything you choose. Goodnight for now, my friend, Cathy."

With that, the lovely, elegant Mexican woman rose from the bed and walked calmly out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Once again Cathy found herself alone. Or at least as alone as one ever was around the strange place where she was being confined against her own wishes. Already she had been exposed to involuntary fellatio by Jose and into lesbian sex by Dolores, and she had hardly even been there for that long. She wondered if she was being watched at that moment. More than likely she was. Perhaps one of the men was even jacking off while staring at her naked body. A little while ago such a possibility would have shocked her a great deal, at least to the point where she would promptly put on her bikini. Now it scarcely concerned her at all. She had been seen naked by at least two people, certainly Jose and Dolores, and presumably by everyone else in the house, according to the way that Dolores described the comprehensive surveillance system in effect.

Now that she was alone, at least to the extent that there was nobody else in her room, she once again sank into a pit of gloom. She thought about the world she had left behind in Chicago. Her life in the Windy City, the law office where she worked, her friends and relatives. All that seemed so remotely removed from her at the moment. She wondered if she would ever return to that world again.

There was one glimmer of hope to which she would return whenever she was alone with her thoughts. At the hotel someone was bound to wonder just what had happened to her. She kept returning to that one central thought, which was sustaining her in this moment of great sorrow and depression.

All of a sudden she began feeling very tired. Her eyelids grew heavy. Cathy Hendricks closed her eyes.

A few minutes later she was sound asleep.