Chapter 7
Clutching her pink panties in her hand, Lizbeth backed up against an adobe wall of the crude jail cell and stared with horror at the beared banditos who gathered around her.
There were four of them, and their eyes were bright with lust as they stared at her full, creamy-white breasts which protruded from her open blouse. Her pink nipples were rigidly erect.
"Pleeease... don't touch me!" she begged.
The beefy man who pushed ahead of the others, apparently the leader of the group, answered in heavily accented English:
"We weel not hurt you, senorita. Aaah, you have beautiful teetees!"
Lizbeth cringed but, with the wall at her back and the men forming a semi-circle around her, she could not get away. She had to let the dirty and disheveled leader of the bandit gang clasp her left breast and squeeze it twistingly, as if he were picking a ripe, luscious fruit from a bough.
The skinny, eagle-beaked man at his side grasped her other breast. She shut her eyes and panted through parted pink lips as the awful man squeezed and pulled at her tits.
Another bandit squatted to lift her skirt above her loins. "RubiaP' he proclaimed as he stared at her golden, wispy tendrils of pus-syfluff.
"Tiene piemas bonitas!" the fourth man said as he, also squatting, gazed at her lovely legs, sheathed in gartered stockings.
The bandit leader pulled her against him, and his moist, pudgy lips spread her delicate pink ones as he hungrily kissed her. His hands glided down her back to grasp her ass-cheeks which were bare below her elevated skirt.
She writhed in revulsion, and her pelvis rubbed against the bandit's coarsely clothed front. She was horrified to feel the rise of his penis!
She squirmed more, but this only excited him further as her lush buttocks rolled in his hands and her titties rubbed against his shirt. He kissed her with plunging tongue, and her anguished mind did not have to strain to imagine that it was his prick which was sinking rhythmically into her.
God, this is going to be even worse than being taken by those two horny policemen! she thought. Four men at once! And they're so dirty and foul-smelling! Oh, I will die!
They were already pushing her down onto one of the cots and pulling the skirt off her. As they tugged at the fabric, it ripped, coming away in shreds. They pulled off her blouse, as well.
She had dropped the panties she had been clutching and was down to just her garter belt and nylons, which served in no way whatsoever to conceal her provocative charms. Rather, the scanty attire framed her delightful pussy and her entire crotch, as the men wrenched her legs wide apart.
"Oooh, please nooooh!" she cried. "Don't
FUCK meeeee!"
Lizbeth had used the lewd word because no other seemed to suffice. The leader of the bandit gang laughed.
"We weel fuck you all right," he replied, "but you weel like eet! Eh, muchachosV
"Si, Pablo!" one of them cried.
Pablo yanked his belt open and let his baggy pants drop. Lizbeth stared in horror at his huge brown cock which leaped to full erection. Heavy balls dangled at its base, with black hairs curled around them. Pablo clutched his prick and skinned back its hood, causing the purplish knob of his organ to swell in naked splendor.
Fm going to get it for sure! Lizbeth thought. Fm going to get it from each and every one of them! They're all going to fuck me, one after the other!
She quivered and switched her wide-eyed gaze to the man at Pablo's left, who also was unfastening his pants. He was the lanky one with the prominent nose, and his upthrust prick proved to be as angular as the rest of him. A veritable sword, it was, with its bare knob not bulging much.
Lizbeth was learning that there were all kinds of cocks ... all lengths and shapes and thicknesses, some sheathed, some not. The whole world seemed to consist of stiff pricks, pointing at her!
Pablo pushed her legs high and held them wide apart, so that he could look at her blonde-fringed, pink pussy, which was softly and moistly puckered open. Whitish sperm clung to its rosy folds, and Pablo made a comment about that to his compadres, mentioning the word policla. Lizbeth concluded that he knew the two policemen had fucked her.
That didn't seem to bother the woman-hungry prisoner as he dropped to a kneeling position between her thighs. He first bent his shaggy head and licked slurpingly at her stiff nipples, causing throbs to radiate through her breasts. He stroked his rough hands up and down her slanted thighs, back and forth across the tightly cinched tops of her stockings and along her garter straps. Then he clutched his turgid lovemaker, and Lizbeth braced herself for his thrust.
It came quickly, spreading the velvet draperies of her cunt and sinking deeply into her creamy but still snug vagina. As the bandit's cock throbbed inside her, she began to respond.
What am I, she wondered wildly, some slut who just hves it, no matter who's doing it to me?
She could not contemplate the answer, for Pablo had begun to stroke and breathe hard as he wallowed atop her, and she was totally mesmerized by the cunt-stuffing plunges of his prick as his balls swung pattingly against her anus. Her titties jiggled, and he stayed up on straight arms to watch them.
This gave the man at his side an opportunity to crowd forward, pushing his skinny hard-on down and pointing it directly at her mouth. Lizbeth grasped it around the shank, permitting the man to take his hand away, and he gazed down through dreamy eyes as she pulled his rigid pecker to her parted lips.
She began to lick the head of the bandit's cock.
This drew excited cries from the two prisoners who hadn't gotten to her as yet, and they let their pants drop. While Pablo fucked her, and she swirled her damp tongue around the head of the other bandit's strong-tasting prick, her rolling eyes caught glimpses of the two remaining men with their cocks rigidly erect as they stroked their foreskins up and down on the horny organs.
Lizbeth sank into a swamp of wanton sen-suousity, no longer caring or even thinking about the moral meaning of her acts, and she opened her mouth wider to take in the cock of the bandit who stood beside her bunk while Pablo screwed his thick prick vigorously in and out of her hotly clasping cunt.
His friend Pedro pumped his slippery pecker between Lizbeth's lips. She slavored copiously, saliva drooling down her tilted cheek, and she swallowed the cock-flavored syrup that filled her mouth.
Pedro fucked her fair face, driving more and more of his rock-hard penis between her pink lips until she felt like a sword swallower. She didn't care! She wanted as much of his raunchy-tasting, stiff prick as she possibly could take into her mouth and throat!
Pablo was slamming his eight-inch, hard salami deep into her throbbing, tingling cunt, rubbing her clitty delightfully with each thrust, and expanding her vaginal walls. One of the masturbating prisoners stood at the foot of the cot to watch his friend's phallus rhythmically sink out of sight into the wet rosy hole of the norteamericana, which was beautifully encircled by blonde curls. The other jack-off stood next to Pedro, watching the girl gulp hungrily at his long, rigid poon-tanger while she made gurgly, groaning sounds. She grasped Pedro's balls and pulled at them.
The eager clasping of her hot lips as they glided up and down on his slippery rod, along with the encompassing warmth of her throat around his cockhead and her plucking at his nuts, so excited the young prisoner that he shot quickly.
"Amy, Chikuahua!" his watching amigo cried as milky sperm bubbled out around the girl's cock-clasping lips. Her throat worked eagerly as she swallowed down as much of his rich cream as she could.
Pablo saw this, also, and he swung an arm, pushing Pedro away. The latter's prick pulled from Lizbeth's mouth while still twitching and spurting. His last blast of sperm splattered against the adobe wall above her. Pablo lowered himself onto widely spread elbows, clutched Lizbeth's tits, and powered his prick into her pussy with unrestrained lust.
"Ooooh . .. oooooh . . . AAAAAH!" she cried, jerking and squirming as she came with him, her hot cunt rippling around his twitching cock as it spurted burst after blissful burst of semen into her passionate depths.
Pablo had no sooner backed off her lust-racked, beautiful body before one of the other men took his place. The fellow, who already had masturbated himself to the edge of climax, required only a few lusty strokes to bring himself off.
Lizbeth climaxed again.
Her hips were still bucking and writhing when the last man dropped into her saddle. He fucked her to yet another climax.
She was utterly drained of all energy and desire by the time he climbed off. Her pink, open honeypot was full to overflowing, and sperm dribbled from it, down her soft crotch and between her buttocks.
She and the male prisoners became aware of shouting voices in the other room. The door burst open and Arturo appeared, with Guillermo and Pepe following fearfully behind.
"Seftor, I am sorry!" the police chief exclaimed in Spanish. "I had no other place to put her!"
The outraged white slaver stared at his prized ex-virgin who lay sprawled on the bunk, the bandits gathered guiltily around her with their exposed penises still dripping.
Arturo crused vilely ... at Guillermo, at the prisoners, at the whole world. The trembling police chief clanked his keys as he fumbled the cell door open.
"I will deal with you later!" Arturo yelled at him. "And as for these pigs ..." he added angrily, indicating the prisoners, "... have them flogged to within an inch of their lives!"
Si, senor!" Guillermo quickly replied. "I will punish them severely!"
Arturo grasped the dazed Lizbeth, jerked her up from the bunk, and yanked her to the door of the cell. Sperm drooled down her thighs, making them slick as butter as they rubbed together.
"And youl" Arturo said to her in English. "You will now make up for this awful thing!"
"Yes . .. yes ..." she stammered, contrite and guilty for having enjoyed the series of rapes. "I will do anything! Just take me back to your place."
"That's where we are going," Arturo said, "to where your two young pupils await us. One of them will fill in for you tonight."
"What?" she asked, staring blearily at him.
"You will find out what I mean after we get there and after I get you cleaned up, you ... you putaF' He spat on her.
Lizbeth cringed.
"Give me her clothes, or what's left of them!" Arturo demanded of the police chief.
Lizbeth's brain was still in a fog. So much had happened so quickly ... too much for her to grasp. And what Arturo had just said about Mary Ellen and Roberta seemed incomprehensible.
But she would soon find out what he had in mind for the two innocent young girls... and this would furnish her greatest shock yet.
Worse, she would find it impossible to resist his depraved, outrageous demands ...