Chapter 8
After bathing and putting on the clean clothes which were provided, Lizbeth had dinner alone in her room. The food delicious, but she couldn't enjoy it. She remained too troubled by all that had happened to her and by what Arturo had said when he had rescued her from the jail.
Shortly after a girl servant ... not Lupita ... removed the dinner tray from Lizbeth's room, she heard the door being unlocked, and
Arturo appeared. He was in a much calmer and more amiable mood than when she had last seen him.
"Well!" he said brightly. "How are you feeling?"
"Not very well," she lied. In truth, she felt quite good, physically. All of her bodily needs had been gratified during the last few hours, and she had gained her strength back. But she was tormented by guilt and by apprehension over what her captor had in mind.
He took a chair next to hers and looked at her with his penetrating, dark eyes.
"Let me explain a few things," he began. "I brought you here to live with me because I admire you very much. That business about the narcotics and your arrest in Tijuana ... it was all, as you Americans say, BULLSHIT."
"I knew that!" Lizbeth replied, anger rising within her. "You had no right..."
He shrugged. "Right and wrong doesn't interest me. I do what I wish. If you want to remain safe and happy, you will set your ideas of right and wrong aside, also."
"Safe and happy!" Lizbeth exploded. "Is that what you call this situatisn I'm in?"
"Don't con me, my dear," he replied. "You were just itching to lose your virginity, and that gang rape in the jail thrilled you silly!
What's more, I believe you are attracted to me, and that you enjoy the luxury you have found here. Am I not correct?"
"You most certainly are not!" Lizbeth declared. "I want to go home!"
Arturo leaned forward, deftly opened her blouse, and brought out a plump, pink-nippled breast. Lizbeth stared down in surprise, watching his strong, long-fingered hand gently squeeze and caress her titty. She felt a warm thrill spread through her, centering in the recently opened channel that tingled between her thighs.
Arturo let her breast bob free and took its jutting nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled the firm, rubbery protrusion, heightening her response.
"Tell me the truth, querida" he murmured in his deep, softly accented voice, "wouldn't you like to fuck with me right now? Or suck me, perhaps?" he added, taking her hand and carrying it to his crotch.
She felt his elongated but still-supple penis throbbing warmly in his trousers.
Her cheeks took on a rosy hue, and she was quite excited. Somehow she couldn't lie any longer. She did find Arturo attractive. And his luxurious way of life certainly appealed to her.
"Here," he invited, directing her fingertips to the tab of his zipper, "open my pants and take out my ... what do you American girls call it?"
"Your cock," Lizbeth said without hesitation, frank language now coming quite easily to her.
"Very well. Take out my cock."
Lizbeth's concerns, about her own future and that of the young girls who had been entrusted to her care, faded into the background, supplanted by rising anticipation as she unzipped the handsome Mexican's fly. Her delicate pale fingers slithered into his pants, encircled the warm column of semi-turgid flesh in his boxer shorts, and lifted it free. His cock curved upward from his open fly, its bare, plumlike head nodding.
"You watched Lupita suck it," he reminded her, "and I wager you yourself did some sucking in that jail ... am I right?"
"They ... they made me!"
"Oh. Well, I am not making you do anything now. Do just what you wish."
Her hand stroked along Arturo's throbby, very warm penis, feeling his supple stalk gain firmness until it was sticking straight up of its own accord. His purplish-pink cockhead bulged.
Lizbeth's mouth shamefully watered. She tried to fight back the urge that came over her, but with little success. She gave up and bowed to Arturo's bristling prick.
He watched sardonically as she licked his tangy-tasting cockhead, and his bulb swelled even larger as her damp tongue delicately stroked it. His rigid shaft assumed a rock-like hardness.
Lizbeth took her time circling his glans with her tongue, tasting him thoroughly and breathing in his faintly musky aroma. Though Arturo kept himself clean, he still smelled and tasted like a man, and she liked that.
She licked down his stalk, letting his knob crawl damply up alongside her nose. Her nostrils dilated, taking in as much of his masculine aroma as possible. Her heart was beating faster, and she had acquired a feathery feeling in the pit of her belly. She wiggled on her chair.
Finally her parted pink lips crawled back to the head of Arturo's cock, and she opened her mouth widely, capping it over his crest. She gave a muffled moan of pleasure as her encircling mouth glided lower on his strong prick. She began to suck, and her senses swirled, heat building within her.
Arturo took her other titty out of her blouse and played with both supple, firm breasts which cascaded forward. Lizbeth's head bobbed as her mouth stroked slowly and suckingly on his upthrust rod. She took more and more of his long, hard pecker into her mouth and throat, not having the slightest tendercy to gag, because she loved the feel of his masculine organ plunging deeply into her mouth and gullet.
Her wiggling on the chair-seat increased as her pussy heated and moistened. She had just put on fresh panties, and already they were becoming soiled by her shameful sex-oozings.
Arturo stood up, gently raising her head and holding it between his hands so that the oral copulation would not be interrupted. He stood in front of her chair, straddling her knees, and stroked his prick straight forward and back between her o-shaped, sucking lips.
Suddenly he pulled back, and his cock flipped straight up, swinging a strand of her saliva like a lariat. He pulled Lizbeth to her feet, not very gently, and turned her toward the bed. Not giving her a chance to climb onto it, he rudely shoved her, and she went sprawling across the wide mattress. He flipped her skirt up and, with one yanking motion of his hand, stripped her silk panties down and off.
He boosted her bottom into the air.
"Now, my pet ..." he said, the harshness of his tone belying the tender word, and he stood with his shins against the side of the bed as he pulled her ass toward him.
His long, hard prick plunged between the moistened lips of her pussy and all the way up her narrow, slick channel.
"Ooooooh!" Lizbeth said, wiggling, rubbing her titties against the bed.
Gripping her by the hips, his fingers crossing the straps of her garters, Arturo rhythmically pulled her toward him as he drove deeply in and out of her cock-pleasing snatch.
Lizbeth had learned to like being jostled that way ... to be dominated by a man when he took her ... and she responded heatedly to Ar-turo's vigorous fucking. She revolved her plump ass in his hands, snapping it upward each time he pulled her toward him, and her tight cunt wrenchingly massaged his rod.
She could feel the veins on his shaft, and the horny ridge of his cockhead, rippling her sensitive cuntal flesh. And by concavely arching her back and driving upward, her clit-tip could feel him, as well.
It was delightful.
"Oooooh, Arturo, I love your fucking!" she moaned.
"Sure you do, my querida," he said in a vibrantly purring tone as he continued his steady, deep-reaching plunges.
"Keep^wing it to me! Oooh God, you've got such a wonderful prick!"
"And you have a lovely cunt, my precious ... warm and tight and slippery! What a shame that you withheld it from men for so long!"
"I won't. .. withhold it any more!" she panted, hunching vigorously, her hair falling across her face. "I want you to fuck... every night!"
"Then you wish to remain with me?" He kept stroking into her.
"Yessss!"
What am I saying? she thought. J have to get the girls back to Alabama! I have a job there.
But it was too late to retract the statement.
Arturo was going on: "And you will help me? You will do whatever I say?"
"Yes ... yessss!" She was out of her mind with passion. "Just keep .... sticking that long, hard thing of yours ... into meeeee! Oooh, I love it!"
The virile, well-built Mexican gripped her hips more fiercely and begun pumping in ana out of her warm pussy at a rapid rate. The front of his body slapped noisily against her asscheeks, shaking them. His jolts rattled her body from hips to head. Her brain swam with lust.
"Oooh ... oooooh ... Ar-ftmw-o!" she panted. "Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
He furiously fucked her, socking his pecker deeply into her wei snatch. The bed vibrated. The whole room seemed to shake. Lizbeth's world rocked on its axis, then all but flipped upside down.
When Arturo exploded in her vagina, sending his hot spurts to the center of her body, she climaxed gloriously. She knew that she was his, and she would have to do whatever he demanded ...
"Oh God, Arturo, no! Not Mary Ellen and Roberta! They're just little girls!"
"Nonsense," he replied as he casually lit a cigar. "They're young women. They have tits. They have hair on their pussies, don't they?"
"Mary Ellen hardly has any tits!" Lizbeth replied. "I don't know about her pussy, but..."
"Well, it's one of two things, my angel," Arturo said firmly as he stood next to the bed, his feet planted a little way apart. He had restored his clothing, and Lizbeth's skirt had dropped to cover her hips and upper thighs as she sat facing him. But her panties still lay on the bed beside her, and she hadn't buttoned her blouse over her breasts.
"Either you help me with your two students, and make them cooperate," Arturo continued "or I must ship the lot of you to South America."
"What?" Her eyes widened.
"There is much demand in the brothels of Buenos Aires for succulent young North Americans ... and for blondes, always. The three of you will bring me a fine price."
"But you wouldn't do that ... not really!" Lizbeth said in horror.
"My dear, I am a businessman," he replied as he calmly puffed on his cigar. "Either the three of you remain with me and entertain my guests here ... or you go South right away."
"Let me entertain your guests, Arturo!" she said eagerly. "Send the girls home, and I well remain. I'll do anything for your guests that you want. I'll... I'll suck their cocks, I'll let them fuck me ..."
"Of course you will." He smiled in self-satisfaction. "I have no doubts about you any more. But I need the young ones, too ...
especially now, when they're both virgins. My guest for this weekend was brought down her on the promise of a virgin to deflower ... and, por Dios, he will have one! I had intended for him to deflower you, but since that no longer is possible, he will have the little blonde girl What is her name? Mary Ellen?"
"NO!" Lizbeth cried. "Let it be Roberta, at least! She's a year older, and I think she can handle it psychologically. But Mary Ellen is so young and innocent!"
"He wants a blonde," Arturo said.
"Well... fuck him.*" Lizbeth blurted.
Arturo chuckled. "No. He will do the fucking. And Mary Ellen will be the one he will fuck... unless the three of you wish to board my plane tonight for a flight South."
"You fiend!" Lizbeth cried.
"Now now, my pet..." he said more softly, as he moved closer. "It was just minutes ago that you said you loved, or words to that effect. Don't you remember?" He took he" face in his hands, so that she would be forced to look up at him.
"Leave the girls alone!" she begged. "Let me send them back to Alabama! Arturo, I'll be your whore! I'll get really dirty!" Her eyes brightened. "I'll put on shows for your guests ... I understand men like that. I'll let them do anything they want to me. Really anything!They can tie me up and... and ..."
"Shhhhhh! You are my girl. I already know that. But what I most need from you right now is your help with the young ones. They must not fight and fuss and beg when I turn them over to a client. That is apt to scare my customers away. Don't you understand?"
Lizbeth could see that there was no hope in pleading with the strong-willed man. Though his voice could change from harsh to soft, he remained set in his purpose.
"All right," she murmured, seeing it as the lesser of the evils. "But it is a terrible thing!" she added.
"I will bring a bottle," he said, walking toward the door, "and you will have a couple of drinks. That will make it easier. Then I will arrange for you to talk with Mary Ellen alone. Above all, do not frighten the child! No talk of South America, understand? She is merely going to have fun. Think of the fun you have had. Make that clear to her. You can do it, my pet."
Arturo left the room, locking the door behind him, and Lizbeth fell across the bed, sobbing.