Be careful what you wish for (closed)

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Okay, okay— get some breath, easy now,” Chewy cooed, pulling Valentina’s head up from the water again, this time helping to spread wet hair away from her face, “the white bitches in the pool, you’re apparently splashing around in waters that she considers hers. Comprende?”

Chewy had gotten enough footage of him raping this girl that he felt confident he could impress those stuck-up bitches babysitting his drugs. Though he was letting up on the drowning routine, he made no attempt to remove his cock from inside of her, only easing into a slower tempo of sliding in and out as he held her against his chest, letting her fill her lungs again and cough up whatever water she might have choked on.

“You’re better off with me anyway, baby. Your little preppy white boy couldn’t fuck you thi-is deep!” for emphasis, Chewy arched his back and pushed his cock all the way into Valentina’s young pussy, “let’s work together now, huh? Teach those blanca bitches a lesson.”

Truthfully, her sputtering mention of “her father” made Chewy realize that he’d been impulsive. He’d never even considered that his mark might be connected—or worse yet, protected. It was too late to backtrack, but he hoped that the damage might be manageable—especially considering the considerable bargaining advantage of having his cock buried inside of her pussy.

“Who is your father, anyway? Not that I’m scared, but just since you seem to want me to know.”

*-*-*

Diego was having an even better time than he’d anticipated at this party, such a good time, in fact that he was growing negligent of his wider responsibilities. In a matter of hours a whole fleet of Southside gangsters would descend upon this party and inside of one hour, the girl in his lap’s mother would be arriving to brief him on her investigation—but none of that overshadowed Olivia’s gorgeous dance astride his leg as she climaxed for him.

“Good girl,” Diego whispered into Olivia’s ear, relenting his attention to her weeping sex to caress her thighs, “get up and bend over the arm of the couch. I’m going to fuck you—but no matter what else happens, I’m doing this because I want to. I want you, Olivia. Not for what you have or what you can do for me, I want you because of who you are.”

With this, Diego helped Olivia out of his lap and gently pulled Bethan’s head up from his cock. While Olivia positioned herself, Diego guided Bethan’s face to his, kissing her deeply and passionately. Her reward for obedience. Next, he turned to Emily, who he’d decided was the most craven and desperate whore of the three, so he merely slapped her with and open palm to her face and guided her by the throat onto the couch and between Olivia’s waiting thighs.

“Lick her, bitch. Make her ready for me,” Diego ordered, standing up to remove his slacks completely and toss his shirt open, “be a good little whore and I’ll make time for you at the end.”

Perhaps he was taking a risk, asserting his dominance in such a brazen manner, but it seemed quite obvious that his dominance was exactly what these girls were after, in one way or another. Diego helped Bethan to her feet from her knees, going on to help her out of her billowy top. He kissed her again, this time without tenderness but only hunger, caressing her ample, firm breast before guiding her over toward the arm of the couch.

“Olivia, baby. I want you to lick your friend, Bethany while I fuck you—okay? I’m going to fuck her, too—but it’s all a part of my time with you, understand? You are the one I want.” Diego lifted Olivia’s head and held firm eye contact with her as he guided her face toward Bethan’s pussy, “you’re both going to love it.”

With that he guided Bethan by the small of her back and Olivia by the back of her head until Olivia had her mouth on Bethan’s eager pussy. They were just as he wanted them, with Emily eating Olivia, Olivia eating Bethan and Emily just wishing for more. He straddled Emily’s chest, his heavy balls coming to rest on her throat before he grasped the center of his cock and began stroking the length of her sex, teasing her open before he slid himself inside fully, not hesitating or rushing.

He gripped her hips tightly to keep her in place, buried on his cock.

“If it hurts, it won’t for long. Just focus on me,” Diego whispered, leaning forward so that his lips could brush Olivia’s ear and his breath would tickle Bethan’s inner thigh, “I’m proud to be your first, Olivia. I want you to enjoy this.”

At that last bit, Diego nudged Emily impatiently with his heel, the same way he spurred his horse when he wanted it to work harder.

 

[Curious_Muse]

When Chewy lifted her up again, Valentina coughed up water violently, heaving and sputtering in his grip. She still had no idea what he was talking about, who had sent him after her, what the fuck he wanted. “What…what white bitches?” she managed to croak between coughs, trying to understand why her evening had derailed so disastrously. Her fingers still curled around the porcelain of the toilet bowl, she was catching her breath, greedily sucking air into her aching lungs. He still moved in and out of her abused pussy, keeping a slower, but steady pace. “What…do…they…want…?” she said hoarsely, each word punctuated by his thrusts.

Valentina fell back against his chest limply when he pulled her back against him. Her head was spinning. Shaken, still trying to breathe more calmly, she was unable to concentrate on what Chewy was saying. He kept fucking her, lifting her up in his lap each time he bottomed out inside her. Shit, it still hurt, but it did not feel all bad anymore. Her tight little pussy was wet, and it was wet for him, not only for what she had expected to get from Tom. Her fingers dug into his thighs as he buried himself fully in her slick cunt once more, and she whimpered, and bit her lip hard to suppress a moan.

She did not say anything when he asked her to “teach those blanca bitches a lesson”, though the prospect of payback for everyone involved sounded sweet. And there would be payback.

“I’m the daughter of Miguel Ángel Lopez Castillo.” Valentina paused, letting the weight of that name sink in. If the motherfucker who was assaulting her was half the badass he pretended to be, he would know who the cartel leader was, and what he was capable of. Chewy had stopped moving inside her.

“If you have any brains at all, you should be pretty fucking scared.”

***

Olivia trembled while she came down from her orgasm, and she leant against Diego with a content smile as he caressed her thigh. She felt content, confused and somewhat embarrassed, both worried that he would find her lack of experience boring and think of her as nothing but a little slut. “Diego…,” she started, but he kissed her neck, told her that he wanted to fuck her, now. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as he gently caressed her naked thigh, whispering in her ear that he wanted her. “I want you to,” she said softly, and meant it. In one movement she pulled her dress over her head and got up. “I want you to fuck me,” she said, looking at him, while unfastening her bra. “I want you to be my first,” she added, blushing deeply, while she stepped out of her panties.

Emily watched him with a smirk, silently congratulating the guy for his way with words. He was not likely to ever not get what he wanted, she thought, especially when he had his mind set on pussy. When his fingers closed around her throat, Emily locked eyes with him and smiled wickedly, the skin of her face red where he had slapped her. It was clear how much she enjoyed this. “Yes,” she moaned softly, letting him guide her over to the sofa. “I’ll be your good little whore.” Her pussy was throbbing as she positioned herself between Olivia’s thighs. She was the only one of the three who was still dressed, even if this meant only a bikini and a loose T-shirt, and all she now wanted was for Diego to rip it all off and fuck her hard. Make her scream. She wanted him to make her his little whore, imagined him sharing her with his equally fuckable friends. Emily chuckled at herself and her coke-fed, depraved mind. The party was just beginning and surely there would be time for all that, later. Now it was time to finally get her best friend laid, and in the best possible scenario possible. She smiled up at her friend’s sweet pussy, caressing the slick lips with her fingers. What better way to have her cherry popped than this?

Olivia shifted around uncomfortably as she was bent over the side of the sofa, waiting. Her heart was hammering against her chest so fast that she was afraid she might pass out. It was going to happen, finally. He was really going to fuck her, here and now. “It’ll be amazing, babe,” Emily whispered hotly beneath her. “You’ll see.” With that, her little pink tongue darted between Olivia’s pussy lips, making her squirm. It felt amazing. Emily licked and nibbled along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and went back to flicker her tongue against her clit. Fuck, where had that girl learned to eat pussy like that? Olivia’s fingers dug into the fabric of the couch and she started to moan softly, dimly aware that Bethan lay down in front of her, her legs spread lewdly, giving Olivia full access to her weeping cunt. Diego whispered in her ear, and his accent only added to her arousal. He wanted her. Only her. All she could do was nod through the whimpers and moans Emily continued to draw from her.

Bethan looked eager, and it was clear that the timid redhead had fantasized about this before. Tentatively, mimicking Emily, Olivia started to lick along the girl’s inner thighs and along her shaved pussy lips, flicking her tongue over the exposed nub of her clit. Bethan moaned loudly and, with one hand on the back of Olivia’s head, urged her on to continue. “Please, yes…,” she breathed, spreading her legs wider for her, bucking against her face.

Then Diego was behind her, and she tensed. Olivia gasped loudly as he pushed his cock into her slick pussy in one stroke. There was a sharp pinching pain when he bottomed out in her, but the slight discomfort she felt immediately made way for pleasure. “Yes…,” she sighed, arching her back, all inhibitions forgotten. Emily watched his beautiful, thick cock slide into her best friend’s slick little pussy. This close up, she could lick his balls as he fucked Olivia for the first time, and she did, her tongue sliding from Olivia’s clit to his balls, sucking softly, savoring all of it.

***

Inez looked at the phone angrily buzzing across the table again. Valentina had taken off with that jock Tom Dylan, and left her phone in her cousin’s care. Now she eyed the display light up with yet another missed call, the third one in a row. A number in Mexico. She had always thought that Valentina’s father was way too protective of his teenaged daughter, that he should let her enjoy at least that one party without breathing down her neck like this. Nevertheless she was a bit nervous to be left managing Señor Lopez all by herself.

“Have you seen my cousin?” she asked Zoe, who was excitedly telling her about a guy who brought a whole pound of the finest Colombian snow to the party and who was eager to share.

“I have not seen her, but I imagine that she and Tom are somewhere at the beach or in the house, doing the nasty.”

Inez rolled her eyes. “That guy really needs his attention span checked.” She did not understand what chicks saw in that preppy dude, but he definitely left a high body count in his wake. She thought that her lovely cousin was really out of his league, but Valentina could definitely hold her own. If anything, that pampered rich boy would have to watch his back. Like her dad, Valentina was ruthless in her pursuit of what she wanted, and she did not take slights lightly.

Zoe pulled impatiently on Inez’ arm. “Come on! Let’s go to the pool house. I swear this is the best coke you have ever tried.” Inez sighed and nodded. “Ok, sure, let me just grab…” From the corner of her eye, she saw Tom Dylan walk past, alone.

“Hey Tom, where is Valentina?” He looked at her, visibly annoyed. “The fuck if I know, I guess she must have changed her mind,” he snapped. “Fucking cocktease.” Zoe snickered.

“You’re such an asshole,” Inez commented flatly. Then, without another word for Tom, she turned to Zoe. “I’m gonna look for Valentina, and then join you at the pool house.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Lopez?!?” Chewy gasped, the name sending a frigid spike of ice down his spine, “Madre de Dios! Why didn’t you say something?”

It was a knee-jerk kind of question, he knew that he hadn’t given her the opportunity to speak, these beautiful teenaged girls were nothing if not persuasive and cunning—but now he was in a world of shit. His hips continued sliding his cock in and out of her at a pace that could only be described as contemplative as he sought an answer to how he was going to get himself out of this mess without a burning tire melting around his neck.

“Fuck, shit—I’m sorry, alright? I’m so fucking sorry, you don’t even know. I got set up, okay? I didn’t know who you were, and neither did those bitches who sent me. I’m just a soldier caught in the middle. Now that I do know—I’m yours, understand? I owe you. I’ll do anything you need, for as long as it takes to make this right. I’m your soldier now. You and I share a common goal, to keep certain things hidden from your father, without actually crossing him—unless he knows that you’re here, at a party in the suburbs, unsupervised.”

Perhaps Chewy’s argument would have been more compelling if he hadn’t still been sliding his cock in and out of Valentina’s young pussy, but he was scared and frantic, fucking helped him to think more clearly. Perhaps it even made his case more compelling that he continued to dick down the Cartel Boss’ daughter. Maybe it was something she’d want to keep secret herself… maybe she’d even begun to enjoy it.

In either case, the power dynamic had swung dramatically, and Chewy was now clinging to Valentina, his arms wrapped around her slender body almost lovingly as he pressed his cheek against her shoulder and pressed his cock inside her once again.

“Please, I’m begging you. Don’t tell anyone about this. They’ll torture me… they’ll kill my family. I promise, I’ll do anything to make this right.”

As he begged, he continued to give much gentler and more plaintive strokes with his hips, almost begging with his cock as well.

*-*-*

Diego sighed in abject pleasure as his cock filled Olivia’s untouched hole and Emily’s eager little mouth slathered his balls in warm, wet attention. It was good—so fucking good he could barely stand it. He’d had sex with beautiful women all around the world in all sorts of situations, but it dimly dawned on him that this was his first FFFM foursome—at least his first consensual foursome of this nature.

It was a night for firsts.

“Don’t push her,” Diego locked eyes with Bethan, shoving her forearm away from Olivia’s head, “she’ll lick you as she sees fit. I’m controlling the pace here, not you. If you must touch her, you may stroke her hair or caress her face, but do not push her. One word from her and your night ends here. Understand?

“And you, whore! Who told you to suck my balls? You’re supposed to be licking Olivia, I didn’t give you permission to put your filthy whore mouth on me. If I want my balls sucked, I’ll tell you to suck them. You are not to touch me—or yourself without my say-so. Don’t answer. The only sounds I want to hear from you are the sounds of sucking clit. You got that?”

With the bit-players sufficiently reorganized, Diego at last withdrew his cock from its place in the deepest depths of Olivia. He slid back slowly and thrust back in decisively, running his hands slowly and appreciatively over the deep arch of Olivia’s back. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, her unspoiled beauty unmatched in art or nature. Models and trophy wives spent millions worldwide trying to replicate what Olivia embodied without even trying. As his hands settled on the firm globes of her ass, his pace began to quicken ever so slightly, still well short of violent.

“That’s better. Those are my good girls,” Diego smiled, reluctantly removing one hand from Olivia’s body to caress Bethan’s face and slip his thumb between her parted, pink lips, “yes, just like that. Fuck baby, your pussy feels so damn good.”

His pace quickened again, Olivia’s virgin hole was beginning to take the shape of his cock—a perfect fit. Her pussy was beginning to make a wet, sloshing noise as he moved back and forth. She was so wet and so warm. He’d never considered committing himself to one pussy for the rest of his life, but Olivia’s pussy made him think that he could live to be a hundred years old and never need another pussy other than this one.

“You need to ask permission before you cum. If anyone cums without permission, she’ll have a punishment in store.”

 

[Curious_Muse]

“Because you were holding my head underwater in a toilet bowl while raping me,” Valentina stated dryly, every word another nail in his coffin. “Do you know what my father did to the last guy who so much as kissed me?” She enjoyed the fact that he winced at that. “And that was consensual.”

She was impressed that the jackass managed to maintain his boner, and gasped as he continued to fuck her, gently now, but just as deep as before. When he bottomed out she whimpered, her tight, abused little pussy barely able to accommodate his size. Valentina only half-listened to his whining and pleading, angry to realize that this pendejo would not have hesitated twice if her father had not been a renowned killer. The things he would do to the guy who had done the things that this asshole had done to his daughter…even Valentina had trouble imagining it, and she had a very vivid imagination.

The problem was that her father, bless his heart, thought she was a virgin, when she had crossed that road quite a long time ago. And while the bulk of his anger would always be directed against anyone doing the nasty with his darling daughter, Valentina knew that he would be disappointed in her, and her father did not handle disappointment very well.

Besides, she resented the fact that the fear she inspired was because of another man. Maybe it was time for Valentina Lopez to make her own reputation. The asshole had mentioned some white bitches. Maybe it was indeed lesson time, and it seemed like these blancas were a good place to start.

These thoughts all went through her head, but it was decidedly difficult to think clearly while this guy was still fucking her, with her teetering on the brink of giving in to it. If she was to make an informed decision, she needed this out of the way first.

“Make me cum, and do it well. Consider it your job interview. If I like the way you get me off, I might agree to a deal.”

***

Olivia barely heard what Diego said. As he pushed himself inside her again, she arched her back for him, enjoying every inch of his cock. This was so much better than she had ever imagined. This was all she wanted to do from now on, she thought. Fuck, why did anyone do anything else, ever?

Emily, ever the obedient little whore, sucked on her friend’s clit, flicked it with her tongue, making Olivia pant as Diego expertly fucked her. She thoroughly enjoyed watching his thick cock slide in and out of her tight little pussy so close up, a sight so erotic that she thought she might cum from just watching. Olivia’s pussy was now overflowing, and the juices dripped into her mouth as she continued to lick and suck her. She tasted so sweet. Nobody was to cum until Diego said so? Emily knew that Olivia did not stand a chance. The thought only motivated her to double her efforts.

The slender girl whimpered, squirmed in Diego’s grip, pushed herself up on her tiptoes, all in an attempt to escape climax. “Diego…,” she breathed, before her voice trailed off into a low, plaintive moan. Emily smiled to herself. Good girl.

Olivia tried, half-heartedly, to delay the approaching orgasm, but even if she would have known how, she probably would not have succeeded. The double attack of Diego and Emily left her no time to beg, no time to stop it. Suddenly, her body tensed, and her impossibly tight little pussy clamped down on Diego’s cock like a vice. Olivia came so hard that she thought she might pass out, moaning in ecstasy, pushing back against him, bucking at Emily. Her fingers dug into the tender flesh of Bethan’s inner thighs and the girl cried out in surprise and pain. Olivia shivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy still milking Diego’s cock. “…sorry,” she managed to stammer, barely able to stand. “That was amazing.”

Emily was satisfied with her work. What, she wondered, would punishment entail?

“Wow…that was fucking hot.”

Emily turned to see Zoe casually leaning against the closed door of the pool house, one hand down the front of her bikini bottoms, her fingers rubbing slow circles under the fabric. Nobody had heard her come in, but it was clear that she was enjoying the show.

“I see little Livy finally got her V-card punched, and in style,” she said without interrupting the movement of her hand. She locked eyes with Diego. “Do you have room for one more?”

***

“Look, I’m sorry, ok? I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Tom was kneeling at the side of the pool, armed with his most charming jock smile. He had put one hand possessively on Olga’s shoulder while he was speaking.

“Can you forgive me?”

Olga did not react, but Blaire saw how much she was enjoying the – predictable – groveling. Tom, who noticed it, too, despite her fake icy silence, started to massage her shoulders, and to Blaire’s horror, she let him. As ruthless and smart as their pack leader could be, she was incapable to get over her crippling vanity and the accompanying obsession with Tom fucking Dylan, who, after having lost his Mexican fuck toy, now suffered from a bad case of blue balls. It was fucking pathetic.

“How do you plan to make it up to me?” Olga said in a flirty voice that Blaire found irritating. Amanda, always the docile little idiot, giggled.

In lieu of an answer, Tom started to massage the girl’s shoulders with more urgency, his fingertips dangerously close to the top of her bikini-clad breasts. Olga leant back and closed her eyes. He leant down to half growl, half whisper: “Whatever you want, baby.”

Blaire rolled her eyes and groaned.

Tom shot her an angry look, but Olga lifted herself up and got out of the pool. “But…but what if…that guy comes back?” Amanda asked, nervously aware that she would likely be the first in the line of fire now, having already been offered as bait once. Olga waved her objection away impatiently. “Whatever, distract him, he’s probably busy with that slut anyway.” With that, she put her arm around Tom and turned towards the house.

From over his shoulder, helping himself to a handful of Olga’s perfect round ass cheeks, Tom smirked at Blaire. This party started to seriously suck balls. She flipped him off, and turned to Amanda. “Give me two of these fucking pills.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“I can do that,” Chewy smirked as Valentina made him an offer he wouldn’t dream of refusing, “I can do that really well. So glad that you came around to be reasonable.”

Chewy moved his tattooed hands from Valentina’s hips, bruises already beginning to form there from his rough grasp and slid his palms over her smooth stomach and up to cradle her full, jiggling breasts from the back. He pressed his chest and damp midsection against her back and began lifting and lowering her in his lap, in opposition to his own body arching around hers. His pace increased, but the intensity subsided slightly. No longer was he slamming her cervix like before—more like stroking and caressing her deepest parts, as if he were trying to sign his name inside her deepest spots with an impossibly thick brush.

“You like that, chica? Feels good when it’s deep like that, huh? Your little white boyfriend couldn’t hit it like this. I bet nobody you’ve been with has ever hit it like this.”

Chewy’s hands on her breasts squeezed tighter, but not enough to cause discomfort, instead his grasp hovered right on that precipice between pleasure and pain, only to slide over her soft flesh just before the pain would become too much. As his fingers slid across her flesh, they crept inward, merging together at her erect nipples which he pinched—hard.

Valentina’s pussy was unmistakably wet, which told Chewy that at least some of his rough treatment was exciting her. This tight, little, mafia princess had probably never been used roughly by anyone ever in her life, and now—despite her understandable outrage, she was reveling in it. Chewy’s hands flexed as he squeezed her nipples even tighter and arched his back to surge back into her deepest parts.

“We make a good team, Valentina—a good fit. I can make things happen for you, not just tonight. I’ve got connections all throughout LA and even San Diego,” Chewy whispered huskily, hopeful that most of Valentina’s closest confidants were international. Cartel bosses seldom wanted their offspring to be caught in the fallout of their business dealings, “we can carve out our own place in South America, separate from your dad and my gang. We can be business partners.”

At the word “partners,” Chewy released Valentina’s abused nipples together, letting her feel the blood suddenly surge back into them—something like pain, something like impossible pleasure, while he lifted his torso from her back and got back to long strokes. These still weren’t the violent thrusts of before—but he surely wasn’t being gentle with her insides anymore. He gained more momentum still.

“Yes, yes, yes—I can’t believe I didn’t notice how fucking hot you are, baby. You deserve to own that bitch Olga and her little tribe of clingers. They’re who sent me after you in the first place. You deserve to be a queen, not a sheltered little princess. It’s time for you to make your own name now, Valentina—and I’m just the one to help you.”

Chewy hoped she was enjoying their newfound partnership as much as he was. Especially since he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take before cumming. It might be advantageous to finish inside her—given her family, but if he knocked her up, there would be no denying that this had happened.

“Cum for me, Valentina. Seal this alliance in electric pleasure!”

*-*-*

Diego gasped in genuine surprise when Olivia’s already tight pussy clamped down on him, suddenly restricting his movements in and out, so instead he just groaned along with her climax and held himself there, as deep inside as he could get, and let her spasming pussy milk him. He’d barely had the chance to warn her against cumming before she was doing it—it turned him on that she was so turned on—but he wasn’t nearly finished and he had to honor his word to punish her.

A few random thoughts flashed across his brain before he decided to let her off easy. It was her fist time after all, and she was no match for him. When she apologized, he leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on the back of her head.

“No preocupes, amor. I won’t punish you hard,” like I did your mother Diego finished his sentence inwardly, best not to bring that up now, “for your punishment, I’m going to take your other virginity. When I’m fucking your ass, you may cum as many times as you desire—as long as you make Bethany cum first.”

Diego still didn’t quite remember Bethan’s name and when he heard Zoe’s voice from across the room, he was absolutely certain that he had completely forgotten the blonde’s name—but her hand down the front of her bikini bottoms exposed more of her chiseled stomach than he’d seen prior and couldn’t quite find it in himself to deny her.

“Red there is next in line, after I’m finished breaking in Olivia’s precious holes—but you can jump in front of the little slut down there,” he indicated Emily by nudging her hip with his heel, like he spurred his horse on the agave farm, “but I can break you off, if you can prove your value to me. Do you eat ass? I’d love to have my ass eaten while I’m fucking hers.”

Diego left little room for doubt over which “her” he meant as he slowly drew his huge cock out of Olivia’s still quivering pussy and began to push at her puckered, little, anal hole—the last virgin hole in her body. When his cock pulled free of her pussy, her freshly climaxed pussy showered Emily’s face with wetness and thick cream.

“You’d better eat her good, slut,” he spurred Emily on again, “bury that tongue all the way inside her now. Get her to re-lax.”

Diego was grunting over the struggle to get his cock—even wet as it was, into Olivia’s virgin asshole. Just as he considered trying to come up with a pet name for Zoe, so as to request some lubrication, he managed to force the head inside and sighed deeply. He gently gathered Olivia’s long, brunette hair away from her face, into one large bundle in his palm, lifting it away from her back as he slowly, inch by slow inch, sank deeper into her ass.

“You’d better get to work too, Livvy. Until Red cums, you’re still supposed to be abstaining.”

 

[Curious_Muse]

A talker, Valentina noted dryly. That was something she would have to address at some point. She did not feel like making conversation, not with him balls deep in her pussy. She did not care if he thought that Tom was her boyfriend instead of just another summer party lay, or that he was sure that she had never been with anyone who could fuck her as well as he thought he did. She smirked, wondering what it was that made men think she could not provide for herself on that front, or that she would hesitate one second to tell a dude if he was not doing it for her.

He did a good enough job, fucking her with long, hard strokes the way she liked it, and her aching pussy was now wet and ready for him, dimming the pain of his earlier assault. Valentina moved with him, grinding her ass into his lap, clenching her pussy around his cock. “Very nice, cholo, keep it up and might not have my dad skin you alive…,” she groaned. She thoroughly enjoyed reminding him of his situation, and that his life quite literally depended on how much she liked what he was able to do with his cock.

So far, so good.

Arching her back, pushing her breasts into his hands to encourage him, she gasped as he pinched down hard on her nipples. A tingle shot down her spine. Rough play was something she immensely enjoyed and that she did not get often enough, usually because the men fucking her usually could not forget who her father was. It was the rather annoying downside of being the daughter of a feared killer, but this asshole here would not dare to refuse her.

“Harder,” she whispered, her head leaning back against his chest. “Fuck me harder.”

It felt great. She moaned loudly, one arm around his neck, grinding against him and enjoying every inch of his cock, as he was droning on about business and partnering up for a little Lopez franchise. She wondered what her dad would do if he found out that she was entering the business behind his back, teaming up with some gangbanger from the bad part of LA. He might actually find that hilarious.

“Don’t you dare to cum in me, pendejo,” she hissed warningly between moans. “This is not for you to get off, comprende? This is all for me.”

With that, she let herself go, writhing in his lap and rocking back at him, chasing her orgasm that was so close. She vaguely heard him mentioned some chick called “Olga” and thought how much she would enjoy taking that blanca bitch down. The things she could do to her and her little minions! Delicious, devious things. Valentina had a small army of sick killers and perverts at her fingertips, and those stuck-up white girls would get a tough lesson in consquences. The thought made her grind down on Chewy with even more vigor.

“Yes, that’s it! Fuck, this is good,” she panted. Her orgasm hit her like a tall ocean wave, engulfing all of her, She felt her pussy clamp down on him hard, and she screamed scratching at his arms and his upper thighs, leaving marks, while she kept grinding her climax out on his cock. “Good job,” she panted, her eyes closed, now limp in his grip, and his cock still inside her. “You’re hired.”

***

Shit, Emily thought. If an ass fuck with a cock of that size was Diego’s definition of “not punishing her hard”, then what on earth was his idea of a harsh punishment? That shit would hurt. Even though she had enjoyed a few rougher backdoor fucks herself, she would have been hesitant to allow Diego access to her ass.

At the same time, the thought of being able to watch Livy being taken that way excited her. Her friend, still somewhat drugged and weak-kneed from her earlier mind-shattering climax, looked worried at Diego’s announcement, but she did not protest. “Go easy on me, Diego,” she only whispered anxiously. “Don’t hurt me.” Emily gently stroked the insides of her thighs, her taut stomach, hoping that she could calm her a little by keeping her distracted with other sensations. Other pleasures.

“It’s Bethan,” the timid redhead mumbled to no one in particular at Diego’s slip. Emily wondered if she had quite registered that Diego planned on fucking her next. As far as she knew, the uptight British girl was still a virgin and had never had a boyfriend in her new school. She smirked. This promised to get quite interesting. Zoe was still rubbing her clit inside her bikini bottoms while listening to Diego’s proposal. “Sure thing,” she said lightly, and pushed herself away from the door.

Olivia, tense and anxious, awaited her punishment. She was not keen on Diego taking her ass, but did not dare to refuse him and be, for lack of a better expression, a pussy. “Zoe,” she called over to the girl who had approached them. “Maybe I need another line of that coke over there, can you give me some?” The blonde laughed, and nodded. “Good thinking,” she said as she scooped up a bit of coke and handed it to Olivia on the tip of her nail. “This sure will make it easier, babe.” Olivia inhaled deeply, clamping one nostril shut, and wiped the rest of the powder away with the back of that hand. When she felt Diego’s cock slide out of her pussy, she groaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Her own juices were running down the insides of her thighs. So this was what it felt like to just have been expertly fucked, she thought, grinning. “You did it,” Emily whispered from beneath her, wiggling her eyebrows. “One to go.”

She gasped as Diego was trying to shove his cock into her tiny asshole. There was no way it would not rip her in half. He was grunting behind her, determined to make good on his promise of punishment, and for a brief moment Olivia pondered how fast this party had escalated. Not in a million years would she have considered that she might end up being ass-fucked by her dad’s smoking-hot consultant-boss while Emily was eating her pussy and she was eating Bethan’s. And her dad had been worried about her maybe smoking a joint!

Zoe was kneeling behind Diego, her hands resting against the back of his upper thighs, before she started to lick his ass, her tongue rimming the puckered hole with abandon before she licked across it in broad, wet strokes. She had never eaten ass before and hoped that this was what he had had in mind, but she was confident he would let her know if not.

The pain made her tense up, and she whimpered with pain. “Fuck, Diego, it doesn’t fit,” she whispered in panic as he kept pushing, driving her onto her tiptoes. “Relax,” Emily whispered, before going to work on her pussy, flicking her tongue over her swollen clit in fast, firm movements of her tongue, teasing the entrance of her pussy with one finger. Olivia rewarded her efforts with a deep sigh, and just then the head of Diego’s cock forced its way inside her tight asshole.

“Shit,” she gasped, driven forward over the couch and face first into Bethan’s crotch, who, propped up on her elbows, was watching her expectantly. Diego pulled her head back by her hair, which sent a pleasant tingle down her spine despite the discomfort. His cock was stretching her so much that she thought she might not be able to breathe anymore, filled as completely as she now was. “Yes, ok,” she managed to pant at his comment, before starting to get to work on Bethan’s pussy. The girl was so wet and ready, moaning loudly when the tip of her tongue just barely flicked against her pussy lips, that Olivia thought she might come on the spot.

Conscious of Diego’s earlier rebuke, Bethan did not dare to touch or even talk to Olivia. All she could do was buck in her face, her head fallen back, moaning as she was approaching orgasm fast. Olivia winced as inch after inch of Diego’s cock sank into her overstretched asshole. Emily’s efforts did not remain without effect, either. Always the perfect hostess, she was determined to help her friend relax and enjoy this, but it was soon clear that she might overshoot her mark. Olivia gasped as she worked on her pussy with her fingers, her tongue, her lips. Bethan was moaning loudly, too, and Olivia eagerly sucked her slick little clit into her mouth, desperate now not to overtake her. She was scared to find out what another act of disobedience might bring, and did not want to risk another punishment.

“Oh god…”, she sighed, tensing up, hoping that she would not even be able to climax so soon again. But the onslaught on her body was simply too much. Her knees shaking, tensing against Diego, she came again, unable to prevent it, and only noticed that just after her, Bethan started to cum, too, trashing against her, both hands digging into the fabric of the sofa. Would such a close finish count?

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Yes, oh fucking hell, yes,” Diego sighed, cherishing the onslaught of sensations and sounds surrounding him—his big cock buried inside Olivia’s quivering ass, his heavy balls grinding across Emily’s throat and chin, the sight and sounds of Bethan tumbling over the edge of her climax and Zoe’s warm, eager tongue writhing against his asshole—it was bliss, “just like that, that’s my good girl.”

It might have been unclear just who he was addressing, if Diego hadn’t leaned forward to embrace Olivia, his hands coming to cup and caress her firm, hanging breasts while she climaxed around his anal intrusion. He could feel himself growing close as well, given how much was going on around him, but he wanted to hold off long enough to reward Olivia with at least a few more anal orgasms before he filled her up with his cum.

His fingers sought out her nipples, pinching them just between gently and roughly, twisting them just slightly as he slid his cock in, then back the other way when he withdrew, forcing Zoe’s tongue more roughly against his anal pucker each time he withdrew. Perhaps he’d been too harsh on the suburbs before. He was enjoying himself very much now.

“Go on, amor—keep cumming for me, now. You may cum as much as you want. From now on, you and I will do this again and again. I never want to stop fucking you,” Diego’s voice was a husky whisper as he renewed his pace once more, his own impending climax driving him to faster fucking, “you, slut!” this was directed at Emily, “now you may suck my balls.”

As he started to move faster, Diego reluctantly released one of Olivia’s breasts to grasp the back of Zoe’s head, pinning her face between his sculpted ass cheeks and keeping her there so that he would not continue colliding with her face on his backstrokes. His grip kept her securely bound against her target and allowed her to move in perfect tandem with his thrusts.

“Bethan!” this time, Diego got her name correct, “sit up and come make out with me. I’m going to fuck you after I’m finished with her. You want that don’t you? Tell me you want to fuck me and kiss me deeply.”

Diego had no sincere romantic inclinations toward Bethan, but she was a world class beauty, to be sure and as far as conquests went, she was a worthy one. All of these girls were worthy conquests to him, with the exception of Olivia—she would be his greatest prize. He didn’t look forward to explaining to his ‘puta’ that not only had he ravished her daughter, but that he had no intention of returning her to her old life—but he was confident he’d find a way to break that news.

“Yes, yes!” Diego cried again, his other hand leaving Olivia’s chest to caress Bethan’s pale, smooth body, “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum in you Olivia! I’m going to fill you up, it’s all yours.”

As he announced his climax, Diego kissed Bethan, overruling any hesitation she still demonstrated, while burying himself balls deep inside Olivia’s ass. The swell of his cum surged through the long shaft of his cock once the root was pushed inside. His cock tugged and jerked inside her slender body, spraying thick, hot semen into her deepest parts in thick, full jets of fluid. His tongue writhed against Bethan’s as he emptied his balls into his intended, over and over until at last it was just jerking inside her and softening back to flaccidity.

“Hey slut,” again, this was to Emily, “when I pull out, I want you to wrap your whore mouth around her ass and suck out every last drop of my cum, “ Diego was already positioning Bethan’s body into a position for when he was ready to fuck her next, “if you miss any, you’ll fucking regret it, understand? You, I will not go easy on. Then, once you have it all, I want you to slowly pass all of it into…” Diego struggled for a name for a moment, “Zoe’s mouth. Then, Zoe, you’ll pass it to Bethan. Then, finally, Bethan you’ll give it all back to Olivia—for her to swallow or share as she sees fit. Understand? Go!”

There came a faint popping sound and a rather uncomfortable gurgling sound as Diego at last removed his cock from Olivia’s ass. He allowed Zoe to lift her face from between his ass cheeks and await her turn in the waterfall relay. While Emily sucked Olivia’s ass like a thick straw, Diego stood up from the couch and embraced Olivia, kissing her tenderly and passionately—visibly different from how he’d kissed Bethan.

“You did wonderful, mi amor. I never expected to fall in love in the suburbs, but I think that I might love you.”

*-*-*

Chewy was less and less sure that he was enjoying fucking Valentina—her every encouragement laced with a threat, her every enticement a demand. He fucked her harder, as she commanded, but the coaxing wetness of her surprisingly agile pussy was driving him nearer and nearer catastrophe.

Her silken hair was draped across his chest and her moans were melodic and unafraid. The unmistakable clenching at the back of his balls told him that he needed to wrap this up quickly. For a moment he contemplated it—knocking up the daughter of the boss of all bosses, if necessity forced them all to accept him. Visions of palatial estates overlooking the gorgeous acres of agave—of infinity pools that seemed to overflow directly into the crystal blue gulf…

Her renewed chastisement brought Chewy back to reality—but was it already too late?

“Aw, bitch! All these rules!” Chewy lamented, grabbing his cock fiercely around the root and closing off the path of his soon to escape cum, “I’m close!”

Chewy strangled the base of his cock viciously, continuing his frantic motions while his cock jerked and spasmed inside of her, trying to unclog itself and complete the process that it had instinctively commenced. When she, mercifully, started cumming, Chewy wrestled with his cock like it was a separate being. Everything about her climax—from the primal moans and writhing of her perfect body, to the physical contractions of her pussy around his strangled member, made his body want the release that he was physically restraining.

It was agony!

Chewy was grunting and panting—making words in any language seemed like long algebra in the face of the pain he was experiencing. Yet he continued on, forcing back his jizz by brute strength alone. He held on like his life depended on it, which in fact, it did.

When she was finally finished and apparently satisfied, Chewy pulled out urgently and finally relented his grasp to free his semen. He groaned loudly and nearly shit himself with the relief of finally expelling the pent up orgasm over Valentina’s round, perfect ass. Being held back, nearly to injury, his climax was several times over multiplied in volume and force. His first glut of jizz streaking so high across her back that it landed among her long, silken hair. His next blast he aimed at her ass, it spread out to the diameter of a tea saucer before it ended, dripping and splattering across her legs.

When he was finally finished, he was panting hard and she was drenched in his cum, kneeling in a rather wide pool of it.

“I’m glad this worked out so well,” Chewy was panting as well, clinging to Valentina as she clung to him, feeling like a limp rag, “thank you for having mercy on me. I mean that.”

The release had left him vulnerable in an uncharacteristic way.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Emily wiped her lips with the back of her hand and took a sip from the bottle of Scotch to wash it all down while she watched Bethan pass Diego’s cum back to Olivia, obscene strands of the thick stuff hanging between their lips as they parted. Olivia, thoroughly spent and unable to stand, knelt next to the sofa and tried to swallow whatever was left, her eyes glassy with exhaustion. “That was amazing…,” the girl whispered finally, a trickle of cum running down her chin. “I had no idea…” She had lost count of her orgasms, as Diego had fucked her from one to the next, but now she felt sore and clearly needed a brief break.

“Truly the devil’s defloration,” Emily murmured with a grin. Zoe raised her eyebrows questioningly, and the brown-haired girl added: “Something De Sade once described in….oh, nevermind.” She handed the bottle to the track team captain who took a deep swig and nodded at the blissfully smiling Olivia. “You sure set the bar pretty high,” she said to Diego.

Bethan was shyly hovering on the edge of the sofa, only too aware of Diego’s threat-promise, and unsure if he would make good on it. She was not sure she wanted him to fuck her here, in front of all the other girls watching, and now, with the mood less bacchantic, she felt terribly self-conscious about her own lewd behavior. What would they think of her?

Emily noticed the British girl’s discomfort and leant over to her, caressing her cheek. “Darling, you’re so beautiful…,” she whispered. “Can I give you another kiss?” Bethan, too embarrassed and too confused to say no, nodded her head and let Emily drag her into a deep, passionate kiss. Diego was more depraved than she had at first thought possible and she was curious where this evening would go. It was not quite midnight, and the night so full of promise.

***
Valentina impatiently disentangled herself from Chewy and stood up, making a face. “What a fucking mess,” she scoffed, before peeling off her bikini top to step into the large shower. She did not react to his sudden sad puppy look, her mind already set on those white bitches.

“So, do you have any friends who might be interested in helping us?” she asked from under the water. “My dad owns a nice property a bit south of here, and it’s empty right now.” Valentina knew that for a fact because Leon had proposed to meet there after the party. She also knew that the beach villa was a place her father used to host business partners, and, sometimes, employees who had gained his esteem.

“If you show me who this Olga and her bitches are, maybe we can convince them to go on a little tour with us there, what do you think?”

Her head thrown back, she thoroughly washed out her thick black hair, enjoying the feeling of the luxuriously-smelling soap on her naked body.

“But we will need help and I expect you to recruit it.”

She wondered if she should try and find Torres, but decided against it. She did not know the man well, and he was in a position to get her in serious trouble with her father if he wanted to. This was something Valentina wanted to resolve on her own.

“And hand me a towel, will you? I will also need to find something else to wear.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Chewy slumped over against the door when Valentina shrugged him off—immediately more concerned with her appearance and her revenge that he’d promised her, than she was with the difficulty he’d had avoiding an awkward, early finish. He sighed as she turned away, watching her as she stripped out of her swim top and stepped into the shower. Fortunately, everything else she wanted from him was going to be much easier than it had been to not come inside her.

“Don’t sweat it, Madrastra,” Chewy smirked, relying on humor to try and balance the power in this young relationship by showing her too much respect, “I’ve got several of my homies on their way here now—ought to be arriving any minute. They can easily turn into several dozen, if you need ‘em. But if we’re going to somewhere that your family own, I think it’s best if we keep this operation small. Don’t you agree?

“As for clothes, I take it that you have no real attachment to this place. I’m sure I can find you something nice. No way whoever furnished this house has a small closet,” Chewy smiled, standing up and adjusting his wet jeans, “I think I might pick out something for myself as well.”

At that, Chewy left Valentina to shower off while he headed toward the set of double doors which seemed to designate the master suite. He made his way over to the walk-in closet, relieved to find that the apparent matriarch of this household was better proportioned than most of the rail-thin guests at this party. Chewy found a nice, flowy, red cocktail dress that would do Valentina’s curves justice.

For himself, he selected a pair of charcoal slacks, an Armani belt and a plain, white undershirt. So long as he was near Valentina, it made a bigger statement to dress humbly, letting his proximity to her define his worth instead of what he was wearing. He did, however, help himself to the well-stocked cologne bar before deciding on Yves St. Laurant Bleu to cloud himself in before bringing his haul back to the bathroom.

“You see? I’m a useful friend to have, too,” Chewy smirked, holding up the expensive dress and a pair of Jimmy Choos that he snagged on his way out, “I’m glad this worked out so well for both of us.”

*-*-*

Diego was breathing heavy as well, watching with intense appreciation as his cum was passed around from mouth to mouth, like a poorly kept secret. As hot as it was, and as turned on as it made him, Diego’s fabled Latin vigor was spent. Once Olivia had consumed the jizz that was rightfully hers, Diego gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her naked body toward his own. He embraced her tenderly and kissed the top of her head while his newest and most devoted fan Emily resumed the coaxing of Bethan from her inhibitions.

“I didn’t expect to find you, not here, not like this…” Diego whispered against Olivia’s scalp, her cheek against his bare chest where she could feel his even, sincere heartbeat, “but now that I see you, I can’t think of anything else. You’re more than I could have ever hoped for, Amor.”

Diego gently dragged his fingertips along Olivia’s scalp, lightly combing through her long hair with one hand. With his other hand, Diego fished around in the pocket of his slacks. He deftly texted his Puta—who for the moment, was forgotten as any possible relation to the nubile goddess in his arms. The text read, “wait in your car until I come to you.”

When the message was sent, he put his phone back in his divested pants and turned to watch Emily eating out. It was an entertaining show. Maybe this Emily girl might be useful for more than just tonight. As he marinated in the warm afterglow of actual, feelings-based sex and mused on the usefulness of a “never-say-no” white teenager, Diego’s cock began to stir back to life.

There was, after all, more work to do.

“Hey Blondie,” Diego called after Zoe, “come here and rub Olivia’s legs. Worship and adore her so that she better knows her worth.”

With that, Diego kissed her head again and turned Olivia back to sitting, while he stood up and retrieved his smokes from his pants. He lit a cigarette and went back to the mirror, cutting himself a couple of medium lines and railing one into each nostril between puffs.

When he turned back, his cock was rigid once more—the coke, more than sincere desire facilitating his return to action, now that Puta was sufficiently stalled.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Bethan. But if you want me to, you need only ask me. I’ll be gentle.”

*-*-*

Ignacio’s driver, Hector pulled onto the otherwise quiet suburban street in his Mercedes Benz. Ignacio was concerned about Chewy’s ability to manage this situation—simple though it was. How hard was it to babysit a Merc? He’d expected Chewy to take him to a nightclub or trendy bar—not some “Almost Famous,” jailbait house party.

“Do you think he’s fucking this up?” Ignacio asked Hector, looking up at the large house, crossed at intervals by party lights emanating from the back yard.

“Do you want me to tell the truth? Or do you want to hear what you want to hear?”

“Never mind. Let’s go.”

Within moments of one another, all four doors swung open and four, well-dressed, tattooed gangsters spilled out into the street. Hector stood closest to Ignacio, aside from being his driver, Hector was also his most-trusted Lieutenant and most experienced “fixer.” Hector had wanted to host Diego—adamantly so, but the four men were coming back from a critical deal that would cut them into the Koreans’ heroin pipelines and Ignacio was worried that things might go sideways. The fact had been, the deal was mutually beneficial as the Koreans had come into ownership of a small airline and could bring in as much raw product as they could handle—but needed liquid capital to keep the airline business above water.

This partnership would enable the Koreans to supplement their airline receipts and in time, convert their smuggling apparatus into its own laundry. The deal had gone smoothly, but the words “I told you so,” were hanging heavier and heavier on Hector’s lips as they navigated the house party.

Also in tow was the white member of the Tres Seis’, known affectionately as “Affirmative Action,” Double A for short. Rounding out the crew was Ortega, a young but promising soldier who was only brought for his deft work with a pistol.

The group finally reached the back yard where they first spied a group of fit looking, young girls who almost certainly had been approached by Chewy.

“We’re looking for our friend. He’s called Chewy… he has a big mouth…” Hector inquired of the blonde who was obviously in charge.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Valentina half-listened to Chewy while she was under the shower, wondering if the sort of guys that was willing to accept this jackass into their gang would be of any use to her. She was of half a mind to call Leon after all – her dad made a point of employing men who had a certain class – but it was risky, too say the least, to involve him, or any of the other Lopez men. On the other hand she enjoyed Chewy’s fear and his groveling, and with him she could be sure that he’d do what she’d ask of him. After all, he had a lot to make up for.

Wrapped in a towel and stepping out of the shower she looked at the dress and shoes Chewy was carrying, and shook her head. “Seriously? Does this party look like the kind of event where I want to stagger around in those?” She pointed at the pair of Jimmy Choos. “And that dress is…,” she looked at the label, “…it’s custom made and probably worth more than your car. Put it back where you found it and try not to leave any stains.” Dios, it felt good to be a bitch to the guy who had assaulted her. “I’ll go and find something else to wear.”

Making her way past Chewy, she found the walk-in closet and chose a pretty, but inconspicuous knee-length summer dress. The cut accentuated her hourglass figure without being restrictive, and the silver grey fabric would look lovely against her skin tone. She also rummaged through the lingerie drawer and confiscated a pair of lovely silk panties and a matching bra that seemed to be her size. The lady of the house would likely not even notice that they were gone.

“Let’s go and find that bitch,” Valentina said when she was dressed. She had chosen a pair of modestly-heeled sandals, and gave Chewy one last look-over. “Not too shabby,” she judged dryly, before making her way out the door.

They walked down the hall, making their way to the pool again. Then she stopped, listening.

“Oh baby, you feel great on my cock…,” a strangely familiar voice moaned. “Ride me like that…yeah…” Valentina frowned. So her suitor had not been worried sick about her absence. Instead, he had immediately found some whore to replace her. For a moment she wondered if he needed to be taught some manners as well.

“Fuck me, Tom…you’re so big, such a big boy…my pussy needs you so bad…I don’t need any mercy…”

Valentina snorted. Seriously?

“Tell me you’re sorry for taunting me with some beaner slut, big boy…

“Yeah…ugh…god…I am sorry, baby….”

“I took care of that little bitch…she won’t get near this big cock again…oh, Tom, yes, fuck me harder…”

No way. No fucking way. She turned to Chewy.

“It sounds like we found what we were looking for. You ready?”

***

Bethan disentangled herself from Emily, who was still caressing her arm while Diego used his most killer smile to put the British girl at ease. His predatory sweetness and his velvet voice made Emily’s pussy melt, but Bethan was less inclined to let herself be seduced. Growing visibly more uncomfortable with the whole situation with each passing moment, she slipped away from Diego. “I think I need a break,” she muttered without looking at anyone. She awkwardly put her underwear back on and started looking for her dress.

Zoe, still high and in an excellent mood, sat next to Olivia and gently massaged her legs, as Diego had told her to do. “I think some would say that you’ll be missing out,” the blonde team captain said cheerfully, but Bethan, blushing deeply at the comment, ignored her. It was not that she did not want Diego to fuck her – the idea, in theory, very much appealed to her – but she was scared and simply did not want all of these girls watching. After all, she had never had cock before.

Suddenly Olivia staggered to her feet. “I feel a bit funny,” she whispered. “Maybe I’ll go get some fresh air.” Emily, now a bit worried that this extravagant initiation had been a bit much for her best friend, rushed to hold her, but Olivia smiled and shook her head. “It’s fine, I’ll be right back, I just need to walk a bit, maybe get a drink…that’s not Scotch.” She looked at Diego, obviously as smitten with him as he said he was with her. “I’ll be right back.” She did not bother with any underwear, and simply slipped her dress over her head. Emily motioned for Zoe to go with her, just in case. Olivia looked somewhat unsteady on her feet and it would not do if she fell prey to any of the less gentlemanly boys lurking at the party, not in the state she was in.

By now, Bethan had dressed and mumbled a shy apology before running out the door after the two girls. “Poor kiddo,” Emily remarked, pouring herself another drink. “Her mother is a cop…something in vice, or INTERPOL, something about drugs and organized crime anyway.” From her tone it was impossible to guess if this was a provocation, or simply a casual comment. “Mommy keeps her on a tight leash and puts on the guilt pretty thick. If she knew about the coke and all the drinking and fucking, she’d probably have us all arrested and Bethan would be grounded until her retirement.” She laughed. “A pity, really. Bethan’s obviously so…ready to leave the nest.”

Emily smiled at Diego. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.” She took a sip of her Scotch and eyed him over her glass. “That was an impressive performance. Olivia is a treasure, and I still stand by what I said earlier…about the fish?” She tilted her head and vaguely motioned towards his hard-again cock. “Don’t ever hurt her.”

Then she stood up and lifted her T-Shirt over her head. “But maybe you want to hurt me?” She unclasped her bikini top. Then she stepped out of the bottoms, all while looking directly at Diego. She knew her body looked great – long, leanly muscled legs, her ass a dream, her tits round and firm. Why be shy about it?

“Is there anything you would like to do to this body? Anything you wouldn’t want to do to sweet Olivia?”


***

Blaire smiled at Hanna, who was animatedly talking about the upcoming graduation. She was delightfully Scandinavian, and so sweetly excited about all this high school bullshit that apparently they did not have in old Europe. “And what about a date for…for the prom?” Blaire chuckled. “Don’t worry about that, all you need to do is choose, darling.”

“I heard you’re supposed to wait for the guy to ask you out, but that’s really old-fashioned…I mean, we don’t…”

She stopped mid-sentence when a group of men she had never seen before, gangbangers by the looks of them, addressed her with a question about a certain “Chewy”. The blonde girl stared at them, then at Blaire and Amanda, unsure of what to reply, or how to react. “I…what?” She was clearly intimidated by their appearance.

“God, he’s invited his friends, too?” Blaire said more to herself, rolling her eyes, gentling putting herself in front of the blonde. Then she said to Hector: “That’s Hanna, she’s a Swedish exchange student and has not yet had the pleasure of meeting your friend. But I have met him, yes. ” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, visibly annoyed by the mere memory. “He has a big mouth and is sort of a dick, yes?”

Then Blaire turned to the pale, grey-haired guy in their group. “Are you their probation officer or something? Because you should go get your guy Chewy,” she stressed the name in a way that made very clear how ridiculous she thought it was, “And maybe take all of them to a more…suitable outing. This is a private party, not a charity event.”

Amanda, who by now was quite tipsy, because she had turned to liquid courage in anticipation of Chewy coming to collect his reward, took this as a cue to add: “And you should know that he has been dealing drugs, too!” Her face was a mask of exaggerated horror at the transgression. She lifted the bag of Molly, albeit so clumsily and fast that half of it spilled on the floor before she was able to put the bag firmly in the white guy’s hands. “Oopsie,” she chuckled. “Sorry.”

Blaire sighed, trying not to snap at her. “Look, he’s been molesting girls and talking shit, and now he’s off somewhere after some Mexican chick…somewhere in the main house.” She carefully omitted the fact that this had been the idea of their friend Olga. “Just go and get him out of here, ‘k?”


***

Kate had been watching the time like she could will it to pass faster. She had, albeit somewhat circumstantial, evidence of their friends’ betrayal, and she was ready to face Diego again. Most of all, she wanted her daughter back, wanted to know that she was safe and as far away from the cartel as possible. Not knowing drove her crazy with concern, and none of the social media accounts she was aware of and had access to had posted any updates of the party. It was a quarter to midnight.

She jumped when the phone in her hands finally pinged, announcing a message. With shaking hands, Kate read the brief line from “Papí”: “wait in your car until I come to you.” She was confused. Was Diego planning to come back here? Would he bring Olivia? Was she ok? So many questions, but Kate did not dare to text back any of them. He had been very clear about the obedience he expected, and she would not risk her daughter’s safety now. Gathering her car keys and without so much of a glance at Paul, who was still nervously wringing his hands, she made her way to the car sitting in the driveway.

She got in, her heart beating furiously. When would he come? And what would happen when he got here?

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“For this, I was born ready,” Chewy grinned at Valentina’s question and stole another quick kiss from her, “let’s show these pinche gringos not to fuck with the Lopez Familia or the Tres Seis Mafia.”

Chewy almost felt like a kid again. His years of loyal service to his crew had afforded him a certain status that allowed him to avoid scrapping in the streets. Now there were young kids who all had something to prove who would fight like hell to their last breath if it meant impressing Chewy or any of his contemporaries—but now, with the opportunity to impress Valentina Lopez, it was Chewy who had something to prove and he was giddy for it.

He rushed over to the hot tub, grabbing the white boy—Tom or whatever, by his damp hair and indelicately dragging him over the concrete edge of the hot tub and onto the deck. While one hand yanked him up by the hair like an oversized carrot, Chewy’s left was already raining down overhand haymakers to Tom’s surprised face.

The lifting up of Tom sent Olga splashing backward into the water, while Tom was dragged onto the deck with his dick still hard and his swim trunks around his ankles. Once Tom was laid on his back, Chewy assumed a mount position and resumed pummeling his face. Tom had never actually seen Chewy before and didn’t understand at all why he was getting his ass kicked when only moments ago he’d been fucking Olga in the hot tub.

Needless to say, the sudden breakout of a vicious fight—or rather a beating, since fight implies two parties both throwing punches—sent most of the other party-goers into a panic, screaming and running around to try and get clear of the violent outburst.

“Okay, she’s all yours,” Chewy called over to Valentina, standing up and giving Tom one final kick to the ribs, “what do you want to do with her now?”

While he waited for a reply, Chewy walked over to the edge of the hot tub, much more imposing from below than the clown who waded into the pool with his clothes on. He smirked down at Olga, a bizarre and triumphant blend of malice and lust in his eye.

*-*-*

Ignacio had to hold his arm out to stop Ortega from going after the smart-mouthed little bitch who rolled her eyes at them. Even though they were in the suburbs and outside what was generally considered gang turf—this was Tres Seis territory and it wasn’t like this neighborhood was widely contested. That made Ignacio the landlord of this house as far as anyone should have cared—but it amused him, really. Not being recognized. No need to impose his name on these ignorants.

“Yes, a complete dick. That’s him,” Ignacio smiled at the duo of brunettes who seemed to know his subordinate. Though he was enjoying himself, being anonymous, Ignacio was still making up his mind about whether Chewy had fucked this up or not, “he should have another guy with him…”

It was then that the sloppy one chimed in, producing a bag of Molly that Ignacio intended as a welcome gift for their foreign guest. It was Hector that needed to be held back when the sloppy one addressed Double A ahead of Ignacio, who had clearly identified himself as the leader by speaking for the group. Racist little bitches. Perhaps they could spare some energy to teach these little sluts a lesson.

Nobody bent down to pick up any of the spilled pills. Double A just silently pocketed the bag and grabbed Blaire quite roughly around her shoulders, just to keep her upright while he waited for Ignacio to do something—anything so that he could follow the boss’ lead. Double A was still on high alert from the drug deal earlier, which ended up not requiring hypervigilance—but he didn’t quite know what to do with shit-faced schoolgirls while his system was keyed up for a gunfight.

“Thanks so much for your help,” Ignacio forced a smile, “we’ll try not to inconvenience you for too long.”

Just then a commotion started up outside and the group of hardened gangsters rushed to see what the problem was. Double A even drew his pistol, fearing the worst. They were relieved to find Chewy beating the shit out of some hapless white boy who seemed to be actually enjoying it from the state of his dick.

“Burro! What the fuck are you doing?” Hector, Chewy’s older cousin called out after him, “where’s the fixer?”

“Oh! Hector, you should meet our young dignitary—Ignacio, you’re here too! You should all introduce yourselves to Valentina. Trust me.”

Since the situation seemed to be well in hand, Double A slid his Beretta back into his sports coat and began stomping on Tom’s ribs. There was still a lot that AA didn’t know, but he knew enough to back Chewy’s play—even without knowing the whats, whys or wherefores. Chewy was alive, he was one of them, this kid needed his ass kicked.

“Blondie here tried to set her up—now Valentina is out to get her revenge,” Chewy informed the others, still looming over Olga in the hot tub, “you all can probably help. Ask her what she needs.”

*-*-*

Diego smirked at Emily’s very appealing offer of herself, eager and exposed before him—but somehow, it felt wrong without Olivia there and it sounded like there was something of a commotion brewing out near the pool. Emily was just going to have to wait…

Diego seized her by the throat, suddenly and with force, pushing her roughly into the far wall of the pool house where his grip tightened, his face just a fraction of an inch from hers as his other hand plunged between her thighs and began vigorously rubbing her clit and just barely plunging the tips of his fingers inside her. His shoulder shook as he fingered her vigorously, his fingers stroking her clit aggressively.

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea about me, slut. I’m not some orgasm vending machine that you can just line up for and have a ride. I don’t pleasure fuck very often—your friends got blessed. Right now I’ve got some business to handle—but if you can prove yourself a useful slut, beyond just sucking my balls, I’ll make you my slut. But not just because you say so—” when he’d finished talking, Diego spat directly into Emily’s face, the big, clear glob straddling her nose and reaching up to her hairline, “when I get back, I want to see my spit still on your face. If you wipe it off, I’ll never fuck you. If you’re wearing it proudly, I’ll give you what you want.”

Diego released her whole body all at once, raising his sodden fingers to playfully splash her with her own juices. The suburbs were a demanding place.

Drive to your daughter’s party. I’ll meet you out front for what you have. Do not come inside unless I bring you.

Sent. Putah would most likely want his cock again, Diego thought as he left the pool house, lighting a smoke and searching for Olivia. He spotted Ignacio and the others before he saw Olivia.

“Good evening gentlemen,” Diego greeted them professionally, still seeking Olivia with his eyes, “I’m honored to see that you decided to come yourself, Ignacio.”

“We’re honored to host you. We cherish our relationship with the Lopez Cartel.”

“So I see. How are you finding California, Valentina?”

 

[Curious_Muse]

“Fuck, yes,” Emily croaked when Diego slammed her into the wall. “I like it just like that.” His fingers around her neck made it impossible to draw breath, but she managed a strangled moan when he roughly put his hand between her legs. She did not struggle against him, enjoying this far too much to even feign resistance. When he dipped his fingers into her soaking pussy, she almost came then and there.

Unfortunately, he had no intention of finally granting her release. She was bucking against his hand, urging him on, wheezing, wanting him to finally fuck her more than she wanted to breathe. It was difficult to even concentrate on what he was saying, she did not care, she would be his slut, suck his balls, whatever, if he would just finally make her cum. Why was that so hard to understand? Emily never had to beg for it, and she was getting angry. Oxygen was starting to become an issue, too. When he spat in her face, she managed to focus on him again.

What the fuck?

Emily growled, utterly frustrated, as he released her. She had been so fucking close. Her legs were shaking, and she had to lean backwards against the wall to stay upright. “Fuck you, asshole” she croaked, but she was smiling. “You think your dick is made from pure gold?” Emily wiped off his saliva with the back of her hand. “You are confusing enthusiasm with desperation. Go to hell!”

But if this was a challenge, she was up for it. Up until now, Emily had always been the girl who chose. The girl that could have any guy she wanted, when she wanted. Boys would do anything to be noticed by her, and the prospect of fucking her would have driven most of them to commit multiple felonies. Diego intrigued her. For the first time, Emily had to work for it, and it turned her on.

She watched him get dressed. She wondered about his comment that he did not pleasure fuck very often. What other kind was there? “So, are you some kind of hooker, or what?” she asked, but he did not reply. Clearly, his mind was already set on whatever “business” he was about to “handle”. Emily sat down on the edge of the sofa and watched him type something into his cell phone before he left without throwing so much as a second glance at her.

Whatever the equivalent of blue balls was for those who didn’t have any, Emily was severely suffering from it. With a sigh, she slid to the floor, her head falling back against the sofa and her legs spread. Closing her eyes, she imagined that Diego was watching her, unsmiling, his gaze fixed impassively on her fingers playing with her pussy, wordlessly ordering her to continue and make herself cum like the slut that she was.

She inserted first one finger, then two, into her overflowing pussy, and moaned as she started to finger fuck herself, while she drew deliberate little circles around her slippery clit. Emily arched her back and rammed her fingers as deep inside her pussy as she could. She did not care that the door to the pool house was unlocked. All she now wanted was to get off.

In her mind, Diego’s smoldering gaze was on her fingers, on her hand squeezing a nipple, on the thump rubbing her clit furiously. He watched coldly as she panted, helplessly racing towards her climax, an impassive smile curling his lips at her lack of self-discipline.

Emily came with a scream, bucking against her hand.

***

“So…how do you feel?” Zoe smiled at Olivia from the side as they made their way down to the beach. The girl looked dazed and a pit pale, but that did not interfere with the glint of pure bliss in her eyes. “Better,” she muttered. “I think I just needed some fresh air.”

“That was depraved as fuck,” Zoe continued happily. “Virgin my ass! You looked like a pro in there!”

Olivia groaned and slapped her hands in front of her face.

“Oh my god! He’ll think I’m a horrible slut!”

Zoe threw her head back and laughed out loud. “Girl, seriously?” When Olivia did not answer, she put her arm around her shoulder. “Look, and you can trust me on this: this guy is head over heels for you. That’s pretty fucking obvious.” And, after a pause: “Besides, what’s wrong with being a horrible slut?”

Someone had lit a campfire on the beach, music blasted from portable speakers. Some people were dancing. There was a small cocktail bar set up to one side, there were lounge chairs and hammocks. Emily really had thought of everything.

In the twilight of the fire, Olivia saw a few people making out.

Zoe elbowed her to get her attention. “Hey, isn’t that…this actor, what’s his name…?” Olivia followed her gaze and saw that the guy she meant called them over with a nod of his head. “Damn, you’re popular tonight,” the other girl whispered. “Wanna join them?”

In fact, all Olivia wanted was to find Diego, but she did not want to come across as overly cock-whipped already.

“Sure, why not.”

***

“You really don’t want to do that, asshole,” Blaire said calmly when AA grabbed her roughly around the shoulders. The only daughter of a film producer and one of the most successful corporate lawyers in the state, very used to power, immense wealth and all the privileges that came with it, she was not easily intimidated. “Let me go,” she hissed. “Or you’ll be very, very sorry.”

He did let her go, but not because she had asked him to. Suddenly there were spluttered shouts and shrieks from the back of the terrace, and Blaire decided that it would be better to have a look what was going on.

Olga shrieked when Tom was dragged out of the hot tub from under her, splashing backwards into the water. She sputtered and coughed, having swallowed a good mouthful of chlorinated water, before managing to drag herself up on the concrete rim of the tub. Naked as she was she did not dare to climb out. What the fuck was going on?

When she looked up, she saw that beaner bitch standing on the deck her arms crossed in front of her. No fucking way. She blinked at the girl, trying to make sense of the fact that Chewy, who had promised to teach that slut a lesson, was now beating the shit out of Tom. She tried to shout for help, but all she could do was a strangled cough as she spat out more water.

Blaire, Amanda and Hanna had followed the party crashers to the back of the terrace, where that jackass friend of theirs was straddling Tom fucking Dylan, beating his face in, while the Mexican bitch that Olga had set up was calmly watching. Blaire’s first reaction was a derisory snort. There were probably not many people in their school, maybe Olga excluded, who would not enjoy the scene of Tom with his trunks around his ankles and his dick out, being pummeled by some second-rate gangster at a party.

Tom, a jock who usually did not shy away from dishing out, lay on his back helpless like an upturned turtle. He tried to grab at Chewy while trying to pull up his trunks, but was unsuccessful at either. He was bleeding now, groaning in pain. Shit, Tom had clearly had enough. “Stop it!” she shouted at Chewy. “You’re going to kill him!”

As much as she enjoyed seeing Tom getting his ass kicked, this was going too fucking far. When the white guy started to kick him, too, making Tom spit blood onto the deck, Blaire shouted, now visibly upset: “That’s it, assholes, I’m calling the cops!” And she whipped out her cell, punching in the numbers. “You have no idea what a can of shit you just opened for yourselves, motherfuckers,” she continued while waiting for someone to answer her call. “Do you know who his father his? You just earned yourselves ass rapes for the rest of your lives!”

***

Valentina stood at the edge of the deck and watched as Chewy dragged Tom out of the hot tub. Her new partner was as good as his word. She did not feel sorry for Tom, that asshole deserved it. Fucking some blanca skank while she was being raped just next door, and at her orders? Every punch that landed on that cabrón’s face was sweet revenge.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a group of cholos arrive, and assumed that these were the friends Chewy had spoken of earlier. She nodded briefly at them, before turning back towards Olga and Tom. She very much enjoyed the confused look of panic and anger on the gringa’s face. She smiled at her. This was just the beginning.

What she was less happy with was the growing audience. She had imagined that they would grab the bitch and leave, but this would not be possible now. Chewy’s associates were one thing, but there were others, party goers and obviously friends of Tom and the bitch in the tub, who had come running because of the sudden loud commotion. Luckily the tub was in a secluded back part of the terrace, and most of the others were still blissfully partying in other parts of the big garden, the house, and the beach.

But half a dozen girls were watching them, and now on of these blancas threatened to call the cops. Coño. This was not how she had planned this to go down.

“Okay, she’s all yours. What do you want to do with her now?”

Valentina looked from Chewy to Olga, and back at his friends. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” she said in Spanish. “I just want to have a little chat with the lady in the tub.” Olga, who did not understand Spanish, nevertheless started to panic. Valentina nodded at Chewy. “Help her understand, Chewy, por favor?” She was not sure what to do about the other girls, and, more importantly, about the phone call to the cops.

“How are you finding California, Valentina?”

Valentina looked around over her shoulder. Fuck. She had momentarily forgotten about Torres. It was difficult to conceal her panic. If her father found out about this party, she could only hope that the cops would get to them first.

“What a surprise to see you here,” she said with a sour smile.

Of course it had to be then that her cousin Inez arrived, holding her phone out to her like a live hand grenade, managing to look both scared and really pissed off at the same time. “Your dad has been calling, like a hundred times,” she said, eyeing the scene warily. “I think you better call him back.”

***

Nobody seemed to notice Bethan who had stumbled upon the scene at the back of the terrace more or less by accident because she had wanted to get away from everyone. She stood half-concealed in the dark, watching wide-eyed as some gangster started to beat up Tom Dylan.

The bigger shock, however, was to see the arrival of Diego, who seemed to know exactly who these gangsters were. And they, too, knew where to put him. The Lopez cartel? Bethan watched the exchange in disbelief. Olivia’s date was a narco?

***

Kate put the car in drive and rolled onto the road. The laptop bag sat on the passenger’s side. Paul, pointed in the right direction, had come across some interesting account movements, all apparently initiated by his associate Steve. The balls on that guy, Kate thought. Doing what he did and looking Diego Torres in the eye without even blinking? She almost had admiration for that kind of cocksure confidence.

It was less admirable that he was trying to set up her husband. The worst thing was that the missing funds had gone to the accounting firm’s separate account, putting its head accountant in the worst possible light. Unfortunately for Steve, he had become a bit too cocky, undetected as he had been for months, and his sloppiness led to hidden transactions that pointed to him and his wife, Amy, like a blinking neon-light arrow sign. “I hope you enjoyed that bag while you could, bitch,” Kate muttered through clenched teeth as she drove onto the main road. “And I hope they let us watch when they drop you off a bridge for this.”

Paul had showed her how to go through the numbers on their company account, demonstrated how to get to the hidden transactions, and how to explain them to a layperson. In her opinion, her husband had put up too little resistance to the idea of her having to meet Diego alone. He had said nothing about the tight pencil skirt, the enticing silk blouse, the heels, her dark red lipstick. He probably told himself that she did all this to pacify the cartel guy, that Torres would look, but not touch. Her husband was such an idiot, she thought, clutching the steering wheel. An idiot for thinking that Torres would not fuck her if he felt like it, and an even greater idiot for thinking that she would not let him.

When she got to the Cooper house, she parked the car in the street. It was a secluded spot, and the next neighbors were a couple of miles further down the winding road. If you were as rich as the people in this part of the city, privacy was never an issue. She sent Diego a text to let him know that she had arrived.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Things were going sideways fast. Diego sighed as Double A snatched the smart phone from Blaire’s hands and ended the call. He deftly snapped the back cover off of her phone and removed the battery throwing it first and then the phone itself over his shoulder and into the pool. Even not understanding exactly what was going on, Double A commenced containment procedures. He raised his pistol above his head and fired off two shots into the air.

“Everybody stop where you are,” Double A said authoritatively in the sudden and consuming silence that followed the pistol shots, “hold your phones up above your head with the screens out and line up next to the pool.”

Ignacio glared daggers at Hector who rushed over to Chewy, grasping him roughly by the back of his neck and pulling him into close council. Diego couldn’t hear what they were saying but it was clear that Hector was not pleased. While the new arrivals worked on getting their bearings, Diego backed AA’s move, ushering the sparse crowd of teens and early twenties around the pool, making sure none were fussing about on their phones.

Diego hadn’t met the foreign sounding blonde yet, but he was eager to know more about her.

None of that mattered at the moment because Diego still hadn’t seen Olivia. He was worried about her, which wasn’t a feeling he was altogether comfortable with. Moreover, he was going to have to go back and make Emily happy now. She needed to be an accomplice, not a hostage—as this was her house after all.

He was also going to have to level some very tough truths with Olivia. About him, her father, her mother—and him with her mother. Perhaps less-than-total honesty was the better play. Complicating things still more, Puta had arrived with the evidence he was really after in the midst of this unnecessary shit show hitting the fan.

“Handle this,” Diego directed Double A, “I’m going to go bring in the loose ends.”

Puta could wait, Diego decided, walking quickly back to the pool house. He saw her through the window, cumming by herself. Even though she’d refused his prior offer, she was still aching for him. He hoped that her climax wouldn’t diminish her enthusiasm.

“Hey there,” Diego smiled, walking back inside, “sorry if I misread things back there. I thought it would turn you on—being rejected like that. Treated that way. I guess you’re still exploring your taste for humiliation, I’ll try to be more gentle with you.”

As he spoke, Diego moved toward her, shrugging out of his coat and shedding his shirt.

“My friends are having a… disagreement with some of your friends. We need use of your house for the rest of the night. Your friends are all safe and we’ll clean up after ourselves. In return for this favor to us, I’ll give it to you exactly as roughly as you want it.”

He leaned over her, reaching down to gently grasp the back of her hand and urging her fingers to continue what they were doing.

“Everything is under control. Just say yes.”

*-*-*

“You fucking moron, you brought Ignacio into a goddamn disaster!” Hector hissed into Chewy’s ear in Spanish, clearly not happy, “If this comes back on any of us, it’s going to be your ass.”

Chewy just waived a dismissive hand in front of his face. True, this wasn’t ideal, but it was much better for him and for his brothers than if he and Valentina had been unable to find common ground. The worst case scenario for this little program involved jail time, but if Valentina decided it, they could suffer a much worse fate at the hands of Lopez’ subordinates.

“Tranquilo,” Chewy chuckled, “don’t you want to have Valentina Lopez owing us gratitude?”

With that, the terms were established. This was Chewy’s operation as far as Hector and the others were concerned. They’d back his move, but if it came to a point where someone had to go down, it was him who was going to have to fall on this grenade. He reached into the hot tub and plucked up Olga like some root vegetable out of the hot tub, paying no concern to her nakedness.

While Double A rounded up the witnesses, Chewy handed Olga off to Hector and went to grab up the other guilty parties. It was important to separate the targets of this little operation. He placed a hand on Blaire’s head and steered her away from the others and over to Olga.

“Her… her too… I don’t know about this one, Valentina, you know her?” after sorting Blaire and Amanda over beside their naked, wet friend, he paused at Hanna—unsure of how she fit into the scheme of these mean girls, “we could surely use her for something.”

Eventually, Chewy pushed Hanna over with the other girls who were going to be leaving with them.

“Alright, Hector. You and me are going to take these girls with us to Valentina’s place,” Chewy remarked to his cousin, liking how it felt to call shots, “Double A, work on getting the rest of these idiots out of here.”

“Everyone, please follow me,” Double A called over the crowd of teens who now all had their cellular devices drowned at the bottom of the pool, he and Ortega guided the group of young people inside, producing a badge from inside his coat when they were out of earshot of the girls being detained, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but you’ve all witnessed an undercover sting operation. Your friends are being detained for questioning regarding the use and sale of illicit drugs. You all are expected to keep what happened here to yourselves—as you could endanger our undercover agents by talking. I’m sorry about your devices, but we couldn’t risk a photo or a call exposing one of our agents. If you can agree to keep completely silent about what happened here—to everyone, we will reimburse you five-hundred dollars each to replace your devices. If you cannot agree to that, you will be detained until such a time as we deem it safe to let you go.”

A crude line was formed and AA began pooling his money with Ortega to buy off these kids. He also readied his notepad. He rifled the first kid’s pockets and retrieved his ID, recording his name and address for future use.

“You promise to keep this to yourself?”

“I do.”

“Good, get out of here,” AA handed the kid his ID and the small fold of hundred dollar bills, “next.”

 

[Curious_Muse]

Emily looked up when Diego entered, still panting, coming down from her orgasm.

“Hi…,” she whispered, breathing hard, watching as he dropped first his coat, then his shirt. Had Christmas come early this year? She did not ask any questions about who his “friends” were, and what they might need the house for. She didn’t care. As a girl who had everything she could ever want, Emily enjoyed nothing more than illicit challenges.

“So, you propose a transaction. Fucking for favors?” She smiled up at him. “That does make you a sort of hooker, doesn’t it?”

Maybe, she thought, it was not just the humiliation she craved, but the naked fear she had felt earlier. Diego was a rare kind of dangerous, and she was curious to see how far to the edge she would be able to dance. Whatever his clients paid him to do, it was not dirty visits to the glittering mansions of neglected middle aged wives. What was he capable of? As he moved his hand with hers, she started panting, her grip around his tightening.

“If you want to pay for my complicity, I want to know exactly what I am agreeing to,” she moaned, looking at him while directing his fingers over her slick pussy lips. “Don’t spare me any details.” Emily tilted her hips for him, wanting him to fuck her so bad it hurt. “In fact, don’t spare me anything.” With her free hand, she pulled him down for a kiss, whispering, just before their lips met: “That’s a yes.”

***

Olga was shivering and, maybe for the first time in her life, at a loss for words. How the fuck had this evening taken such a catastrophic turn so fast? This was beyond humiliating. How would her reputation ever recover from being treated and paraded around like that, from having been caught fucking Tom, who turned out to be nothing but a whiny loser after all. And that Mexican bitch! Was she connected? How dare that slut stand there and direct this little shit show, who the fuck did she think she was? For this they’d kick her skanky little ass so fast back to the shithole of a country she had come from, or maybe they’ll put her in prison first, where she’d enjoy the attention and affection of some ripe fat Bertha. Olga smirked at the thought.

But for the time being, things were not going well. Tom was still lying next to tub, writhing and moaning. He had finally managed to pull on his trunks, but clearly he was not in a position – or the mood – to help her. What a fucking asshole. Olga fished for a towel lying on one of the beach chairs next to her, and wrapped it around herself while these lowlife assholes were busy. How would they get out of this mess?

The Swedish girl looked like she was going to go into shock. Pale and nearly apoplectic with fear, she stammered a few words in what must have been Swedish when Valentina looked her over and shrugged at Chewy’s question if she knew her. “Please…,” she whispered half-heartedly and at no one in particular when Hector pulled her towards the group of Blaire, Olga and Amanda. “Let me go?” Amanda, still a bit too drunk to fully comprehend what was happening, clumsily put her arm around Hanna.

Blaire, however, was less speechless than her befuddled friends. She twisted in Chewy’s grip, hissing and clawing at him like a feral cat, and, once handed off to Hector, turned on him. “What the fuck do you morons think you are doing? You’ll be fucking eviscerated for this! You’ll be thinking back to this night each time they’ll fuck you in the shower, wondering why on earth you made such a stupid fucking decision!” To her surprise, nobody cared. Shit, nobody seemed to listen to her at all. It was not a feeling she was used to.

Even more surprising was that nobody of the other morons in the vicinity of the hot tub protested at the treatment they were receiving. Nobody tried to run, call the cops…do something. She stared at Chewy barking orders at everyone else. They were going to…leave? No way. No fucking way. Blaire pushed at Hector, her anger turning into panic. “Nobody is going anywhere, comprende? Have you all lost your minds?”

***

Olivia made her way back up the stairs to the terrace. Zoe had decided that a skinny dip with that actor whose name she still couldn’t remember was a good idea, and despite all her coaxing and begging, Olivia had declined to join them. A swim sounded good, but she had left her bag in the pool house. It was an excellent excuse, though, to maybe find Diego again, because what she really wanted now was a bit of quality time with him.

She walked towards the dimly-lit building, and thought that she was able to discern Diego from behind, but then something else caught her attention. There was a commotion at the back of the terrace, someone was shouting and, what was even more puzzling, there was a guy who seemed to be handing out cash to a few people who were waiting in line like in the school cafeteria. What the hell?

Olivia arrived at the scene just as Blaire was trying to kick Hector in the shin, shouting that she refused to budge even an inch from this terrace. She spotted Diego’s cousin, who had changed into expensive-looking clothes, and who seemed to direct something that looked like a strange piece of performance art she could not make any sense of. To top it all off, a guy – Tom fucking Dylan – was lying bleeding on the pool deck, fearfully flinching away from the cousin.

“What’s going on here? I thought you’re the cousin who knows nobody in the States? Who are these guys?”

Blaire turned towards her. “Call the cops, call the cops now.”

***

Inez shook her head. “This is a terrible idea.” Valentina shrugged. “This bitch disrespected me and she’ll pay. Stay here if you want to, but this is decided. We’ll be at the house if you change your mind. I’ll text León, he said he’d wait there.”

It was a fucking mess alright, but it was too late now to turn back. She'd have to deal with her dad later. Besides, Valentina liked the power she now wielded. “Let’s go,” she said at Chewy, not even looking at the pinche gringas he had just corralled to on side. They were his to handle.

Then another chick turned up, seemingly out of nowhere, demanding to know what was going on. But she was in no mood to explain herself any further, or delay things. It was only a matter of time until this was going to go tits up in a bad way.

Without taking her eyes off Olivia, she said over her shoulder to Chewy: “Let’s take this one as well, just in case.” Her tone made clear that this was not up for discussion. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, vamos.”

***

Bethan quietly lowered her phone. She had taken a few pictures, all of them somewhat shaky, because her hands were trembling so much. However, she did not dare to move from her hiding place. She did not dare to call the cops, but she knew she had to do something. Holding her breath, willing herself to be as quiet as possible, she backed away to go back into the house.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“That’s it, I’ve heard enough from this bitch. Drop her in the K-hole,” Ignacio chimed in as Blaire ran her mouth one time too many, he also indicated Olga, “that one too. The other ones can stay up as long as they’re cooperative.”

Hector, who was none too thrilled with being shoved, quickly grabbed Blaire with both arms. He retrieved a small, plastic bag from inside his coat filled with a pale brownish powder. He opened the bag in his hand and quickly shoved the bag, open end first, into Blaire’s mouth. He chased the bag with his fingers, turning it inside out and dumping the full contents of the bag into her mouth. He held his strong hand over her face, forcing her to swallow the powder by shaking her head from side to side.

Ortega did the same thing for Olga, forcing a near lethal dose of Special K down the slender girl’s throat. In moments, both girls slumped over in the arms of their captors and were lifted up onto shoulders after the drugs fully permeated their bloodstreams. Ketamine was originally developed as an elephant tranquilizer and is often compared to heroin in its addictive efficacy when used on humans.

It would be a tough come down for these girls if they weren’t given more when they awoke—which wouldn’t be for several hours.

“Hey! Stop!” Ignacio spotted Bethan for the first time and pointed, “Double A, get that bitch!”

Double A quickly grasped Bethan by her wrist and snatched her cell phone away, all but dragging her back over to Amanda and Hanna. For now, it seemed that these three were going to be cooperative even without pharmaceutical assistance.

“You’re going to be good girls for us, aren’t you?” AA whispered to the three while binding their wrists behind their backs with zip-ties, “just be good girls for us and keep your mouths shut and you can go back to your lives when this is over. You don’t want to know what’ll happen if you make us angry.”

When he was done binding their arms behind their backs, AA squared himself in front of Hanna. Her wide-eyed innocence appealed to him and he was eager to get some time with her alone. He gently took a strand of her long, golden hair between his middle and index fingers, stroking the lengths of it down to the ends.

“Not her,” Chewy cautioned Valentina who seemed determined to rope Olivia in among the hostages, “she’s Diego’s girl. She’s with us.”

Chewy walked over to Olivia, setting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“But she’ll come with—just not as a hostage. We don’t want to cross the fixer, do we?”

Chewy’s eyes moved to Inez, noticing her for the first time. He liked how small she was and couldn’t help from imagining her squirming in his lap with his cock stretching her out from the inside.

“Valentina, you her and Olivia here ride with me. Diego will meet us over there. We’d better get clear of here just in case one of them got a call off to the police.”

Ignacio agreed and the group of captors and captives made their way out around the side yard back to their cars to head for Valentina’s safe house.

*-*-*

“Yes is the right answer,” Diego smiled, paying no attention to her half-hearted demand for more information. He kissed her, deeply and passionately, his tongue writhing lewdly against hers as his fingers began moving inside her more roughly.

When the kiss broke, he had no more words—instead he wanted to give her what she wanted and get back to Olivia. As beautiful as Emily was, this felt more like a chore than he was used to—the downside of catching feelings for someone. He picked her up like she weighed no more than a pillow and bent her roughly over the back of the couch, spanking her ass hard before grasping the base of his cock and pounding into her.

He wasn’t being gentle, not at all—which was, after all, what she’d said she wanted. He grasped a fistful of her honey-colored hair and tugged her back into his rough thrusts—one after another, his body slapped loudly against hers. The room filled with the sound of colliding flesh over and over as he battered her inner walls.

While he continued to tug her back by her hair, his other hand slid two fingers into her mouth, pinching her tongue and pulling it forward to loll out the side of her face.

“This is how you wanted it, isn’t it, bitch?” Diego panted between thrusts, using his full strength to try and split the slender girl in half, “you wanted it rough, right? With a dangerous man? Be careful what you wish for, slut.”

Diego released Emily’s hair to spank her ass again in almost the exact same spot as his hand landed the first time. His grip on her face became more intense as he continued pounding her mercilessly, guiding her back into his hips by her face and jaw.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Olivia sat in the back of the car and stared out of the window, utterly at a loss. They had left the coast road and were on their way east. The road, at this hour, was almost empty except for the small motorcade following them. Two cars filled with…what? Cholos? Gangbangers? Them and their newly acquired hostages. That’s what Diego’s cousin had called Olga and her gaggle of minions, except that he probably wasn’t his cousin at all. They had taken Bethan, too, and a blonde girl, a foreigner, that Olivia only knew from view. Olivia turned around in her seat and looked at the bright headlights behind them. This was all wrong.

What the fuck was happening here?

True, there had been a brief spark of pride when Chewy had told the others that she was “Diego’s girl”, that she was “with them”. But this had very quickly given way to a deluge of unpleasant question she did not dare – or did not want to – ask anyone. Clearly, Diego had lied about Chewy being his cousin, and that had probably been the most insignificant of untruths. What the fuck was a “fixer”? Why did these guys know Diego, and why were they, at the very least, unwilling to cross him? Who was the Mexican girl – Valentina – that all of them seemed to be vaguely scared of? What did they want? Nobody really liked Olga, or Blaire, or even Amanda, which was probably the main reason that none of the other kids had bothered to intervene, but drugging and kidnapping them? Surely this was a step too far, even for the spoiled, rich kids in her school. They could be cruel, yes, but this was more than just a sick practical joke. And none of it made any sense. What did Diego have to do with all of this?

Olivia realized that she had left her phone in the fucking pool house, that she had no way of contacting Emily, or anyone else for that matter. And she was painfully aware that she was not wearing any underwear under her summer dress. Those items, too, had been left behind in the pool house.

The two girls in the front of the car were engaged in a tense conversation in Spanish. Inez, whom Olivia only vaguely knew from a shared biology class, and her Mexican cousin had both refused to even go near the green lowrider and insisted that Inez use her car. Valentina was driving, as she seemed to be the one who knew where they were going.

“Fuck, what’s wrong with you? Are you crazy? We’ll end up in prison,” Inez now said. “Though maybe that would be a blessing. Because your dad will skin us alive for this, and I’m not paraphrasing.”

Valentina did not answer, which only annoyed Inez more.

“What are you going to tell him? Or León? What’s the game plan here, dammit? Do you know who these gringas are, who their parents are? Fuck, you have no idea of the shit you are currently shoveling into this fan. No idea!”

Again, her cousin remained silent. Olivia tried to pretend that she wasn’t listening, but now Valentina looked at her through the rearview mirror and asked calmly, in Spanish: “So, how did you and Torres meet?”

Olivia nervously pulled on the hem of her dress. “We…we just met tonight.” Valentina frowned. “He works with my dad. Well, he’s like…my dad’s boss?”

Now Inez turned around to face her. “Seriously? Your dad works for Lopez? For Valentina’s father?”

“Oh, is he in fruit imports, too?”

Valentina just smirked into the mirror, and Inez stared at her, shaking her head in disbelief. "This is fucked up. Cute, but seriously fucked up." She looked at Valentina. "She has no idea."

Olivia shrank back into her seat. What were they talking about? And how would she get out of this?

***

Amanda leaned her head on Bethan’s shoulder and whined that the plastic ties were cutting into her wrists. Then she said that she wasn’t feeling too well, then she asked softly where they were going, and if they would take them to a police station outside the city. Clearly, the girl was still quite high and tipsy, which did not help. Amanda was not exactly known for her smarts even when she was sober.

Bethan just wanted her to shut up. The ties did hurt but she didn’t care. She also felt sick, but mostly because she was terrified. Hanna sat huddled in the other corner of the backseat, sobbing quietly. Her attempts to plead with their captors, her tearful assurances that she had not so much as touched any illegal substances, that she had never seen any drugs changing hands at the party, and that she was just an exchange student who had never broken any laws in the US or Sweden had not swayed the guy who had marched them to the cars.

This was bad. Bethan had sent, or thought she sent, the pictures she had secretly taken to her mother, but they had snatched her phone away before she could make sure that the connection had been good enough. Had they seen that she had tried to do that? But then again, they would probably not care about any shaky party pictures she might send to her mum, they’d probably just think of her as a dork and a mummy’s girl.

“It’s alright, it’s just a misunderstanding,” Amanda was mumbling now. “They’re just trying to do their job right?” Bethan sighed. Did this girl really still believe that these guys were with the police?

“They’re cops, drug cops, just like your mom. You can get them to call her from the station, she’ll clear this all right up.”

Bethan froze. With her hands immobilized behind her back, all she could do was softly shake her head no to get this hairbrained idiot to shut up. Sadly, Amanda did not catch the hint, and was undeterred.

“Hey officers, “she now slurred to no one in particular, but loud enough so the men in the front would be able to hear if they were listening. “Bethan’s mom will clear this up for us, alright? She works in the same department as you, she’s a narc, too!” Amanda giggled and looked up at Bethan, her head still on her shoulder. “Babe, she’ll be so proud of you for cooperating back at the house, for not blowing their cover.”

Bethan sat very still. Her heart was beating loud and fast. Had they heard this? And if they had, would they care?

***

Emily screamed when Diego rammed his full length into her weeping pussy without any further preliminaries. It hurt. His thrust caught her off balance and drove her face first into the fabric of the couch, drowning out another scream when his hand came down hard on her ass. Emily scrambled to steady himself against him, her fingers digging into the couch as he slammed himself back into her tight little pussy. She groaned in agony and panted: “Yes…yes…fuck me like that…” before he roughly pulled her back by her hair, cutting her off and making her wince.

His thrusts were so violent that she was almost lifted off her feet each time he rammed himself inside her. On tiptoes she tried to accommodate his cock, arching her back wantonly despite the pain that he caused her. This was exactly what she had wanted.

Diego kept right on slamming into her, shoving her against the couch with each thrust, battering her slender hips forward. It was so good. She was barely able to hold on to the edge of the back of the couch with her hands as he fucked her savagely, stretching her beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Her tiny pussy was on fire, barely able to accommodate him. Emily’s eyes were tearing up in pain, but she loved every second. With his fingers around her jaw and tongue she could not reply to any of his questions, to his teasing abuse, and all she managed was a tentative nod in his grip, grunted assent, and a plaintive moan when he drove his entire length home again. Fuck, yes! Her orgasm was approaching fast and she tried to match his thrusts, pushed back against him, grinding her tight ass into his hips, nothing but willing fuck meat.

She came screaming into his hand, too weak now to hold herself up on her own accord. With each thrust she was shoved into the couch as she rode out her orgasm, a limp fuck doll, and still she wanted more.

***

Kate watched in disbelief from inside her car as a group of men and girls left the house, with some of the girls in nothing but rather skimpy bikinis, and at least two seemingly unconscious. She stared at the scene, too afraid to get out of her car to get a better look. Diego had given her clear instructions, and she was not going to risk her daughter’s safety by disregarding them.

Olivia! Was that her? She thought she recognized her daughter as she was getting into one of the cars. What was going on? That wasn’t Olivia’s car, and Kate did not know the girls she was with. What was going on?

With trembling fingers, impatient and afraid, she typed a quick message: “Where are they taking my daughter?” and pressed send to the number saved under “Papi”.

***

When they finally came to a stop, Olivia jerked up from her thoughts. She wondered how long they had driven. She had no idea where they were, even if she had tried to follow the scarce road signs for clues. Except for a few square buildings that were only dimly lit, she could not make out any other signs of habitations or people. Shit. They were in the middle of nowhere. She had to admit that she was utterly scared.

Valentina got out of the car and stretched lazily. She had always liked this place, the quiet of the desert, the shadows of the mountains around them. Nobody would disturb them here, and nobody would find them. There was a slight chill in the air, and in the far distance she could hear a pack of coyotes howling. The black sky was pierced with thousands of stars. It was beautiful, the perfect night for some violent retribution. She looked over her shoulder at the gringa that Chewy thought belonged to Torres. Still huddled down in the back of the car the poor thing looked scared out of her mind. It was time she learned what it meant to fall for a man like Torres. A killer.

"Let's go," she said, leaning on the open car door. "Welcome to the afterparty."

She wondered if León was here already. Sometimes her dad left a few sicarios to guard the roads to the Lopez estate, but they had not encountered anyone. León must have notified them of their arrival.

The other cars behind them rolled to a stop. Without so much as looking behind her, Valentina walked towards the house, beckoning Inez and Olivia to follow her. The lights and a fire in the main house were on. Someone was already here. She walked around the building. "Hello?"

The sound of splashing water alerted her to the fact that someone was in the main pool in the back. "León? Is that you?"

"Afraid not."

The slender woman pulled herself up onto the patio in one easy, fluent movement that was reminiscent of a dangerous cat. She was wearing a black bikini, and slicked her wet hair back with one hand while reaching for her towel with the other. Valentina stared at her. Of all the people that could have ambushed them here, did it have to be her?

"Hi, sweetheart," she purred, smiling at them. "Don't you want to introduce me to your friends?"

Valentina wondered how Inez would react to this. It would probably only freak her out more. And Chewy and his friends? It was unlikely that they had not heard of her dad's head of security, the woman her father was currently fucking. Rumor had it that no other man dared to. Lucía del Rio, also known as La Pantera, was literally killer pussy with a reputation that kept even the most ruthless of the Lopez hitmen in line. Valentina gestured towards her, visibly unsettled.

"Everyone, meet Lucía del Rio. She manages my father's...affairs."

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

For his part, Diego had mixed feelings about Emily—the danger-loving offspring of some well-to-do parents who fetishized the work he did and the man he was—she’d been useful in facilitating his encounter with Olivia, but she also threatened it by wanting a taste of him for herself. All that aside, he did like the way that she screamed. One might have guessed he was murdering her with his cock from the noises she was making and as smitten as he was with Olivia, he liked fucking Emily. Perhaps she could be useful to him long term, he mused inwardly as she screamed her way through a climax.

For not having particularly impressive breasts, Emily sure did have an impressive set of lungs.

Casually slinging one of Emily’s well-toned legs across his chest and onto his shoulder, spreading her vertically while he continued to slam her guts horizontally, Diego noticed the notification light on his phone blinking, so between violent thrusts, he reached over to retrieve his phone from where it had tumbled out of his pocket. As he leaned over, his cock pushed deeper still into Emily’s tight pussy—a slow stretch before the hammering resumed.

When he saw the text from Kate, Diego scoffed—moving his hips faster as he continued pounding Emily’s tight pussy like she wasn’t even attached to it. He could have texted back, but he called instead, wanting Kate to hear Emily’s screams over the line, for no reason other than that it would amuse him to make her wonder who it was before she found out first-hand.

“Yes, hello,” Diego had to raise his voice slightly to be heard in the receiver with Emily making as much noise as she was, “don’t worry, everything is fine. Olivia is safe, my word is still good. Some of her friends made trouble for themselves—but it’s nothing that should concern you. Come around back, I’ll explain more and you can show me what you have found out about our money.”

Though Diego didn’t really care about what Kate had to say about his invitation, he kept the call going, letting her listen in while he panted deeply a few times, renewing his attention on Emily and smacking her bare ass once again.

After that, Diego ended the call and dropped his cell phone onto the couch, leaning forward to grasp Emily’s throat in front and from behind while he continued driving into her with her slender legs spread wide across his chest and hips, her foot bobbing behind his head. He remembered how much she had enjoyed being choked earlier and he wanted this to be over as soon as possible so that he could handle the real business that he’d been sent for. Still, he was enjoying himself despite the pressure of other concerns at the back of his mind.

“Yes, you fucking love it, you slut,” Diego panted, working up a sweat as he hammered her faster still, feeling his own climax approaching and deciding not to postpone it, even though he was enjoying himself, “this cock has made you a woman tonight. Scream for me, whore. Scream and thank me for blessing you with my big cock! Scream and tell me what you’d do to have this again—beg me! Beg me to honor you with my cum and tell me where you want it!”

Diego released Emily’s throat all at once, just as he face was changing from bright crimson to almost burgundy and clutched her thigh to his chest as he began his final onslaught of brutal thrusts, fucking her like a sex toy to bring about his own climax, yet staving it off just enough that he could cum all over Emily just as Kate would arrive at the pool house.

“Beg me, whore!”

*-*-*

The line of cars all rolled to a stop outside of the compound as Valentina made her introductions. Chewy was the first to meet Lucia, as he’d driven in the front which rankled Ignacio more than a little bit. Chewy surprised him, though, by presenting himself as a gentleman, kissing her hand and bowing his head respectfully.

“La Pantera, it is truly an honor to make your acquaintance,” Chewy remarked in Spanish, making it clear that he knew the woman by reputation even before meeting her in person, “I’m Chewy, a humble soldier for the Tres Seis. This is Ignacio, our fearless leader and one of his trusted lieutenants, Hector.”

Ignacio was actually impressed with the introduction. Had Chewy grown up since this morning? Had his time with the notorious fixer impressed an air of maturity upon him—or did he just realize how deeply his ass was in the sling if things didn’t go well here.

“Señora,” Ignacio nodded, gently shaking her hand.

Double A and Ortega were busy extracting the three girls that were still conscious from the back seat of their vehicle, being gentle but firm with them.

“Jeffe, we have a problem,” Ortega said softly, leading Bethan over to the others, her wrists still bound, “this one’s mother is DEA or Interpol or something. The dumb one said so.”

“Interesting…” Ignacio muttered before turning his attention back to Lucia, “I apologize for the intrusion, we got caught up backing the young lady’s play here. I’m not certain what she has planned, but I feel confident that all of us would be more comfortable inside. If you don’t mind, Lucia. Then we can figure out what comes next.”

Double A, gripped Amanda and Hanna by the backs of their necks, keeping them close and upright. While the others talked, he whispered softly against the nape of Hanna’s neck.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” his voice deep and soothing, “Uncle A isn’t going to let anything happen to you. Just relax. I’ll take good care of you.”

Double A’s hand was exploring lower down Hanna’s chest, his fingertips gently gliding over her collarbones and throat—but his exploration was short-lived as Amanda began to become more of a handful.

“There are two others in the back of our car,” Ignacio informed Lucia, “Diego Torres should also be joining us soon. Shall we?”

Hector and Ortega left the bound girls behind to go retrieve Olga and Blaire from Ignacio’s Mercedes.

 

[Curious_Muse]

“Yes! God, yes!” Emily loved it. No other man before Diego had dared to treat her the way she wanted to be treated, no matter how often she had asked them to. When he leant over to retrieve his phone while fucking her, stretching her tight little pussy further, she let out a squeal of delight. “I am your fuck doll, nothing more…,” she panted. “That’s all I want to be…” Diego took her by her word, bending her limbs without regard for her comfort. It only increased her pleasure to know that.

Emily did not hold back when she realised that he was talking to someone. She was unable to concentrate on what was being said, but very much enjoyed the thought of being heard by whoever was on the other end of the line. She would not have been able to be quiet if she had tried, screaming out with each deep, forceful thrust. “Fuck me…yes, fuck me…!” Clearly, Diego wanted to give whoever he was talking to a little show, and she was only too happy to comply.

His fierce grip around her throat cut off her screams quite abruptly. She did not struggle against it, even when the lack of oxygen started to become an issue, high as she was on the delight of being fucked so expertly. Stars exploded in front of her eyes, and all she could feel was his cock splitting her in two.

“Yes, I love it…!” she croaked, struggling to draw breath again after he finally released her throat. “Thank you for fucking me, thank you for fucking me with your big cock…!” Her voice trailed off in a moan as he mercilessly hammered her tiny pussy towards another climax. “I’d do anything to be your little whore, your little cock slut, I’d do anything you want…oh my god…my GOD!” she screamed as she came again, thrashing in his grip.

“Cum on me, please, cum on my face and tits…,” she screamed as her orgasm crashed through her in blinding waves. “Please…give me your cum…!” The slender girl went limp beneath him, too overwhelmed to stand on her own, oblivious and uncaring of what he did to her body. She did not notice either when someone opened the door to the pool house.

Kate stared at the scene before her. The phone call had been quite unambiguous, but nothing could have prepared her for this.

“Em…Emily?” she stuttered. “Diego…?”

***

“Mucho gusto.” Lucia smiled at Ignacio. “I am glad that we finally meet in person. We are grateful for the excellent work that Tres Seis have been doing for us here.”

She watched as his associates led the three girls over to them. White girls, two of them in nothing but bikinis, their wrists bound behind their backs. Rich girls, too. Lucia recognised a Gucci two piece when she saw one. Her face did not betray a single emotion while Ignacio explained that all this happened on Valentina’s orders. Was there anything more annoying than a spoiled brat that felt entitled to everyone’s energy and attention? Lucia was too much of a professional to let her anger show in front of these men, but this would require some serious damage control.

“Please, be our guests,” she finally said to Ignacio with a smile. “Make yourselves at home. There is food and do help yourselves to a drink. We’ll be with you in a moment.”

Then she turned to Valentina and Inez. “You two, come with me.”

***

Hanna did not resist when Double A pulled her from the backseat of the car. Her tears had smudged her eye make-up somewhat, but she had stopped crying. She blinked to take in the scenery around her while he grabbed Amanda. Where had they brought them?

It was chilly in the desert, but it was his voice, his warm breath on her neck, that made Hanna’s skin break out in goosebumps. “I’m cold,” she whispered hoarsely, afraid to appear contrary, and too terrified to protest the liberties he was taking. These guys were not with the police, that much was clear. The tip of his fingers came dangerously close to the top of her still only bikini-clad breasts, and she winced. “Please don’t hurt me,” she piped up again, without much conviction. Her fear caused her Swedish accent to be much more pronounced than before. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Amanda, on the other hand, started squirming in Double A’s grip. “This isn’t a police station!” she exclaimed unnecessarily. When she caught sight of Lucia, she scoffed. “And that skank sure as hell is not the police!” She started twisting, trying to get away from the man who held her by the neck. “What the fuck is this, some sort of joke?”

What a blessing it must be to be that oblivious, Bethan thought, as she watched Amanda with growing apprehension. She let herself be guided over to the others by Ortega and tried hard not to appear scared. They would realise their mistake. After all, she had nothing to do with Olga and Blaire – on the contrary. How often had she been on the receiving end of their jokes? However, when she realised that Amanda’s foolish comment had indeed been overheard in the car, her composure started to crumble.

For a moment she considered denying what Amanda had said. How much would they trust the rambling of a drunk moron? But what if they caught her lie? Would that not make it worse? She remained quiet and perfectly still as Ortega released her, hoping for a miracle. How far would these men go? Watching as the two unconscious girls were extracted from the car, she felt her eyes tear up. This did not look like the run-up to a happy ending.

***

“How dare you talk to me that way in front of them?” Valentina tried to sound assertive, but only managed the angry pout of a teenager. Lucia ignored it.

“So, who are you?”

In front of La Pantera Inez felt uncomfortably like a student who was being disciplined by a feared teacher.

“Inez Beltrán Garcia, Señora.”

Lucia’s eyes lit up. “You are the little Garcia girl? My…you’ve grown up.” Inez squirmed under the woman’s gaze, unsure of what to say to that. But Valentina was less reluctant.

“Yeah, that’s nice and all, but you still work for my father, and therefore for me.”

La Pantera looked at her with a smile that made Inez’ blood run cold. It was obvious that the only reason that Valentina was still alive was because she was the boss’ daughter, and at this very moment Inez was not even sure if that credit would extend to the end of the night.

“These girls are not the kind of white trash nobody will be looking for. Their disappearance will cause considerable disturbance. It’ll get us the attention of people we usually avoid angering.”

“They crossed me,” Valentina snapped.

“Did you know that one of them is the daughter of a cop?”

“She ordered him to rape me!”

“Who did?”

“The blonde one. The unconscious one. She and her bitch friends.”

Inez stared at her cousin in shock, but Lucia was undeterred in her interrogation.

“She ordered who to rape you?”

Valentina paused. Shit. Nobody except her knew that Chewy had assaulted her at the party on Olga’s orders, not even his Tres Seis associates. Especially not them. If they found out, there would be hell to pay. It was unlikely that they’d deny her dad the satisfaction of skinning Chewy alive in retaliation. Hell, Ignacio would probably do it himself. But she had promised him that he’d be safe if he did as he was told, and so far, he had delivered his end of their bargain.

“He’s been…taken care of.”

Inez drew the wrong conclusion from her cousin’s remark. “Fuck, Tom laid hands on you? That’s what this was about?” Since Valentina did not answer, she believed her suspicion confirmed. “That asshole! Entitled motherfucker, that’s not the first time either! What a prick! I should have known when he was pissed about you not letting him have any. When he called you a cock tease! And here I am yelling at you, nagging you about…Jesus!” Inez moved to put her arms around Valentina. “I am so sorry. I should have been there. I should have warned you…fuck! Oh god, are you okay?”

Lucia was less inclined to let her emotions distract her from her initial anger.

“Where was León when all this happened?”

Inez looked aghast. “Seriously? That’s what you are worried about? Did you no hear what she just sa…?” La Pantera shut her up with an impatient wave of her hand.

“I had told him to give us some space. I told him to fuck off, ok?” Valentina said hurriedly, avoiding Lucia’s eyes as she spoke. “It’s not his fault!”

The woman did not answer, but her inscrutable silence was more terrifying than any vocal reprimand would have been. Inez wondered if León was already dead.

“There will be consequences,” Lucia finally said, without specifying what she meant. “You want to play at being La Jefa? Fine. But you’ll have to take some very difficult decisions, sweetheart. Ugly decisions. Did you think you could just order around a few cholos, let them do the dirty work, and then hide behind your daddy, hoping that he’d sort out your mess?”

Valentina glared at her but said nothing. This whole evening was getting out of hand faster than she had wanted, but she was determined to prove to her, and to her father, that she was not a child anymore.

“And by the way, you should really give him a call.”

With that, Lucia left the two girls to join Ignacio in the main house. They reluctantly followed.

***

Olivia watched Valentina and Inez disappear with the slender woman while Diego’s cousin and his friends led the other girls towards the house. What now? She was angry, and utterly scared, and nobody really seemed to pay her any heed. On the other hand, why should they? There was nothing but the empty desert in all directions, where could she have run to? And besides, they considered her to be on their side, whatever that meant. Nobody expected her to run.

And she had no possibility of helping the others either. Bethan looked terrified, as did the exchange student. Why were they here? What had they done?

What she now wanted were answers, no matter how unpleasant they might be.

Sidling up to Chewy, she asked: “If you’re not his cousin, who are you? And what the hell is going on here? Why have you kidnapped all of us?”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Diego gave a casual nod over his shoulder at Kate when she arrived, gripping Emily’s slender thighs tightly as her body went limp on him, he pulled her back into him, burying his full length inside her and stretching her in a way that would likely make less endowed men like Kate’s husband useless to her for the rest of her young life. He held her against him, paying almost no mind to her upper half, which was slumping over against the back of the couch, her head beginning to scoot forward onto the seat cushions. He held her like almost like they were playing wheelbarrow in the back yard—some uncle from an interracial marriage and his curious niece.

Diego slapped Emily’s ass hard, partially as a definitive mark on what he’d decided would be his latest prize—partially as a mocking enticement to Kate, reminding her of how that sound and that sting had already altered her life.

“What have you got for me, Puta? I hope it’s something good,” Diego called over his shoulder to Kate while he continued grinding his cock against Emily’s deepest and most inexperienced places, currently maneuvering his hips in an irregular back-forth-up-and-down way that might be described as a pattern in only that it was continuously variable, like he was an artist, signing his work, “we’ve got other business tonight, it’d be a long delay if I have to double back and murder your husband on the way. Besides that, I’ve really come to like your daughter—it’s bad enough that I made a whore of her mother, it’d be awful if I had to make an example of her father. It might do harm to our relationship.”

While he was talking, Diego returned to thrusting, but not like before, his grip on Emily’s hip and ass kept her pinned against him entirely and both of their bodies were moving in unison, the actual depth of his penetration wasn’t really changing at all—only the angle of Diego’s cock and Emily’s relative tightness were changing—but they were changing rapidly, as Diego was essentially just using her pussy to jerk off with.

“As for you, Slut,” Diego at last looked down at Emily, directly below where his cock was hollowing her out, he couldn’t quite see her, stacked up on herself as she was, but he felt confident she was listening, “the correct way to take my cum is with your mouth open wide and your tongue hanging out as far as it can go—and I want your eyes also wide open, but crossed and rolling back in your head. Think of it as a way of demonstrating your gratitude for what you’re receiving.”

A few more short, jerky thrusts and Diego was ready to bust, he shoved Emily’s long legs over the back of the couch like he was tossing off a lap blanket, his cock made a slurp and then a pop as it exited her body. He only had to point it downward and release to splash a thick, heavy glut of jizz into Emily’s face and mouth, the added velocity lent by gravity making it splash as lit collided with her soft, pale skin.

“Puta, you can clean her off my cock if it makes you feel more at ease. Even bad news sounds better when its spoken around my cock,” Diego smirked, retrieving his pack of cigarettes from his discarded slacks and tapping one between his lips but making no attempt to cover up, “Slut, if you really want what you said you want, go get changed into something else—as soon as your legs work again, I mean. Think carefully, because it may be the last outfit you ever choose for yourself—but don’t take long, we need to go join Olivia and the others before things get out of hand.”

*-*-*

Chewy’s mouth went suddenly dry when Lucia pressed Valentina for more specifics on the assault which led to her haphazard quest for revenge. He’d managed to stave off suspicion from his own camp, but he ought to have known that the Cartel would want all of the specifics. If the full story came to light—his mind boggled to even comprehend. Assaulting the big boss’ daughter—it was unprecedented! The things that had been done for even minor transgressions against the first family… they would need to invent a new, slower, more painful way of killing him than anything yet devised…

But in spite of his deepest fears, Valentina had his back—at least for now. It was actually touching, that in spite of how they’d first met, he could now see that he could trust her. You can’t really tell if you can trust someone in good times—only when the chips are down do you see who is truly worthy of your trust, and the chips were basically turning for Valentina and Chewy—but if he could really trust her, Chewy knew he could turn it around.

Chewy was just about to go after Valentina, to firm up his end of their alliance and try to steer this wreck in a direction that was less likely to have a method of lethal torture named after him. It was then that he was detained by Olivia, who was immeasurably low on Chewy’s personal list of priorities.

“Look, you’re not kidnapped—neither are ‘all’ of you. The copper top and Swiss Miss in there just need a little… debriefing. Then we’ll cut them loose, once we know they can be trusted,” truthfully, Chewy was guessing—or perhaps just exuding confidence, that was a leadership characteristic, wasn’t it? “Diego will be here soon, I imagine he’ll be eager to answer your questions. For now, just play it cool and keep your friends chilled out. The cooler things stay, the quicker it’ll all be over and everybody satisfied with the results—well, almost everybody.”

Chewy gave Olivia an awkward sort of pat on the shoulder, almost like calming a puppy—but this bitch was Diego’s concern. Chewy had enough on his mind with the five or so bitches who currently held his fate in their hands. It wasn’t like Chewy could trust Olga and her friends who also knew the root of this conflict.

“Valentina!” Chewy called out, rushing over to stop her before she went inside, “hang on just one moment.”

Chewy held the door for Inez and Olivia before gently urging Valentina back off the porch.

“First of all, I want to thank you. It means a lot to know that I can trust you. I want you to know that you can trust me, also. Right now, everybody’s looking to you, you need to act like the boss bitch that you are. It doesn’t matter if you know what you’re doing, just make decisions and call shots. Shoot for the fucking moon! As soon as Diego gets here, he’ll do whatever we want him to.

“This is your revenge, so I would never tell you anything—but the worst thing you could do right now is doubt yourself. What I’m thinking is, if we could use these bitches to be the face of a brothel down in TJ—we can pitch that as a laundry and a weigh station for all cash and product moving over the border. Mules run cash from San Diego, that we wash through our decriminalized business—while the mules are getting their cocks sucked by our border town bitches, we fit their vehicles with as much product as we can fit without tipping off the road scales.

“After we launder the money and it comes out as taxable income, the Cartel can take their cut off the top to keep everyone happy to the south, clean money can be wired direct to LA. Everybody does better thanks to La Madonna and her brilliant foresight. Let the Fixer worry about disappearing these sluts.”

*-*-*

When Double-A heard Hanna say she was cold, he immediately shrugged out of his Armani sport coat and draped it around her shoulders. He rubbed her shoulders gently through the silk and wool coat, waiting for the hostess and the higher-ups (by rank, birth or relationship) to enter before he brought Hanna and Bethan inside.

The house was immaculate, as expected of the crime-world elite. The infinity pool still lit up in the back yard, revealing the silhouettes of armed guards in the distance, watching the vast, moonlit desert for movement.

“Sit,” Double-A said flatly, guiding his two, bound hostages to the plush, suede couch, “just relax, everything is going to be alright. You two aren’t in any danger.”

The dumb one had already been sequestered to a bedroom by Hector, the sound proofing did plenty to insulate the main room from her screaming. The other two were also being carried in and set off apart from each other. There were no shortage of rooms that locked only from the outside either.

“Can I get you ladies anything? Water? Soda? Scotch? Tequila? Are you hungry? I really am sorry you got mixed up in this, wrong place wrong time—but we’re going to look out for you. Cigarette?”

The gas fireplace roared to life at the center of the room as Double-A offered each girl a cigarette.

*-*-*

Hector saw that Amanda was becoming a problem and it probably figured to be AA’s turn at being the good cop. Ignoring her pleas and questions, Hector scooped her up over his shoulder and carried her inside. The guard at the door immediately recognized the situation and led them to a soundproofed room which locked from the outside.

Hector carried Amanda inside and dropped her onto the bare mattress in the mostly empty room. Aside from a chair and a few splashes of blood on the walls and a few more on the mattress the room was completely empty.

“Listen, bitch—you made the wrong enemies tonight. Your life as you knew it is over. Everyone you ever knew is just going to think you blinked off the face of the earth. You’re never going back home. The life that’s left of you can either be a hard one, with occasional moments of joy—or it can be a living hell on earth that lasts decades longer than your mind can endure it—but your body will continue to suffer even after.

“From now on, you’re going to be very cooperative,” Hector drew a tazer from his coat and flashed a few loud, blue arcs between the exposed copper tips, “otherwise, cooperation will be forced upon you. Now strip naked. If you do, your clothes might be wearable again later.”

 

[Curious_Muse]

“Mrs. Anderson…,” Emily emerged from the couch, her lips and nose still dripping with Diego’s cum. She smiled as the tip of her tongue darted out for a taste. “Now, this is embarrassing,” she chuckled, obviously not embarrassed at all. “I didn’t expect to see you here!”

Kate, still thunderstruck from what she had just walked into, looked from Emily to Diego, unable to move or speak. Diego’s casual remark about the possibility of killing Paul and his blossoming relationship with her daughter reverberated somewhere in her brain, but she was unable to process any of it.

Emily grinned. Too consumed by being expertly and thoroughly fucked by him, she had not really heard much of what Diego had told Mrs. Anderson, save for a comment about Olivia and his rather revealing nickname for her. It seemed that he had already been busy tonight. She stretched contentedly and sighed. Her pussy was on fire and her muscles ached, but she could not remember having felt this good in ages. “That was wonderful, thank you,” she purred before climbing out from the couch with some difficulty. “But I’ll give you some privacy now and go to get some things.” She carelessly threw on her T-shirt and slipped out of the pool house.

Kate cleared her throat. “It’s…we have found them…,” she stammered, trying not to stare at Diego’s cock. She had ignored his casual comment about cleaning it for him, but her cheeks burned scarlet both because her daughter’s high school friend had been there to hear it, and because she caught herself wanting to comply. “It’s the Lennards…Amy and Steve…they have stolen the money.” With clammy fingers, she tried to pry open the laptop she had carried under her arm. “We have proof, too. It’s all there…” Kate’s mind was racing. What did he mean about Olivia and the situation getting out of hand? Where was she? But standing in front of him, she was too afraid to ask.

***

Bethan looked up at Double-A offering her a cigarette and quietly shook her head. “I don’t smoke,” she said. “But maybe you could take off these ties? They’re quite uncomfortable.” Hanna didn’t say anything, but nodded in agreement. Both girls sat on the edge of the couch, visibly scared despite Double-A’s reassurances. Hanna watched one of the men carry a struggling Amanda out of the room. Blaire and Olga were still out cold as they were carried off to different rooms. Hanna had to suppress the urge to cry when she heard doors being slammed shut behind them. If they weren’t in any danger, why were they here at all?

“I would like something to drink,” she said timidly in reply to the offer. “Something strong.” She attempted a smile, hoping to please her self-declared protector. Bethan shook her head again. “No, thanks, I’m good.” The last thing she wanted was to lose control again. She warily watched the other men, wondering if they would let the fact that her mum was investigating the international drug trade slide. She wanted to believe what this guy said, that weren’t in any danger, but how would they trust her not to give any of what she had seen away? She had seen all their faces, witnessed the drugging and kidnapping of the other two girls. And Bethan was aware that she had very little to bargain with, except the hope that they’d shy away from seriously hurting a cop’s daughter.

Bethan watched warily as the dark-haired woman reentered the room, now dressed in tight jeans and an elegant silk blouse. Her wet hair had left damp spots on the thin ivory fabric, rendering it almost see-through in places to reveal a hint of her shapely round breasts. It was quite obvious that the woman was not wearing a bra. The English girl found herself staring.

Lucia, who was forcing her hair into a thick braid, caught her eyes. Bethan blushed, and quickly looked away. Shit. The last thing she needed was more attention.

***

Valentina was not as confident as Chewy was that Torres would agree to take orders from the boss’ teenage daughter. But the fixer was not her most pressing concern. La Pantera was going to be trouble, and Valentina hoped that she’d be able to get her on board. Lucia had her father’s ear like few other people, and if she decided that Olga and her gaggle of sluts were too much of a liability, Valentina would have to cut them loose. That simply could not happen, not after what they had done to her.

And Chewy’s idea was not bad at all. She smiled at the thought of those gringa bitches having to serve all the Cartel cock coming their way. Business had been good. Undeterred by any possible wall, Lopez had continued to supply eager American customers via all the regular border crossings. Runners and business partners would appreciate such a sweet truck-stop on the way. Olga would never even find the time to get off her knees.

Her dad had only recently consolidated his rule over the TJ plaza, and mentioned that he wanted to step up operations there. A little whorehouse like that, equipped with such fine pussy and a promise of no limits for VIP customers would help to build up a certain reputation and profile for the Lopez business. And the fact that it would serve as a front for running cash through the washer was just an additional, and extremely useful, incentive for her dad to allow it. Had he not gently nudged her to become more involved lately?

There was a similar house close to Juárez. Granted, the ladies there were high-class whores who had chosen that line of work, and who got paid serious amounts of cash to fuck her dad’s business partners and clients. They were well-educated, well-read, amazingly beautiful and had turned fucking into an art form. But so were those gringas, and Valentina was sure that they would eventually come around on the last point, too. Men who were used to the strung-out wrecks that usually served them in Tijuana brothels would line up to stick their cocks into these rich white bitches. And she, Valentina, could make that happen. La Madonna indeed. All they needed was some persuasion and the right marketing strategy. And yeah, the expertise and skill of the fixer to get the girls out of the country undetected.

“I like the way you think, Chewy,” she said finally. “I’m in. My dad will agree after I tell him what happened…” Valentina smiled at Chewy, enjoying the flicker of fear on his face. “What happened with Tom.” It was important that he kept in mind what the stakes were. “You can trust me.” She paused. He didn’t need to know that it was not only his ass on the line, and that her pride would never allow for her to snitch on him in front of La Pantera. “But I want you to send me the pictures you took of our first encounter. As leverage. You know, just in case.”

She looked past him into the main room. Two of the girls sat huddled on the couch, but the others had likely already been separated from them by Chewy’s friends. “I’ll handle La Pantera and Torres. But I want to see these bitches beg for mercy before we leave here. I want them to see TJ as deliverance. I’m sure you’ll find willing assistants in my dad’s sicarios if you need help to make that happen.”

She stepped back onto the porch, motioning towards the house with a quick nod of her head. “Go ahead, I’ll be right there,” she distractedly told Chewy, before whipping out her cell to send a quick text to León: “Where the hell are you?”

***

“Chewy, right?”

Inez had been waiting inside for him, holding two open bottles of chilled beer.

“Hey…I wanted to thank you for what you did back at Emily’s house…” She looked up at Chewy and smiled sweetly. “I mean, I always knew that guy was a total asshole, but I didn’t think he could sink that low. That pendejo deserved every kick…I wish I could have delivered a few myself.” Offering him one of the Modelos she was holding in her hand, she cocked her head, studying him. She liked what she saw.

“And I always thought gentlemanly heroes like you only existed in fairytales…” Inez was more relaxed now, knowing what she did about Valentina’s reason to stage this little operation. Her father would come around. He had to. “I’m glad you had her back. Truly grateful.”

She clinked her bottle against his. “Cheers to you, Chewy!”

***

Amanda rolled onto her knees. She looked around wildly, the growing panic clearly discernible in her wide eyes. If this wasn’t a police station, and if these men weren’t cops – then who the fuck were they? And, more importantly, what did they want with her? She heard Hector’s words, but through the only slowly lifting fog of her inebriety she struggled, and failed, to make sense of them. What enemies did she make? With a growing sense of foreboding, she noticed the blood stains on the walls and the mattress. What was this place? With her hands still bound, she struggled to get up as fast as she wanted to.

Her brain latched onto the possibility that this room had been used for torture, or worse, murder. Amanda slowly backed away from Hector until she stood with her back to the wall. “I don’t understand…,” she stammered. “Do you mean the Mexican girl?” She now sounded intimidated and scared. “It wasn’t my idea! It was Olga’s…and…and he agreed to do it. It wasn’t me…!” she protested weakly. “Please don’t kill me, it wasn’t my idea!” This was so unfair. First Olga had pimped her out to that fucking cholo in exchange for his services, and now these guys accused her of having thought up that idiotic plan herself. It seemed she could never win. “You should talk to them!”

When he took out the taser, she flinched. Did he mean to use that on her? Amanda shook her head. “I will do as you say, please don’t hurt me!” His next order still made her hesitate. “Clothes?” Amanda looked down at her bathing suit. It was the only thing she was wearing, except for a fashion bracelet and a thin golden ankle band. Fear spread through her, making it difficult to speak, or even to breathe. Did he want her to strip so he wouldn’t stain the Gucci garment with her blood when he killed her? “Please…,” she stammered. “And look, my hands are still tied, I can’t…please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be good.” Somehow it felt that if she was able to keep on her bathing suit, it would deter him from his plan to cut up her body in this room. “I…I can be…really nice to you, if you want. I’ll suck your cock if you like!” Amanda tried to look seductive, but all she managed was a pathetic wink that did nothing to hide her fear. “I’ll let you fuck me, too!”

***

Olivia frowned when Chewy distractedly held open the door for her and Inez. “No, thanks, I’ll need a moment to clear my head.” With that she left them standing just outside the house and walked back towards the pool. It was cold, and she would have given a lot to have a jacket – or at least a pair of underwear. But first she needed some time to think.

Chewy was clearly not interested in explaining the situation to her. Everyone just seemed to assume that Diego would be able to placate her, as if being karted off into the desert in the middle of the night by a bunch of gangbangers was the most common thing in the world on a first date. While she was still scared, she was also angry that Diego had let her walk into this mess without any warning. What else had he not told her?

She was annoyed that she had forgotten her cell phone at Emily’s. By now her friend would have noticed her absence and chances were that at least some of the other kids had told her about the “police raid”. Olivia wondered about the conclusions Emily would draw from that. And another thought occurred to her – would she, Emily, be safe were she was? Had Diego’s charm been nothing but distraction from what he really wanted, whatever that might be? Her pussy was still deliciously raw from his expert attentions, but Olivia wondered how much he had really wanted to fuck her, or if it had all been part of some bigger plan. The thought made her slightly nauseous with disappointment.

At least none of the guys she had arrived with payed her any heed, probably because they thought of her as Diego’s girl. Fine. Maybe this leeway would allow her to explore a bit. She saw shadowy figures move in the distance, likely the guards of this place. But Olivia had no intention to venture that far. All she needed was a phone. She walked along the edge of the pool, looking for another entrance to the main house.

The door she found was unlocked and Olivia went inside, holding her breath. She looked around. A narrow, dimly lit hallway opened onto a room that looked like an office, furnished with a desk covered in some papers, an elegant leather chair, and a bookshelf that covered one of the walls. A floor length window led to a patio lined with dimmed lights. Her bare feet made no sound on the black stone tiles as she approached the desk. There was a closed laptop, some scribbled notes and a pen, and – Olivia had to suppress a triumphant sigh – a cordless telephone. She held her breath, hoping that it would be connected.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Where the hell are you?”

Leon scowled at his phone as he pulled in, the little bitch had some nerve… she’d gone above and beyond to shake him off of her trail and now she had the nerve to ask where the hell he was. In the end, he’d had to use the Lo-Jack on her car to track her down, and now that he’d finally tracked her back to the local safe house, she wanted to know where the hell he was? He’d been ducking calls from her father and other members of the security staff who wanted to know where the hell she was until he could give them more concrete answers.

He hated ducking calls from the boss. It was his reliability that had made him an obvious choice for Valentina’s security detail. Maybe if he was less reliable he could get reassigned.

That Inez bitch was going to get it too.

It had been such an honor that the boss trusted Leon to look after his own daughter, he’d failed to consider what a monumental task it would be to keep tabs on a teenaged young woman. It almost made him miss the good old days when he could disappear the people who lied to him and deceived him.

The line of cars backed up in the dirt access road did little to ease Leon’s anger. He went around to the side entrance, not wanting to debut in front of apparent strangers before he knew what was going on. The men stationed at the side entrance greeted him warmly and gave him just a cursory sense of what was going on in the main area of the house. It seemed that little miss princess was turning their coveted Safe House into a party crash pad.

While Leon was making his way toward the main area, looking for Lucia to get a clearer sense of what was going on, he peered into the study, where he saw a beautiful, yet unfamiliar girl trying to dial out on the boss’ private line.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Leon announced his presence abruptly and accusatorially, “and who are you, for that matter?”

*-*-*

Double-A grinned big at Hanna’s feeble attempt at a smile. He winked at her too.

“I knew I liked you. Just be cool now, I’m going to pull a knife, but it’s just to cut your hands free, understand? Don’t freak out,” Double-A cautioned the girls, slowly unfolding a sturdy blade that he carried on his hip, “after that I’ll get your drinks, maybe the lady of the house has some clothes you could borrow.”

Double-A glanced over at Lucia, his expression respectful and unassuming. It was his first time meeting the famous Pantera, he didn’t want to presume anything of her—however, he hadn’t missed the lingering stare that the redhead had given her. Perhaps she would relish the opportunity to style the frightened girl to her own preference. Starting with Hanna, he laid the cold blade flat against her wrist and cut outward, severing the thick zip-tie that bound her wrists, taking great care not to hurt her. The process was repeated on Bethan’s bonds until both were free and he carefully folded the knife and put it back into the leather sleeve on his hip.

“Good girls,” Double-A smiled, gently caressing the side of Hanna’s face before turning and heading back to the bar.

He poured two generous tumblers of Scotch over perfectly clear and perfectly cubed blocks of ice before filling a taller, slimmer glass with bottled water. He brought the drinks back, setting the Scotch before Hanna and the water in front of Bethan. He pulled over a chair to sit opposite them at the coffee table.

“I know you’re scared, I understand. But we’re going to let you both go home, you have my word—I know it’s hard to trust someone, which is exactly why this is such a delicate situation. Because we can’t exactly trust you girls to keep this secret on our behalf,” here he paused to take a long sip of the Scotch, Cartel leadership always stocked the best shit, “so what we’re going to do is we’re going to hang out here and take some pictures, maybe some video. Pictures of you with us, pictures of you with those others, enough pictures that you wouldn’t want anyone from your home life seeing ever in their lives. Then, when it’s all over, we’ll have mutual trust. You keep our secret, we keep your secrets.

“If you ever decide to betray our trust, you’ll be hanging yourselves out to dry and in all likelihood, implicating yourselves in various crimes. I know, it sounds kind of fucked up, but trust me, you’d like the alternative a lot less. So, how about it? Can we trust you?”

*-*-*

Despite all of the stress and lingering questions about his ongoing safety, Chewy was quite enjoying his turn as Kingpin. Valentina’s friend, Inez, was hardly being bashful about heaping him with praise and not-so-subtle adoration, handing him a cold beer and toasting to him. Chewy just smiled and drank the toast, briefly considering the kind of damage he could do to little Inez in the bedroom.

“You’re sweet… Inez, wasn’t it?” Chewy smiled as he lowered the bottle from his lips, gripping it casually between his ring and middle fingers, “but I’m just doing what any decent soldier would do in my place. The Lopez family are practically royalty here in So Cal—not to mention their godlike status further south. The kid obviously didn’t know who he was fucking with, but I doubt he’ll be forgetting any time soon.”

At this, Chewy gave a polite chuckle to his own joke. She really was making it easy for him—or trying at least. But there was cause for concern, if he decided to indulge himself and take this little spinner for a whirl. His relationship with Valentina was still on tenuous ground and given that he’d been balls deep inside her some few hours prior, there was reason to suspect that she might have expectations of him—reasonable or not made little difference.

Was it worth the risk?

It was a tough bargain to gauge. Sure Inez’ tight little body looked like a lot of fun to play with, but he had no delusions that she’d knowingly cross Valentina for his sake. It seemed worth finding out if jumping into bed with her would be crossing his new business partner before committing to anything. Still, it didn’t hurt to entertain the idea for a little longer.

“So, how did you come to be in so tight with the royal family? You don’t seem like the gangbanging type, but then again, sometimes looks can be deceiving,” this time it was Chewy’s turn to give Inez a good eye frisking before tipping his beer back again, “are you in the life? Or more like ‘life adjacent’?”

Chewy draped his arm around Inez’ slender shoulders, leading her toward an area of the main room far enough from Double-A that he wasn’t in danger of interfering with that little negotiation.

*-*-*

“A good girl, huh?” Hector grinned, tucking the tazer away inside his suit jacket before pulling a folding knife from his hip, “yeah, I suppose that I can use one of those too.”

Amanda’s pathetic attempt at begging had sufficiently succeeded at turning Hector on—the sheer desperation of it working on his libido most of all. He knelt down in front of Amanda, sliding one hand around to the small of her back, while the other hand slowly slid the side of the cold blade down her inner forearm, slipping under the zip ties.

“A good girl doesn’t keep secrets you know. Tell me everything about those other girls who you were with and what they have to do with that ‘Mexican bitch’ you mentioned,” a sudden jerk of his arm freed Amanda from the zip ties while also bringing his lips closer to hers—close enough that she could feel their warmth, “tell me everything, don’t spare me any details. Then I’ll show you how good girls get treated.”

The flat side of the knife continued to slide along Amanda’s body, passing smoothly over the round, curve of her ass, then lower, slowly creeping between her thighs. Hector’s tongue crept out, gently lapping at Amanda’s bottom lip just before the blade began to slowly slide higher on her inner thigh.

“A good girl would never lie.”

*-*-*

Diego took the computer from Kate’s hands, scarcely glancing at the carefully arranged evidence before setting it aside on the table. He said nothing and his expression betrayed even less as he reached up toward her throat with both hands. Just as it seemed that he might decide suddenly to strangle her to death, he very gently took hold of the collar of her blouse and undid a few more buttons from the top, exposing a lewd portion of cleavage and even the tops of her bra cups. Next, he undid the bottom few buttons and knotted the blouse above her naval, exposing an equally daring expanse of her midsection.

“Much better,” Diego nodded, smiling at Kate for the first time and reaching over to slide on his slacks, still smoking casually.

He continued to smoke as he finally lifted the laptop into his lap, scrolling through the financial records and expenditure reports, the counts from the legitimate side of their little laundering operation and designated cash outs in between. The culprit had been quite crafty to disguise their theft—never moving enough at once to cause alarm, but not crafty enough to escape the determined search of Kate, afraid for her life and the lives of her family.

“Yes, this is good. I am satisfied that your husband did not do this, and as such, your family is now safe from these repercussions,” Diego looked up into her eyes, smiling with a warmth that seemed out of his character, “you did well.”

Diego made a few notes on a pad of paper before shutting the laptop and handing it back to her.

“With that in mind, I want you to know that what happened between Olivia and I had nothing to do with this messy business. I was good to her and I intend to continue to be good to her. Once we get to the safe house, I will come clean and tell her the truth—the truth about everything. I expect you to support me in this and explain that what happened between us was not romantic. As you’ve done what I asked, I cannot in good conscience compel you to do as I say—however, I can assure you that with me, your daughter will be kept safe and cared for in ways that few women ever are.

“I know that you know me as a bad man, but that is not all I am. My feelings and my intentions for your daughter are pure and sincere. That is all.”

At this, Diego stood and finished dressing. He motioned for Kate to follow him as he exited the pool house into the yard. He whistled loudly through his front teeth, indicating that Emily should appear without further delay.

The command for Kate to follow was implicit. Diego made his way around the house and to his car outside. He had also spotted Olivia’s phone lurking under his pants, which he had pocketed at the same time he was putting them on. Before climbing in, Diego popped the trunk, grabbing two items from a small duffel that he carried, while replacing the briefcase of drugs that hadn’t yet been done into the trunk. When he turned over the engine, he called the number that Chewy had given him.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Startled by León’s sudden appearance, Olivia dropped the phone, and some of the plastic parts and batteries immediately scattered across the stone floor.

“Shit…!”

The phone’s batteries rolled across the tiles and under the desk. She bent down awkwardly to retrieve them, conscious of how short her dress was, and of the fact that she was not wearing anything underneath. Was he watching? “Sorry...,” Olivia mumbled over her shoulder, worried that she’d just made things so much worse for herself. Why had she ever thought that snooping around the house of people who very much resembled a crime syndicate was a good idea? Of course, she also hit her head when she reappeared to stand up while trying to simultaneously hold on to the hem of her dress and the phone parts in her hand. How did she always manage to make a complete ass of herself in the worst possible moments?

The guy in the doorway was still waiting for his answer. He was not one of the men who had arrived with them from Emily’s party, but surely, he knew about the other girls. “I’m Olivia, I’m here with the others.” Facing him, she tried a smile as she discreetly put the remaining pieces of the phone back on the desk behind her. “I am sorry…,” she tried. “I didn’t mean to intrude. It’s just that I seem to have misplaced my cell, so I thought…” He still looked very pissed. “I’m sorry about the phone, I can pay for that, “she said. What if this really was some sort of crime ring? Olivia peered past him, weighing her chances to get away quickly if he tried to hurt her: not very good. Nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she hastily added: “I didn’t touch anything else in here, I swear.”

***

Both girls sat very still when Double-A cut the plastic ties on their wrists. Bethan was sure that he would not hurt them, at least not yet.

“Thank you.” Hanna smiled at Double-A again, grateful for his reassurances. Her hand was still shaking a little when she reached for the scotch, but she took a deep sip and grimaced when the amber liquid touched her throat. She coughed a little, but immediately took another sip. The burning spread out into a warm blanket in her stomach and she tossed the whole glass back, swallowing greedily. She immediately felt better. “You’re a kind host,” Hanna said, giving Double-A a charmed, grateful look. “

Bethan was less inclined to trust this guy, or any of them. Rubbing her aching wrists, she did not touch the glass of water Double-A had put in front of her. “Thanks,” she muttered, keeping her gaze fixed on her knees while he explained what was expected of them.

“What kind of pictures?” she said somberly when he was finished talking. Hanna bumped her leg against hers as if to try and shut her up. “Of course, we completely understand, no problem!” the Swedish girl said cheerily. “Right, Bethan? I mean, we can hang out, take some pictures, some video, it's not a problem at all! It’ll be fun even!” She stared accusatorially at the red-haired girl next to her as if daring her to disagree. “And then we’ll go home.”

Bethan swallowed hard, still afraid to look up. “Do you mean…like…naked pictures?”

“That’s an intriguing idea.”

It was the dark-haired woman. Now Bethan did raise her gaze to meet hers. Lucia had sat down on a chair next to Double-A and was looking straight at her.

“You’re the police officer’s kid?”
The English girl nodded silently, her heart beating hard and fast in her throat. It was clear that denial would only have made things worse. Lucia had pulled out her phone.

“What’s her name, sweetheart? What does she do?”

“She’s with the NCA…but she’s currently working with DEA in the US. I think.” Bethan’s voice had dropped to a terrified whisper. One of the men in earshot whistled, mock-impressed with these credentials. For a split second she considered giving the woman a fake name, but quickly decided that this was a bad idea. “Her name is Lauren Ratcliffe-Thompson.”

Bethan watched from under lowered lashes as Lucia quickly typed something into her cell. She assumed that it would be easy to find her mum online, and see that she was working on bringing down organized crime, that it had been her who had taken the lead on the recent bust of a large drug shipment through the harbor of Rotterdam – so large that the press had fallen over each other to find appropriate superlatives to describe it – that had finally led to the arrest of a major kingpin in the Netherlands and most of his associates elsewhere in Europe. And that she was now in California to assist with landing a similar coup against cartels smuggling drugs from and through Mexico.

Lucia nodded as she was reading, raising her eyebrows. Hanna fidgeted nervously next to her, struggling to find something cheerful to say to bridge the tense silence. “Such an English name!” she managed lamely, hoping to wrench a smile from Double-A. “So posh.”

The dark-haired woman handed her phone to Double-A so he could read what she had just learned, and leant forward, affording Bethan an enticing view of her half-exposed décolleté. “She’s an impressive woman, your mother,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “A great career so far.” Bethan did not reply. “You will understand that this puts us in a bit of a bind, don’t you?” The girl nodded, her throat dry with fear.

“But it doesn’t mean that this evening cannot come to a pleasant end.” Lucia pulled a small vial from her pocket and poured two neat lines of white powder on the coffee table between them. “Our friend here already mentioned that we would like to take some pictures of you girls.” She smiled at Bethan and Hanna. “Photos that, if sent to a few newspapers, like, say, The Daily Mail, would put a considerable dent in the career of a promising detective.” Lucia made an inviting gesture towards the lines of white powder, handing them a dollar note each. “Please…help yourselves. I suggest you relax a bit, enjoy the night. It’ll be a long one.”

While Hanna did not hesitate even one moment, Bethan stared at the remaining line of coke – if that was what this was – but she did not have a choice, did she? Hanna was already tipping her head back, wiping her nose, beaming at Double-A and Lucia like a puppy hoping for a reward. Bethan hesitantly rolled up the bill and lowered her head, hoping and praying that she was not about to make the worst decision of her life.

***

Inez let Chewy take the lead. He was cute, and clearly as interested in a bit of kinky fun as she was. After the adrenaline of the last hours, she needed some sort of release, and he looked like someone who had the stamina and the confidence to provide it. And didn’t he deserve a little reward for his heroic intervention back at Emily’s party?

But despite their yet unspoken understanding, he seemed hesitant. Maybe he thought she was just another boring, vanilla high school girl, like those skinny bitches his friends had kidnapped? His questioning of her credentials certainly pointed in that direction.

“I’m Valentina’s cousin,” she finally said in reply to his earlier question. “My dad is married to a Lopez, and he works for Valentina’s father…I am not exactly sure about the details, I have learned not to ask questions. My mom likes the money that comes with it all but is otherwise uninterested in the family business.” She scratched her tattoo absent-mindedly. “To tell you the truth, I have tried to stay away from all this shit. I don’t agree with it, either. But one doesn’t choose family, right? I mean…I love Valentina, and we’ve been besties since kindergarten, but I want nothing to do with that lifestyle, not really.” She sighed. “So I guess I am both ‘in the life’ and adjacent, but I’d rather be neither, if I had the choice.” Inez took another swig from her bottle. “Though there are perks.” She motioned vaguely around the room and at the pool outside. “The luxury, the epic parties…no worries about how to pay for med school.” Inez grinned at him. “And I get to meet all the bad boys my mama has always warned me about.”

She had not seen Valentina approach and was somewhat startled by her cousin’s hand on her shoulder. Valentina took Inez’ beer bottle from her and took a deep sip. “God, I better go and call my dad,” she said with a sigh, before turning towards Chewy. “Cabron, before you think about fucking Inez, you’ll better make sure that our other guests are well looked after. I’d hate for them to think of me as a bad hostess.”

After she had left, Inez rolled her eyes. “I love her, but she can be a real bitch, too.” Moving in closer, and motioning towards the coffee table, she said: “From where I stand it looks like they’re being taken care of. The other two are probably still out. How about we go somewhere more private for a little break from this party?”

***

Amanda stood stock still as she felt the blade glide over her skin. “I will, I’ll tell you everything,” she promised, nodding eagerly. “I promise that I won’t keep any secrets, I swear I won’t.”

She still jumped when he cut the plastic ties, propelling her slightly forward to press her tits against his chest.

“Bitch? I don’t think I called her that… I didn’t mean to…that was Olga, she was so mad at her for stealing Tom, she just couldn’t get over it, that’s why she roped us all in to help her get revenge on the Mexican…girl. She wanted to teach her a lesson for stealing her man, you know?” She was so afraid that the words just kept tumbling out without much regard for what he could possibly know. “And then he showed up with his drugs and his…manners, and Olga convinced him to fuck her, to humiliate her, right? She promised that if he did that, he could fuck all of us, Blaire and me I mean, and her, though she would have probably found a way out of that arrangement, she always does, and would have left us to deal with that gangbanger…” Amanda laughed nervously. “He was really into it, really into that idea.” His tongue startled her, but she did not dare to move away.

The blade came dangerously close to her crotch, making her skin break out in goose bumps “Please…,” she whispered, unsure what she was asking for. Her breath came in hectic little pants now. “I thought it was all a bad plan, from the start I thought that it was. Blaire was being a bitch about it, but she didn’t protest either. And he really wanted to, I could tell.” She almost cried now. “I swear that’s all. I never wanted anything bad like that to happen. It was all Olga and that guy. That bald guy with the checkered shirt, who came here with us.”

***

Kate held her breath through it all. When Diego took the laptop from her, when he gently rearranged her blouse, when he started scrolling through the evidence Paul and she had collected. She didn’t even notice that she did until he finally looked at her again, nodding his approval. The relief was so physical that she almost started weeping. “Thank God…oh Jesus,” she muttered, short of breath and visibly grateful. “I am so glad we could resolve all of this.” She wondered if this meant that instead of Paul, Steve and Amy would have to die, but she did not ask. Kate figured that the less she knew, the better, and the sooner she and her family would be able to forget and put all of this behind them. The relief did not last long, however.

“What…happened between you and Olivia?” Kate repeated tonelessly. “What…what happened?” She did not want to anger him again, not now, after just having received the promise that he would not hurt her family. But here he was, speaking about her teenage daughter as if he was going to ask for her hand in marriage any minute now. She just stared at him. “You promised me you would not lay a finger on her.”

He did not reply. What on earth did he mean? While stumbling after him, doing her best to ignore the stares from drunk teenagers as they made their way to the parking lot, she said: “Diego, what has happened between you and Olivia? She is…she has just turned 18. What did you do?”

Emily joined them, now dressed in a casual T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was still damp from the quick shower she had taken, and she carried two backpacks, one of which Kate recognized as her daughter’s. “Looking good, Mrs. Anderson,” she said cheerily. “I like the style.” When they arrived in the parking lot, Diego opened Olivia’s car with an air of familiarity that made Kate shiver. She stopped and looked at Emily. “Do you know what happened between him and Olivia?” The girl shook her head and smiled wistfully. “I think you need to have that conversation with her, Mrs. A.” She slipped into the backseat of the Mercedes. “Or with him. Why don’t you sit in the front?”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Hector stood upright and let go of a sudden chuckle as Amanda revealed the details of their little plot against Valentina and who was involved. It had seemed strange to Hector that his fuck up cousin Chewy had so suddenly and deeply gotten in with a blood member of the Lopez family—now, though less strange, it seemed no less miraculous that he was able to salvage a relationship with her in the wake of assaulting her for a chance at a threesome with these yuppie bitches.

“Chewy?” Hector chuckled, pulling his knife away from Amanda’s body and stabbing it into the drywall, “Chewy attacked Valentina? Madre de Dios.I don’t know which that boy is more, stupid or lucky…”

With the knife set aside and her binds removed, Hector helped himself to Amanda’s willing, young body. Both of his tattooed hands grasped the firm globes of her ass, pulling her lower half against him, letting her feel the growing bulge of his arousal. He wasn’t gentle about feeling and squeezing her ass cheeks, but rather instead he was thorough.

“Listen, you were right to tell me this, and I’m going to make sure that this isn’t any harder on you than it ought to be—hell, good girl like you, I might find a way to let you enjoy your new life. But what you’ve just told me, about Chewy being your agent—or Olga’s, as the case may be—you can never tell anyone else that it was Chewy. It was that white boy, Tom who attacked Valentina. That’s what she’s saying, so if you want to go on living, maybe have a shot at happiness someday, it better be what you’re saying too. Understand?”

While he instructed her, Hector was grinding his now fully erect cock between Amanda’s thighs, pulling her into the motions with his hands on her ass. His wide moustache swept across her neck as he continued.

“From now on, I’m going to be your Pimp. As your Pimp I’m going to look out for you and make sure this… transition doesn’t break you. I’ll steer you away from danger and make sure to include you in on the fun—eventually, this will all just seem like a party that doesn’t end. But your part in this is loyalty—a Pimp comes before anyone else, before tricks, before mom and dad—even before God. Your Pimp’s every word is scripture. Belonging to him and pleasing him with your perfect obedience should be heaven.”

Hector’s hips were swaying now as he talked, the tent of his hard cock behind his slacks rubbing against Amanda’s slit as his hands moved up her back to slide the straps of her bathing suit down her bronzed arms.

“Will you forsake your old life, your old God and give yourself to me? Are you still my good girl, or do you want to take your chances with whatever the others have in store?”

*-*-*

“Wake up now, bitch!” Ignacio tossed a cup of water into Olga’s face to rouse her from the K Hole.

While she’d been unconscious Ignacio had taken his time styling her to his tastes. Her blonde hair brushed smooth into two pigtails, her makeup done…perhaps not as subtly as she might have done for herself and not much improved by the splash of water. He’d stripped her naked and dressed her again in a skimpy cheerleading outfit—somewhere between a novelty store costume and the genuine article. Too lewd to pass for real, but too well-made to be a fetish costume.

“It’s time to get to work.”

Ignacio was less concerned with what Olga had to say or the circumstances that led her to this moment. He didn’t care to watch Chewy’s back or avenge Valentina’s honor. It had been a difficult night and he sought only to relieve some of the tension that had built up following this parade of fools into peril.

He grasped her hair in both fists, lifting her roughly to her knees. He was already naked and already hard—dressing her had been plenty of foreplay for him. He forced himself into the back of Olga’s throat.

“Any tooth that touches me I’m going to punch out of your head. Rubber teeth suit a whore better anyway,” Ignacio warned, raising his fist in a threat.

*-*-*

Double A grinned at Hanna, who seemed to have fully bought into the idea of leaving them with sufficient blackmail material, as she drank down her Scotch in a few deep swallows. She was warming to him, which made him happy. If it was an act, it was a convincing one, but if he was honest with himself, it didn’t make him want to let her go. He wanted to keep her, more and more, he wanted to keep her for himself. A porcelain, white trophy for the token white gangbanger.

He could imagine a future with her.

The other one was still very resistant, not at all convinced that she could trust him or that there was any way that they would make it home. He was somewhat relieved when Lucia joined them, famous for her persuasion and seemingly better suited to gaining Bethan’s undivided attention.

Double A nodded expressionlessly when he handed Lucia her phone back, the situation was worse even than he’d first suspected. The girl’s mother was very much responsible for finding them—not the Tres Seis as much as the Lopez family, who Bethan was now more acquainted with than any gringos on this side of the border. Even Double A hadn’t been deep enough in the cartel network to meet Lucia or Valentina before tonight and frankly was still slightly in awe of them. He felt slightly reassured that Lucia seemed to be taking an active role in the process to get these innocents out of here.

Double A retrieved his professional Nikon from its case when Hanna leaned over to do a line, the shutter snapping several times as she snorted the line and a few more as she leaned back, letting the powder seep back into her sinuses. When she smiled up at him, looking so proud of herself, Double A couldn’t resist any more, he leaned down, cradling the side of her face in one hand and lifting her into a deep, passionate kiss that broke only reluctantly when Bethan leaned over to do her line, snapping a few more pictures, angling the camera to keep her lovely face in the frame.

“There, see? Not so terrible is it?” Double A smiled, his hand still caressing Hanna’s smooth skin from above for a moment before he sat down on the couch beside her, “if you girls keep this up you’ll be home before this time tomorrow. The main thing that I want to impress on you is that your friends, those three in the rooms, they left the party together. Nobody went with them. They said they were going to meet some older guys and go to Mexico. You haven’t seen them since. Got that?”

Double A set the camera down for a moment to caress Hanna’s long, tanned leg—still uncovered from her bikini bottoms down.

“As long as you stick to that story, nobody is even going to see these pictures. They’ll go in a safe… or encrypted safe files on an external hard drive, and no one will ever know what happened here. So just let yourselves have some fun. Enjoy this. As long as you play nice, it’ll be over before you know it.”

The terms seemingly laid out, Double A kissed Hanna again, this time on an even level, his hand creeping up her inner thigh as his tongue crept into her mouth. She tasted like fine Scotch. He breathed out through his nose, unprepared for the sudden rush of endorphins that he felt from kissing her. Double A had plenty of sex, but this feeling was somehow… unfamiliar.

Just then, their moment was spoiled by Leon barging into the main room from down the hallway. He was leading Olivia by the back of her neck. Not roughly, exactly, but not gently either. He looked down at Lucia, removing his sunglasses.

“Looks like you lost one. I found her poking around in the office. She one of yours?” Leon asked impatiently, his gaze and his words both cutting like knives, clearly not on the same mirthful wavelength that Double A and Lucia were working so hard to cultivate, “I’m looking for… there you are!”

Leon sighed a faint sigh of relief, Valentina was there, he gave her a withering glare, but no more. Even with how she vexed him, she was still the boss’ daughter. He was saving his most potent venom for her accomplice and sometimes whipping girl—
“Inez! You sneaky little bitch, I’m going to wring your neck!” Leon strode fast and aggressively across the room, eager to get his hands on her, only to be suddenly halted by some skinny fucking Cholo that he didn’t recognize, “get out of my way Pendejo!”

“Hey, hold on! Take a breath. Who are you?”

“Who am I? Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Chewy. Your turn.”

That answer obviously didn’t satisfy Leon who reached behind himself to grasp the handle of his Beretta that he kept in the back of his pants. This action caused Double A to retake his feet, reaching for his .357 Magnum that was mounted in a leather holster under his sport coat.

“He’s with us,” Double A announced himself, letting Leon know that he was in a standoff, “and he’s right, it’s your turn.”

Leon neither answered nor drew his pistol, he just leaned to one side, glaring angrily at Inez.

“This is your fault too. And you’re going to pay.”

“I don’t think so,” Chewy answered, once again placing himself between them. Inwardly cursing Diego for making him leave back his pistol.

*-*-*

“Look, your daughter and I made love,” Diego said it as plainly as he could, turning over the engine, “I didn’t expect it and she quite enjoyed it. I intend to date her going forward. I know that she’s young, but that’s what’s appealing—the idea of seeing the world through her eyes for the first time… I have strong feelings for her and I can’t help myself but to make plans.”

Diego was driving fast, he wasn’t used to asking for things he wanted.

“I know what I am and I’m sure that you have mixed feelings, but you have my word that I’ll be good to her. I’ll give her a life that you and your husband couldn’t even dream of. Keep in mind, I don’t need to ask!” Diego’s tone grew suddenly severe, fluctuating between heartfelt pleas and stern threats, uncertain what it would take, “but I know that she loves you and I want her to keep you in her life. Maybe Paul too, we’ll see. That’s why I’m enduring this awkwardness and asking for your support in this. I ask it, knowing that I could take it if I wanted. Your daughter has already taught me something that I didn’t know before today. That which is freely given has twice the value of that which is taken.”

Diego was doing ninety on the freeway, the tires skid as he drifted from asphalt onto the dirt road.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Amanda flinched when the blade hit the drywall next to her but said nothing. She was relieved that Hector did not seem angry at what she had just told him. On the contrary, he seemed somewhat amused and more willing to be gentle with her. At least, she mused, not set on killing or torturing her, which under the circumstances, was progress.

What he hoped to get from her now was of an entirely different nature. Judging by the bulge in his slacks now urgently pressing against her crotch, he liked the way her ass felt – hopefully enough to further distract him from hurting her. Propelled against him, Amanda rested her hands against his chest, neither trying to resist nor encourage his advances. “I won’t say anything, I swear,” she hurried to promise when Hector laid out his terms. “It was Tom who raped the Mexican girl.” She tried a smile. “I mean, in a way he was the reason for all of this, wasn’t he? Because he two-timed Olga. It was all his fault. I promise that I will not say a word to anyone.”

Amanda very much wanted to go on living and didn’t give a fuck about Tom taking the blame for what that idiot gangbanger had done.

His hard cock felt good against good against her swimsuit-clad crotch, a welcome distraction from her fear. “I’ll do as you say,” she breathed, whimpering softly when his moustache brushed against her throat. “I’ll tell them whatever you want me to.” He continued to talk to her about his plans, his voice calm and soothing. She closed her eyes as he continued to grind himself against her, and Amanda, her mind still clouded by the remnants of molly, booze, and too much adrenaline, couldn’t help but move with him. It felt so good. Her hands wandered across his chest to his upper arms, gripping them tightly, while she was trying to concentrate on his words. A pimp? Why would she need a pimp?

She moaned softly, her pussy growing slick and throbbing with need. What was it that he was asking?

Alone with him in this room, trapped in this house, Amanda was utterly incapable to make any decision that did not have to do with her immediate survival, and maybe, in some lower, animalistic way, with some sort of instant gratification that blurred out the fear. “My old…life,” she repeated stupidly. “M…my old…god?” She wasn’t sure if he wanted a sincere answer to this, in which case she was at a loss at what to say. Amanda had never been religious. But she was sure that she needed his protection and that she really did not want to risk losing it for something prospectively worse at the hands of the vengeful Mexican girl and her gangbanger friends.

“Yes, I’ll please you, I am yours,” she purred. “I’ll do anything you want.”

***

Olga’s mind snapped back to consciousness as the water hit her face, but she was still unable to move or talk. The ketamine had kept her in a confusing grip of fuzzy euphoria and horrific hallucinations, and now, with Ignacio looming over her, she desperately tried to focus and make sense of her surroundings. The girl wrecked her bewildered mind, trying to remember what had happened, and gradually, fragments of memory began to fall back into place. She recalled the party, the Mexican girl, fucking Tom, and finally the scenes around the pool: the cholos, the other girls, and their abduction. She was terrified but unable to move a muscle.

“Blaire...?” she tried to mumble, or at least she thought she tried, but her dry lips moved uselessly, emitting only a rasping sound. She felt a dull ache in her stomach, and slightly nauseous. Olga looked up at Ignacio in her drugged daze, half-remembering his eyes floating above her, his breath on her face, his tattoos dancing in wild images across her mind. She had been too far gone to take in what exactly had happened to her while with him, that he had dressed and styled her, but now she felt the sting of runny mascara in her eyes, and blinked, trying to make the irritating sensation stop.

She winced when he roughly pulled her to her knees by her hair. Her arms flopped to her side like that of a slender doll and had he not held her up, she would have collapsed back onto the floor. His features gradually swam into clearer focus. “Work…?” she tried again and gagged. The tummy ache became more pronounced. What had he given her? Olga vaguely realized that he was naked, and that his rock-hard cock pointed at her face like a weapon. “Please…,” she whispered. “I don’t feel so grea…” Her attempt at begging him to spare her was abruptly stopped by Ignacio ramming his cock down her throat. The shock of it almost made her fully bite down on it, but she managed a slack jaw. Despite her dazed state his threat had registered in her brain, and she was desperate not to graze his sensitive flesh with her teeth.

Her lips stretched painfully around his massive meat, Olga tried to accommodate him. She choked, flailed, tried not to gag on it. It seemed impossible. She could feel her stomach turning and struggled not to throw up. Her eyes started to water with the effort as her saliva bubbled obscenely past her lips, forcing lewd gurgling sounds from her throat. Her tear-streaked and mascara-stained eyes were locked to his, silently begging him to stop.

***

Olivia was scared. She felt the guy’s hand around her neck, marching her back to the main house, and wondered if Diego would really join them, and if he did, if he would be in time to save her from her own stupidity and the retribution of the criminals that these people most certainly seemed to be. Unfortunately, the man who had surprised her in the office had not at all been willing to discuss the matter of missing cell phones, and Olivia wasn’t sure if he believed her when she said that she hadn’t been snooping around. “I’m really sorry,” she tried again lamely, but he didn’t even react.

Once in the main room, her fear turned to confusion. She stared at Bethan who was seemingly snorting a line of coke, and the Swedish exchange student, who was next to the English girl on the couch, making out with one of the men who had kidnapped them from the party. What the fuck was this horror show? Had everyone lost their mind except her? The guy behind her steered her towards the dark-haired woman Olivia recognized from earlier and then immediately made for Diego’s “cousin” and Inez.

Lucia did not get up when Leon left her there, and Olivia thought that maybe she did not care at all about what she had been up to in the office. But when she tried to scurry away, she felt the woman’s firm grip around her wrist. “Not so fast, Nancy Drew,” she said softly without looking at her, her attention momentarily captured by the stand-off unfolding on the other end of the room. “I have some questions for you.” Olivia winced. The woman’s grasp was painful.

Inez saw León come toward her and froze. She had guessed that he would be pissed, but obviously she had underestimated his fear of Papa Lopez and therefore his frustration not to be able to take his anger out on Valentina. Inez squared her shoulders. This had been how things went ever since she and León had started fucking, and she had known from the start, and against her better judgement, that their little tryst was a terrible idea. She let him fuck her because she had always nursed a crush on Valentina’s bodyguard – what had her father been thinking to hire a guy this hot for the job? – and León used her as an outlet for his irritation of being Valentina’s secret plaything. After all, if Lucia or, worse, the head of the Lopez family would ever find out about their affair, León would be a dead man. The irritation had quickly turned into resentment, which he would turn against Inez, who let him use her, often violently, because she simply could not stop herself from wanting him to, and Inez hated herself for it.

But this was too much. Ignoring Double-A and the dangerous tension, Inez exploded. “Where do you get off?” she shouted back at León, trying to shove Chewy aside. “You blame me for this shit? When it was literally your job to protect Valentina from that gringo ass piece of scum who assaulted her? Where were you when this entitled little prick raped her? Knocking back a few in some bar? Getting a lap dance?”

“All very good questions,” Lucia said calmly into the brief pause, a smile on her lips. Valentina could have smacked her for it.

Inez knew that it was extremely unwise, and, under the circumstances, unfair to taunt Leon like this, but she was unable to stop herself. All she had done was to invite her cousin to some party, and Valentina had turned the whole thing into a clusterfuck, pissing off everyone. It had not been her, Inez, who had convinced León that the party was in fact a shopping and spa weekend in LA and that he should take the night off. Who had then, without waiting for his or her dad’s approval, simply slipped her protective detail, and from there on out, had done nothing but fuck it all up. Fine, Inez was willing to cut her cousin some slack, because Tom had turned on her so viciously. But she was also fucking tired of having to bear the brunt of León’s anger, simply because he was too scared to put the blame where it really belonged.

“At least Chewy was there when Valentina needed someone to protect her, you fucking asshole! He did your job! Don’t you dare put this on me!”

The small, slender girl glared at León, still shoving at Chewy to get him out of the way. At least half of her attitude was nothing but posturing, and she knew that she’d regret it later. The words hung in the air like a live grenade that would go off as soon as they would hit the ground.

Lucia sat back in her chair and looked at Valentina, a provocative half-smile on her lips. It was clear that she would not get involved. She wanted Valentina to walk off that cliff and prove to everyone in the room that the boss’ daughter was nothing but a spoiled brat, unable to keep a lid on the dumpster fire she had started in the first place.

Valentina took a deep breath. It was time to…how had Lucia put it earlier? To play La Jefa and make some difficult decisions. “Put that away,” she snapped at Double A. “This is León, he’s with us.” She glared at the gringo. “And I’d suggest you don’t point your gun at a Lopez man again.” Then she turned towards León, Chewy and Inez. All she wanted was to have León to herself now. She’d find a way to appease him, to thank him, to make him forgive her. But she felt Lucia’s, and everyone else’s, eyes on her and knew that she could not risk even a sliver of doubt in that direction.

“You’re out of line,” she spat at Inez, who stared at her in disbelief. Valentina felt slightly uncomfortable, throwing her cousin under the bus like this, but it couldn’t be helped. “I think you should apologize to León.” Snapping her fingers at Chewy, she added: “And didn’t I ask you to get this party going? Make the rest of our guests feel at home before you make a pass at my cousin? And maybe make sure that none of them just wanders off? There is work to do, isn’t there?” Valentina wondered if any of them would listen to her, but her string of commands was interrupted by the ringing of her cellphone. She warily registered the name on the screen. “I have to take this,” she said. “And you should all get on with it and not bitch like little girls.”

Then she turned away, the phone pressed to her ear. “Yes…Papa?”

Hanna sat huddled into the far corner of the sofa, watching the scene unfold before her, shivering with fear. If she had momentarily forgotten how dangerous these men were, this was a refresher. She had never been around guns, had never seen anyone shoot a gun, and certainly not at another person. She looked at Double A, hoping he would come back to her and not let this situation escalate further. At the same time, she was scared of him, unsure if she really could trust him to let them all go, once they had the photos and the videos they wanted. What if they would simply shoot them all? Her eyes were now swimming with tears.

Bethan, on the other hand, sat up very straight. The coke had hit her bloodstream, and this time she had taken more, quite a bit more, than back in the pool house at Emily’s party, simply because she felt that she needed her senses dulled as much as possible. Unfortunately, the blow had the opposite effect on her. Lucia, who had quietly followed the exchange between Valentina and the others, noticed the English girl’s sudden spike of alertness.

“There’s too much testosterone in this room,” she sighed, her grip on Olivia’s wrist still as firm as before. “Why don’t the three of us go somewhere a little quieter? A little more private?” Olivia looked at her, then at Bethan, her eyes wide with apprehension. “I…I’m with Diego,” she whispered, trying to conceal her fear and hating herself for playing the card of mentioning her supposed protector. Lucia smiled, obviously intrigued by this new piece of information. “Is that so?” She gave Olivia a thorough look-over. “Torres has always had excellent taste. And don’t worry. I’m sure he won’t mind sharing with me.”

Bethan stood up, obviously resigned to what would come next. Olivia was less inclined to obey, but Lucia was stronger than her. “Let me show you girls my favorite room in the house.”

***

“You…made…love?” Kate stared at Diego from the side, while Emily chuckled softly from the backseat. “’Making love’ might be the wrong euphemism here, but Olivia definitely enjoyed what he did to her,” the girl said softly, looking out the window. Kate winced but decided to ignore it. “And you intend to…to date her?” She had to turn away to conceal the onset of hysterical laughter. All of this was insane. What did Diego expect of her? That she would give him her blessing? That she would let her only daughter fall in love – or whatever a teenager with her lack of experience was capable of – with a killer for hire, a guy who worked for a murderous drug cartel? Was he serious?

“My…support,” she repeated tonelessly. “You know that I can’t give you support with this. My god, Olivia still hasn’t even finished high school!” Her voice had a shrill edge. “She’s eighteen, so legally I cannot keep her from doing what she thinks is best, but I promise you that I will do all I can to deter her from taking off with a…a killer!” Kate wondered where her sudden courage came from. If Diego wanted, he could dispose of her, and her whole family. He had made that very clear. Maybe it was fatigue, maybe it was the overdose of adrenaline, but she was simply unwilling to play along in this farce.

“And I would appreciate if you would not tell her about what happened back at our house. Olivia doesn’t need to know about that,” she added pointedly, and fell silent.

Emily leant forward. “To be honest Diego…she’s right. I’m her best friend. And I can absolutely one hundred percent guarantee that she wouldn’t be thrilled by the whole truth. She’s into you…but she is…how should I put it? Not your average high school chick. She might be into bad boys in theory. Detailing all your misdeeds might scare her off.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

It took almost no effort at all for Chewy to hold Inez back from charging Leon, and he suspected that her intention was more to be held back than to actually get after the imposing figure. He barely had to hold out one arm to keep her behind him, shouting and jumping as she was—it was impossible not to notice the occasional sensation of her perky breasts pushing up against his muscular shoulder and upper arms, making him more eager to crack open that tight little package.

Despite everything which seemed to indicate that both he and Inez were defending Valentina, when she finally spoke up, she seemed to be aligning herself against them in favor of this seething bodyguard who intended her friend harm. Double A closed the leather strap back over his pistol, under his coat but remained standing, using his hand that he removed slowly from inside his coat to place a reassuring hand on Hanna’s shoulder.

“As you say, Ms. Lopez,” Chewy nodded through grit teeth, if this was a show they were making he wanted to prove that he could play his part, even if it tasted bitter in his mouth, “I’ll get this one away from that one for the time being, then I’ll make sure that the party guests are all enjoying themselves. Come on, feisty.”

Though she probably would have gone willingly, Chewy scooped Inez up onto his shoulder, carrying her with her firm, round ass right next to his face. One hand held onto the back of her firm, bronzed thigh as he carried her toward where the proper guest rooms were situated, the opposite side of the house from where the soundproofed cells were set up. As he passed Leon, he gave him a jovial nudge with his elbow as he passed.

“No hard feelings, hey? Seems like we’re on the same side,” Chewy plastered a fake smile across his face, not waiting for a reply before carrying Inez off to one of the guest rooms to cool off, “look forward to working with you!”

Leon just sneered before turning his attention back to Valentina.

“You wanted to feed me some excuses, right? Explain why humiliating me like this, in front of—” Leon cast a glance after Lucia, who seemed to be departing with her own prizes, “my superiors. Let’s hear it, but I’m not finished with you yet!”

The last bit Leon called after Inez who was still being carried down a hallway, before allowing himself to be led into privacy by Valentina.

Eventually it was just Double-A and Hanna left in the large room with a fully stocked bar and a still impressive pile of coke spread out on the table in front of them. Double A chuckled quietly to himself, shedding his jacket. He removed his sunglasses next, revealing expressive green eyes below his neatly cropped salt and pepper hair.

“We’ve been tasked with getting this party going but left by ourselves—whatever are we going to do?” he smiled down at her, reaching down to help her to join him on his feet, “I guess we’ll just have to party six times as hard to make up for the lack of company. What do you say? Body Shots?”

*-*-*

The sound of flesh slapping flesh had become like a soundtrack inside of the sparsely decorated room as Hector’s massive, uncut cock slammed Amanda’s teenaged pussy over and over. It had been going on without respite or hesitation for nearly an hour now. From the moment she had yielded herself to him, Hector acted with only one goal in mind—fuck her into an obedient, reliable whore.

If the sounds Amanda was making were any indication, Hector was making progress.

Still, it wasn’t enough—not yet at least. Hector only knew Diego by reputation, but he felt like he understood how the legendary “fixer” worked. You need to break a thing before you can remake it to suit your needs. He’d been a pimp for a time on a smaller scale, back when Chewy was still a boy, before the alliance with Ignacio made them members of a proper “International” crime outfit. He knew a thing or two about how to break a woman and if he could do it his way, he might spare Amanda from being broken the “other” way.

Hector reasoned that the worst he could dish out was still better than what the infamous Diego Torres would do with this fragile little thing. So he paid no mind to the bruises on her upper arms that he was leaving with his fierce grip, dragging her back into his jarring thrusts. It was better for her to be thoroughly broken by him than have to endure whatever this fixer had in store for these unfortunate gringa sluts.

“Yes! Take it, you bitch!” Hector panted, thick drops of sweat falling from his body and landing with audible slaps on Amanda’s body below, “I’m about to cum. Beg for my cum like a good slut and I’ll let you choose where it lands. Otherwise I’m going to sign you up for a Tijuana abortion by filling up your womb!”

*-*-*

Puddles of runny sick-mess littered the already filthy mattress, in some places lifting up old stains by the addition of Olga’s liquor puke. Ignacio hadn’t heeded the plea of Olga’s eyes, opting instead to force her to puke over and over until her stomach was completely empty—both her face and his cock linked by drooping, mucus strings of thick fluid that kept his cock joined to the back of her throat by translucent tinsel. It might have been beautiful if it weren’t so disgusting.

The mattress was soon abandoned in favor of a clean looking spot on the wall where Ignacio was presently slamming Olga’s inexperienced asshole with his thick cock. Her makeup was in chaos and her mascara smeared all around her cheeks and even dripping from her chin.

A beautiful disaster.

The lone consolation to Ignacio’s brutal treatment of his personal cheer-slut was that his cock was soaked in her puke and mucus which made the ramming of her asshole slightly more bearable as it worked well as a lubricant.

Ignacio gripped one of her pigtails while driving hard into her ass, pressing her skull against the wall as he continued to slam her over and over.

“You’re ours now, slut. You belong to us. I’m going to dress you up like a little fuckdoll and pound this tight ass every time I fucking see you. You’re not a person anymore—the person you were is missing, never to be found again. What remains is limited to your ability to please me and whoever else you’re told to please.”

Unlike Hector, sparing Olga from pain was the furthest thought from Ignacio’s mind.

*-*-*

As much as he knew about sex and women, Diego knew very little of love and what he was discovering since falling for Olivia didn’t exactly make him thrilled. He’d been open and honest, left himself vulnerable—and now here he was, being lambasted and humiliated by two bitches who he’d already broken.

Perhaps it was less trouble to take on another slave than a lover.

Yet, as he turned onto the out-of-the-way dirt road that led to the Lopez safe house compound, he reminded himself that none of this was Olivia’s fault and that she was worth enduring the attitude of her mother and the mirthful chastisement of her friend. She was worth so much more…

Diego skidded to a stop behind the line of cars and put Olivia’s car in park before turning to his passengers and speaking firmly.

“Let’s be absolutely clear,” Diego spat, grabbing the items he’d retrieved from the case he’d brought with him, “I’m not asking for permission or advice. I love her and I will do what is best for her. You can put this on, if you truly want to be my pet—but your input on my other relationships is not required.”

Diego tossed a flat-black, leather dog collar back into Emily’s lap.

“If you wish to be mine, put that on. It marks you as belonging to me. It is a contract. Only you may put it on, but only I may remove it. That’s why it has that small padlock. Do not place it around your neck lightly. And as for you—”

With this, his attention turned to Kate. He tossed her a black leather mask with no eye holes and only a zipper for where her mouth would be and a ring at the back for her ponytail to spill out.

“You won’t stop me from loving your daughter, you can’t. You may wish for her to end up like you, broken over some stranger’s cock because her pathetic husband can’t satisfy or protect her—but I intend better for her. If you’re determined to keep the truth of our history from her, you can wear that while we’re in there, since more than likely you’ll be getting fucked again. Just know, I intend to marry your daughter and it would be bad for you and everyone you know if you were to take up against me. Now let’s go.”

Lastly, Diego grabbed Olivia’s cell phone, which he’d picked up in the pool house, tucked under his clothes and intended to return to her. Could he still trust her that much? He didn’t see any other choice. He strode away from the car without looking back to see if he was followed—the drive had tested his patience enough. He wanted only to see Olivia, to confirm that she still felt the same way about him as he did about her… that he wasn’t making a fool of himself over a girl who didn’t want him.

Diego shook his head and lit a cigarette to chase off the bad memories that threatened to creep up on his mind.

“Alright, I’m here!” Diego announced, stepping through the front door after being greeted by the security forces at the front door, “I ought to have two more coming after me.”

He was surprised to find the main room almost abandoned aside for Double A and some blonde girl he didn’t remember. She was riding his cock in an armchair facing him and passionately kissing. Music was playing but no one seemed to be dancing. He looked around nervously.

“Where is Olivia?” Diego asked of no one in particular.

Double A just indicated a direction without sparing any of his focus from the girl bouncing in his lap. Diego moved slowly in that direction, listening closely and worried over what he might find.