Brutal Passions II (closed)

[Perverse]

Freedom.

After two years the air DID smell better when it was breathed on the OUTSIDE of a prison fence.

Two years LOST because of the ambitions of ONE ruthless woman.

A woman who was about to be taught a lesson she would NEVER forget.

Enrique smiled for the first time in over 500 days, a new scar becoming evident on his cheek as he did, his stride quickly taking him to the car full of men that were waiting for him.

"Let's get this show on the road boyzzzz"

Sliding into the back seat his hands were quickly full of soft curves and cold beer, his smile still evident even as he spoke the ominous words.

"I've got an attorney that needs to be taught a few new laws, the LAWS of the STREET, with me as her JUDGE and JURY!"

 

[Anachron]

As fate would have it, the woman whom Enrique would teach a lesson to was in fact along his path. She had forgotten about the Mexican, about the drug case, about the baggie of cocaine that had been planted. There was a letter of commendation for her in a file somewhere for that conviction.

She was driving too. But Rebecca knew far more about law than about automobiles. The left rear tire had been showing signs of wear for a good month now, and she hadn't noticed. With a pop, the tire gave way. There was that familiar grinding noise, followed by a whump-whump-whump-whump.

"Ah, shit," the blonde exclaimed. And on a deserted stretch of highway, too. Goddammit. She guided the car over to the side of the road, onto the dirt shoulder, safely off the road. There were no houses around. She flipped open her cell phone. No service. She moved a bit. One bar. She called her daughter Melinda. She was there, thankfully. She was very thankful Mom hadn't been hurt. She would be there in half an hour. Sorry she couldn't make it sooner, but she was with a client. Mom understood. The phone was clicked off. The woman stood outside her car, waiting, watching the sun approach the horizon.

 

[Perverse]

Justice comes swiftly to those who wait

The thought brought a laugh to Enrique's throat as he encouraged the driver to put the pedal down to the floor.

Justice was aided by art and science, this time, the art of tapping a phone, the science of forwarding the calls to them so they could do exactly what they were doing now.

The daughter was across town and with heavy traffic more than an hour away.

They were within minutes of the tiny bar the mother and attorney had described on the land line.

Justice was a woman with a warped sense of humor.

That proof was in the long legged form of a woman leaning against her car and blinding her vision by staring at the slowly setting sun.

The very woman who was responsible for putting Enrique IN jail.

She never even KNEW the group of three men and one woman were standing around her until it was too late.

And then when Enrique put on his best “kiss ass” performance and asked if they could be “of any kind of service at all?” The blond woman gratefully told her story of the flat tire and not having “cell service” to call for help. She even let slip she had “help” coming in the form of a daughter who would give her a car ride back to the city.

“We can change the tire for you in a flash, you could wait in the bar with Maria and we’ll let you know when we’re finished.”

Enrique politely offered and nearly laughed when the long legged attorney accepted and promised a cold drink as well as a reward for their help.

The men with Enrique looked at him like he was crazy as he let Rebecca walk away with Maria, that was until he explained how it would be easier to get “acquainted” with the attorney in a more secluded location, as well as move her expensive looking car with four good tires on it.

“She won’t leave until her daughter arrives, and by then we’ll have things neatly bottled up and the party will be started.”

He promised, the lewd joke drawing a laugh from all the men that turned Rebecca’s head just as she stepped into the tiny bar.

“Then we’ll insist that the daughter join us, won’t we boyzzzz”

 

[Anachron]

Rebecca sat in the bar, taking a swig of Dr. Pepper. This definitely wasn't her kind of place. Bars weren't her to begin with, and this one...well, she looked to be the only white person in the joint. She tried to tell herself she wasn't racist--no, not her!--but nonetheless there was comfort to be had in seeing others of your...well, one's kind in a place.

And here there were none such. On the wall was a Mexican flag, and the music on the jukebox was Spanish. She was hoping her daughter would hurry her ass up so she could get out of here. She thought a couple of the men were ogling her already.

 

[Perverse]

The tire changed and the car carefully hidden behind the bar, Enrique strolled into the bar followed by his "boyz", each arranging themselves around the seated woman as he spoke.

"All done Miss....? I think my men and myself would appreciate it if you bought us a pitcher of beer and then join us in a glass."

The crafty bartender took his cue and quickly drew a tall pitcher of beer from the tap, setting five glasses around it on the counter and looking to the woman for payment.

"Enrique looked curiously at the woman, the fact she failed to recognize him somehow irking him and creeping into his voice as he continued.

"You're not TOO good to lower yourself to the level of the men that just helped you out, are you?"

 

[Anachron]

Rebecca was uneasy at being in this place...but she did not want to seem rude. Soemthing about the man who was talking seemed familiar, nagging at the back of her mind. But she couldn't put a finger on it.

"Sure," she said, maintaining her demeanor. "Not too much to ask." Inwardly she steeled herself against the looks she was sure to get from these...people. She would endeavor to finish that glass as soon as possible. Not that she normally approved of drinking just before driving, but in this case she perceived staying here past the approaching dusk would be a far greater danger.

She plopped some money on the bar, and took the pitcher.

 

[Perverse]

As if on que the men split and flanked Rebecca at the table, two on each side and effectively blocking any retreat she might try to make, the pitcher quickly emptied into equal amounts into the five glasses in front of them.

"To justice."

Enrique lifted his glass in salute and met the eyes of each of the three men who sat at the table with him, the message clear to them as they nodded or winked back at him.

"Bottoms up, Miss"

Enrique coaxed the woman pressed to his side and grinned at her as she eyed the tall glass of beer.

"You've got time before your "help" arrives and I've ordered another pitcher to follow this one, here it comes now."

And it did, the moisture rolling off the outside of the glass pitcher telling of the chilled contents in it, that was quickly poured into the waiting glasses once again.

"Drink UP, Miss Assitant D.A., you're starting to upset my boyz."

 

[Anachron]

At the "Miss Assistant D.A." part, it all terrifyingly clicked. Who this man was. What he was, and how he had come to know her. The fact she was surrounded by him and his men. She thought about shouting for help to the bartender...but she figured at least one of the men was probably armed.

"Listen Enrique," she said quietly, "I know who you are. And my advice to you is to just back away and leave me be. Before you get into serious trouble. I appreciate you helping me with the car. You've done a good deed today. Don't screw it up by doing something here you're gonna regret." She began looking around for any possible escape path.

 

[Perverse]

Enrique laughed and the men with him followed, the mutual amusement at the fright written on the lone womans face bringing out the sarcastic humor in each of the men.

"Sit back and drink your beer, Rebecca."

It wasn't a polite or gentle request this time, rather a short, harsh command heard by all in the bar, the bartender reacting by walking out from behind the confines of the bar and towards them.

"As for making it worse you'd better take your own damned advice, Mz. High & Mighty D.A."

Dropping a hand under the table he placed it on her leg and grinned as she jerked, the voice of the bartender turning thier heads towards him as he stood in front of the table.

"Anything wrong here, can I get you something else before the party starts?"

Enrique turned back to his "guest" and grinned at the hopeful look in her face, then watched it fade as he spoke and laughed.

"This is my cousin, he runs this place for me, and the party he's referring to is you, Becky. One that will last ALL night if not longer."

 

[Anachron]

Rebecca thought bitterly that she didn't need to worry about whether or not trying to alert the bartender to her predicament would incur Enrique's wrath.

She was trapped. And what was worse, her daughter was on her way into this trap. She had no way to alert her. And she felt the Mexican's dirty hand sliding up her leg. She had no doubt what these men had in mind for her--and her daughter.

"Listen," Rebecca said. "Your--grudge is with me. Not my daughter. When she gets her, just leave her alone, okay?"

 

[Perverse]

Enrique worked his hand under Rebecca's panty and cruelly forced a finger into her dry sex, his eyes showing the anger and hatred he was feeling.

"I understand that it's a felony for an officer of the court such as yourself to use tainted evidence, it's even more frowned on when it's done for your own personal gain, the sentence for it usually lands you in the same prisons where you sent the innocent people."

Ramming a second finger in to join the second Enrique laughed as the man on Rebecca's right side pulled her blouse open.

"You cost me two years of my life for something we both know I didn't do, the only way I'd even consider not fucking your daughter is if you do everything my boyz and I want, is that clear enough, bitch?"

 

[Anachron]

Rebecca shuddered at that probing finger. These filthy men! She had only been doing society a favor by getting them off the street, she knew, and they were proving that now with their vile conduct.

But now they had come back. And there was no escape. The bartender only leered at her. Her only hope was that another patron might come into the bar who would see what was going on and call the police. But even that was a longshot...from the looks of this place, the sort of scum who probably frequented this dive might just stand and watch.

Or even join in.

Rebecca stood up. Perhaps Enrique thought, just for a second, that she was going to try and get away. But she knew there was nowhere to go. In the mirror behind the bar, she could see Enrique's brown arm reaching up under her skirt, inside her panties. As she stood up, a man tugged at her blouse, causing two buttons to unbutton. Her bra showed now, a lacy white model.

Without saying a word, the woman slowly unbuttoned the last two buttons on the blouse. The sides hung open now, her curves visible behind the lace white-wall of the bra. Reaching to the front center of the bra, she began to unhook it...

 

[Perverse]

"Not like THAT"

Enrique's words were sharp as he watched Rebecca begin to undress and then changed to a leering tone.

"Up ON the table, then you take your clothes off like a stripper working the crowd for a hundred dollar tip, only YOUR tip if you make it sexy enough will be not having to watch your daughter get FUCKED."

 

[Anachron]

Rebecca tried to fight the tear in her eye as she nodded. Then she started to climb onto the table. It was awkward for her. Clearly she had never done any gymnastics as a child. The wood creaked, and she had a scared, funny look in her eyes as she stood atop the tabletop. It was old wood, with Spanish graffiti new and old carved into it in several places. She had to duck slightly to avoid getting her head bonked by a Dos Equis promotional light that hung from the ceiling.

Then, she unhooked her bra. It hung up, supported by her blouse and breasts. She wriggled a bit, and both garments fell to the tabletop, the bra continuing on to the floor. She was now topless...C-sized breasts out for anyone and everyone to see. After just a moment's hesitation, she unhooked the clasp holding her skirt up, turning a bit so all the men could see her smooth, ivory skin.

 

[Perverse]

Enrique and his boyz were standing around the table as Rebecca awkwardly fought for her balance and stripped off her bra, each man voicing his approval and hooting thier individual encouragements.

The loudest of them all being Enrique as he laughed and demanded.

"Bend over and face me, I want those tits in my hands as you strip off your skirt and panties"

Grinning he watched Rebecca struggle to obey and as her full breasts came into reach he gripped each nipple with strong fingers and twisted them both cruelly.

"Now that's what I want, BITCH!"

Enrique roared with laughter as his moves drew a scream of pain from Rebecca and hoots of approval from the men around her, thier hands moving up and down her body as she struggled to comply.

"Now shake that ass and get NAKID!"

 

[Anachron]

Rebecca squealed when Enrique's rough brown fingers twisted her nipples. "Stop that," she cried out to the unsympathetic room around her. But the Mexican only squeezed her breasts, and demanded she degrade herself still further. Their hands were all over her, the perfumed scent of her body in the men's nostrils, beating at the odor of booze and sweat.

The skirt came down...then her panties. She was crying now, the men blurred through the tears in her eyes. "Please stop, no more," she cried. She was now no longer high, no longer mighty...but a scared, naked white female in the midst of Latin manhood, her ass moving back and forth in front of the face of one of Enrique's men, a fortysomething, beer-bellied migrant.

 

[Perverse]

With an ease that spoke of practice the men took thier places in the prelude to raping Rebecca.

Two men gripped an ankle each and pulled her legs apart, until she stood trembly with her feet on the edges of the table.

Enrique laughed and strengthened his grip, pulling Rebecca forward to kiss her roughly and leer in her face as she tried to pull away and failed.

"You'll enjoy Horje"

Enrique promised and twisted the abused nipples again

He has a talented tongue, though you may wish he shaved before he's done with you, but I guarntee you'll remember the tongue lashing he's going to give you for a long, LONG time!"

 

[Anachron]

The stench of booze and sweat disgusted Rebecca as Enrique pulled her toward him for his lewd kiss. Her feet slipped apart, spreading her legs, revealing her hairy snatch for all the men to see. One man in particular. She felt his breath on the inside of her thighs. What was this man about to do?

"He has a talented tongue, though you may wish he shaved before he's done with you, but I guarntee you'll remember the tongue lashing he's going to give you for a long, LONG time!"

"Oh God," Rebecca said, nasueated at the idea. But the fat Mexican's head went between her spread thighs, even as Enrique twisted her nipples again. Enrique took another kiss, and saw fear in her blue eyes.

 

[Perverse]

Enrique laughed as the three men held Rebecca and the fourth began to lick and probe her sex with his tongue.

"Enjoy it while you can Miss Becky! Before long you'll be doing the same for all of us!"

The men laughed and watched with evil glee as long minute after minute Rebecca was forced to endure the cunniligus and slowly her resistance began to fade.

"Hurry Horje! We want her tamed before we're introduced to her daughter!"

Enrique laughed and tugged downward, kissing Rebecca harshly and biting her lip before he released the kiss.

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Meanwhile in the rear of the bar, the daughter had already arrived, her greeting much less cordial then she had imagined, her cries of dismay unheard over the din of the party in full swing in the front room

 

[Anachron]

Rebecca felt time stretch out as her most private place was probed with a dirty old Mexican's tongue. And her mouth was likewise invaded as Enrique gave her sloppy kisses while continuing to use her breasts as white toys in his hands. His men cheered on Horje and Enrique alike.

Sweat began to bead on the brow of Rebecca...

In the back of the bar, Melinda opened the door, peering inquisitively inside. The high-school senior was wearing shorts and a bikini top, which held back generous curves. She had thrown on an unbuttoned shirt over it, but given her ample figure, her cleavage was visible. The shirt left about four inches of bare flesh at the bottom. She saw a group of men, all Mexican. Salsa music was playing rather loudly.

"Any of you see my Mom here," the teenager asked.

In the next room, separated by a wooden wall and the barrier of sound, Rebecca felt her insides getting heated. She couldn't figure it out, the juxtaposition of reluctant sexual pleasure with the degradation and awkwardness of being naked in a beaner bar, scumbag men she wouldn't give the time of day to delighting in her weakness. It wasn't the kind of experience that any woman should find stimulating.

 

[Perverse]

Enrique laughed as Rebecca began to moan and press her body backwards into Horje's lips.

"Open your eyes puta"

He demanded, her eyes tightly clenched shut as she sought to escape in the only way left possible.

Into her mind

"I want you to KNOW what is happening to you, and SEE us watch you as we USE you."

A rhythm had developed, of sorts. As Rebecca pressed back into the pleasure and escape of Horje's tongue she closed her eyes.

And Enrique twisted her nipples, tugging her forward and away from the pleasure, forcing her eyes open with the pain of his movements.

"You like it, don't you puta?"

Enrique questioned softly and peered into the pain/passion filled eyes.

"Your time is drawing close very soon!"

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"Your Momma, little one?"

The bartender questioned and closed the door behind him.

"What does she look like and why are you looking for her?"

Only a blind man could not see the full curves and ample amount of skin the young woman showed, and the men that gathered around her all had excellent vision.

"Why don't you have a seat and a drink while we help you find her, ehh pretty one?"

 

[Anachron]

Incredible as it seemed to Rebecca, her body was reacting to the tongues...she felt her breathing get faster, though her body wasn't working any harder than it had been when all this began. Her nipples were now rock-hard, and Horje found her moisture flowing quite nicely now.

Yet the woman was stoically silent, glaring daggers at Enrique. Then a moan escaped her lips. She tried to pull them shut again, but the Mexican planted a kiss on them, moving his tongue inside once again.

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In the back room, Melinda described Rebecca almost perfectly. She smiled at the men. They did not see any of the haughtiness or arrogance her mother displayed. "Sure. Her car broke down." A man sat down next to her. He was a few years older than her. She smiled at him. "Hey, what's your name? I'm Melinda, by the way."

 

[Perverse]

Enrique smiled as he watched the woman before slowly change.

Change from the haughty, upright bitch who hated everything and everyone that wasn't was as lilly white and pure as she was, into the hot, wanton slut she refused to admit she might ever be.

No longer was it necessary to pinch her nipples to keep her bent over, she now did it of her own voalition, moaning and whimpering as Horje laved away at her sex and drove her closer to the brink of an orgasm.

Instead Enrique cupped her breasts and massaged them as if he were her lover, letting his tongue roam over the hard nipples and flawless skin, talking softly and gently as he too teased her closer and closer.

"Cum for us my little puta, show us what we all know you are, and NEED"

while less than twenty five foot away

"My name is Armando my pretty little desert flower, and you have arrived to brighten our night, do you do this for all men so they might appreciate your beauty and grace?"

Armando smoothly replied and brushed back a strand of hair from Melinda's face, and smiled as she leaned into the caress of his hand rather than pull away.

"Even the scent of your body smells like a rare and exotic wild-flower."

He continued gently and leaned into the curve of her neck to breath deeply before kissing her half bare shoulder.

"I'm afraid you've stolen my heart already, is that possible?"

 

[Anachron]

The mother moaned...only the sound of the jukebox drowned it out. She hated Enrique...but she was powerless to stop the climax that was building up. As Enrique toyed with her breasts, licking the nipples, she moaned, shuddering...and the Mexicans knew they had won.

Melinda chuckled at Armando's come-on. But when he bent over to kiss her shoulder, she didn't pull away. "You know," she said shyly, "I always liked Latinos. My first...boyfriend was a Mexican. My Mom didn't like it, but he was." The girl ran her hand along Armando's chest, then gave him a soft kiss. "So there you go. So you see I'm a nice white girl."

 

[Perverse]

The men laughed as Rebecca moaned and then cried out, her body shuddering as the first orgasm washed over her body and she sagged in the collective hands of the men supporting her.

"You like it don't you my puta?

Enrique leered at her and watched as she whimpered and tossed her head from side to side.

Horje lifted his soaking wet face and grinned, then lowered it to continue his perverse pleasuring of her clit, a finger sliding joining his tongue as Enrique pressed for his answer.

"You never dreamed it possible, did you? To find such great pleasure in such a place as this, and from men LIKE US?"

"I am pleased your first lover was a man of Spanish descent"

Armando replied honestly and slid an arm around Miranda's trim waste, giving her a gentle, lingering kiss in return.

"I am sure he gave you great pleasure, in and out of the bedroom?"