The ofŢce itself was for the most part tastefully decorated, in a third world sort of way. In its center stood a large varnished wood desk with a scarred red leather top, from behind which, the Comandante gazed impassively up at the angry, American woman. Against the far wall was a somewhat dilapidated couch covered in stained linen. A couple of rusting Ţling cabinets stood near the single window which looked out from two ßoors up onto a dusty courtyard. Several posters of local scenes and one large oil painting of poor quality depicting "El Presidente" graced the drab white walls.

"Captain Sanchez, perhaps IŐm not making myself clear," Jennifer land continued. "I am an American citiz...."

The old rotary style telephone on the desk let out a clattering ring. The Comandante held up his hand, cutting Jennifer off in mid-syllable. "Sanchez," he answered in a clipped military fashion. He listened for several moments, nodding his head from time to time. "Si, bueno," he replied into the receiver. Raoul Sanchez was not a man to mince words. "Si, perfecto. Gracias," he said at last. An odd smile graced his poorly complected face as el Comandante leaned slowly forward to replace the telephone receiver into its cradle. He looked up at Jennifer Land once again, a completely neutral expression on his face.

Taking this as a cue that she might continue her verbal assault, Jennifer stood up straight, squared her shoulders, glared as menacingly as she knew how at the man behind the desk and said as calmly and succinctly as possible. "Captain Sanchez, I am an American citizen. I have been unjustly separated from my family and unduly detained. I wish Ţrst to speak with the consulate at our embassy. I expect immediately thereafter to be released from custody and reunited with my husband and daughter. I donŐt know how I can make these demands any clearer, Captain Sanchez." Having said her piece, Jennifer waited for the manŐs reply and, she hoped, capitulation.

"Mrs. Land, please. Be patient with my ofŢce. There is no need for harsh words or hard feelings," the Commandant said switching to surprisingly good English. "That was one of my most trusted lieutenants just now." He nodded toward the phone. "He assures me that your husband and young daughter are in good hands and in good health." Jennifer opened her mouth to respond, but again was cut off by his upraised hand. Sanchez had a certain power over women. "You must understand," he continued, "that we have, as a result of your own governmentŐs insistence, sought to increase the security at our airport. We have just recently received reports from your Drug Enforcement Agency that there is a new smuggling ring in the region who allegedly uses operatives disguised as touring American families to move their product. We cannot be too careful, now can we, Mrs. Land." Raising his eyebrows condescendingly, Sanchez folded his hands over his ample belly then leaned back in his big swivel chair, causing it to complain bitterly.

"Captain Sanchez, I sympathize with your situation, but I can assure you that my family and I are not the people you seek. Now, if you please, I would like to place a call to our embassy."

Jennifer Land was not about to forgive and forget. Not only had she and her husband and teenage daughter been forcibly separated almost immediately after setting foot in this God forsaken shit hole of a country, but Jennifer had then been escorted into a small anteroom where she was strip searched by a none to gentle Latin woman of massive stature. Every opening and oriŢce in her body had been systematically probed. Never in her thirty-two years had Jennifer been subjected to such indignities. She felt totally violated, and was therefor feeling quite vindictive.

"Very well, Mrs. Land," Captain Sanchez said in a conciliatory manner. "If that is the way it must be between us, then so be it. I will do as you ask." He leaned forward in his chair, picked up the telephone and dialed. Handing the receiver to Jennifer he said simply, "Your embassy." He sat back in his big chair looking beaten and chastened.

Sanchez watched Jennifer Land from behind his mask of contrition. "She is an attractive, young woman," he thought. Captain Sanchez had a "thing" for American women. He liked to deŢle them, to make them grovel. They were all such haughty bitches who led their simpering males around by the testicles. Sanchez laughed inwardly. "I suspect Mr. Land is learning all about being led by the testicles right now at the hands of Sergeant Diaz."

Diaz, had a reputation for brutality and preferred the company of men, white men in particular. Diaz had been given the Land male as a reward for his part in the familyŐs abduction at the airport. Diaz had been told that he could keep Mr. Land for as long as it suited him after which he should either kill the man and dispose of the body or sell him to a mutual acquaintance who would see to it that Land was put to good use somewhere outside of their country.

Either way, the thought was amusing to Captain Raoul Sanchez as he sat listening to the idle threats and boasts the Land bitch was presently voicing over the phone to someone in her embassy.

"I want him reprimanded formally!" Jennifer Land shouted into the receiver. "And I want thatÉ that female beast of a security guard at the airport arrested. She virtually raped me!"

Again, Sanchez had to hold back a laugh. Angelica from airport security had thanked him profusely for allowing her to have a few minutes with the American woman. "It had been a long time since she had played with such a scrapperŐ," Angelica had later informed her superior.

Jennifer faced Sanchez. Her dark, green eyes ßashed in anger.

"She is indeed a beauty," Sanchez thought idly. "One would hardly suspect that she is the mother of a Ţfteen year old daughter."

Jennifer had in fact turned thirty-two one month ago, and she was indeed a very hansom young woman who caught many a stare from male passers by. Jennifer had dark, brown hair which she wore girlishly long, often tied back in a ponytail. Her face was a lovely oval shape with high cheek bones. Jennifer had a cute upturned nose and sparkling green eyes. She kept herself in immaculate shape, spending many hours at the Nautilus Club in their home town. She also lifted free weights and ran. Jennifer had a narrow waist and nicely shaped hips. Her breasts were not overly large. One might call them, "a handful". Even after having breast fed her daughter Emily, JenniferŐs tits had not lost their bounce. JenniferŐs best feature, all of her male acquaintances agreed, was her butt. Put simply, Jennifer Land had a great ass.

While he watched her talking on the phone, Sanchez continued his daydream. "LetŐs see," Sanchez thought, doing the math while Jennifer rattled on with the

embassy, "Daughter is Ţfteen, that means mother was seventeen when daughter was born. So, probably knocked up when she was sixteen. Well..well..well," thought Sanchez. "This is indeed interesting. The sassy bitch standing on the other side of the desk started early. I wonder if her weakling husband was her Ţrst and only. I suppose with one so young itŐs possible. Interesting. Very interesting. It shouldnŐt bother her too much then when her daughter follows in her motherŐs footsteps." This thought brought a smile to SanchezŐs lips.

"And just what are you grinning about, Captain?" Jennifer Land said as she placed the receiver none to gently onto the cradle. "That was Gary Jameson of the United States Embassy on the phone. He informed me that he is on his way over here as we speak, and expects to be here in about two hours. Mr. Jameson told me to tell you that you and he are going to have a lot to talk about when he arrives."

"Two hours," Sanchez muttered as he looked up at Jennifer Land from his musings. "Only two hours. That doesnŐt leave us much time."

"Time?" Jennifer asked, confused. "Time for what, Captain?"

"Mrs. Land, we have much to do if we are to reunite you with your family. There are many details which must be worked out," Captain Sanchez said in a very businesslike and ofŢcial manner. He leaned forward and shufßed through some papers on the desk. Then looking up at Jennifer, he said ßatly, "The Ţrst thing you will need to do for me, Mrs. Land is to remove your clothing."

For a long moment, Jennifer stood staring at the man behind the desk, refusing to believe what she had just heard. Finally, Jennifer found her voice. "I.. I beg your pardon, Captain," she croaked, then cleared her throat, trying to recover her equilibrium.

"I asked that you please remove your clothing, Mrs. Land," Sanchez repeated in a cold tone of voice, his dark eyes sparkling wickedly. "I donŐt know how much clearer I can be." He smiled up at the shocked young woman. It was a cold, predatory smile that sent shivers through Jennifer.

It only took a moment for the adrenalin to kick in. Jennifer could hear her heart pounding in her ears. At Ţrst she glanced quickly around the dingy ofŢce, looking for a way to escape. When nothing obvious presented itself, she looked back at the captain. Jennifer managed to regain some composure through sheer force of will, and with it came anger and outrage. Summoning all of her courage, Jennifer glared across the desk at Sanchez and growled, "IŐll do no such thing. How dare you even suggest something so vile and crude. IŐll have you know that this incident will not go unreported. As soon as Mr. Jameson arrives, there will be hell to pay. And now, Captain," Jennifer spat triumphantly. "I demand that you escort me to a suitable place where I might await Ambassador JamesonŐs arrival."

The room fell silent following JenniferŐs tirade. Raoul Sanchez and Jennifer Land remained locked eye to eye for several moments. The sound of children laughing could be heard coming from somewhere outside.

With a resigned sigh, Captain Raoul Sanchez pushed back his desk chair and stood slowly. His posture was slouched and chastened as he moved around the end of his desk. Then as he stepped in front of Jennifer Land, he suddenly stood up straight revealing his true size. Jennifer actually took a step backward as she looked up at the big man.

Raoul Sanchez, though a little on the pudgy side, was an imposing Ţgure of a man. Standing at six foot four inches tall, he weighed two hundred seventy pounds if he weighed an ounce. After a poignant moment of silence during which Sanchez noticed the fear in the American bitchŐs eyes, he said almost conversationally, "I think, Mrs. Land, it is time that you fully understand your situation." Jennifer meanwhile was speechless. Continuing, the big man said, "You are not in America anymore, Mrs. Land. You are in my country; in my world." Sanchez grinned maliciously. "And in my world, Mrs. Land, the only rights you have are those that I see Ţt to grant to you."

Jennifer opened her mouth to object. Like lightning, SanchezŐs hand shot out and slapped her hard across her mouth, with a resounding "crack". Jennifer spun, catching herself on the edge of the desk or she would have fallen to the ßoor. Her head swam. She tasted blood. Jennifer was thoroughly stunned, having never been struck before by anyone for any reason.

"You will learn to speak only when told, Mrs. Land." Sanchez continued in his cold conversational tone. He wasnŐt even breathing hard. "In my world, Mrs. Land, you will soon discover that everyone, and I do mean everyone, follows my orders without question or hesitation. I expect no less from you, Mrs. Land." Having said this, Sanchez remained silent for a moment as if waiting for Jennifer to digest all that he had said. Then without warning he snapped, "Strip, Mrs. Land. This minute!"

Jennifer took another step backward, but she wasnŐt beaten yet. She wasnŐt going to go down without a Ţght. "ItŐll take more than what youŐve got to make me do anything of the sort, you bastard!" Jennifer hissed. She looked like a cornered alley cat.

With a laugh, Sanchez reached out and grabbed Jennifer by her upper arm.

"Oww! Let go of me you son of a bitch!" Jennifer struggled, but to no avail.

Sanchez shook Jennifer hard, then slapped her on the side of her head once..twice. Jennifer was terriŢed. Sanchez smiled at her when she looked back up at him, her green eyes wide and staring. "Mrs. Land, I can arrange for some assistance if you wish. I am sure that more than one of my guards will happily volunteer to disrobe you, but I thought that I would spare you that embarrassment. I was hoping that this would be a private affair, between you and me." He grinned wickedly.

Sanchez released his grip on JenniferŐs arm, leaned casually back against the edge of his desk and crossed his powerful arms over his chest. "Before we get started, Mrs. Land, I would like to point out one other piece of information which you may have overlooked."

Jennifer gazed up at him with hate in her eyes while she rubbed her injured arm.

Sanchez leaned back and picked up a Ţle folder from the stack of papers on the desk top. Opening the folder he scanned its contents in silence. Then at last he began to read from the top sheet in the Ţle. "Emily Land," he quoted. "Age 15, Ţve feet, 4 inches tall, 93 pounds, green eyes, brown hair, appendectomy scar on lower abdomen." Sanchez glanced over the top of the folder and smiled when he saw the look of horror on Jennifer LandŐs face.

Immediately her entire demeanor changed. "Captain Sanchez, IÉ" Jennifer stammered then stood silent, her heart racing again. "Captain, please. You assured me that my family would not be harmed."

"Harmed, Mrs. Land? Harmed? Of course not. At this moment, your husband Mr. Land is in capable hands. IŐm sure he is being treated to some of our local color, and your lovely daughter thus far has undergone only a routine search."

JenniferŐs vile look made Sanchez pause, holding up his hand in mock surrender.

"Please, Mrs. Land. Before you misjudge me. Your daughter was searched, but no invasive methods were used on the young lady. She is safe and in good care." He noticed Jennifer relax a bit. "It is that care that I wish to discuss with you, Mrs. Land." He paused to be sure he had JenniferŐs undivided attention. "As I have mentioned, your daughter is indeed a lovely, young girl, taking after her mother." The compliment went unrecognized. "Emily is under the watchful eye of one of my top lieutenants, however, it has been reported that several of the other guards at our detention facility have, shall we say taken more than a casual notice of your daughter."

Jennifer felt sick. She knew where this was going. Just then a knock came on the ofŢce door.

"Si," Sanchez snapped, obviously annoyed at the interruption.

The door opened, and a young uniformed guard stepped into the ofŢce. "Pardoneme, mi Capitan," the man began then continued on in rapid Spanish. Sanchez nodded several times, curtly. When the guard Ţnished, he was excused by the Captain and quickly left the ofŢce.

Turning to Jennifer, Sanchez said, "My guard has informed me, Mrs. Land, that Mr. Jameson from your embassy will be detained for an indeŢnite period of time. He sends his regrets and asks that you please be patient." Sanchez smiled his wicked smile then continued. "So, Mrs. Land. It appears we have a bit more time to spend together, you and I."

Jennifer felt the blood rush from her head. Unsympathetically, Sanchez simply stood by and watched as the young woman nearly fainted. Jennifer was cold and trembling when the Captain next spoke. "Well, then, Mrs. Land. LetŐs continue then, shall we. Please disrobe for me now. You may begin with your blouse, and remember, Mrs. Land. It is only through my direct intervention that your young daughter, Emily escapes the amorous attentions of some of my staff. LatinŐs are known for their skill with women, Mrs. Land. IŐm certain that young Emily would learn many new pleasures were I to permit it. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Mrs. Land?" Sanchez pushed himself away from the desk and took JenniferŐs chin in his big hand, squeezing her cheeks. "I said, do I make myself clear, Mrs. Land? I expect you to answer my questions." His voice was cold and threatening.

Jennifer took a slow, shuddering breath, held it then slowly nodded her head.

"IŐm sorry, Mrs. Land. I didnŐt hear you. Your answer, please, and have the courtesy to look me in the eye when you speak." He let go of her.

TerriŢed for her daughter and outraged at her own situation, Jennifer Land replied, "I understand you, Captain Sanchez." Then as she looked into the manŐs black eyes, JenniferŐs inner courage and spunk allowed her to say, "But I can assure you, Captain that you have not heard the end of this. My husband will not take this lying down."

A broad smile spread across Raoul SanchezŐs face. "No, Mrs. Land, but heŐll be taking a lot of other things lying down," he thought to himself. Then aloud he said, "The blouse, Mrs. Land."

"But.. But, Captain Sanchez, please. IŐm a married woman and a mother." "A lame excuse," Jennifer thought to herself. "Had she been reduced to whining?"

"Yes, yes, Mrs. Land. I know. And if my arithmetic doesnŐt fail me, you bloomed early." He almost laughed aloud at JenniferŐs reaction. "Tell me, Mrs. Land. Have you had many lovers, or just your husband?" He reached out with both hands and took Jennifer by her shoulders. Jennifer tried to shrug his hands away, but was unable to overpower the big man. She looked down at her feet, resignation creeping into her psyche. "Mrs. Land, please look up at me. You have such lovely green eyes." He placed two Ţngers beneath JenniferŐs chin and raised her eyes to his.

Jennifer tried to look deŢant and strong, but her courage was ßagging quickly. She felt so alone and vulnerable here in this awful place with this horrible man. She didnŐt want to even think about what was going to happen next. She didnŐt have long to wait to Ţnd out.

"ThatŐs much better," Sanchez said. "Now let me help you with your blouse." Before Jennifer knew what was happening the big man removed his hands from her shoulders and began to fumble with the top button of her silk blouse.

"Nnnnnnnnno," Jennifer whimpered, grabbing his hands, her eyes Ţlled with alarm.

"Drop your hands, please, Mrs. Land." Sanchez commanded. He stared into JenniferŐs eyes. She saw no compassion there; only lust and wickedness. Sanchez unfastened the top button.

Jennifer continued to stare into the CaptainŐs dark eyes, her hands holding ineffectually onto his wrists as Sanchez worked his way down, unbuttoning one button after another, a condescending smirk on his face. At last Jennifer let go of his wrists and dropped her hands to her sides, allowing Sanchez to tug the tails of her blouse from under the waist band of her khaki skirt. Without a word, the big man slipped the smooth silk over JenniferŐs shoulders then allowed the soft material to fall down her back, sliding down JenniferŐs arms to the ßoor behind her. SatisŢed with his progress thus far, Sanchez leaned back against the edge of his desk. Then as if appraising a side of beef, the big Latin looked Jennifer up and down. Jennifer lowered her gaze to the ßoor. She was mortiŢed.

"Very nice, indeed, Mrs. Land. Your husband has been a lucky man. Please continue, or do you prefer that I assist you?"

Jennifer quickly looked up at her captor, her fear and loathing readily apparent on her face. Then, summoning her waning inner strength, Jennifer looked Sanchez directly in the eye and said with as much contempt as she could muster, "No, thank you, Captain. YouŐve done quite enough."

"Very well, then Mrs. Land. Your skirt next, if you please." Sanchez folded his arms across his broad chest, waiting.

Not for the last time, Jennifer looked quickly around the room hoping she might spot some avenue of escape. As before, none presented itself. She looked up at Sanchez, hoping for some sign of compassion or humanity. She saw none in his dark eyes. It was hopeless. Slowly, Jennifer reached to her side for the catch to her wrap around Khaki skirt. While Sanchez watched seemingly impassively, Jennifer unhooked the small hook. Before proceeding she again gazed into her captorŐs eyes with all the courage and contempt she could muster. She opened the skirt and released it, allowing it to join her blouse in a pile at her feet. Jennifer Land now stood in only her bra and panties before a total stranger in a hostile land far from her home and family. She was utterly alone.

Jennifer shrank back from Captain Sanchez when the big man pushed himself away from his desk. Unexpectedly, however, he turned away from her. Stepping behind his desk, Raoul Sanchez sat heavily in his big swivel chair. Jennifer stood very still, unsure of what to expect next. Sanchez folded his hands over his belly and stared at the top of the desk for several moments. Then at last he looked up at Jennifer. After a prolonged pause where Sanchez allowed his eyes to travel slowly over every inch of JenniferŐs body, he said, "Marvelous. Simply marvelous Mrs. Land."

For the Ţrst time, Jennifer felt a hot blush creep up her neck. She lowered her gaze and instinctively pressed her knees together. When she looked back up at Sanchez after a moment, the man made a motion with his hand indicating that Jennifer should turn in a circle.

"What a beauty," Raoul Sanchez thought as Jennifer slowly complied with his demands. He watched enthralled as the American woman turned slowly. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and Ţlled her B cup brazier nicely. Sanchez could see that the small satin garment offered very little support. What he saw behind that smooth shining material was all Jennifer. His eyes traveled slowly down the AmericanŐs body noting every enticing curve. JenniferŐs tummy was ßat and muscular as a result of hours of working out. As the young woman continued to turn, reluctantly displaying herself, Sanchez was awe struck, as were many by Jennifer LandŐs ass. As she turned away from him, Raoul Sanchez was presented with a lovely view of JenniferŐs narrow waist and spreading hips. The smooth, white skin of her muscular back was accented by the long pony tail of dark, shining hair which hung almost to JenniferŐs waist. Again she stood sideways to him presenting a mouth drying view of her full, shapely bottom.

"Dios Mio!" Sanchez gasped softly.

When at last Jennifer again faced her captor, SanchezŐs eyes locked onto the triangular panel of satin between the young womanŐs shapely thighs. The shining panel bulged outward enticingly. Obviously a treasure lay behind.

Sanchez very much wanted to see what lay hidden behind the two small garments which remained between him and the full disclosure of the American womanŐs charms. A voyeur at heart, Raoul Sanchez rarely engaged actively in these "interviews" as he thought of them, and there had been several in the recent past. This time, however, as he studied the shapely body of the woman standing opposite his desk, Sanchez thought he might like to participate.

At last Sanchez roused himself from his musings and said, "That was well done, Mrs. Land. As I said earlier, you are a handsome woman. Please come around here and stand beside me. I would like to get a closer look at you."

JenniferŐs mind raced as she frantically tried to think of a way out of this horrible situation.

"Mrs. Land," Sanchez said expectantly. "Come around here now, please." With his hand, he gestured to the ßoor beside his chair.

Unable to think coherently in her panicked state of mind, Jennifer found herself doing exactly as she was told, moving slowly around the big desk until at last she stood near her captorŐs chair.

"Closer, please, Mrs. Land," Sanchez said with a predatory smile.

Jennifer took a step closer. When she saw Sanchez reach a hand in her direction, Jennifer instinctively started to move to avoid his touch, but when she saw the cold look appear instantly on SanchezŐs face she froze. Jennifer shuddered when the man placed his hand on her hip and pulled her closer still. Jennifer stumbled slightly almost falling into SanchezŐs lap in the process, but was able to catch her balance at the last minute.

"Her skin is so very soft," Sanchez thought. "American women do spend a lot of time on their appearance. In this oneŐs case, itŐs been worth the effort." He felt Jennifer ßinch when he squeezed the Ţrm ßesh just behind her hip bone. "Love handles," the AmericanŐs call them," he thought with a smile. "A good name." He allowed his hand to slip down onto the smooth satin covering the young womanŐs fabulous backside. Sanchez could feel JenniferŐs body heat through the soft satin. He also noted with excitement the Ţrmness of the ßesh beneath. In his mindŐs eye, Sanchez saw that ßesh compressing beneath the impact of a loverŐs thighs. "Soon," he thought. "Soon."

Sanchez broke the prolonged uncomfortable silence by saying, "Your brazier, Mrs. Land. Remove it for me now, please."

When Jennifer opened her mouth to object, she received a painful squeeze from SanchezŐs powerful hand upon her hip. She looked down at him in bewilderment, wincing in pain. Sanchez brought his other hand up to JenniferŐs other hip holding her as he turned his chair to face her. Then spreading his knees apart, he pulled Jennifer forward so that she stood between them. Jennifer whimpered for the second time, jumping slightly when she felt the course material of SanchezŐs pant legs touch her skin. She quickly found herself in a very compromising position.

"Your brazier, Mrs. Land," Sanchez said again in a far more commanding tone of voice as he stared Jennifer coldly in the eye.

The manŐs big hands remained on her hips as Jennifer slowly brought her hands up to the small catch between the cups of her bra. Jennifer closed her eyes and shuddered once again when the man began to slowly kneed the ßesh of her hips. Then her hands froze in place. Jennifer was unable to go any further. Fear had her completely paralyzed.

"Look at me, Mrs. Land!" Sanchez snapped, shocking Jennifer back to the moment.

"Oww," she cried when the big man squeezed her hips. This time with both his powerful hands, leaving red imprints in JenniferŐs white skin. She did as she was told and opened her eyes.

"ThatŐs better the man cooed. Now, once again, Mrs. Land," he continued, his tone of voice turning cold. "I want you to remove your brazier. DonŐt make me ask you again, Mrs. Land."

The hostile, threatening demeanor of the big man coupled with the mild state of shock that Jennifer was in caused her resolve to falter. She unfastened the catch of her bra. At that same instant, to JenniferŐs astonishment, Raoul Sanchez slipped his thumbs under the elastic waist band of her panties and quickly drew them down past her knees in one smooth, practiced motion.

"Nooo!" Jennifer cried. Unwittingly she let go of her brazier in a belated attempt to prevent her captor from exposing her. The result was quite pleasing to the eye. The elastic strap at the back of JenniferŐs bra caused the cups covering her Ţrm breasts to jerk back suddenly, making her bounce invitingly just inches from SanchezŐs face. Jennifer saw the manŐs eyeŐs lock onto her exposed sex as she reßexively tried to capture the brazier. The whole affair was almost comical. Quickly, Jennifer moved her right hand down to cover herself while attempting to cover her breasts with her left hand and forearm.

JenniferŐs heart raced. She had never before been exposed in such a manner. She was not in the habit of showing herself to anyone, including her husband. Even when they made love, which was not all that often, Jennifer would insist that they turn the lights off before she undressed and slid between the sheets. And now here she was standing naked and alone before a total stranger. Jennifer felt the panic begin to rise within her mind, blanking out coherent thought.

As if from a great distance Jennifer heard a voice say, "Uncover yourself, please, Mrs. Land." When all Jennifer was able to do was to stare blankly down at the horrible man between whose legs she stood, she felt powerful hands grasp her wrists.

With very little effort, Raoul Sanchez was able to force JenniferŐs hands down to her sides where he held them Ţrmly in place against her hips. Sanchez smiled at the far away look of shock on his captiveŐs pretty face. From there he allowed his eyes to move down the American womanŐs body so close to him he could smell her fear as well as her pungent female aroma. The young woman straightened in a half- hearted attempt to struggle free of his grasp. It was an ineffectual effort at best. As Sanchez leaned forward in his seat his face came within inches of JenniferŐs shapely breasts. He studied them closely for a moment before moving on. The two milky white orbs were indeed perfect. Not a stretch mark or blemish could be seen on either. The pink, upturned nipples gave no hint that a child had once suckled them for nourishment. Raoul Sanchez let his eyes wonder "south" past Jennifer LandŐs smooth but slightly rounded belly which currently heaved from her rapid breathing. The skin was ßawless.

"Dios mio, Mrs. Land!" Raoul Sanchez muttered under his breath when at last his eyes came to rest on the dark patch of close curls at the top of Jennifer LandŐs triangular treasure. Sanchez released JenniferŐs wrists, then leaning down, he took hold of JenniferŐs panties which were in a tight roll just below her knees and tugged them down to her ankles. He was pleased to note that Jennifer did not move to prevent this action. "She was beginning to surrender," he thought. "Excellent!" "Step out of your panties, please, Mrs. Land," he said without looking up.

As if in a dream, Jennifer Land found herself reaching out with one hand to SanchezŐs shoulder. Steadying herself, Jennifer raised Ţrst one foot, then the other, as she stepped out of her panties with the help of her captor.

Sanchez smiled knowingly from his bent over position. Slowly he let his gaze travel up JenniferŐs calves and thighs until his face was mere inches from her most private area. Sanchez was pleased to see that unlike most American women, Jennifer Land had not shaved herself down there. Most Americans he had had the pleasure of inspecting had adopted the habit of shaving their pubic hair into a thin vertical stripe. A "mohawk" he had heard it referred to. Sanchez had learned that these women did this so they could wear the new "thong style" swimming suites. Such immodest creatures, American women were. "They were all whores!" Sanchez thought. "But not this one, I see."

Jennifer remained still, frozen by fear and shock while the big man inspected her. Now that she was fully exposed, there wasnŐt much she could do to prevent it. She caught herself musing, "IŐm glad I shaved this morning." Then she berated herself. "What am I thinking!"

It was true. Jennifer had "tidied herself up a bit" down there. The extent of her shaving was usually only to remove the hair from the insides of her thighs and maybe the thin, stripe of dark curls that insisted on growing upward toward her belly button. Jennifer Land was a bit of a prude as modern women go. She was very hesitant about touching herself. She had been scolded entirely too often by her mother when she was little, and as a result, Jennifer felt very uncomfortable even going about her regular feminine hygiene. The Ţrst time her husband had touched her had been a very traumatic experience for Jennifer. Because of her childhood hangups, Jennifer Land did not particularly enjoy manual foreplay. Couple that with the fact that Ed Land, her husband, was an extremely unskilled and even clumsy lover, and one can plainly see why Jennifer Land was now a rather inexperienced woman.

Sanchez had sensed this about his captive from the beginning, Ţguring correctly that her haughty and head strong attitude was a psychological defense mechanism designed to mask her fear of her own sexuality. "Mrs. Jennifer Land was the perfect subject," Raoul Sanchez thought with a chuckle as he unexpectedly placed his right hand on the inside of JenniferŐs right knee. Before the young woman knew what was happening, Sanchez moved his hand quickly up the inside of her thigh until the blade of his index Ţnger pressed Ţrmly up against the resilient ßesh of JenniferŐs vulva. Sanchez felt JenniferŐs moist female heat radiate downward onto his hand as he pressed against her soft, furry ßesh. He moved his other hand up behind his captiveŐs Ţrm buttocks, preventing Jennifer from escaping his attentions.

"OhÉ ohÉ Nnnn.. No! Please!" Jennifer gasped. The sensation of the manŐs hand on her most intimate ßesh rocked JenniferŐs psyche. Instinctively she tried to move her hips away from the source of her displeasure, but quickly found that Sanchez had her pinned with his other big hand which practically covered her entire bottom.

"Surprised, Mrs. Land?" Sanchez chuckled. "You are very soft and warm, my dear." He began to rub.

Jennifer gasped and began to struggle. She tried to stand up on her tip toes to raise herself up off SanchezŐs exploring hand. It had been years since anyone had touched her this way. "Stop!" Jennifer cried as she twisted her hips attempting to free herself.

"Hold still!" Jennifer heard her attacker say in a commanding voice, followed by a resounding "SLAP". The loud sound didnŐt register at Ţrst until the pain hit.

"Owww.. God!" Jennifer Land cried aloud. Sanchez had slapped her hard on her tender butt with his big left hand. A red hand print remained on her pale ßesh for several minutes. She struggled harder. Another "SLAP". "HeŐs spanking me!" JenniferŐs mind screamed. "Oh, God!, heŐs spanking me! Oww, God it hurts!"

"SLAP"

"Her ass is so Ţrm and resilient," Sanchez mused idly. He would have liked to have gone on to deliver a proper spanking to the American bitch, but time was passing. There were other far better ways to "gain cooperation" Sanchez reminded himself.

"Hold still and spread your legs, Mrs. Land," Sanchez commanded. He continued to rub Jennifer. He pushed against the inside of her right thigh forcing Jennifer to spread her legs farther apart.

"Oh, God, HeŐs touching me!" Jennifer screamed in her mind. She felt SanchezŐs Ţngers slip between the outer lips of her sex. Jennifer felt herself sliding into shock. Her head spun. Her legs were weak and rubbery. It was as if her captor supported her from falling with his hand between her legs. "HeŐs touching me! Oh noÉ. Oh God.. Noooo!"

"ThatŐs very good, my dear," Sanchez said grufßy Jennifer parted her thighs, however reluctantly. He rocked his hand slowly from side to side pushing JenniferŐs vulva aside and allowing him access to the warm, moist ßesh between. He thrilled to the feel of the womanŐs petal like inner lips against the side of his Ţnger. "SheŐs rather dry," Sanchez thought. "But weŐll soon change all that," he thought with a wicked grin.

JenniferŐs concept of the world and what was right and what was wrong began to crumble. She slipped into what could only be described as an "out of body experience". It was as if she were standing removed from her own body watching herself being forced to submit to the horrible captainŐs attentions. Several minutes passed while Jennifer slipped back and forth from one "reality" to the other. At one point she would be standing in her own skin gazing down in trance like horror at the big manŐs hand between her legs. The next moment she ßoated beside herself watching as Sanchez rubbed her, sliding his hand slowly back and forth between her thighs. Suddenly, crashing back into herself, Jennifer began to cry. She stood sobbing while Sanchez went on with his fondling, apparently unmoved by her tears. Jennifer was mortiŢed. An otherwise strong and self- conŢdent woman, she was at the same time both ashamed and enraged for allowing herself to be handled in such a manner. Jennifer had once wondered a how she might react to rape. She had always assumed she would put up a Ţght. And now, reality.

After several long minutes, the big man looked up at Jennifer and said, "Mrs. Land, why the tears? You are a beautiful and sensual, young woman. I would think that at some point, you might come to enjoy my touch. I realize that this is difŢcult for you, but consider this. You are doing your young daughter a great service. It could just as easily be young Emily Land standing here in your place." Sanchez stared directly into JenniferŐs eyes as he rolled his hand palm upward between her thighs. The wicked captain took great joy as while he separated JenniferŐs inner lips with his Ţnger tips, he watched the expressions of loathing and fear play across her face. "YouŐre becoming aroused, Mrs. Land," Sanchez said with a wicked smile.

"GgggnnnnnÉ," Jennifer groaned through tightly clenched teeth as Sanchez entered her with his middle Ţnger. Jennifer Land gasped deeply twice in rapid succession, then she clamped her legs tightly together as she felt the presence of the manŐs Ţnger inside of her.

From somewhere deep down, Jennifer was able to summon enough courage given her situation to say to the evil man, "Please, Captain Sanchez," Jennifer shuddered. "Do what you will with me, but please, I beg you. DonŐt harm my daughter. Please donŐt hurt Emily."

For a long time, Sanchez didnŐt answer, but continued to move his Ţnger slowly in and out of Jennifer, while he watched the play of emotions on her face. When at last he did speak, his comment took Jennifer completely by surprise. "Tell me. How long has it been since youŐve had a real man, the kind of man who can make you feel truly like a woman, Mrs. Land?"

Jennifer stared in shock, unable to reply. She was very close to swooning. Again a shudder passed through her body as she felt the wicked captainŐs Ţnger move inside of her.

"From the feel of you, I would say itŐs been awhile. You are very tight, Mrs. Land." Sanchez grinned as he saw the blood rise in his victimŐs face. JenniferŐs mouth opened and closed a few times as if she were trying to speak, but words escaped her. Sanchez continued, "I am going to do you a service, Mrs. Land. I am going to introduce you to one of my associates." Jennifer looked down at him dumbly. Smiling, Sanchez said, "His name is Lieutenant Pablo Mayan. You and Lieutenant Mayan are going to become very good friends, Mrs. Land. Believe me when I tell you. Lieutenant Mayan will help you to fulŢll your every fantasy, your wildest dreams. Lieutenant Mayan will complete you, Mrs. Land, like your simpering husband never could." He pushed his Ţnger deeper into Jennifer.

"NnnnnÉ." Jennifer groaned. Her knees shook. She was almost grateful when unexpectedly, Captain Sanchez pushed her back against his desk. Sanchez followed her, his hand between her thighs, his Ţnger still in her vagina, as JenniferŐs bottom made contact with the cold wooden edge of the desk.

"Mrs. Land," Sanchez said, his voice tuning cold and threatening once more. "Look at me, Mrs. Land." Reluctantly Jennifer raised her eyes to his. Sanchez continued in an almost instructional tone, "NoŐ is not a word that is spoken often in this ofŢce, Mrs. Land. I donŐt wish to hear it again from you."

Just then something snapped inside of Jennifer. Suddenly she clamped her legs together. Glaring at Captain Sanchez, she grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand from between her legs. Jennifer suddenly felt powerful. She would beat this man; no, this beast who was attempting to deŢle her. She was an American citizen, after all, and a woman. In her mind she saw Sanchez as a trumped up, third world hoodlum. He was beneath her. "She would have her revenge!" Jennifer thought to herself as she saw the wicked manŐs face register an expression of surprise.

JenniferŐs little daydream came to a crashing close when SanchezŐs palm made contact with her cheek. A bright light ßashed in her mind just before she was back-handed on her other cheek. Jennifer felt a tooth loosen in her lower jaw when Sanchez slapped her a third time, this time sending her off the desk into a heap on the ßoor at his feet. Before Jennifer could even think about reacting, the big man leaned down, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to her feet. Jennifer cowered when she saw him raise his hand to strike her again.

The big man stood over her for several long moments before Ţnally lowering his hand. At last he spoke. "That was a mistake, Mrs. Land. I have just demonstrated one way in which mistakes are dealt with. There are others, Mrs. Land." He remained silent for a minute, allowing the full meaning of his words to sink in. Then as if someone had thrown a switch in him, Sanchez squared his shoulders, and in a calm voice said, "Now that we understand each other, I would like for you to please stand up straight and spread your legs for me."

"Whaa?" Jennifer said with a sob as she stared in utter disbelief at her captor.

"I believe you heard me, Mrs. Land. Now do as I say," he commanded, raising his hand.

Unable to believe her own ears, Jennifer sobbed again as she hugged her shoulders. Then, as she once again recognized the hopelessness of her situation, Jennifer Land hung her head and spread her feet apart as she stood before Captain Raoul Sanchez in his dingy ofŢce. Thus with horror, JenniferŐs view was unobstructed as she watched the wicked captain return his hand between her legs. Jennifer trembled noticeably and gasped when she felt him enter her once again.

As if nothing at all had happened, Sanchez said, "There now. Where were we?" he mused as he began to move his Ţnger slowly in and outÉ in and outÉ in and out. "Oh yes. We were discussing Lieutenant Mayan. I expect you to be very nice to Lieutenant Mayan, Mrs. Land. I expect you to cooperate fully."

Sanchez was in heaven. This was the exact scenario he loved the most, where he explained to a haughty American bitch about how she would willingly participate in her own ravishing. As he slowly moved his Ţnger inside of her obviously under- utilized vagina, Sanchez had a momentary pang of envy for what Pablo Mayan would experience. Just the thought of the well endowed younger man with the lovely Mrs. Land excited Sanchez. His natural voyeuristic tastes would be well satisŢed over the next few hours.

"Do you understand me, Mrs.. Land?" Sanchez asked. Once again he pushed his Ţnger deeply into Jennifer. He was rewarded with a shuddering gasp from the young woman. Placing his Ţngers beneath her chin, Sanchez raised the AmericanŐs eyes to his. "I believe you will enjoy what Lieutenant Mayan has to offer, Mrs. Land," he said with a smile when Jennifer returned his gaze at last. When he removed his hand, she immediately looked away. "Well, then. LetŐs get started, shall we." Slowly Raoul Sanchez removed his probing Ţnger from JenniferŐs vagina. Before turning toward his desk chair, Sanchez brought his Ţnger to his nose and inhaled a deep draft of the American womanŐs tangy scent. Jennifer hugged herself once again. She was mortiŢed.

Smiling at her obvious discomfort, Sanchez picked up the telephone receiver and spoke several commands in rapid, clipped Spanish. Then he hung up. Jennifer remained leaning against the edge of the desk, silently awaiting her fate while Captain Raoul Sanchez smiled down at her. A very short time afterward, there came a knock on the ofŢce door.

"Si," Sanchez barked.

The door opened and a surprisingly good looking young man entered. In English, Sanchez said, "Ah, Lieutenant Mayan. Please do come in. I have someone here who canŐt wait to meet you." Jennifer thought she would die when without hesitation, the young lieutenant crossed the ßoor and stood directly in front of her. "Mrs. Land, please say hello to Lieutenant Mayan." Jennifer was speechless. "YouŐll have to excuse, Mrs. Land, Lieutenant," Sanchez said when Jennifer didnŐt respond. "Mrs. Land is a little shy at the moment, but once she gets to know you, IŐm sure sheŐll be more cordial. Perhaps you might help her with that, Lieutenant." Sanchez suppressed a chuckle.

Without a word, Pablo Mayan reached out and placed his Ţngers under JenniferŐs chin. Before the American woman knew what was happening, the dark young man raised her face to his, then bent down and kissed her on the lips. After her initial surprise, Jennifer reacted as expected, jerking her face away from the handsome lieutenant. Remaining ominously silent, Mayan took JenniferŐs chin in a viselike grip and turned her face back to his. As he leaned toward her, unnoticed by Jennifer until it was too late, Lieutenant Mayan, with his other hand, grabbed Jennifer by the nipple of her right breast and squeezed.

"AhhhÉ" Jennifer gasped, opening her mouth in the process. Before she knew it, the young Latin clamped his mouth over hers. JenniferŐs eyes opened wide as she felt MayanŐs tongue slide effortlessly into her mouth then down her throat. He moved then the hand beneath her chin to the back of her neck as a restraint. His tongue was like a serpent and seemed to have a life of its own. Jennifer gagged horribly as the manŐs long, supple tongue explored her soft pallet.

After a seemingly interminable period of time, during which Jennifer was helpless to resist the LieutenantŐs oral exploration, the man stood up. In an unemotional tone of voice he said, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Land." MayanŐs face was an expressionless mask as he then turned to Captain Sanchez. No words passed between the two men, but after a nod from Sanchez, Lieutenant Mayan turned and placed his left hand on JenniferŐs bare shoulder. Locking her gaze with a steely stare, Mayan reached between JenniferŐs thighs. Like a bird locked in the stare of a viper, Jennifer stood frozen while the young Latin deftly parted her labia then slipped a Ţnger into her vagina.

JenniferŐs head rocked back as the man immediately went about the business of preparing her. Unlike Sanchez whoŐs manual attentions had been designed to humiliate her, Pablo Mayan moved purposefully and efŢciently. Dipping his long middle Ţnger deeply into Jennifer he ßexed it slowly, coating it with her natural lubrication. He then pulled out and swirled his Ţnger over the delicate tissues between JenniferŐs vulva, covering them with her own silky ßuid. Mayan smiled at the distressed look on JenniferŐs face when the Ţrst of many sticky, wet sounds drifted up from between JenniferŐs trembling thighs.

Jennifer was in total shock at this point. Her head still swam and her jaw throbbed as a result of SanchezŐs blows, and now for the second time in just a few hours a second complete stranger was having his way with her. Too stunned to resist, Jennifer stood still and endured Lieutenant MayanŐs attentions. After what seemed like hours, Jennifer felt the manŐs Ţnger slip from inside her. Still in a daze, she stood waiting. It was then that she heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. Shaking herself back to reality, Jennifer glanced down in the direction of the sound just in time to see Lieutenant Mayan extract from his trousers the biggest example of a male organ that Jennifer could imagine. It was like a cartoon cock, Jennifer thought as the Latin began to stroke himself.

Both men smiled then exchanged knowing looks when they saw JenniferŐs shocked expression at the sight of MayanŐs weapon. "Now do you see why Lieutenant Mayan is so popular with the ladies, Mrs. Land?" Sanchez chuckled.

Jennifer was speechless as she stared in open mouthed wonder at MayanŐs penis. It really was enormous. While the man slowly stroked himself, the already huge organ grew before JenniferŐs eyes. In a matter of seconds the ßeshy shaft stood out from MayanŐs groin a full fourteen inches. Its girth was equally impressive at approximately two and one half inches in diameter. The shaft was heavily veined and ended with a broad purple head already tipped with a drop of sparkling pre- cum. JenniferŐs eyes traveled up the massive organ to the dark matt of pubic hair beneath which dangled MayanŐs testicles. The twin egg shaped glands were the size of tennis balls.

Suddenly the horrible fact that the man intended to use this obscenely large organ on her dawned on Jennifer. She looked up at his face in fear as she began to back away. Mayan returned JenniferŐs frightened gaze with an expression of cold malice. Jennifer gave a startled squeak when she unknowingly backed into Captain SanchezŐs desk effectively cutting off her retreat. Immediately Lieutenant Mayan stepped toward her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Meanwhile Captain Sanchez quietly moved around to the other side of his desk. Sensing eminent danger, Jennifer started to resist, struggling ineffectually in MayanŐs grasp. Effortlessly the tall Latin lieutenant spun Jennifer around then pushed her roughly toward the desk.

"Owww!" Jennifer cried when her thighs banged into the edge of the unyielding desk. She fell forward, catching herself with her hands on the desk top. Before she knew what was happening a pair of large hands clamped down on her wrists, pinning her hands to the top of the desk. Jennifer looked up in horror at the evil grin on Captain SanchezŐs face just inches from her own.

"Remember, Mrs. Land. I expect you to be very nice to my lieutenant," Sanchez said as he stared into JenniferŐs terriŢed green eyes.

Jennifer felt a pair of hands grab her hips. "No, wait, please, Captain!"

Sanchez only smiled as he watched JenniferŐs expression of fear turn to one of pain when Lieutenant Mayan kicked the American womanŐs ankles, forcing her to spread her legs.

Jennifer looked up at Sanchez, her mouth opening and closing slowly as she felt something heavy and hot slap against her right buttock. SanchezŐs smile broadened.

"Slap.. Slap.. Slap.." the sound of MayanŐs cock against the Ţrm ßesh of JenniferŐs award winning ass resounded in the room.

Next Jennifer felt what seemed to her to be a hot sphere press between her cheeks. The smooth, searingy, hot object slipped lower. Jennifer tried to move herself out of harmŐs way, but found she was held Ţrmly by powerful hands on her hips. The pressure increased. JenniferŐs eyes went wide and staring as she felt herself begin to stretch open. In a panic she shot a glance over her shoulder and was met with the cold, businesslike gaze of Lieutenant Pablo Mayan. When she looked back at Captain Sanchez the man had leaned even closer so that his face was only six inches from herŐs. In a panicked voice, Jennifer Land gasped, "Captain, please listen to me. You donŐt have to do thiÉ.."

The look on SanchezŐs face turned slowly from one of mock sympathy to a knowing and wicked grin as the American womanŐs plea was cut short. Instead JenniferŐs mouth dropped open and out poured a long, low groan. While he watched JenniferŐs face contorted in pain, and she began to drool from her quivering lower lip. Raoul Sanchez truly enjoyed watching a womanŐs face as sheŐs entered the Ţrst time by Pablo Mayan. "The man is a master," Sanchez mused as he watched Jennifer Land gasp in several deep breaths. He held her hands pinned Ţrmly to the desk top while she heaved and shook.

The mere shock of being forcibly raped quickly became of secondary concern to Jennifer as the stretching sensation between her thighs grew to one of excruciating pain. Jennifer gulped air convulsively as her vagina dilated around the mammoth invader wielded by Pablo Mayan.

Jennifer had been "holding out" on her husband for several weeks, trying to get her own way about some family Ţnancial matters. She often used sex, or the lack thereof, as leverage in her arguments with her husband. Now that behavior was deŢnitely working against her. Couple the fact that because of her recent lack of sexual activity, JenniferŐs vaginal muscles were highly resistive to penetration, with the fact that even during those periods of time when she allowed her husband to have his way with her, Ed Land was not overly well endowed, to put it politely. Now add to that the additional fact that Jennifer had never allowed herself to be mounted from behind, and you can understand her reaction when the broad head of Lieutenant MayanŐs cock passed through her vaginal portal and traveled smoothly up the entire length of her birth canal, casting aside the quivering tissues of her interior as it progressed onward, at last coming to rest Ţrmly against the entrance to her uterus.

Sanchez was in heaven when he saw the haughty American womanŐs eyes glaze over as she threw her head back and stared unseeing up at the ceiling. Beneath his hands, he felt her hands ball into tight Ţsts. While he watched just inches away from her face, the pretty American wife and mother bowed her shoulders forward and arched her back. She then grimaced, stretching her lips back and exposing her clenched teeth, through which she uttered a long hissing moan which emanated from deep within her. Looking up quickly, Sanchez saw Lieutenant smile then nod. A moment later the two men witnessed JenniferŐs entire body tremble violently, then her dead slumped forward between her shoulders. Her rib cage showed beneath her creamy, white skin as she gasped in air in deep broken heaves. This time it was Sanchez who nodded at his lieutenant. With a slight grin of acknowledgment, Pablo Mayan ßexed his Ţngers on JenniferŐs hips, getting a Ţrmer hold on her resilient ßesh. After squaring his shoulders, Mayan drew back a few inches. Then without warning, he rammed his hips forward. At the same time, he yanked back on JenniferŐs hips with his hands.

JenniferŐs reaction was as immediate as it was predictable. With a very unladylike grunt from one end and an audible fart from the other, JenniferŐs head shot up and back almost banging into SanchezŐs chin in the process. As the head of the lieutenantŐs cock impacted violently with her cervix, JenniferŐs eyes opened wide and staring. The blurred image of Captain SanchezŐs face swam into view directly in front of her. As her vision slowly cleared, Jennifer noticed that the man was grinning broadly.

Seeing signs of foggy recognition return to the AmericanŐs face, Sanchez grinned then said, "I see we have your attention, Mrs. Land." He chuckled wickedly.

Jennifer was unable to put two cognizant thoughts together. She fought to catch her breath as her eyes searched the face of her tormentor. She was about to open her mouth to speak when the monster inside moved again. Jennifer thought she could feel her ears pop as the behemoth slowly drew back. Realizing to late what was about to happen Jennifer was once again caught off guard.

"Rrrrruuuuughhhhhh!" the young woman grunted through her teeth as Mayan once again Ţlled her to the bursting point.

For Jennifer Land, it was almost like her Ţrst time all over again. Never before in all of her thirty-two years had Jennifer experienced anyone even remotely like Lieutenant Pablo Mayan. Her breath was knocked from her as the fronts of her thighs impacted with the edge of the desk. She gasped in a deep shuddering breath as her vaginal muscles contracted spasmodically around the enormous ßeshy shaft which again began to slowly withdraw from inside of her. For what seemed an eternity, the presence in her belly gradually retreated until Jennifer sensed that only the tip remained inside of her, her oriŢce stretched tightly around it. Staring mindlessly down at the hairy knuckles of SanchezŐs large hands covering hers, Jennifer waited for the next hammering delivery. Even in her numbed state of mind, Jennifer was surprised when instead of an explosive thrust, she felt Mayan move into her slowly. As a result, Jennifer was treated to every throbbing inch of him as the head and shaft of MayanŐs mammoth engine displaced the now more yielding ßesh of her vaginal passage. Closing her eyes, Jennifer shuddered as her back arched and her shoulders again bowed forward, instinctively reacting and angling herself to better accept her lover.

It was then that she felt his Ţngers beneath her chin. Jennifer opened her eyes just as the head of MayanŐs cock pressed against the very deepest part of her. "Mmmmuuuuhhhh!" she half gasped half groaned into the smiling face of Captain Raoul Sanchez. JenniferŐs mind was numb as she felt MayanŐs cock bump her cervix twice then immediately begin its slow exodus.

As MayanŐs hips moved forward again, Raoul Sanchez smiled at Jennifer as he saw the realization begin to dawn upon her face. "ThatŐs right, Mrs. Land," he said with a little chuckle. "My lieutenant is going to fuck you now." JenniferŐs green eyes went wide, as she tried to shake her head. At the same time, Mayan took his fourth smooth stroke. Sanchez held Jennifer Ţrmly by her chin, preventing her from looking away. Jennifer closed her eyes momentarily and her cheeks puffed out from her exhaled breath as Mayan took a Ţfth stroke. When she opened her eyes again, Sanchez was right there grinning as usual. "Oh, yes, but he is, Mrs. Land, and furthermore, I want you to help him." Grinning all the broader at the shocked expression on the American womanŐs face, Sanchez continued, "You see, Mrs. Land, I expect you to fuck him back. I expect you to be very nice to Lieutenant Mayan, Mrs. Land."

"Nnnnnnn!" Jennifer cried through tightly clenched teeth. She managed to shake her chin free of SanchezŐs grasp. At that moment, the Captain looked up at his Lieutenant and nodded.

"Uuuugghhh!" Jennifer grunted when Mayan rammed her. Sanchez nodded at his Lieutenant again when Jennifer looked up at him with a pleading expression. "Ahhhh.. Gnnnnuuuhhh!" she groaned from MayanŐs next brutal thrust.

"SLAP!" the sound of a palm striking softer ßesh resounded around the dingy ofŢce. "SLAP!" again.

"NoooÉ Ohhh godddd! DonnnnŐt!" Jennifer wailed as Mayan delivered a third Ţrm slap to her tender right buttock. At the same time he rammed her viscously.

"Mrs. Land, please," Sanchez said in an almost fatherly tone of voice. "Cooperate with Lieutenant Mayan. I can assure you that he can show you pleasures no other man, including your simpering husband, ever will."

While the man talked on calmly, as if nothing at all out of the ordinary were occurring, Jennifer sensed that her lover, Lieutenant Mayan, was beginning to develop a rhythm. In spite of herself, Jennifer felt her thoughts start to drift. Her consciousness began ever so slowly to focus on the slow but steady cadence as she was alternately Ţlled then emptied. Her right cheek still glowed with the heat of her brief spanking, but it was a different glow that now caused Jennifer some concern. To Jennifer LandŐs unending dismay, her own body was starting to betray her. She could feel that MayanŐs cock now moved in and out of her with less friction; less resistance. Her body was accepting him. Jennifer Land, wife and mother was becoming aroused. Aroused at being raped by a stranger in a foreign land.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Land," Captain Sanchez chuckled when he noticed Jennifer return from her sexually induced musings. "I see that you are beginning to appreciate my Lieutenant." He smiled condescendingly. Then his voice turned cold as he barked, "Mayan!"

"Si, Capitan," the man answered, snapping to attention, his cock still buried in Jennifer. In Spanish, he then commanded his Lieutenant to place Jennifer on her back on his desk and proceed.

Not speaking a word of Spanish, Jennifer was startled when the tall man unexpectedly pulled out of her. Jennifer went suddenly limp, falling forward onto the desk top. She looked up at Sanchez in surprise as the man released his hold on her hands then stepped back. He nodded to Mayan who took Jennifer by the hips, pulled her to a standing position, and then spun her around to face him. Confused and frightened, Jennifer looked up at Mayan then glanced quickly over her shoulder at Captain Sanchez. Lieutenant Mayan then pushed her back to a sitting position on the edge of the desk. Jennifer gazed dumbly down at the manŐs enormous penis which stood out from a mat of think, black, pubic hair, below his muscular stomach. It twitched suddenly. While maintaining a completely neutral expression, Mayan calmly stooped and grabbed JenniferŐs legs behind the knees. In one swift motion he then raised her legs up wrapping them around his waist in the process. Jennifer fell backward catching herself on her elbows on the hard surface of the big desk. Events unfolded very quickly then. Before Jennifer could even think to put up a Ţght, from over her tummy she watched as Mayan pushed his huge engine down, the head quickly disappearing from her line of sight. Jennifer brießy felt the smooth tip touch her most sensitive ßesh before Mayan was inside her once again. There was very little resistance this time other than JenniferŐs natural snugness as MayanŐs cock traveled the full length of her birth canal. This time Jennifer made no sound as he entered her. She opened her mouth in silence and rocked her head back. Her Ţrm tummy bulged outward as Jennifer accepted her loverŐs cock. As she looked up into the expressionless face of the man standing between her legs, Jennifer felt hands on her shoulders.

"Please, Mrs. Land. Lie back and relax," Raoul Sanchez said from behind Jennifer as with one hand he supported her back while with the other he pushed her elbows from under her. "ThatŐs it. You just let Lieutenant Mayan do all the work for awhile," he said as he lowered Jennifer slowly backward. Jennifer looked up at SanchezŐs dark eyes as Lieutenant Pablo Mayan began to fuck her with authority.

Fleeting images of her husband and daughter passed through JenniferŐs mind. She felt herself begin to relax, giving in to the moment. As the huge engine moved steadily in and out of her vagina, Jennifer found the sensations she now experienced were gradually changing from those of pain and driving pressure to a warm rhythmic fullness. Had she had the mental acuity at the time to analyze the situation, she might have been amazed at how quickly her anatomy had adjusted itself to Lieutenant Mayan. It really never occurred to Jennifer that the sensation of MayanŐs large testicles regularly bumping against her buttocks meant that he was fully inside of her. JenniferŐs thoughts were broken when a pair of hands reached across her from above and began to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples into erection. She gazed almost dreamily into the dark eyes of Captain Sanchez.

"I do hope you donŐt mind, Mrs. Land," he cooed. "I canŐt let my men have all the fun. Now can I." He smiled as`he rolled JenniferŐs supple breasts beneath the palms of his big hands. His rough skin made her tender ßesh tingle.

"Mmmmmm," Jennifer moaned as a wave of pleasure unexpectedly washed over her. Sanchez smiled then nodded to Mayan who picked up his pace ever so slightly. Unconsciously Jennifer raised her hips up to meet him.

The man was indeed very talented. Mayan knew just how to deliver himself to a woman. He would take several long strokes in cadence, then with no particular rhythm he would short jab the head of his cock against her cervix two or three times quickly. This irregular tempo tended to catch his subjects off guard, allowing him to maintain control.

Mayan was always in control. "He had yet to meet a woman who could really handleŐ him," the young lieutenant thought with pride. Looking down at the American between whoŐs sweaty thighs he now stood, Mayan thought to himself, "This oneŐs a feisty one, tight and sassy, but already he was fully inside her. By the time this day is done," he thought as he jabbed at Jennifer, causing her to huff softly, "sheŐll be jelly in my hands, and ready to pass on to her Ţrst owner." Mayan pushed the thumb of his right hand between JenniferŐs pussy lips just above his pistoning shaft. After coating its tip with the American womanŐs own silky lubrication, the young lieutenant moved upward to her clitoris where he began to rub her in tight circles in time to his fucking. Mayan smiled inwardly when he felt the American lock her heels behind his back. "She was his," he thought with pride.

Mayan looked down at Jennifer and noticed that her eyes were now closed. From time to time she rolled her head slowly to one side then to the other. She had begun to move her hips in time to his cadence. Catching the eye of his Captain, Lieutenant Mayan nodded that the time was ripe.

While Lieutenant Mayan continued his steady rhythm, Raoul Sanchez gradually ceased his manual attentions to JenniferŐs breasts. His slow withdrawal went unnoticed by the now fully aroused female. Stepping back from the desk quietly so as not to disturb the two young lovers, Sanchez reached into the inside pocket of his uniform jacket. From it he withdrew a small, black leather case. Glancing down at the American woman to ascertain her degree of awareness, Sanchez then opened the case and removed a short length of surgical tubing which he lay on the desk top out of JenniferŐs line of sight. Next he removed from the case a 3cc glass hypodermic syringe already Ţlled with a clear liquid. Glancing quickly at Mayan, Sanchez gave him a nod. At the prearranged signal from his superior, Mayan leaned his body over JenniferŐs then lowered himself slowly down on top of her. As he did this, Mayan took JenniferŐs hands and stretched her arms above her head, effectively pinning them to the surface of the desk.

When Jennifer opened her eyes and gazed into the emotionless face of her lover, she was presented with no indication that anything unusual was about to occur. To the contrary, Mayan quickly resumed his pace, actually increasing his tempo slightly. At the same time he began to rock his hips from side to side each time he entered Jennifer, pausing to probe the deepest reaches of her femininity.

"OhhhhhÉ" the American moaned as she once more gave herself up to fate and to Mayan.

So it was that Jennifer didnŐt notice when Captain Sanchez carefully slipped the surgical tubing around her arm just above her elbow. She just barely noticed him pull the tubing tight. The "alarm bells" didnŐt actually go off until almost out of idle curiosity Jennifer rolled her head to one side to investigate the source of constriction around her right arm. It was then that she saw Sanchez lean over her as he guided the shining needle toward the distended vein in the crotch of the elbow of her right arm. Panic struck like thunder, but at the same instant, Lieutenant Mayan lowered his full weight on top of Jennifer pinning her helplessly to the desk. Mayan held JenniferŐs arms above her head in his vicelike grip, moving his own arm out of the way a bit so Sanchez could maneuver the point of the syringe, which glistened with a drop of clear liquid, to JenniferŐs bulging vein.

"Nnnnnnooooo!" she whined then began to struggle both ineffectually and far too late. "Uugghhhhh!" Jennifer grunted when Mayan rammed her once in an attempt to distract her. The strategy worked, because at the very instant when MayanŐs cock prodded her uterine entrance, Jennifer felt the prick of the needle as it passed into her vein. In silent terror, she stared at the syringe in SanchezŐs hands and watched transŢxed as he pulled the glass plunger back, drawing a tiny, pink plume of her blood into the clear liquid contained within the barrel of the syringe.

With a wicked smile, Captain Sanchez said, "Allow me to introduce you, Mrs. Land, to one of our local commodities." While he spoke he depressed the plunger, slowly injecting the contents of the syringe into JenniferŐs vein. He then quickly pulled the needle from her arm. A tiny droplet of blood formed at the puncture site when Sanchez untied the surgical tubing, releasing the clinical grade liquid cocaine into Jennifer LandŐs circulatory system. "I think you are going to enjoy this, Mrs. Land. If not today, then certainly on later occasions. Oh, and by the way," Sanchez said with a grin. "Please excuse the lack of a sterile environment." He then dabbed the droplet of blood from JenniferŐs arm with the tip of his Ţnger and popped it into his mouth.

Jennifer might have heard SanchezŐs last statement, but comprehended virtually none of it. The tunnel vision and tinny quality to oneŐs hearing caused by the onset of the cocaine rush hit Jennifer just as Sanchez brought his Ţnger to his lips.

"OhÉ oh.. God!" she panted, her voice sounding metallic and far away. "WhatŐsÉ whatŐs happening to meeeee..ee..ee..ee..ee.." JenniferŐs voice trailed away as the powerful stimulant/depressant drug took her. At the same time, Pablo Mayan began to fuck her in earnest.

Unnoticed by Jennifer, immediately after Sanchez released the tourniquet from around her arm, Mayan stood up and pulled Jennifer by her hips closer to the edge of the desk. The two men exchanged knowing looks as they watched the effects of the cocaine begin to show in Jennifer. Sanchez nodded with a smile at JenniferŐs nipples which suddenly become hard and erect, the otherwise satiny skin of her areolae becoming puckered and tightly drawn. Mayan, who had never removed himself from the American woman also felt rippling spasms pass up and down the length of her vaginal passage. Shortly afterward, Mayan went to work.

Jennifer LandŐs universe quickly centered itself around her vagina and the large pistoning engine therein. As if from a great distance, she thought she heard Sanchez say something about being good to Lieutenant Mayan while he did something or other, but it was utterly impossible for the young woman to concentrate on anything other than the business at hand. Which at the moment consisted of being fucked within an inch of consciousness by the virile Latin Lieutenant.

Jennifer had never in her life experienced any drug before, and certainly nothing like the very potent cocaine hydroxide that sheŐd just been given. Sensations of ultimate power coursed through JenniferŐs sizzling nerve endings. And the nerve endings that sizzled the most were those surrounding MayanŐs cock. As JenniferŐs vaginal muscles alternately contracted and relaxed with alarming rapidity, she could feel every inch of her loverŐs tremendous penis. The sensations were so well deŢned that Jennifer could almost "see" through the walls of her vagina the broad head of MayanŐs cock as it parted her moist tissues on its way deep inside of her. Then as the huge presence withdrew, Jennifer felt herself close down behind it, her muscles hugging the tip sequentially down the entire length of her birth canal. It was a fucking the likes of which Jennifer had never before experienced nor even dreamed about. Instinctively Jennifer raised her hips up off the surface of the desk, seeking to meet her loverŐs strokes. Unconsciously she moved her hands to the backs of MayanŐs elbows. Jennifer Land began to participate.

Raoul Sanchez watched the proceedings for a few minutes until he was certain that the American woman had fully accepted his Lieutenant. He smiled a knowing smile when at last Jennifer placed her hands on Lieutenant MayanŐs arms. Sliding her hands up from the backs of his elbowŐs the haughty bitch dug her manicured Ţngernails into MayanŐs ßexing triceps. "She was his," Sanchez thought with a smile as he turned away then quietly left the room.

Approximately a half hour passed before the door opened and Raoul Sanchez entered his ofŢce leading a lovely teenage girl by the hand. Dressed in a light blue jump suit, the young brunette of unmistakable identity stood in stunned silence as she beheld the goings on upon Captain SanchezŐs desk in the center of the room. Before Emily Land could utter a sound, Sanchez stepped behind her and clamped his hand over her mouth. While he held the teenager tightly in his arms, Sanchez leaned close to EmilyŐs ear and whispered, "Hush, my dear," in a cold and sinister hiss. Emily Land stood frozen with fear as she watched helplessly while on the desk, her mother experienced her Ţfth intense orgasm at the hands of Lieutenant Pablo Mayan. Emily felt a mixture of mild disgust not to mention the horror of witnessing her own motherŐs hips buck uncontrollably in her ardor. The pretty teenager tried to look away when her mother locked her heels behind MayanŐs gyrating hips in an attempt to stay with the virile Latin. Sanchez held the young girl Ţrmly in his grasp, forcing Emily to watch as her motherŐs entire body shook violently in the throws of her climax. Her mouth falling open, Jennifer Land uttered a low, gurgling, guttural groan, followed by several most unladylike grunts as she rutted on her loverŐs penis.

Again leaning close to the teenagerŐs ear, Sanchez whispered, "DidnŐt I tell you that your mother was in good hands, my dear?" He chuckled cruely.

"MmmÉmmmm!" Emily moaned against the palm of SanchezŐs hand. She began to struggle ineffectually in the big manŐs grasp.

"ThatŐs good, my child," Sanchez cooed in the teenagerŐs ear. "YouŐre a Ţghter, just like your lovely mother." He shook Emily violently, keeping his hand clamped tightly over her mouth. "You can plainly see, however my dear, where your motherŐs resistance has gotten her, and soon, my lovely Emily Land, you will be joining your mother there on the desk." Sanchez smiled when he felt the young girl freeze in his grasp. "Very soon, my dear girl, you will be entertaining a very special guest."

Just then a cry came from the desk. Jennifer Land, wife and mother came once again. Lieutenant Mayan never missed a beat as the American woman writhed beneath him. Mayan was certain the woman was unaware that her daughter was watching as he reached down and began to kneed her supple breasts. With amazing stamina Lieutenant Mayan continued his fucking as once again the ofŢce door opened.

Sanchez turned and smiled as the American man stepped stealthily into his ofŢce. Quickly Mr. Gary Jameson, U.S. Consulate, moved closer to Sanchez and whispered, "Good afternoon, Captain. I see you have begun the interviewŐ without me." Jameson nodded toward the desk. With a broad smile he continued, "Allow me to thank you on behalf of The U.S. Embassy for handling matters so quickly and efŢciently." Then looking down at the young girl held tightly in SanchezŐs powerful arms, Jameson said, "And what have we here, pray tell, Captain?" He placed a hand on EmilyŐs cheek.

"Ambassador Jameson, may I present you with Miss Emily Land," Captain Sanchez said. "Miss Land, please meet Ambassador Gerald Jameson."

Emily Land stared up at the American man who stood before her. Her green eyes wide and Ţlled with anxiety.

"Ambassador Jameson is your new owner, my dear and will soon be your lover."

At that, Emily begun to struggle with renewed effort. She almost succeeded in breaking free of SanchezŐs grasp until Jameson stepped in to assist with her restraint. She was quickly subdued.

"SheŐs a real Ţghter, just like her mother," Sanchez said grufßy as he turned Emily so that Jameson could reach her arms. The American took EmilyŐs hands and pulled them roughly behind her back. Then seemingly out of nowhere he produced a "zip-tie" style electrical wrap which he used to bind the young girlŐs wrists. While Jameson worked, Sanchez went on, saying, "Miss Land is Ţfteen years old, and as you can see is quite attractive. Attractiveness seems to run in the family. Also like her mother," Sanchez continued as Jameson pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and proceeded to gag Emily, "Miss Land is experiencedŐ."

Jameson paused at that bit of news. While Captain Sanchez held Emily Ţrmly in his grasp, Gary Jameson stepped in front of the frightened teenager. "So weŐre experiencedŐ, are we?" He said with a sinister grin. "And at such a young age. Is that true, Miss. Land," he said staring into EmilyŐs frightened eyes. "Have you had yourself a little boyfriend or maybe two?"

Without warning, Jameson reached down and cupped EmilyŐs pussy. Through the soft linen of her pale, blue, one-piece, jump suit Jameson felt a very pleasing fullness of ßesh. In addition to EmilyŐs warm female moisture, Jameson was treated to the sensation of the young teenagerŐs curly bush rasping against the inside of the soft material.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Ambassador," Sanchez chuckled with mock formality as the teenage girl shrieked into her gag then started to writhe in his hands. "Young Miss Land has indeed had a lover. My assistants discovered this during her medical examination." Jameson continued to rub Emily while the captain went on with his narrative. "Although I had hoped to present you with a pure young girl, I think you will Ţnd this one enjoyable. She has, of course been checked for diseases and other complications. Her blood tests show that Emily is free of any sort of drugs or medications including contraceptives, so you may impregnate her if you wish."

Emily Land was close to going into shock as she heard herself being discussed like a side of beef. Like her mother, Emily land was a very pretty young lady. At Ţfteen and a half, Emily stood Ţve feet, four inches tall and weighed 93 pounds. Her Ţgure was slim and athletic. She occupied the dreams of many a boy at her school, but had thus far allowed only one lucky young man to partake of her charms. Even then, Emily had made the boy suffer to achieve his desires and had cut him offŐ immediately afterward. Like so many girlŐs who are blessed with good looks, Emily Land was accustomed to having her own way when it came to her relationships with the opposite sex. That was all about to change for the youngster.

Emily struggled weakly, while Sanchez continued. "And so, Mr. Jameson, as per our agreement, I will keep the mother. When Lieutenant Mayan has Ţnished with her orientationŐ, I believe IŐll take her home with me for awhile. I could use a bit of distraction from my pressing duties. Perhaps, then IŐll give her to my two sons. They are growing up so fast and could use a good woman to practice their technique on. Miss Emily Land is yours, of course, to do with as you please. Please accept her as compensation for your continued cooperation with my government. I hope you will enjoy her. As a matter of fact, I would consider it a personal favor to me if you would please try her outŐ here in my ofŢce. I think it would be both Ţtting and amusing for both mother and daughter to be together one last time."

Just then there came a shriek from the direction of SanchezŐs desk. Jennifer Land had just recently come out of her cocaine induced fervor long enough to recognize her daughter standing in the clutches of the two men. "Captain Sanchez, you promised you wouldnŐtÉ.. Uggghhhhhhh!" Jennifer grunted when Lieutenant Mayan rammed her hard.

"I give her to you now, Mr. Jameson," Sanchez said turning Emily over to the American man. Then, "Welcome back, Mrs. Land," Sanchez said as he moved toward the desk. "Are you becoming bored with my LieutenantŐs attentions? Perhaps we can spice things up a bit for you." He withdrew the black case from his pocket.

"Nnooo," Jennifer whined when he removed the glass syringe from the case. Opening the top drawer, Sanchez removed a vial Ţlled with clear liquid.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Land. I donŐt think Lieutenant Mayan is Ţnished with you quite yet, and it appears he has lost your undivided attention. I think another dose will help you to concentrate on the business at hand." He pushed the needle into the vial then pulled the plunger back, Ţlling the syringe to capacity. "By the way, Mrs. Land," Sanchez said as he set the glass vial and syringe on the desk. "Your daughter is no longer your concern. If you must know, I have given her to Ambassador Jameson." A smirk spread over Captain SanchezŐs face when he saw the expression of horror appear on JenniferŐs face. Jennifer shook her head in stunned disbelief as Lieutenant Mayan restrained her left arm while Sanchez applied the tourniquet. Jennifer had all but forgotten for the moment that the manŐs penis was still deeply imbedded in her belly. She would soon be reminded. As Jennifer watched helplessly, Sanchez pushed the shining point of the hypodermic into her waiting vein.

"But you promised," Jennifer gasped, glanced quickly from the syringe to Sanchez and then in the direction of Emily and Jameson, an expression of panic on her face.

Jennifer saw the telltale plume of blood appear momentarily in the clear contents of the syringe before Sanchez administered the second large dose of liquid cocaine. After removing the needle from JenniferŐs arm, Sanchez left the tourniquet in place for a moment while he explained, "Yes, Mrs. Land, as I promised you, Emily will not be harmed. In fact, Ambassador Jameson has graciously agreed to entertain your daughter right here on the desk beside you. I think that will be very special. DonŐt you? Mother and daughter experiencing the joys of passion together." With a wicked smile, Sanchez reached down and removed the tourniquet. Jennifer LandŐs face was painted with both fear and outrage as she felt the telltale warmth spread up her arm. "Bring her over, Mr. Jameson and weŐll introduce young Emily to our native love potion. OK, Lieutenant. I think sheŐll pay attention now..now..now..now..now..now," Jennifer heard the CaptainŐs words echo tinnily in her ears.

As Lieutenant MayanŐs cock began to move, Jennifer Land thought she heard, as if from a great distance away, the sound of material being ripped asunder followed by a mufßed scream then a slap. Just before Jennifer once again became "womb centered" she heard a dull thump. Looking in the direction of the sound, Jennifer Land saw the naked body of her teenage daughter join hers on the top of Raoul SanchezŐs desk. She watched in a sizzling stupor as Captain Sanchez administered the potent drug to Emily.

EmilyŐs gag had been removed along with her clothing before she was placed on the desk top beside her mother. A far away look appeared on the teenagerŐs face as Sanchez removed the tourniquet from around her upper arm. Just before Jennifer succumbed to the powerful cocaine coursing through her veins, she saw her daughterŐs eyes become glassy and staring. Emily opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a long, gasping sigh as the cocaine reached the pleasure center of her brain while simultaneously Ambassador Gary JamesonŐs cock slipped into the pleasure center of her nubile body.

Glancing up from his reward for services renderedŐ, Jameson said to Raoul Sanchez, who stood observing all as usual from the opposite side of the desk, "Consider your debt to my ofŢce paid in full, Captain. She is indeed marvelous, as you promised." Gazing back down at the body of the young girl on the desk before him, Jameson watched with delight as Emily LandŐs Ţrm tummy bulged outward when he pushed himself slowly into the wonderfully tight conŢnes of her young body. He held the young girl Ţrmly by her shapely hips, his large hands practically encircling her slim waist. The expression on the teenagerŐs lovely face was beautiful to behold. EmilyŐs green eyes opened wide and staring as the potent drug had its way with her, although Jameson hoped that his presence inside of her was also at least in part responsible for EmilyŐs expression of wonder. He based this presumption upon the powerful muscular contractions his cock was being treated to by his young prize. There was no doubt that EmilyŐs body was aware of his presence, and soon her mind would follow. Jameson pulled back slowly, reveling in the tugging grip of the young girlŐs strong vaginal muscles.

Emily Land arched her back up off the surface of the desk as her loverŐs penis traveled back inside of her. The Ţfteen year old was only vaguely aware of the fact that she was being raped. As the powerful stimulant drug coursed through her body she was aware of strong hands grasping her waist and of the Ţlling presence of a manŐs penis inside her, but none of this added up to rape. Emily heard a kind of gurgling sound to her right. Rolling her head slowly in the direction of the unusual sound, Emily saw her motherŐs head and shoulders come into focus. The gurgling sound was coming from her motherŐs mouth as she threw her head back on the desk top. Her entire body seemed to be moving back and forth rhythmically. As if in a trance, Emily glanced further down and saw that her mother clutched the arms of a strange man and that her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.

Suddenly Emily LandŐs breath was knocked out of her. Snapping her head back Emily stared into the face of Gary Jameson as she gasped for air. Through the haze of the cocaine rush Emily heard the manŐs voice say. "Your mother is in good hands, my child. You need not worry about her. It is time you paid attention to me, Emily." While the young girl watched in a trance-like stupor, the man standing over her reached down and began to fondle her small breasts. EmilyŐs nipples and areolae were already taught and erect from the effects of the cocaine as Jameson started to pinch them, rolling the tight nubs of ßesh between his Ţngers and thumbs. A shudder passed through the teenager. "You and I are going to become very close friends, Emily, of that you may rest assured."

The pretty teenager stared blankly up at Jameson. EmilyŐs level of comprehension was limited strictly to the physical sensations which quickly ignited within her. Her drug affected perception of reality consisted of the stranger who stood over her and the sensation of his penis inside her. From time to time distorted sounds faded in and out of her awareness. She thought she heard menŐs voices. Looking up at her lover, Emily saw him speak to her but couldnŐt make sense of his words. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Emily knew that this situation was not at all good, and that she should be Ţghting to escape, but as her body began to instinctively react to her loverŐs presence, her anxiety began to fade. Emily imagined she heard a gurgling cry from beside her just as a pair of strong, warm hands slipped around and beneath her thighs, lifting her upward.

Jameson stood captivated, watching the emotions play across the face of the beautiful young girl. When Ţrst he entered her, Emily LandŐs barely touched vagina had clamped down on his cock like a Ţst. Had he not been so incredibly hard, he would never have been able to continue his penetration. Holding Emily tightly by her hips, Jameson pressed onward until at last the young girlŐs widely staring green eyeŐs indicated that she was fully occupiedŐ. There he held for a good while, allowing the teenager to adjust to his presence. He watched as "realization" unfolded upon EmilyŐs face. Her strong, athletic body tensed in his grip, her vaginal muscles clutching at him convulsively. Jameson smiled down at the lovely girl, pulled back slowly, then pushed forward again into her fertile interior. He gave the young girl a couple of short thrusts, pressing the head of his cock against the very back of her birth canal. In doing so, Jameson saw Emily LandŐs facial expression change. Reaching his hands beneath her Ţrm thighs, Jameson lifted the young girl up onto himself. Her ßat tummy bulged outward once again as he pressed himself deeply into her. As the Ambassador began to fuck the young girl with Ţrm measured strokes, Emily slowly closed her eyes and rolled her head to one side. Just before her green eyes closed, however, the young teenager gave Jameson a look well beyond her years. Perhaps it was the cocaine. Jameson would never know for certain, but at that moment, Emily Land accepted him as her lover.

Captain Raoul Sanchez took a seat behind his desk and watched as mother and daughter were both treated to a good hard fucking. His ofŢce resounded with the sounds of their grunts and cries as well as the rhythmic slapping sound of thighs meeting buttocks. The still air of his ofŢce grew heavy with the pungent aroma of aroused female. From where he sat, Sanchez looked over the top of young Emily LandŐs head as it surged forward and back on the hard surface of the desk, across her tight, sweat covered belly to her small, dark pubic bush, in and out of which pistoned the glistening shaft of Ambassador Gary Jameson. The sticky, wet sounds that came from between the legs of the two young ladies thrilled Sanchez to no end. Looking over at the mother, Sanchez noticed that Lieutenant Mayan had hoisted the womanŐs legs up over his shoulders. Leaning forward over his now fully involved partner, Mayan rhythmically provided the Land woman with his entire fourteen inches. The expression on the womanŐs face was that of unbelieving wonder. She was quite obviously beyond all rational thought. That her daughter was being raped just inches away, the two womenŐs hips almost touching, no longer held any meaning for Jennifer Land. Placing her hands ßat on the desk top, Jennifer pushed her hips upward, mindlessly fucking her Latin lover in return.

It never ceased to amaze Sanchez how Pablo Mayan could administer to a woman so thoroughly without showing any emotion what so ever. His face totally blank, Lieutenant Mayan caused the American woman to have yet another orgasm. "Seven?" Sanchez wondered aimlessly. HeŐd lost count.

Just then a cry came from the daughter. Glancing in her direction, Sanchez Ţrst noticed the big grin on the face of the American Ambassador. "ThatŐs my girl, Emily. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me, Emily!" Jameson panted as he shifted his hands back to the young girlŐs waist. Holding her tightly, he pulled Emily onto himself then held her there, his cock buried deeply inside of her as the teenagerŐs hips bucked convulsively in the throws of her Ţrst male induced orgasm.

Emily Land had never really been fucked before. The one time sheŐd allowed a certain young man to "have his way with her", she had remained in complete control. Emily had planned the entire affair. She had allowed the boy to "have" her only so she could brag to her girlfriends that she was no longer a virgin. The whole thing had been quite contrived and sterile. Emily had used the young manŐs inexperience to her advantage, causing him to cum only seconds after bursting her hymen. Emily remembered the affair with mild disgust. She had only just been able to push him off of her before heŐd ejaculated all over her tummy and thighs. "Thank God he hadnŐt cum inside of her," the haughty teenager had thought at the time.

The situation Emily Land presently found herself in was entirely different. Between the effects of the mind numbing cocaine, and the outright power of the older man, young Emily Land quickly found herself to be the "fuckee" in this relationship. SheŐd been bound, stripped, drugged then entered and was now being fucked within and inch of consciousness. As her initial reaction to Ţght quickly passed, Emily then tried to resist her own bodyŐs instinctive reactions to her loverŐs attentions. Gary Jameson was not nearly as well endowed as Lieutenant Mayan, but then again, Emily Land was only Ţfteen years old and had only been entered once before in her life, and then only for a few seconds. That incident had happened several months ago, so needless to say, EmilyŐs vagina was highly resistive to penetration. As her loverŐs cock forced aside her tender tissues, Emily Land was treated to some brand new sensations. Jameson hadnŐt given her time to appraise her situation, but had immediately assumed steady cadence, one designed to allow his young lover to experience every inch of him. When she had time for a lucid thought Emily struggled to come to terms with her situation, so it was quite a surprise to the young girl when her Ţrst penis induced orgasm took her completely by surprise and shook her like a rag doll. "Cum for me, Emily!" she heard echo through her rapture. Her world turned white. Emily Land knew nothing other than the rock hardness imbedded deeply within her belly.

Not possessing the superhuman control of Lieutenant Mayan, Gary Jameson held out for one more of his nubile loverŐs intense orgasms before he felt his own ardor begin to rise. It must have shown on his face as the all too familiar stinging itch grew steadily in his groin. He looked up to see Captain Sanchez staring pointedly in his drection.

Sanchez, recognizing that the American Ambassador was about to sew his seed, quickly caught the eye of his Lieutenant who was steadily administering to the mother. The older woman was presently on a higher plain of existence when Sanchez nodded to Mayan. Without hesitation, Mayan gave Jennifer two hard thrusts. Then, as Raoul Sanchez looked on, the young Lieutenant began to inseminate the young woman.

Alarm bells must have gone off in Jennifer, somehow gaining her attention, because as the Ţlling heat spread through her abdomen, Jennifer Land, wife and mother let out a gurgling cry. "NnnuuugghhhhÉ ooooohhhhÉ nughÉ nughÉ ooohhhhhhhh!" JenniferŐs tummy bulged from the pressure of MayanŐs offering. The manŐs overly large testicles continued to pulse copious amounts of ropey white ßuid into the waiting receptacle by the name of Jennifer Land as from her daughter a similar cry erupted.

"Oh, God! Yes, Emily!" Gary Jameson groaned as his damn broke. Smiling down at his young lover, Jameson saw the realization spread over her lovely, ßushed face. Emily Land had not been quite as involved as her mother at the time that her lover unloaded into her. Perhaps itŐs a female instinct, but somehow, young Emily Land knew at that very instant that she would become a mother.

Both mother and daughter lay panting and groaning as they accepted the seeds of their respective lovers. As fate would have it, both were impregnated that afternoon. Captain Raoul Sanchez grinned wickedly, knowing very well just how virile Pablo Mayan was. The man had fathered already at least twelve children, all born to captive American mothers. One of the little girls had become his plaything until she was almost fourteen, at which time she was sold. Sanchez had always liked the "young" ladies and hoped one of the Land women would provide him with another "companion". Part of his agreement with Jameson involved the fact that Sanchez would take possession of any offspring resulting from Emily LandŐs initial "orientation". After that, any child she bore would become the property of the Ambassador.

Emily Land and her mother Jennifer would eventually carry full term, both women bearing healthy, young daughters. All in all a very rewarding arrangement for Captain Raoul Sanchez.

The U.S. State Department sent many inquiries to their ofŢce in the far away third country to the south regarding the whereabouts of the Land family. Reports in reference to the search efforts mounted by the ofŢce of Ambassador Gerald Jameson were plentiful at Ţrst. After a period of one year, however, the investigation was called off and the Ţles closed. The Land family was ofŢcially listed as "Missing"; just another of the many unexplainable disappearances of Americans traveling in third world countries. It was indeed regrettable, but not totally unexpected.

"Captain Sanchez, just who the hell do you think you are?" the blond, American woman shouted. She was red faced and outraged as she stood before the big desk. A large painting of "El Presidente" gazed impassively down at her from the far wall.

Flies buzzed in the background. A steamy tropical breeze wafted in through the grimy curtains of the ofŢce of the "Comandante de Policia".

"Mrs. Warner, please. Be patient with my ofŢce. There is no need for harsh words or hard feelings," the Commandant said in surprisingly good English. "I apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused you. If you will be patient, I assure you that all of your concerns will be dealt with." Captain Raoul Sanchez smiled up at the irate young woman standing opposite his desk.

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