Cathy Hendricks had a full two weeks off from her job as a legal secretary at one of the busiest firms on prestigious La Salle Street in Chicago, and was determined to make it her best vacation ever.
Even though the young secretary had been scrupulously saving her money to invest in a new Chrysler Reliant K car, she derailed her own self-imposed austerity program to line up a trip through her travel agent to the charming tropical setting of Acapulco, Mexico.
The reason why she decided to opt for a foreign setting rather than investing in a more economical vacation in the picturesque lake region of the neighboring state of Wisconsin, stemmed from a recent personal tragedy in her life, which made her decide on a more expensive and remote region as a means of forgetting. The beautiful young blonde woman had broken off an engagement to a professor of English at a Chicago junior college little more than a month earlier, and the sorrow she felt made it, at least in her own mind, necessary to travel to a remote tropical region to forget to provide constructive therapy to make the hurts disappear.
Cathy had never traveled out of the country in her twenty-five years, and the farthest she had ever traversed from Chicago, the city in which she had been born and raised, and had spent all of her life, was during a vacation trip that she had taken with her parents to New York City when she was in her late teens.
As the plane swooped down for a landing at Acapulco Airport, Cathy fastened her seat belt, looked out the window at the blue skies and the landscape of Acapulco looming progressively closer into view, and resolved in her mind that John Macon, the man from whom she had broken off her engagement, no longer existed. In the warm Acapulco sunshine she hoped that John Macon would be forgotten and that her life would become truly meaningful once more.
After disembarking at the airport and picking up her luggage, Cathy immediately caught a cab which would take her to her destination, the Hotel Imperial on the sands of Caleta Beach.
Cathy had chosen Caleta Beach rather than one of the newer, more densely populated areas of Acapulco because of its picturesque setting and the fact that rooms were available at more modest prices than was the case at some of the posher hotels in the newer section along the highway which, when lit up in neon at night, looked very much like the Strip in Las Vegas, Nevada.
It was remoteness that she sought, and even though her travel agent had told her that the Hotel Imperial was a popular enough spot, the beach was large enough so that she could almost assuredly enjoy a substantial measure of privacy whenever she sought it.
By the time that Cathy arrived at her hotel and unpacked her belongings, she was perspiring to the point where she felt that a shower would refresh her, and once that she completed her shower, she put on a cheery blue sun dress that she had brought along and had left her room for dinner.
Cathy decided to dine on the terrace of the hotel, where she could overlook the bright blue waters of Acapulco Bay and the glittering red and gold streaks of the approaching sunset.
Just as she was finishing her lobster dinner, the polite young Mexican waiter arrived with a fresh bottle of champagne.
"There must be some mistake," she shook her head. "I never ordered any champagne."
"It was sent to your table compliments of the gentleman over there," the young waiter told her, an apologetic look on his face stemming from the look of embarrassment Cathy had given him. "He said that he had met you before."
Even before turning around to acknowledge the other party's presence, Cathy Hendricks was certain in her own mind just who the man happened to be. She turned her head and quickly confirmed her hunch.
He was a slender, slightly balding man with sandy hair who had attempted to start conversations with her when they had been walking from the plane after disembarking at the airport, and a second time at the luggage counter. Both times she had tactfully excused herself and had walked on, leaving the man with at least the beginnings of a frustrated frown on his face.
Now he was trying again and, apparently, they were both staying at the same hotel.
The moment that she turned and observed him, a smile flashed on his face. Loving the recognition, even if it had been forced upon her by his gratuitous gesture, he got up and strolled in a confident, nonchalant gait to her table.
"Hello, my name's Tom," he said, now standing just above her as the thoroughly perplexed waiter continued observing the unfolding galaxy of events. "We took the same flight here. We met briefly at the airport. As fate would have it, I guess we're also staying at the same hotel."
"Yes. I remember," she replied in a somewhat strained tone.
"Since we're obviously both alone I was wondering if I might join you so we could talk and share some champagne."
"No, thank you," she shook her head. "I appreciate your generosity, but I really don't care for the champagne. I . . . I'm sorry. I know this is going to sound very unsociable, but I really don't feel much like talking now. Thank you all the same."
This time the expression of frustration that had not quite made its presence felt during their previous two meetings surfaced in full measure on this occasion. In addition, his chin dropped and began quivering slightly as he looked at her.
"I'm sorry, I really am," she said after a long and embarrassing moment of silence had set in.
"I'll bet you are," he grumbled in a tone that carried more than a measure of hostility.
"Take this champagne to my table and I'll drink it alone," he said to the waiter a few moments later.
"Yes, sir," the waiter said.
The man turned on his heel and walked rapidly back to his table, hostility evident in every step.
A few minutes later Cathy finished her dinner. She signed for her check, then went back to her room, never turning around to observe Tom, who sat gulping down champagne, consoling himself over having been rebuffed by Cathy.
It had been Cathy's original intention to take a walk along the beach after dinner, but the unpleasant episode with Tom had slightly unnerved her. She had wanted to be by herself in the worst way, and Tom had done his best to force himself upon her.
She turned in early that evening, then had breakfast in the hotel coffee shop, after which she returned to her room, slipped into a white bikini, and made her way to the beach.
Cathy had taken a book with her, and as she lay on her beach towel on the sandy beach, her light skin quickly reddening under the intense rays of the warm tropical sunshine, a slender, dark-haired native surfaced, plopping himself down next to her. Since she had been concentrating on reading her book she did not even notice him until she heard his body make contact with the sand.
"Hello, senorita, my name is Juan," he said, smiling brightly.
"Hello," she replied, taken aback by the suddenness with which the young man had loomed into view.
"I noticed you sitting here alone and thought you could use my company, just like I have given company to so many beautiful American women who come to Acapulco," he explained in a matter-of-fact tone that did not come across as being even faintly boastful. "I am very skillful at piloting small boats. I also know Acapulco like the back of my hand. I was born in Acapulco and have lived my whole life in Acapulco, senorita. I am a very good guide. In fact, I am the best. I have my own car and can take you to see the whole city, including a lot of interesting places that most tourists don't even know about. They can't know about them because most of the people living in Acapulco do not know about them, either. But Juan knows."
"How fascinating," she replied, still taken aback by the young man's sudden intrusion and the facility with which he had launched into what she was certain was a standard operating pitch. Of one thing she was certain; Juan had indeed squired many American women around Acapulco. For a man who could not have been anymore than in his early twenties there was an air of confidence present in his make-up that is the inevitable byproduct of experience.
"As a matter-of-fact, there is a place down the road that serves a delightful lunch, and from there I can take you by boat to an island that is very nice," he told her, continuing in the same matter-of-fact tone. "My car is parked across the street. I would be happy to take you there. You will enjoy the Acapulco I will take you to see."
"I'm sorry, but I wouldn't be interested," she shook her head with enough emphasis to attempt to convince him of her steadfastness.
"Then maybe this evening you would like me to pick you up and take you to some nightclubs."
"I'm sorry," she shook her head once more.
"But you are here alone?"
"Yes. That's right."
"But I can be very good company. You will be alone, all by yourself. Surely you cannot enjoy the beauties of Acapulco that way."
"I'm sorry, Juan, but I'm here in Acapulco not to socialize, but to get some rest and relaxation."
"You are married?" he looked at her, somewhat incredulously.
"No. I am not married."
"Then what a pity. You are here and there is so much romance and adventure. Juan would like to show it to you and you say that you are not interested."
"I'm sorry, but I happen to want to be by myself," she said, this time with a measure of exasperation in her voice.
This time there was defeat in Juan's eyes. He sighed, after which he hurled his athletically trim brown body up from the sand, sighing with frustration as he did. Cathy derived the distinct feeling that he was more upset by his rejection and the wounding of his vanity and machismo than any potential loss of dollars over not securing her for the period of her vacation.
The handsome young beach boy stalked off angrily for a few steps, by which time he had shrugged off at least most of the frustration as he ambled toward another woman.
Before returning to her reading, Cathy's curious eyes focused in Juan's direction. He was talking to a moderately attractive, brown-haired woman who appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties. A bright smile surfaced on the brown-haired woman's face as Juan sat down next to her.
Cathy returned to her reading, or at least attempted to, in that she was once more interrupted.
This time it was not a case of a beach boy attempting to secure her interest and, ultimately, her American dollars, but the arrival of a family which consisted of a slightly rotund, red-faced husband, his mousy wife with bleached hair which was a cross between yellow and orange, and their three children.
The children proceeded to make so much noise and kick up so much sand in the immediate area that Cathy, completely frustrated, decided that she would have to move to another strip of beach.
Just as she was gathering up her beach towel in anticipation of finding a quieter spot, however, her eyes fastened on her skin. She immediately noticed that her arms had already turned pink and were bordering on redness. She had been warned by her travel agent that the sunshine was intense and should be absorbed gradually, particularly by someone as fair as herself.
Cathy immediately decided that, rather than finding another strip of beach to lie on, that the best thing she could do for herself was to go back to her room. She already felt a little drowsy from the tropical heat and the sunshine she had absorbed, and so it would be very easy for her to fall asleep. She decided that it would be a good idea to go back to her room, perhaps read for another half hour, then take a lengthy nap.
As Cathy slipped into her thongs and began walking along the sand back to her hotel, she observed the same brown-haired woman and Juan. At one point they passed within a few feet of her. The woman was carefully absorbed in Juan's conversation. Eventually they crossed the street and the last image Cathy saw was that of Juan holding open the door on the passenger side of his yellow Chevrolet Impala as the woman entered the car.
By the time she arrived back in the air conditioned comfort of her room she heaved a sigh of relief. It felt so good to be alone, to be away from any and all forms of pressure.
Cathy went back to her reading. Within a half hour she became drowsy enough to go to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Cathy surprised herself by sleeping through the remainder of the afternoon and into the early part of the evening.
Feeling refreshed as a result of her long and exceedingly restful sleep, which made her feel better than she had in quite some time, she decided to visit the beach again, in the early part of the evening, where she could observe the same Acapulco sunset she had found so breathtaking the preceding evening as she had sat on the terrace enjoying her dinner, prior to the embarrassing intrusion by her admirer.
She was not even the least bit hungry, and decided that she could eat later, if need be. For now she longed to go back to the beach to observe the sunset and the break of evening.
Cathy slipped into the same white bikini that she had worn earlier in the day, when she had visited
Caleta Beach for the first time. As she slipped her body into the bikini and stood before a mirror, she could not help but feel a swell of pride sweep through her body.
No, Cathy Hendricks was not the kind of person you could term egotistical, but she did have a certain measure of female pride where it came to recognizing and acknowledging the abundant charms she had going for her, and they were plenty, indeed.
She took a long look at the voluptuous cleavage of her firm, ripe breasts, which surfaced from beneath the outline of her bikini top. They stood like two majestic white-capped mountain peaks.
Her appraising eyes then traveled downward, to the tautness of her trim stomach, maintained in that fashion by occasional jogging and regular games of tennis with girl-friends.
Cathy's eyes finally focused on her firm, trimly seductive legs. She had to admit that they were as good and as well developed as those of a dancer.
Yes, she was an imposing package, and now, as she stood before the mirror admiring her shapely form, Cathy was now able to put two negative events that had occurred since arriving in Acapulco in a more realistic and less exasperating light.
In that she possessed the aforementioned attributes, along with a beautiful face with bright, luminous blue eyes, finely-chiseled features and stunning blonde hair which she generally wore to shoulder length, it was only understandable that a lot of men like Tom and Juan would surface in her life. Of course, she was aware of the fact that Juan was seeking to make money out of transactions the types of which he suggested to her, she also recognized that he made a move toward her before that toward the brown-haired woman. She had received the definite impression that, along with making money, Juan had also been looking forward to thoroughly enjoying himself with her.
She had to remember that Tom was making a move toward her because she was alone. This was something she would have to get used to now that John was not with her.
Ever since she haJ met the enterprising young lawyer who worked in the same building as that in which she worked, her entire social life was spent with John. He had acted as a buffer against the kind of advances she was encountering now.
After the beautiful blonde woman had admired her appealing form in the mirror for several moments thoughts of John flashed into her mind, and the fact that he enjoyed few activities as much as taking her to the beach. She would lie stretched out comfortably next to Lake Michigan as they enjoyed the sunshine and each other's conversation. She had enjoyed so much the compliments that he would pay her on her fetching figure, and it had always made her feel good to see other men on the beach stealing glances in her direction whenever their wives or girl-friends were not looking.
"You've got such a great bod," John would say in a soft voice huskily laden with sexual desire. "Just looking at this body and being next to it makes me feel so damned horny. Let's go to my place, darling."
Following his request, John would reach out and run his fingers through her sun-glistening blonde hair, then allow them to slide up and down her arm, hungering for any kind of contact with her firm yet softly seductive skin, yet knowing that he could not go too far, and certainly not nearly as far as he would have desired, in a public place.
He would then lean forward and kiss her lips, after which he would say in a half-whisper:
"Let's go to my place."
"Right now?"
"Absolutely," he would say emphatically. "Okay."
"You're irresistible," he would smile.
'Thank you," she would tell him with gratification.
"I've got to be about the luckiest guy around to have a girl like you."
"I'm not doing so badly, either."
"Oh, honey. You're too much."
He would lean forward and plant another kiss on her lips, the second time, almost invariably, a harder and more emphatic kiss than the first had been, indicating the level of his immediate need, of his overwhelming desire to supply satisfaction for the benefit of both himself and her.
They would then climb into John's Mercedes sports car and proceed to his apartment on Lake Shore Drive.
She would lie stretched out in the middle of the bed and watch him undress. John also had a good body, a washboard stomach brought on by regular racketball competition with two other young lawyers in the firm, a muscular, manly che t, and, last but far from least, a hard, energetic cock which he would display with great pride as he slid his boxer shorts down his legs and off of him.
The heat would dramatically begin to build within her body as she watched John reach down with both hands and wrap his fingers around the lust-bloated tip of his erect member.
Her eyes remained fully fixed on him as his fingers pumped and slid with assiduous zeal along the torrid length of his intense organ, and she listened to the gasping sounds that he would emit while his fervent finger action continued.
Following several minutes of zealous finger activity, John would bring his action to a halt. He would then throw his naked body down on top of the bed, upon which his fingers would go to work with great fury and stirring desire.
Before long he would have her bathing suit off, and for several seconds he would drink in the beauty of her overpowering form.
"Damned, what a woman!" he would gasp.
John reached out with both hands and allowed his fingers to clutch dramatically against the already taut pink nipples of his lover, which he would tweak and tease as the passions steadily built within both of them.
When he removed his fingers from her nipples, John sank his head down and let his stirring red tongue grind with passionate precision against the warmth of her shapely white breasts.
Her bosoms would dramatically sway amidst the swirl of determined, passionate tongue action. All the while her breathing would begin to accelerate, as would his sturdy tongue movements, and through the sharply increasing crescendo his cock would feel the tremendous pressure building dramatically, letting him know in no unmistakable terms just how important it was to let things take their regular course.
Finally he would withdraw his tongue from her breasts, and as he looked down at her, his alert brown eyes totally consumed with passionate expectation, he let his fingers reach down and make a quick and sturdy grab for her firm thighs.
Quickly he would part her succulent thighs, and finally he would let out a gasp as he drove his sturdy cock frenziedly forward, letting it work its way with great frenzy into the tight inner depths of her searing womanhood as she heaved a sigh.
Cathy was totally attuned to her lover's pacing as she let her hips rock back and forth. All the while his hotly stabbing cock continued to pierce her with skewering impact as he was propelled that much closer to the state of an ecstasy-filled climax.
"Oh, keep wiggling that beautiful ass," he called out excitedly. "Just keep it going. I love the rhythm. Oh, do I ever love driving my cock in your pussy."
He kept on thundering forward with his intense sallies, slamming his rock hard spear into the tight warmth of her plush pink vagina, and before long he would be on the verge of climax.
"Ah, I'm gonna shoot, the stuff is gonna spray out of me," he would announce. "Yes, oh, keep shaking that hot ass. I can't take anymore of this. It's just too much."
His spearing organ detonated her once more. He reached down and let his fingers clutch tightly against her quivering thighs as the first drops of thick white fluid began to descend from the fiery tip of his flaming organ.
Several hot, pulsating thrusts later, the last few drops of thick white fluid would explode from the fiery tip of John Macon's electrified cock, after which he would roll off of her.
It all seemed so real, and like it was yesterday, and now the beautiful blonde was slowly opening her eyes after recounting those episodes in the privacy of John Macon's bedroom.
She felt angry at herself as she lay there sprawled out on her bed in the Acapulco hotel room, so many miles removed from the Chicago setting where those intense love bouts had taken place.
Cathy had promised herself that she would not allow herself to think about John Macon again. Here she had not only violated her self-imposed rule. She had thought about him in a romantic way, and the more she thought about that, the angrier it made her feel.
Then she thought some more about what had happened, after which she did not upbraid herself nearly as harshly. After all, it was only natural that he would slip back into her thoughts every now and then, particularly this close to her break-up with him.
Something else had also prompted such thoughts. She had been looking at herself in her bikini, something that in turn had made her think about the beach, then John.
The beautiful blonde lifted herself from the bed and left her room, determined to enjoy these precious early evening moments, resolving that this, the first foreign vacation she had ever enjoyed, would be her finest vacation indeed.
She strolled out into the warm night air and observed the beauty of the sky overhead, the beginnings of the sunset and the same streaks of red and gold she had viewed one evening earlier.
Cathy arrived on the beach and, much to her great satisfaction, she found it relatively free of people. The privacy that she had unsuccessfully sought that afternoon was now hers.
She picked out a deserted strip of beach that she felt would afford a good vantage point from which to view the sunset, then sprawled out on her towel.
A delicious breeze began rippling through the night air, tousling her lustrous blonde hair.
CHAPTER THREE
The swarthy man with the straw hat took a final drag from his cigarette, and threw it down on the ground, stamping it out with one quickly decisive act of finality.
He stood behind a row of palm trees next to a shorter, stockier man who was sitting atop a rock lazily reading a boxing magazine detailing information on professional boxing in Mexico City.
While the stocky man sitting perched atop the rock, whose eyebrows were heavily laden with scar tissue, continued reading the magazine in the rapidly extinguishing light of early evening, his partner stood watching the fascinating sight on the beach below.
Sitting atop her beach towel staring at the water and taking occasional looks at the full moon was Cathy Hendricks, looking thoroughly resplendent in her white bikini, which seemed to glisten as something akin to neon as the darkness of evening continued to evolve.
"Jose, have a look," he finally nudged the shorter man, a measure of excitement detectable in his voice.
"What is it?" Ramon asked Jose.
"Over there. Look," he pointed in the direction where the young woman was stretched out comfortably, enjoying her full measure of privacy to the ultimate.
"Ah, what a woman!" Ramon nodded approvingly.
"Just the kind we were looking for."
"Yes. Perfect," Ramon shook his head emphatically.
"I think we should make a move," Jose exclaimed.
"But when?"
'Tonight."
"But do you think if we moved later, after we have followed her for awhile, that it would be less dangerous?"
"Perhaps so, but then there would be another risk involved."
"What other risk?" Ramon asked curiously.
"Have you ever seen this woman before?"
"No," Ramon shook his head. "Have you?"
"Never. And that is why I feel we must act soon. Right away. Before she can get out of our sight."
"I see your point. You fear that we might not ever see her again on this beach."
"Exactly."
'Then I suggest we begin planning our move right now."
"Just what I was about to suggest, Ramon, my friend."
Meanwhile, as the two strangers plotted her immediate future, a totally oblivious Cathy Hendricks, feeling as free as one of the soaring gulls overhead about being so far away from her home base of
Chicago and the numerous pressures which confronted her both on and off her job, was thoroughly enjoying every moment alone on the beach, happy that she had decided to invest her hard-earned money on a vacation in a tranquil foreign setting. She was convinced that this was the tonic to forget John Macon and to put her life on a new footing.
Cathy continued to sit on the sand, losing all track of time, until suddenly darkness surfaced in full measure. Even though she was still not particularly hungry, she decided that she should return to the hotel and have something to eat, after which she would then return to her room and absorb herself again in her book.
As she got up slowly from her towel and, bending over, began to pick it up, Ramon let out a soft whistle, far out of Cathy's earshot.
"What a beautiful ass!" he exclaimed in near awe.
"Very shapely," Jose promptly nodded. "Oh, yes. She is so beautifully put together."
"As you said before, Jose. This girl is ready made for our purposes."
"She is and there is absolutely no doubt about it."
"Mr. Sanchez would be so pleased."
"Exactly. And it looks as if the moment we have been waiting for ever since I first spotted her is coming to pass."
"Yes. She's walking away. She's walking toward the Imperial Hotel."
"She's probably staying there. A lot of the Americans do, and unless I am wrong I think she is American."
"Oh, yes. I am sure of it. Oh, and what a lovely American. My cock has become so hard looking at her all this time in that white bikini."
"Which she wears to perfection," Jose nodded. "Oh, what a woman! Well, Ramon, I believe the time has come."
"Indeed, it has. I suggest we cut her off in the bushes over there."
"Good idea. Yes. She's walking in that very direction. Also, it is very dark and deserted there."
"Exactly why I suggested it."
"Good idea, Ramon. At any rate, let us move very quietly. We can't risk being heard."
"Oh, yes. Very quietly."
Cathy walked without a care in the world, occasionally casting her eyes upward to feast them on the glorious sight above. She recalled the manner in which her travel agent had described the beautiful Acapulco evenings with the glittering constellations of stars illuminating the skies. There it was unfolding before her. What had sounded like a distant dream at the time it had all been described to her had become reality, and she was determined to absorb every delicious moment of it.
At one point, when she had slowed down almost to a halt to stare in the direction of one particularly impressive star formation, the silence and stillness of evening and her intensely perfect concentration were momentarily interrupted by the sound of a stirring in the bushes.
Wondering if an animal of some kind might be stirring there, she dropped her eyes from heavenward to earthward, and, before she had time to do any more than utter a muffled gasp, her eyes suddenly bulging with fear, they were on her!
Ramon and Jose pulled off the abduction like seasoned professionals. Ramon used his impressive strength to lunge at the helpless young woman and grab her from behind before she had even become aware of what was happening. She felt pain as he grabbed her arms and pinned them in such a manner as to render her helpless.
By the time she had the urge to scream, Jose reached out with his left hand and thrust it over her mouth. While she continued sputtering in a helpless, inaudible fashion, hoping to let out a scream loud enough to attract attention at the brightly lit bar area at poolside of the Imperial Hotel, which she could see in the distance, Jose reached into his pocket with his right hand and pulled out a handkerchief, which he promptly thrust against her nose.
Suddenly the young woman felt a weakness, a sluggishness in her knees. Her entire world began to spin before her in a dizzying display of yellow lights. The spinning sensation grew more acute with each passing moment and her entire body grew increasingly heavier, particularly in the knees, until finally she experienced nothing at all.. . .
"Keep watch here," Jose said, stuffing the handkerchief back in his pocket and walking briskly but quietly through the bushes. "I'll get the jeep."
"Our little sleeping beauty is going nowhere," Ramon smiled, looking down at the unconscious young woman he had pulled from the edge of the sand into the anonymity of the bushes.
"Wait until Mr. Sanchez sees her," Jose said, his eyes aglitter with a glow of triumph.
CHAPTER FOUR
She awakened she knew not when, a strange sensation surfacing in the pit of her stomach as she threw off the cobwebs of drowsiness which inevitably accompany awakening after a long sleep.
At first Cathy was convinced that she had been victimized by some kind of peculiar nightmare. It had all seemed so very strange, in some ways stranger than anything she had ever encountered, as her train of memory quickly unfolded the weird stream of events. She recalled getting up from the beach and walking with calmness and an inner serenity that she had not experienced in quite some time, feeling oblivious to the trials and tribulations of the world and the mortality of mankind in general, herself included.
Then she recalled how, all of a sudden, the images of two strange men, men whom she could barely make out in the darkness of evening, had suddenly loomed into view. All she could really distinguish was that one of them was taller and rangier than the other, while the second man, who grabbed her quickly from behind, and who she could barely see at all, appeared to be shorter and stockier than his compatriot, and very strong.
It had to be a dream, but yet somehow it had seemed all too real for that. As she blinked her eyes open and began focusing her eyes around the room in which she had awakened, however, she felt a tense fear totally overtake her with the sudden impactful recognition that she had indeed encountered no dream. No, it had all been too truly real for that, especially when the handkerchief, and she could remember the event clearly now, had been shoved against her nose, and then she had become weak in the knees and dizzy. Finally, and she recalled this with total vividness, her entire body had become increasingly weaker as she felt herself drifting off into some kind of hinterland until, ultimately, she felt nothing at all.
Now this! Awakening in a strange room.
Yes, it had to be a strange room, since it was much larger than her hotel room. As her eyes traveled across the length and breadth of the large room she observed many differences. There was a large window and balcony which overlooked the glittering blue waters of Acapulco Bay which was a part of her hotel room, but this much larger room had no windows at all. Her hotel room had colorful throw rugs distributed throughout the floor, while all that was visible here was plain white tile. Her room had had no television set. This room had one, along with a well stocked bar, unlike her hotel room.
Her eyes did not widen with horror, however, until her quick visual journey terminated with one far corner of the room, where she observed a slender man with a mustache sitting with one leg propped over the other in a leather chair. He was barefooted, and was clad in a pair of khaki shorts that appeared to be cutaways. A sinister grin that she found particularly unnerving was visible on his face.
"Good day, senorita," he nodded.
"Where am I?" she asked in a voice heavily laced with fear, the kind of unique fear that accompanies the unknown.
"All I will tell you, and this should be sufficient, is that we are in a house high above Acapulco Bay, high above the Imperial Hotel, and very remote," he began suddenly chuckling. "We thrive on remoteness and a certain measure of luxury. We especially thrive on the beauty of women. You, young lady, are a most enticing package. So enticing, in fact, that it was a pleasure just sitting in this chair and standing guard, watching you sleep in your bathing suit. You're incredibly stunning, something to behold."
"Who are you?" she blurted fearfully. "Who are you people?"
"A good part of that question will eventually be answered, while other elements of that same question will not be," he told her. "By the way. It is time for us to become acquainted. My name is Jose." There was a pause. The young woman looked at him with a blank stare on her face. "Your name?" he inquired. "You might as well tell me the truth, because, whenever we see fit to take in a.. . guest," a smile formed on his lips as he paused momentarily, "we always check thoroughly on that person. Very thoroughly. We will be checking thoroughly on you, so you might as well at least tell me your name."
"Very well. My name is Cathy. Cathy Hendricks."
"Where are you from, Cathy?"
"Chicago."
"Oh, yes," his eyes twinkled nostalgically. "O'Hare Airport. The famous racetrack, Arlington Park. There is the Loop, Michigan Avenue. There is Marshal Fields. And Lake Shore Drive. What a view!"
"You've been there?"
"Oh, yes. I have seen most of America. A very interesting country, I must say. I am as fascinated by it as I am my native Mexico. Two wonderful countries."
"When are you going to let me go?"
'That is one question I am unwilling to answer," he shook his head in a particularly emphatic manner.
"What are you planning to do with me?"
"I will not answer that either," he replied.
"I feel so helpless. I know nothing about you. I know nothing about where I am."
"You will be taken care of," Jose laughed. Cathy watched as he rose slowly from his chair. "Now I think it is time for us to become better acquainted. This is something I am really looking forward to in your case, Cathy."
Cathy watched with fearful uncertainty as the man's body straightened up and he, in a nonchalant fashion, reached down with both hands and began suddenly tugging at his khaki shorts.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"It will all be revealed in due course," he smiled.
He tugged the khaki shorts promptly down his legs until his already hugely erect penis became only too evident to her. She turned her head away with embarrassment. The only man with whom she had become intimate, and the only man she had seen totally naked, was the man she had fully intended to marry, John Macon. Had she not been firmly convinced that he was her husband-to-be she would never have allowed him to take liberties with her body. Now she was in the presence of a total stranger who was taking off his shorts and stripping nude before her eyes in the routine fashion of someone clearing his throat or stretching his arms.
Before long Jose had stepped out of his shorts, and now he was proudly reaching down and allowing his fingers to firmly massage against the raging solidity of his towering cock, something she had seen John do on a number of occasions when he was particularly horny and particularly proud of his penis.
"Oh, senorita," he gasped. "You are enough to bring up the cock of even a dead man. What a glorious body you have. I love the perfection of that shapely ass, of your glorious breasts, of your firm legs. Oh, yes, you are true perfection in womanhood."
Cathy found the compliments revolting coming from this swarthy but highly suave Mexican man, who continued grinding his fingers up and down against the lengthy dimensions of his scorchingly alive organ while his bloated testicles dangled.
Eventually, after he had stroked himself for another few minutes, he abruptly removed his fingers from his aroused cock. His body moved with cat-like swiftness toward the bed on which she lay.
As Jose threw himself down on top of the bed, the young woman winced. This man was about to force himself on her. She had to resist. If she did so, her mind quickly reasoned, then perhaps he would abandon his revolting routine. If she could convince him that she truly wanted no part of him then maybe he would leave her alone.
Her body tightened as Jose reached out and made a quick grab for her bikini top. He tugged with vigorous assertiveness as her body trembled and tightened and she did her best to resist him.
"Stop, stop," she shrieked.
"Shouting will do you absolutely no good," he smiled condescendingly. "You will do nothing more than waste your energy, my beautiful senorita from the interesting city of Chicago, Illinois. You will learn soon enough how futile and often foolish it is to resist us. It is very foolish indeed."
She attempted to continue struggling, but was unsuccessful as Jose tugged at her bikini top, ultimately yanking it off of her, upon which his eyes sparkled with a measure of triumph.
Cathy let out a shriek of helpless frustration once that he finished pulling her top from her. He reached out and let his sturdy fingers go to work immediately on her shapely white bosoms, his fingers tugging and pulling at her breasts as he let out gasps of wild delight, thoroughly enjoying the contact.
"Oh, what glorious tits," he gasped. "I really love touching them. This is such a good feeling. How I love it. Oh, yes, I really do love it. What a woman you are. From the very moment that I spotted you on the beach I dreamed of how this moment would be. Oh, yes, what breasts, and how I love pulling and tugging on them!"
His fingers continued squeezing and tugging with brisk assertiveness for the next few minutes. At first she attempted to resist as her body tightened and she attempted to pull him off of her, but soon she became tired, her hands and arms became sore and weary, and she recognized how truly futile her efforts had been.
Jose's breathing became increasingly heavier the longer that the breast action continued, and beads of perspiration began rolling down both sides of his face. Now there was no look of joy, no expression of dancing merriment in his eyes, Cathy immediately observed. Instead there was a frozen expression of concentrated determination etched on his face.
After he had finished kneading the warm, succulent flesh of her firm, shapely breasts, Jose's fingers started ardently tugging against the prickly pink surface of her nipples.
He kept up the flow of finger action directed at he nipple flesh for a few minutes, after which he removed his fingers with great abruptness and let them drop downward promptly to her bikini bottom.
Immediately the young woman became seized with fear, the kind of fear that far surpassed what she had previously felt in Jose's presence. The fearful condition was brought on by the knowledge that Jose was about to finish the job of undressing her. It was n enough to remove her bikini top and take undue liberties with her breasts and nipples. That was apparent' meant to serve as no more than a prelude to the act of removing her bikini bottom.
"Oh, stop, please stop, no more," she shrieked, her legs kicking back and forth helplessly. "Oh, stop, please, oh, I beg of you."
"Begging will do you no good," he laughed fiendishly. "No, my sweet, you are destined to be mine no matter what you might think of that. That is all there is to it."
His heart began pounding with increasing anxiety with the knowledge that this beautiful and thoroughly helpless American blonde woman was really his. He was determined to make the very most of his situation, to play it out to the hilt.
As he started pulling downward at her bikini bottom, tears of frustration began streaking down the cheeks of the thoroughly frustrated young blonde woman who, never in her entire life, had found herself thrust into this kind of situation.
There were girls she knew at the office who she regarded as cheap, listening to them reveal stories about themselves and the fun they had had with strange men they met in singles bars in the Loop, and she always concluded the same thing, that they thought very little of themselves and that she would never allow herself to be exposed to such a situation, in which she would be experiencing intimacies with a man concerning whom she knew nothing.
Now she was precisely in the position she had vowed she would never occupy, and, worse yet, she had not the vaguest idea of how to extricate herself from it. All the same, she concluded, she would put up the best fight she could under the circumstances, and just maybe he would give up, deciding that he did not want to take her under such circumstances even though she felt that there was only a very tiny likelihood that something like that would occur.
"Stop, oh, please, I don't want this, I don't want you," she sharply protested in a loud, shrill voice. "Doesn't this mean anything to you? Doesn't it mean anything that I'm rejecting you? Doesn't it mean anything that I'm telling you in every way that I know how that I don't want to have anything to do with you?"
"It means nothing to me, lovely senorita," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Right now the only thing I'm focusing on, the only thing that has even the remotest meaning to me, is deriving pleasure, of absorbing all the delight I can. Yes, my dear. I plan to drink in your beauty to the fullest."
She struggled as best she could, but was unable to register even the faintest impact on her pursuer as he tugged her bikini bottom down her frantically kicking legs.
"Oh, what legs, what gorgeous legs," he gasped.
Before long he had pulled her bikini bottom down far enough to where he was able to see for the first time her vulnerably exposed pink vagina, which was surrounded by a glowing golden mound of pubic hair, and immediately he started licking his lips with rapidly mounting lascivious hunger.
"Oh, what a perfectly enticing pussy," he exclaimed as he continued tugging downward at her bikini bottom. "Yes. And I am going to have so much fun. This is going to be truly wonderful. I plan on enjoying every moment of the wondrous sensations I'll be getting."
"Please. Oh, I beg of you. Stop right now. Please don't bother me anymore. You can find women who want something like this. Women you already know. You don't have to force yourself on me."
"I am starting to grow tired of your protests," his voice grew suddenly stern. "I want you to stop all this childish complaining. Stop it right now."
"I'll stop when you start leaving me alone," she shrieked, hoping that she had broken through the seemingly impenetrable line of resistance. "Just leave me alone, stop this, and stop it right now."
"You are not the person to give orders," he exclaimed in a louder voice than before, continuing to tug downward on her bikini bottom.
"Stop! Leave me alone!"
One tug later he succeeded in removing her bikini bottom, which he hoisted nonchalantly over her shoulders. It fell harmlessly to the floor and now the captive young blonde was precisely in the vulnerable position that she had dreaded, that in which she was totally nude, her trembling body lying totally exposed.
"Oh, what beauty," he sighed, running his fingers over the oval plane of her trim stomach. "You are in very good shape, my dear. All of you is so delectable, so beautiful, so perfectly formed."
"Get away from me. I'm not some kind of tramp."
"Nobody said you were," Jose chuckled. "You happen to be a very beautiful woman, and you happen to be in a household where the beauty of the feminine face and form are greatly appreciated. Oh, yes, very much so."
"I didn't come here by choice," Cathy reminded him bitterly.
"Maybe not, but now you happen to be here and you might as well make the most of it. It will be much better for you if you do rather than if you don't. Oh, what a beautiful female."
Undaunted by her protests, Jose plunged dramatically ahead, shoving his head forward and planting his tongue with fervent determination against the warmth of her firm white breasts.
As his tongue ground against the captivating loveliness of her firm white orbs of flesh, Cathy's body began instinctively rotating back and forth under the stirring, passionate movements that he sent forth with his blistering tongue.
"This is cruel, this is dirty, get away from me," she shouted.
Jose was not about to pay any attention to her protests, and so he continued sinking his spearing tongue against the firm warmth of her breasts.
While the dramatic tongue thrusting continued, Cathy began to feel an additional awkwardness above and beyond what she had earlier felt. Despite her intense loathing of Jose and all he represented, kidnapping her on Caleta Beach in the darkness of evening, transporting her to some presumably isolated location, and now forcing himself on her sexually, it bothered her greatly to realize that, as much as she hated what was happening to her and as helpless as she felt over the entire ordeal into which she had been catapulted, there was a certain measure of passionate sensation that began flowing through her over the stiff tongue penetration delivered against the warmth of her firm white breasts.
As much as she might have loathed him, Cathy Hendricks was forced to reluctantly admit that Jose had a certain finesse in his driving tongue thrusts, and that his steaming red digit was capable of implanting sensation through her entire body.
The longer that he continued his intense probing movements with his skillfully driving tongue, the faster in turn that her body twisted and turned in response to the movements.
Eventually Jose ceased his spirited tongue thrusts against the warmth of her now searing breasts. He dropped his tongue down with one swift dramatic swoop to her stomach. He let his sensitive red lingual digit swipe teasingly against her navel several times, and finally he let his piercing tongue proceed to drive and twist as it made contact against the plane of her stomach.
By then Cathy had been driven into a bewildering sea of dizziness in which she wondered just what was happening to her. His tongue slipped and slid energetically against the warmth of her stomach a few more times, and she felt a tremendous measure of guilt over the fact that, once again, just as had happened when her breasts had been licked and sucked, she was beginning to experience waves of excitement.
Her head continued to spin in the same web of confusion as Jose released his tongue from her stomach. He dropped it down swiftly one more time, and this time his target was the pink warmth of her slightly dampened vagina.
Alertly recognizing the dampness of her female cleft, Jose interpreted this as a sign that the young woman was indeed responding to his spirited tongue thrusts, even though she was attempting not to respond at all, and now a surging recklessness gushed through his body at the prospect of bringing her off with his dramatic tongue thrusts.
The moment that his tongue sank for the first time against the pinkness of her vagina, the young woman was thrown into a state of delirious panic as his tongue whipped sharply back and forth, plunging into the depths of her organ.
"Oh, stop, stop, you bastard, this is awful," she shrieked, her legs kicking back and forth in desperation. "This is awful. You're forcing yourself on me. Oh, I hate this, hate it, hate it!"
Even while she was shrieking her contempt at the man who was forcing himself on her, however, she could not help but feel sensations of surging passion building dramatically throughout her whole body as the probing tongue stabs continued, and as she was propelled ever nearer, in spite of any opposition, to the state of climax.
Back and forth his tongue snaked, picking up momentum, his stroking tempo increasing dramatically as he propelled her that much nearer to the inevitable climax that she was dreading, yet down deep realizing was inevitable.
"You bastard, you're taking advantage," she sobbed.
He was indeed taking advantage, he had indeed forced himself upon her contrary to her wishes, but all the same she was reacting to his torrid tongue thrusts, and this was what was causing her the greatest concern. As much as she might have detested this stranger Jose and everything he stood for, all the same she was reacting to the well-timed strokes that his twisting tongue delivered with ringing authority.
Before long her legs were no longer kicking helplessly, and now Cathy's legs were twitching and trembling slightly as she was pushed that much nearer to the state of a glorious climax.
Several thrusting strokes later she let out a loud sigh as her legs twitched more noticeably than before, and now the drops of impassioned feminine liquid commenced spraying from her detonating organ and into Jose's mouth.
She closed her eyes, feeling a strong sense of humiliation over what was happening to her, particularly appalled by the salacious slurping sounds of her lover as he swallowed the juices that spurted from her inflamed nest.
When the orgasmic floodtide ceased and she no longer heard the sound of the hotly slurping tongue in her pussy, and as she felt the withdrawal of his warm red tongue being removed from her organ, she felt a certain measure of relief in recognizing that it was all over.
Before she had time to do little more than open her eyes, however, Jose was reaching out and grabbing her head. Without saying a word to her, he plunged her head downward toward his massive cock, which was pointed toward her in the threatening manner of a loaded shotgun.
"What are you doing?" she asked fearfully.
"Ah, my darling. Now it is time for me to receive some satisfaction."
"How?"
"Ah. I did a good job of sucking you and providing you with release, and now you can do the same for me."
"Oh, no. Never. I wouldn't even do that for my ex-fianc�. No. Please. Don't force that on me."
"Oh, but yes. You have so much to learn about life."
"Would you be that rotten?"
'That is your word, not mine," he grinned. "I call it being erotic. That is the correct definition."
"Oh, that type of sex is sick."
"A beautiful girl like you, and so unsophisticated. How ridiculous. Well, it looks like Jose, in addition to receiving the satisfaction that he so rightfully deserves, also must teach a certain young lady, living in the dark ages, a lesson about how to please a man with her mouth."
"Oh, please. Anything but that."
"Right now that is all I am interested in," he told her.
"No, not that."
"Oh, yes, my sweet," Jose laughed fiendishly.
He shoved his sturdy, blue-veined penis forward once more, edging it ever closer to the edge of the young woman's mouth. She decided to adopt a resolute stance in the face of the pressures, allowing her mouth to remain tightly shut.
Several times Jose scraped his erect phallic tool against the edge of the young woman's mouth. When she failed to cooperate with him even to the slightest extent he took Cathy by surprise as he reached down with both hands and let his fingers clamp tightly against her scalp.
"One way or another you will cooperate," Jose told her in a somber but not threatening tone. "You will learn, my beautiful young woman, that we expect obedience in this household. In fact, we demand it."
His fingers continued to clamp down on her scalp, until eventually Cathy could not help but cry out in pain.
"Oh, stop it," she exclaimed. "Stop. Don't hurt me. You're acting like an animal."
"I am imposing some needed discipline," he briskly replied, "and right now I am determined to push my cock inside your mouth. Oh, yes, I am going to enjoy every bit of this. So will you, I imagine, once that we get you conditioned."
Eventually Cathy could not help but wince and let out a scream in protest to the pain she felt, and when she did, Jose seized the advantage by slipping his hotly aroused penis inside her mouth, where it dangled around its edges, seeking to intrude further.
When he finally managed to wedge his solid organ deeper into her mouth, where it began to fill her oral cavity, Cathy responded bitterly and angrily by biting down on Jose's penis.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, DAMNED!" he howled, his whole body falling backwards over the shock waves and pain he felt, right to the point where he toppled from the bed and onto the floor.
Cathy Hendricks said nothing, staring at Jose fearfully. She could tell from the fiery expression of contempt in his eyes that he was planning on taking immediate steps to punish her. He had mentioned the discipline to which the girls were subjected, and Cathy had obviously violated a cardinal tenet of her captors. She was taking matters into her own hands and resisting.
Even though Jose could feel a sharp, wincing pain for several moments from Cathy's instantaneous action, what really bothered him was that she had had the audacity to do such a thing. Not only that, but his male pride had suffered to think that this beautiful blonde woman would go to such lengths to avoid having to perform on him orally.
"You little bitch, now you have asked for it," he told her emphatically, never raising his voice but speaking in a tone of icy contempt that terrified Cathy.
In a flash he had jumped up from the floor and had thrown himself back on top of the bed. He reached out and delivered several crisp, stinging slaps in rapid succession along the side of her face. She did not shout or sob, instead suppressing any kind of such reaction for fear that he would only make things that much tougher on her. It was bad enough to be slapped with such forceful impact. Cathy was not about to press her luck any further, recognizing that Jose could be easily moved toward vindictive reprisal.
Her head snapped back and her body trembled slightly from the stinging contact of hand against face, and Jose quickly seized upon his advantage by shoving his sturdy cock forward and letting it penetrate its way with prompt assertiveness inside her mouth.
Jose gasped and sighed as he guided his restless tool inside her mouth, and before long he was flinging his body forward, driving his stiffly projecting organ with seismic impact as he worked it all the way to the back of the blonde's mouth.
She could not help but remember several arguments she had had with John Macon when he had requested that she service him orally. On every occasion she had declined, telling him that, no matter how he might have felt about it, she considered fellatio to be a highly degrading act in which a woman was reduced to the state of a lower form of animal.
Even though John would tell her that she was being ridiculous, just as Jose had earlier, and had also, like Jose, told her that she was adopting an archaic view, he had at least respected her wishes. On those occasions he would agree to sex in a more conventional way.
Cathy felt a strong measure of tragedy and frustration in knowing that she was totally unable to make Jose respect her wishes. When she had reacted violently to his forceful penetration he had struck back by slapping her, and now there he was, driving his forceful penis into the depths of her mouth.
The young woman felt a strong measure of humiliation over the vulnerable position she was in. Jose's breathing became short and ragged, coming in puffy gasps as his solidly determined organ kept on crisply connecting with the back of her mouth.
Eventually, as his legs widened, he began to straddle her, forcing his electrified organ all the way to the base of her throat, and Jose's eyes began to roll with ecstasy.
"Ah, now this is more like it," he nodded appreciatively. "I really love plunging my cock down your throat. Oh, this feels so good. You'll learn to accept this, you little bitch. Oh, I've seen your kind before. You think you're so much better than a man like me. You are like the eternal virgin in your own mind. Oh, no, you're not about to suck a man's cock. You look on something like this as so degrading. Well, maybe for now, maybe for a little while, but I venture to say that you will not always feel this way. Oh, no, I'm going to teach you a very valuable lesson. You will learn just how much a woman can learn to enjoy receiving a driving cock in her mouth."
He let out a loud gasp and his whole body began to dramatically sway as his sturdy, captivating, dagger-like organ sank against the base of her throat. All the while he was penetrating that much closer to the precipice of climax.
His buttocks twitched and wiggled as his hammering man meat continued to stab and thrust against the base of the beautiful blonde woman's throat, and finally her head began to spin in a sea of dizzying disbelief, not unlike the sensation she had experienced when she had been captured on Caleta Beach by two strange men.
The thing she felt worst about as this nightmarish ordeal continued was the state of her helplessness. There was nothing she could do to resist this onslaught, and all the while, as a means of reminding her not to react foolishly, the hotly panting Jose allowed his fingers to remain clamped against her scalp.
He hammered her over and over again with his blazing cock. Even though he was not applying his fingers against her scalp in such a way as to cause pain, he let his fingers register enough impact so that she got the message. If she resisted in any way or attempted anything as foolish as last time, she would quickly pay for it.
Beads of perspiration rolled down both sides of Jose's face, and his breathing was now no more than a series of loud gasps as his steely pole penetrated his lover's mouth several more times.
The sledgehammer force with which his sturdy, lust-bloated dagger dominantly asserted itself caused her head to snap back several times from this jolting impact to which she was totally unaccustomed. There were times at which she wondered if he would cut off her breathing altogether from the driving force of his steaming pole and the manner in which it intruded time and again against the base of her throat.
"Oh, this is so good, so very good," he gasped. "What a fuck! Oh, this is throat-fucking, the best kind of blow job that a man can get. I love every moment of it." His sharply protruding cock rocked her head back one more time, and the thudding testicles of Jose bounced against her quivering chin several times as he found himself drawing ever nearer to the moment he so lasciviously anticipated, that at which the stirring juices of his thick white cock fluid would engulf her mouth.
"This feels better than anything I could imagine," he gulped, his buttocks twisting back and forth under the steady tempo of grinding penis stabs directed at her mouth. "It can't last much longer, even though I would love to have it last forever! Oh, his feels wonderful. My cock is on fire, my balls are itching, and pretty soon the juice is gonna stream from me!"
For a long period of time the captive victim could feel nothing other than contempt toward Jose and total humiliation. She would have done anything within her power to bring this awful debacle to an end, but knew fully well that she was powerless to resist.
Now a strange, totally inexplicable type of sensation was beginning to register impact throughout her body. For a long while she had felt dizzy, as if this entire perverted act was taking place in some remote region of her battered mind, but as time continued to elapse and her lover kept on driving his sturdy cock into the pierced depths of her ravaged mouth, she could begin to feel stirrings of sexuality surfacing in her body.
It stunned Cathy almost beyond belief to recognize that she was actually starting to respond to what was happening to her. There were the telltale waves of titillation making their presence felt in her vagina as the blistering cock of the hotly panting Jose kept driving with steadily penetrating force into her mouth.
"Oh, now I'm getting really close," he told her.
His fingers began gripping Cathy's scalp more sharply than before, though stopping short of inflicting any pain on her. All the while he was driving himself closer to the ultimate moment at which the spraying drops of his impassioned liquid would spray from the end of his penis and into her mouth.
Several surging stabs later, Jose heaved a deep sigh, his body started to noticeably quiver, and the first few drops of pre-cum oozed out of the end of his burning organ and into his captive victim's mouth.
"Oh, this feels so good," he sighed. "The stuff is gonna shoot out of me, spurt out of me!"
Several stiffly projecting thrusts later he released his fingers from his victim's scalp and let them clutch tightly against her shoulders. At that same moment the spurting drops of his white orgasmic fluid spilled thunderously from the nub end of his electrified pole and into his lover's mouth.
Cathy was shocked at the manner in which the spurting juices spilled from him, and for several panic stricken seconds she wondered if he would shoot such a load as to literally drown her in the process.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, GGGOOOODDDD!" he gasped. "OOOOOHHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT!"
The thundering stream of thick juice continued spraying into her ravaged gullet until there was no more.
At the conclusion of Jose's orgasm he removed his cock from her mouth and stretched out next to Cathy on the bed.
For several moments there was total stillness. The only discernible sound in the room was that of Jose's breathing, which gradually moved from extra heavy to normal.
As the stunned Cathy, who was too ashamed and shaken at the conclusion of all that had happened to her to say anything, continued to lie stretched out on the bed, Jose ran his fingers playfully against the oval plane of her stomach several times.
"That was what I call nice," he said calmly.
He eased his body nonchalantly up from the bed, walking over to where he had discarded his shorts, which he put back on.
"You are a beautiful woman," he said, "and there will come a time when you will actually beg for an opportunity to suck the hard cock of a man. All you need is a little more time and conditioning."
Cathy said nothing. The whole episode had shocked her into speechlessness. The dreaded act that was off limits to her own fianc� had been perpetrated forcefully on her by a stranger. To make matters even worse, he was a stranger who had helped abduct her.
"I will see you later, beautiful lady," Jose grinned with great satisfaction. She heaved a sigh of relief when he opened the door and stepped out of the room, closing it quickly behind him.
Now Cathy Hendricks was alone with her thoughts once more. They had been troubled thoughts before Jose had forced himself upon her, and now she felt a tremendous sense of torment, particularly over the fact that she had felt pangs of sensation at the closing stages of what she still considered a depraved sex act.
CHAPTER FIVE
Before Cathy was able to recover from the shock of what had occurred in the form of Jose's oral rape, the door suddenly opened and the short, stocky man who had aided Jose in her abduction made a sudden entrance.
He stared at her still naked body and smiled approvingly as he pushed a small table on rollers, on which there was set a large tray covered by a silver top, inside the room. He pushed it until it was perched next to her bed, after which he removed the top and pointed downward toward a plate full of food. There were carrots, mashed potatoes, a substantial portion of steak, and a pitcher was situated next to the food, which had two empty glasses resting on one side of it.
"You mustn't be embarrassed over me seeing you naked," he looked down at her and smiled, anticipating her concern as her eyes darted from side to side uncomfortably. "Nudity is accepted here. Jose saw you naked, now I see you naked. Please eat. There is plenty of good food there for you. Here. Let me pour you some wine."
Cathy said nothing, watching as Ramon, seeking to play the role of the host, poured her a glass of wine, after which he poured one for himself as well.
"I've already eaten," he smiled, "but I can't resist the opportunity to have a glass of wine."
Cathy Hendricks watched as the short, muscular Mexican took his full glass of wine and walked over toward a chair resting against the wall. Seeking closeness of contact with the blonde woman, he pulled the chair adjacent to the bed, after which he sat down in it.
"Please eat. You must be very hungry," he beckoned.
Even though by then Cathy was indeed hungry, she still felt so awkward about the strange series of events that had taken place that it was very difficult for her to suddenly and abruptly commence eating. In spite of what this muscular man had told her, she still could not help but feel awkward over being exposed in a state of total nudity in front of him.
It was not until the man took several sips from his wine glass that she finally coaxed herself to the point and beginning to partake of her food, and as she did, the man began to smile.
"That's it, we want you to feel at home here," he said in what appeared to be a tone of sincerity.
Cathy could not help but recognize the enormous irony of his statement. Here he was telling her that he wanted her to feel at home in this hostile strange environment she had been forced into very much against her own wishes. She had been kidnapped by this man, and she longed to blurt out and tell him angrily just what she thought of both him as well as his friend Jose, but what stopped her from ultimately verbalizing her inner frustrations was not so much that she was afraid of the repercussions, but because she actually felt a wave of compassion for this man, who appeared to be, at least in many ways, the contrasting opposite of his slender partner. Whereas Jose was very suave, educated, and downright arrogant, there was a simplicity about this muscular man with the heavy layers of scar tissue under his eyes that could not help but make her feel compassionate. He had made his statement with a tone of tenderness, causing her to believe that he was generally concerned about her feelings in spite of the torment to which she was being subjected in a strange environment.
The longer that she ate, the faster she consumed the food. Suddenly a ravenous hunger had risen squarely to the surface and would no longer be sidetracked, not even by the strong measure of desperation she felt at the moment.
Ramon watched her eat, occasionally taking a sip from his wine. Even though he too was infatuated by the blonde's striking beauty of face and form, he did not express his male desires in the kind of blatantly obvious manner as had his partner.
"Jose was right," he finally said after a long period of silence had passed in the stillness of the large room.
"About what?" she asked.
"He told me about how stunning a body you had. Of course, I had seen it in the bikini. But this is incredible. You are as stunning a woman as these eyes have ever seen."
"Thank you," she found herself replying. "How is the food? I hope it tastes good."
"As a matter-of-fact, it's very delicious."
"And you are very hungry," he smiled.
"Yes, I am."
"Your name is Cathy. That is so."
"Yes. That's right."
"My name is Ramon. I hope that we will become very good friends."
Even though Ramon was smiling slightly as he spoke, and Cathy detected a double meaning when he referred to becoming friends, she was not offended by the remark in the same way she would have been had it been made by the clever Jose, who would have carried a knowing twinkle in his eyes upon making the same statement.
"A pleasure knowing you, Ramon," she replied guardedly.
"You are from Chicago, Illinois?" he asked. "That's right," she nodded. "You've been there."
"No. Jose has."
"He told me."
"But I have visited your country," he smiled pridefully.
"Where did you visit?" she asked curiously as she took her final bite of delicious steak, washing it down with a sip of wine.
"I visited Los Angeles and San Francisco," Ramon said, his eyes twinkling nostalgically.
"You say you never visited Chicago, Ramon. Well, I never visited Los Angeles and San Francisco."
Ramon's eyes continued dancing with nostalgic delight as he quickly disposed of the remaining contents of his glass, then abruptly jumped to his feet, somewhat gracefully, she noticed, especially considering his squatty frame.
Her eyes surveyed the ruggedly constructed Mexican carefully as he raised his hands in a fighter's pose and began shadowboxing in the room, his breath seething from his nostrils in quick spurts as his fists flashed out before him like bursts of lightning.
"I was one of the best lightweights, one of the very best," he almost shouted, his flailing fists moving quickly several more times, after which he brought his activity to a halt and sat back down in the chair.
"You were a professional fighter?"
"My manager took me to Los Angeles," he explained. "I had won twenty fights in a row in Mexico, the last ten in Mexico City. When my manager saw how well I could fight, when he saw that I could beat some of the tops in Mexico City, he decided that I was ready for Los Angeles. There are many Latin fight fans in Los Angeles. Did you know that?"
"Well, I'm not really a fight fan and I'm not from Los Angeles, but I have heard that there are many Latin people there."
"Si. Many," he smiled. "And they loved Ramon. They came to see me fight. I won three fights. The last fight was against a tall black man who was very good. He was a very good boxer and at first I had a hard time getting into range where I could hit him. But finally I managed to hit him enough to win a decision."
"It sounds like you had a very successful trip to the United States," she said, eager to extract as much voluntary conversation from Ramon about his background as possible. She had to find out more about her present situation, and any knowledge she could derive from speaking to her captors was certainly welcome.
Suddenly Ramon's face dropped.
"Oh, yes, some of it was successful, but it did not end that way," he said, speaking with a measure of contempt. "My manager. My stupid manager! He ruined it for me!"
"What happened?"
"When I fought the tall black man in Los Angeles, who was a very good fighter, he cut my eye." Ramon pointed toward his scar tissue-laden left eye. "It was not enough to stop me from winning the fight, and even though my trainer told me that he thought I should take off for a month and give the cut a chance to heal before fighting again, my ruthless manager who was always so eager to make as much money as he could, took a fight in San Francisco."
"Did you try and talk hi n out of it?" she asked.
"Oh, no. I had been winning all these fights and I started thinking like a lot of fighters when that happens."
"How is that?"
"The head begins to swell up like a balloon," he told her. "You begin to think that nobody and nothing can stop you. I wasn't worried about the cut like I should have been, and my greedy manager was not about to pass up a quick chance to make money by fighting in San Francisco. He should have been concerned about me."
"I agree with you, Ramon," she told him sympathetically. "So the eye caused you to lose the big fight in San Francisco?"
"Si. It was terrible," he frowned, seemingly on the verge of blowing up as he relived the bitter experience. "I was fighting a rated contender, a popular fighter in San Francisco who had come from Cuba. A tough black fighter. I was winning the fight on points, but he had cut my eye in the fourth round, and when he saw that he had hurt me there he kept working on the cut until the referee stopped the fight in the eighth round. Without that cut I would have won the fight, the biggest in my career. I would have been a rated contender. Who knows. I might have had a chance to fight for the championship."
"What happened after you lost that fight?"
"I went back to Mexico and continued fighting. But I only fought for two more years after that. I guess my heart wasn't in it in the same way that it was before. When I went to California I was just sure I would become a champion some day. But I have talked long enough about myself. Are you through with your dinner, Senorita Cathy."
"Yes I am, Ramon."
"Then I will clear everything away. I hope you liked your meal."
"I did. It was very good. And the longer I ate the more I realized just how hungry I'd been in the first place."
"Very good. I am glad that you're satisfied. I am very sorry, Senorita Cathy, that I bored you by talking so long about my boxing career. I guess I got worked up."
"Think nothing of it, Ramon. I enjoyed hearing you talk about it. I really did."
"You did?" he looked at her, his eyes twinkling, obviously pleased by what she had said.
"Very much so. And thank you for bringing the meal."
"You are very welcome," he executed a nimble bow as he pulled the tray out of the room.
When Ramon shut the door behind him, Cathy Hendricks realized that she was alone once more. Her heart sank with desperation over the realization of her plight. The meal and accompanying conversation with Ramon had distracted her for a time concerning the tragic situation with which she was confronted. Now it was once again all too clear to her just where things stood. She had been kidnapped and her current world consisted of one room which, though nicely appointed and comfortable enough on the surface, still could not lose its prison-like dimensions in that she was forced to exist strictly within its confines. To make matters even worse, there was no clock, nor were there any windows, which made her unaware of what time of day it was. Also, she had not received even a fragment of a clue as to why she had been kidnapped, for how long she was intended to be confined in this manner, or, and this was the most chilling unanswered question of all, just what they were ultimately planning on doing with her.
As she reconstructed the events which had taken-place wince her abduction on Caleta Beach, however, she had to concede that there was one possibly favorable element in her favor, and she was planning on playing the possible trump card to the hilt.
Whereas she despised Jose for his arrogant manner, and for the way that he had manhandled her, forcing her to engage in what she considered to be a thoroughly depraved act, she felt a certain empathy toward Ramon who, despite his physically awesome presence, in marked contrast to the smooth outer demeanor of Jose, actually appeared to be a gentle, sensitive soul.
If her survival ultimately came down to how well she played her psychological cards, then perhaps she could capitalize on her association with Ramon. If she could extract information from him little by little, without making it appear that she was pumping him in any way, then maybe she could unlock some secrets to the brutal mystery by which she was being victimized and held captive.
There she was, continuing to lie there in bed totally naked. She wondered if and when she would be given fresh clothes. She thought about her clothes, which had been left behind in her hotel room.
Perhaps that was a plus in her favor, she thought hopefully, relating to the fact that she would be missed in her hotel room, after which the police might be summoned. Maybe they were out looking for her already, she hoped.
The door opened a crack and Ramon peeked inside.
"Excuse me, Senorita Cathy," he began apologetically. "There was something I forgot to tell you."
"Yes, Ramon."
"If you ever wish to take a shower, clean up, or you need to go to the bathroom for any reason, the small door in the corner leads into the bathroom."
"Thank you very much."
Ramon bowed cordially, then shut the door.
In that Cathy was perspiring a good deal from a combination of the unwanted sex in which she had engaged with Jose and the tension she felt as a result of her plight, she desired to take a good long shower, hoping that she would feel better after soaking her body in lukewarm to cool water.
She went into the bathroom and immediately stepped into the shower, adjusting the water so that it was lukewarm in the beginning, achieving the effect of opening up her pores. Despite the troubled state of her mind, the young woman felt a certain measure of relief from the comforting impact of the soothing water.
After she had let the warm water splash against her naked body for a few minutes, she adjusted the shower water so that it became cooler, closing her pores.
She climbed out of the shower after shutting off the water, then took a clean white towel from a nearby rack and dried her body off thoroughly.
Now that she felt a good deal more refreshed, Cathy walked back into the room.
Immediately she was jolted to observe the stunning form of a captivating, dark-haired Mexican girl lying in a state of total nakedness in the far corner of the large bed.
When the beautiful brunette caught her first look of Cathy, who stopped suddenly near the small door leading to the bathroom, she smiled at her.
"Hello, there," the Mexican woman said, speaking in a manner that indicated to Cathy that she was accustomed to speaking English a great deal. "My name is Dolores."
"Hello," a stunned Cathy replied in a low tone.
"Come and sit down, or lie down," Dolores said. "There is plenty of room in this large bed for both of us."
Tentatively, Cathy edged her body over toward the bed, easing her naked form back onto it, but making certain that she occupied the far corner opposite from that on which Dolores was lying.
"I know you're wondering who I am and what I'm doing here," Dolores said. "I can tell from the expression on your face."
"Well, yes, I was thinking that," Cathy acknowledged, "but I shouldn't really be surprised by anything that happens to me anymore. After all, I was kidnapped on a beach and was brought here, and right now I'm being held captive without having any say about what heppens to me. After that I don't suppose I should be surprised by anything."
"You sound bitter, and I don't blame you," Dolores said. "After all, you have been through a lot. But I can tell you from my own knowledge that once you get used to it here it can be wonderful."
"But I'm not thinking about getting used to it," Cathy snapped, her pent-up hostility rising fully to the surface. "I'm not here by my choice and I want out."
"I don't blame you for being angry," Dolores responded calmly. "You have been through a lot and naturally you're confused.'
"Who wouldn't be? I haven't really had very much explained to me, you know."
"Yes. Exactly. I felt the same way just after I got here. You do feel very helpless. All I can say is that things will be revealed to you eventually, after they have gotten to know you."
"You mean you were also kidnapped?"
"Oh, yes," she nodded.
"But I consider myself a captive. You seem to be taking this all very pleasantly."
"Now I am. Yes, it can be very pleasant."
"Am I expected to reach the point where you are right now?" Cathy exclaimed with terror in her voice.
"I don't want to say anything more," Dolores shook her head emphatically. "Perhaps I have toid you too much already. All I can say is that if you don't do anything foolish then I believe that things will work out for you. I am not meaning to sound critical, but you did do one foolish thing with Jose. You shouldn't have bit him. That only made him angry and made things even tougher for you. You must learn to submit. That is one thing that is very important."
Cathy was filled with a new wave of despair and frustration over the knowledge that she was involved in such an intricately constructed network that whatever happened to her was apparently destined to be revealed to everyone. That was the distinct impression she had received from her conversation with Ramon, and this feeling was further confirmed by what the beautiful Dolores was revealing.
Dolores stared in Cathy's direction for several moments, after which she spoke once more.
"I suppose you wonder why I am visiting you right now," she said. "Well, at one time I worked as a masseuse, and I have reason to believe that you could use a relaxing massage right now."
"What makes you say that."
"All the tension you have been through. I am almost certain that your muscles feel at least a little sore."
"Well, yes, they do."
"You see. I know the human body very well and the reactions of people," she nodded knowingly. "My hands are like magic. Or so I have been told. If you will just lie down on your stomach I will begin to demonstrate this to you."
Dolores had a pleasing manner, and the helpful smile which surfaced on her face was convincing Cathy that perhaps it would be a good idea to have her skin massaged. Just as Dolores had knowingly said, she was indeed feeling a certain soreness in her muscles, and an overall tightness which extended throughout her whole body.
"Just lie here and relax. Everything will be fine."
Cathy reflected several moments in silence over Dolores' suggestion, after which she decided to comply with her request and allow her body to be massaged by Dolores' fingers.
Slowly she eased herself onto her stomach, hoping that perhaps Dolores could supply her with the kind of relaxing relief that she badly needed at that moment.
"That's it, now just lie there real still," Dolores said softly. "You've been through a lot, Cathy my dear. I'm aware of that. Right now everything is a question mark to you. So just lie there and everything will be just fine."
As Cathy lay stretched out on her stomach, Dolores reached out and let her strong fingers manipulate in slow, skillful strokes against the small of Cathy's back.
Immediately Cathy let out a sigh, enjoying the impact of Dolores' fingers making steady contact against her back. Dolores felt Cathy's body relax under the influence of the finger contact. The tightness that had previously been there was gradually subsiding.
"That's it," Dolores said in the same softly seductive tone of voice. "I want you to take it nice and easy, my dear. Just let Dolores attend to your needs. I can tell that you're already feeling better, and that's good."
"Yes, I am," Cathy nodded. "Keep it up. I didn't realize just how much I needed something like that until you started."
"Well, I'm planning to give you much more of the same. You need the stimulating relaxation and I'm planning to give it to you."
Her fingers dug in with deeper intensity than before, and eventually the Mexican woman began extending her movements, grinding her fingers up and down the entire surface of Cathy's back.
"How does that feel?" Dolores asked.
"Oh, very good," Cathy nodded. "I'm feeling so much better than I did before. I'm so grateful."
Cathy could see that, for the first time since she had been abducted on the beach by Jose and Ramon, she was beginning to hang loose, her whole body floating as if it were on a cloud. She recalled that she had been feeling that very same way at the time that her captors had grabbed her. She had flown to Acapulco to forget and relax, and just when she had shown signs of succeeding in putting her tragic affair with John Macon behind her and relaxing, her whole world had been shattered anew as she was kidnapped on Caleta Beach and taken to some kind of mountain hideaway, or at least that was what she had been told by Jose.
By now, despite the fact that the central problem of being a captive remained, at least she was in the presence of a very kind of gracious woman who could empathize with her, and who was willing to put her skills to work in getting her to relax.
After running her fingers smoothly up and down the entire surface of Cathy's back for several minutes, Dolores started running her fingers up and down the smooth surface of the blonde woman's thighs and ankles, and immediately Cathy started detecting a positive reaction in that region of her body.
"Let your body hang loose," Dolores whispered.
Slowly but surely Cathy was being lulled ever closer to a state of sleep. Dolores' fingers had succeeded in loosening her up and pushing her into an increasingly restful state.
After Dolores had finished massaging her thighs and ankles, she promptly switched the action to her buttocks, which she also massaged with sure, assertive strokes.
When the Mexican woman stopped massaging Cathy's buttocks, she released her fingers altogether from her body.
"Okay, Cathy my dear, now roll over on your back and I will start massaging the other parts of your body, the parts I could not get to before. Go ahead, my dear."
Cathy remained in a semi-sleep state as she complied with Dolores' wishes without even thinking about the request. All she knew was that the Mexican woman's fingers had served as a restful tonic to her, serving in much the same way as a powerful tranquilizer, and she was eager to receive more of the same kind of treatment.
As soon as Cathy rolled over on her back, Dolores reached out and let her quickly surging fingers make their first assertive contact with the firm and magnificently sculpted flesh of the beautiful blonde woman's breasts.
She gripped her breasts tightly, immediately jarring Cathy, who blinked her eyes and stared up at
Dolores.
"What are you doing?" a startled Cathy asked.
"I'm massaging these lovely breasts," Dolores promptly replied. "They need the same kind of stimulation I gave to the other parts of your body, Cathy. And what a lovely body you've got. I just love rubbing it. And believe me, I can tell the difference between great bodies and the rest of them. My skilled fingers can and so can my eyes. I could see from looking at you that you would be a joy to rub. Oh, yes, you are so very firm. Yes, my fingers respond to every part of this beautiful body."
Cathy was stunned not only over the fact that Dolores was assertively rubbing her breasts, but also because of the way in which she was openly telling her how much she loved her body.
"Oh, I've never touched more exquisite breasts," Dolores asserted emphatically. "Yes. They are like exquisite pieces of ivory. They are so firm, so beautiful!"
Dolores' fingers sank more sharply than before as they plunged against the tight flesh. Cathy had dual emotions rushing through her body. One side of her could not help but positively respond to the brisk strokes being brought to bear against her breasts, while the other part of her felt repulsed over what was happening.
As the frantic finger stroking of her warm white breasts continued, Cathy was being gradually awakened from her semi-dream state and was being confronted with the stark reality that something very strange was taking place.
After sinking her fingers assertively against the whiteness of the young blonde woman's breasts a few more times, Dolores switched her efforts and let her fingers twist and tweak against Cathy's pink nipples.
"What are you doing?" Cathy finally gasped.
"I'm giving you a little relaxation, my dear," Dolores replied. "Oh, this is so good for you. Believe me when I tell you that."
After letting her fingers press and tweak against Cathy's nipples several more times, Dolores abruptly released her fingers and, before Cathy had any chance to react, she dropped her head down between the blonde's breasts.. . .
As an astonished Cathy's eyes widened and her heart began to pound frantically, Dolores' surging tongue began to connect against the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous white breasts, which swayed in instinctive response to what was happening to her.
"Oh, stop, you don't know what you're doing!" Cathy shouted fearfully, stunned by what was happening.
All the while Dolores continued to glide her sharply pistoning tongue between the blonde woman's sharply cascading breasts, and all the while Cathy's head spun frantically in a sea of dizzying confusion. Events were happening much too fast for Cathy, who had never in her entire life encountered anything quite like what was happening to her at the moment as a woman sought to devour her with her pulsating tongue.
"Stop it, please stop it," Cathy began to shriek.
Dolores remained oblivious to it all, letting her hotly slurping tongue thrust several more times against the valley separating Cathy's breasts, after which she then released her tongue with one abrupt act, upon which she let it commence grinding against the stirring breasts themselves as she whipped her tongue frenziedly, maintaining a more rapid pace than she had when her tongue had glided and slid against Cathy's shadowy valley.
"This is crazy, it's nuts!" Cathy shouted with an increasing measure of desperation. "Stop, Dolores, stop right now! Stop right now!"
Despite the shrillness of her tone, Dolores did not stop. She was not about to do anything to diminish the level of pleasure that she was feeling at that moment. In addition, she recognized that Cathy was more fearful than anything else. The shrill pitch of her voice indicated confusion and frustration.
Dolores correctly analyzed that Cathy had never had a sexual encounter with a woman, and she looked forward to welcoming her into the ranks of lesbian lovemaking by asserting her tongue in a convincing fashion, one designed to bring the blonde around, to thoroughly crush any opposition she might otherwise have to such action.
Dolores' tongue continued whipping and stabbing with frenzied delight, grinding sharply against the warmth of Cathy's sharply undulating breasts as the frustrations within her continued compounding.
Yes, Cathy believed that this kind of contact between women was sick and depraved. That was what she had always believed. Yes, she wanted to put an end to this disgusting tongue activity as soon as possible. Yet there was another facet of her that was rising to the surface, and this was what indeed bothered her. Cathy could see that there was a side to her that was reacting with positive delight to what was happening to her. She could feel the prickly waves of titillating sensation reverberating through her entire body as the hotly pistoning tongue of Dolores continued thrusting against her breasts. She tried to tell herself that she was not really enjoying what was happening to her, but her instincts appeared to be believing such a theory.
Dolores whipped her tongue frenziedly several more times against Cathy's breasts, and finally she released her tongue altogether from Cathy's mammary region.
Just as Cathy thought that things were returning to normal, however, Dolores dropped her head down between her legs. The movements were so swift as to once more take Cathy totally by surprise.
As Cathy looked down between her legs she immediately began to feel the impact of Dolores' surging tongue as it worked its way down into the intimate fires of the blonde's searing pink vagina.
"OHHHHH, NO, NO, NO," Cathy shouted. "THIS IS SICK!"
Dolores was not about to be dissuaded by shouts of protest at this juncture, not when she felt such strong waves of surging titillation throughout her entire body. She longed to taste this young woman with the exquisite body, to suck longingly from her seething vaginal tundra, which she was convinced she could propel to blazing levels of searing infatuation.
While the grinding tongue of Dolores danced with spry delight against the sodden warmth of the blonde's steaming feminine cleft, the thoroughly shocked Cathy began to react. She started kicking her legs back and forth, trying to resist the tongue efforts of Dolores.
Instead of fading under the pressure, however, Dolores instead let her fingers clutch tightly against Cathy's legs, using the same sturdy finger pressure she had brought to bear earlier on the young woman's body to thwart her protests.
Cathy winced with pain from the pressure that Dolores' fingers was generating against her struggling legs, and she found out soon enough that all the kicking she was doing was only increasing the pain, and that she was doing nothing more than tiring herself out in the process.
All the while Dolores kept on sinking her tongue with stirring delight against the pinkness of Cathy's vulnerably exposed vaginal passage, and gradually, through the determined force of her efforts, Dolores began to impart waves of flowing sensation into Cathy's body in spite of the fear and distaste in which Cathy held the entire act.
Before long Cathy had ceased protesting, and as Dolores eased the pressure on her legs, the Mexican woman pleasantly discovered that Cathy's legs were beginning to twist and sway in positively response to the thrusting tongue stabs that Dolores continued to determinedly employ against her torrid vaginal passage.
Cathy listened to the loud salacious slurping sounds of the Mexican woman's sharply pistoning tongue as it wiggled and twisted its way inside the searing intimacy of Cathy's nest, and all the while Cathy, in spite of herself, felt the stirring fires of passion continuing to rapidly build within her as she was propelled that much nearer to the state of climax.
Eventually Dolores removed her fingers from Cathy's legs. She let them sweep down toward the twisting flesh of her buttocks, and sharply she let the fingers press against the warmth of the blonde's ivory-toned ass cheeks, which writhed in dramatic response to the well-timed tongue stabs of Dolores.
Now Cathy felt more mixed up inside than ever over all that was happening to her. There was no way that she could fail to recognize what the stirring waves of passionate lust within her signified, but yet she continued to believe that all of this was happening against her own wishes as the driving tongue of Dolores continued to unleash itself against the pink moistness of her pulsating vagina, which was being pushed ever nearer the breaking point, when the juices would spurt from her.
Dolores' stirring fingers continued to roam against the writhing buttocks of Cathy as the young blonde's breath became shorter, coming in loud quick gusts, and before long she was unable to hold back the flood-tide cf orgasmic liquid which was forced to spurt out of her orifice and into the mouth of Dolores.
The aroused Mexican woman tightened her grip against the rapidly twisting buttocks of the beautiful blonde as her hotly suctioning mouth slurped the drops of orgasmic liquid which sprayed from the devastated Cathy's organ.
A few moments later it was all over, and as a now satisfied Dolores removed her tongue from Cathy's slippery vagina she felt a heady after glow as a result of the satisfying sex she had experienced.
"Now that was truly beautiful," Dolores smiled, stretching out next to Cathy on the bed.
Cathy felt humiliated over all that had happened to her. Against her own wishes she had allowed a woman to have sex with her, and, shamefully in her eyes, she had responded enough to where she orgasmed, giving this jaded woman exactly what she had wanted.
The blonde thought back to the episode with Jose, and recollected the measure of shameful frustration she had felt over having given the impression of reacting positively and favorably, even though she was trying to convince herself that she had hated the sex that had been forced on her with unyielding passion.
There was one discernible difference, however, between the sex she had experienced with Jose and that which she had just finished encountering with the incredibly stunning Mexican woman Dolores. In the case of Jose she had not orgasmed, and it was Jose who had exploded his juices, profoundly in fact, into her mouth. With Dolores, like it or not, she had to face the humiliating fact that she had spurted her juices into her mouth. She had been aroused enough to achieve an orgasm as a result of the efforts of a woman.
"You have a body that is incredibly beautiful," Dolores said, staring at Cathy once more with awe. "You can be of great benefit to Mr. Sanchez and his entire operation."
"Just who is this Mr. Sanchez I keep hearing about?" Cathy asked.
Dolores shook a forefinger teasingly at Cathy and smiled.
"You are getting ahead of yourself, my dear," she soothingly reprimanded. "All will be revealed to you in due course, but we cannot ever get ahead of ourselves. It is most important not to be curious to find things out around here. This is what I was told when I arrived here and now I am obliged to pass along the same information to you. There is one warning that I should give you now."
"Yes. What is it?"
"Everything will be fine as long as you don't ever think about trying to make a foolish escape of some kind. You see, Mr. Sanchez is a genius. He thinks of everything. He has the most modern of electronic equipment here."
"Electronic equipment?"
"That is right. There is remote control television in every room, and I can assure you that you are never alone. This is particularly true when there is nobody in the room with you. Mr. Sanchez will make absolutely sure that you are unable to try anything, and he is the wrong person to cross. If, on the other hand, you do not choose to cross him, he can be a very good friend indeed. He will see to it that your every need is taken care of. You will think that you are living the life of a rich woman in one of your American.. . what is it that I am searching for? Yes. In one of your American country clubs. Anyway, I have spoken long enough. I think that maybe you can use some rest. Just take a nap, relax. Do anything you choose. Goodnight for now, my friend, Cathy."
With that, the lovely, elegant Mexican woman rose from the bed and walked calmly out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Once again Cathy found herself alone. Or at least as alone as one ever was around the strange place where she was being confined against her own wishes. Already she had been exposed to involuntary fellatio by Jose and into lesbian sex by Dolores, and she had hardly even been there for that long. She wondered if she was being watched at that moment. More than likely she was. Perhaps one of the men was even jacking off while staring at her naked body. A little while ago such a possibility would have shocked her a great deal, at least to the point where she would promptly put on her bikini. Now it scarcely concerned her at all. She had been seen naked by at least two people, certainly Jose and Dolores, and presumably by everyone else in the house, according to the way that Dolores described the comprehensive surveillance system in effect.
Now that she was alone, at least to the extent that there was nobody else in her room, she once again sank into a pit of gloom. She thought about the world she had left behind in Chicago. Her life in the Windy City, the law office where she worked, her friends and relatives. All that seemed so remotely removed from her at the moment. She wondered if she would ever return to that world again.
There was one glimmer of hope to which she would return whenever she was alone with her thoughts. At the hotel someone was bound to wonder just what had happened to her. She kept returning to that one central thought, which was sustaining her in this moment of great sorrow and depression.
All of a sudden she began feeling very tired. Her eyelids grew heavy. Cathy Hendricks closed her eyes.
A few minutes later she was sound asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Cathy was awakened from a sound sleep by a knock on the door.
She had time to no more than open her eyes before she observed the solid image of Ramon opening the door and entering the room.
"Excuse me, Senorita Cathy," he bowed apologetically, "but I was told to bring you to Senor Sanchez. He wishes to entertain you as his dinner guest in the large dining room."
"When?"
"Right now, Senorita Cathy."
"But that isn't giving me any time at all to get ready. And I have no clothes. Only my bathing suit."
"That is fine. Just put on your bathing suit. Senor Sanchez knows that you have no clothes, Senorita Cathy. Just put on your bathing suit and I will take you to see him."
Cathy nodded. She could see that Senor Sanchez truly seemed to be in command of the entire operation. From what had happened thus far she would have to accord him high marks for intelligence and preparation, since everything seemed so highly organized. Not only that, but she could also see that he appeared to have secured the highest in cooperation and loyalty from those around him. She thought in particular about Dolores, who spoke proudly of the role she played in the network, at least as far as she was permitted to reveal. She got the distinct impression that Dolores was not acting one bit, and that she actually was enjoying her station in this mysterious house, eventually overcoming the fact that she had been kidnapped.
Of course, there was still the one flaw, she thought as she slipped on her bikini while Ramon stood next to the bed watching her dress. There was the chance that suspicion of some kind would be aroused by her not showing up at the hotel.
She finished slipping on the bikini and walked several steps behind Ramon out of the room. It seemed strange indeed meeting the man in charge for the first time wearing nothing but her bikini, particularly when she was about to be his guest at dinner. Then again, she thought some more, from the bizarre pattern that had been unfolding in this peculiar house thus far, it would have been altogether possible for Senor Sanchez to ask her to dinner in a state of total nudity.
At least she felt good about one thing. Cathy was getting a chance to leave the room she had been in ever since she had arrived. As she walked down a long hallway which led to a spiral staircase, which they walked down to the main floor of the house, she began to examine with awe the splendorous wonder of the house. There were antiques and artifacts all over, and by the time that they reached the ground floor and the plushly carpeted living room, she became more impressed than ever. She looked through the spacious living room window and observed the water of Acapulco Bay far below. It was starting to approach sunset. As far as she could determine, unless she had miscalculated tremendously, she had been in this house almost one full day. She had been captured by the two men not long after darkness had fallen one day earlier.
They walked through the den, where Jose was sprawled out on the sofa in the same cutaway khaki shorts watching television. Sitting next to him on the sofa was Dolores, who was now wearing a blouse and shorts. Every now and then Jose would reach over and kiss her, which would cause her to respond with laughter.
"Good evening, Cathy," Dolores said, spotting Cathy as she walked through the room behind Ramon, heading for the dining room and her meeting with Senor Sanchez.
"Cathy, my sweet," Jose immediately threw her a kiss and broke into loud laughter.
"Good evening," Cathy nodded, speaking solemnly.
Several moments later they were standing in the posh dining room, where Senor Sanchez was sitting at one end of a long table. A male servant dressed in black trousers and white waistcoat was refilling his wine glass.
When Senor Sanchez observed Cathy for the first time, he rose slowly from his chair and took her right hand, elegantly kissing it while Ramon went through an unnecessary formal introduction.
"Senor Sanchez, meet Senorita Cathy," he said.
As soon as Senor Sanchez released Cathy's hand he nodded toward Ramon.
"Ramon, my loyal friend and subordinate, you may go now," he said. "Thank you very much." Ramon nodded, bowing, then walking out of the room.
"Please sit down, charming Senorita Cathy," he gestured toward the place that had been set in front of the chair at the opposite end of the long table.
Cathy's immediate response as she sat down in the chair was to be thoroughly disarmed by Senor Sanchez. She had not expected to meet someone so elegant and gracious. The man who had apparently masterminded this whole sinister kidnapping plot was a man of tremendous charm and charisma. He was older than either Jose or Ramon, a slender, handsome man with a neatly trimmed mustache, classically sculpted cheekbones, dark expressive eyes and black hair that was slightly gray at the temples, enhancing his dignified air as a result.
The servant who had refilled Sanchez' wineglass reappeared, filling the previously empty wineglass in front of her. When the servant finished filling her glass, Senor Sanchez called out a message to him crisply in Spanish.
"St", Senor Sanchez," the servant bowed, the only part of the message that Cathy could comprehend.
Moments later the servant appeared again. Cathy's heart sank as she observed him holding her luggage.
"I just wanted to assure you, lovely senorita, that we have your belongings," Senor Sanchez smiled. "Now you will have your clothes to wear and even the books you brought along to read. I will have Miguel put your things in your room right now."
As she continued to sit in stunned silence, Senor Sanchez conveyed a message to Miguel, who bowed and left the room.
It thoroughly demoralized Cathy to see that Senor Sanchez always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone else, including her, when it came to meticulous planning.
"Sip your wine, my dear," he told her soothingly.
As she forced the glass to her lips and took her first sip, the smiling Senor Sanchez began to speak.
"I am certain that you are wondering just how I managed to come into possession of your things. Isn't that so?"
"Yes. As a matter-of-fact it is. You seem to be able to do everything, including read minds," the words came out more candidly than Cathy had intended.
"You flatter me, lovely senorita," her host and captor chuckled. "Actually I did not have to read your mind in this instance. It was obvious from the expression on your face, which gave away your inner feelings, that you were wondering just how I managed to secure your belongings. Well, I will tell you."
"I can't help but wonder about a lot of things around here," Cathy exclaimed, giving vent to her frustration by hurling some terse barbs at the elegant Senor Sanchez.
"I am sure, young lady, very sure. But you are used to being around clever people. After all, you are a legal secretary in Chicago. For a very fine firm at that."
"Don't tell me you know my employers."
"No. Nothing like that," Senor Sanchez laughed. "I just had you checked out thoroughly. I have contacts throughout the world so I can tell immediately about a person. Rest assured of that."
"I would be the last person to shed any doubt on your abilities after what I have seen," she said with a measure of gloom.
"Don't be so sad," he reprimanded her soothingly after taking a sip from his glass. "But I was about to tell you how we got your things. What I did was to send Jose to the hotel where you were staying, the Imperial, with cash to take care of the next two days. That was all we needed to pay for in that they had someone to take the room after that. That meant that there were no problems."
"But didn't they ask some questions at the hotel?"
"Oh, yes, but we took care of that," Senor Sanchez smiled. "You see. Jose said that he was an employee of another hotel, and the person working at the desk at the Imperial verified by calling the other hotel. We have a contact there, a very old and loyal friend, and he covered for us completely. So there were no dangling ends left at the Imperial Hotel. My friend will also take care of things if anyone should attempt to reach you at the other hotel. There is a girl we know who does perfect imitations. All she needs to do is hear the person's voice. We recorded some of your conversations in your room and she will be able to imitate you perfectly. We have made all kinds of calculations in advance to cover every contingency from short to long range."
"But what if somebody should come here to visit me?"
Senor Sanchez' hands made an expansive gesture.
"They would be told at the hotel where we have our contact that you had checked out a day or two earlier and that we have no knowledge of where you might have gone," he related.
"You were right. You have thought about every contingency. Or any that I could conceive of. You are clever, Senor Sanchez. Fiendishly clever."
Sanchez burst into loud laughter.
"Perhaps I should feel insulted by your last comment, but I assure you that I am not. I understand your wrath. There are still so many unanswered questions and you think that I'm a terrible person. This is all very understandable. The funny thing is that, no matter how hard you try to sound nasty, you come across as extremely charming. Now, my dear, we will have dinner."
Sanchez called out in a crisp voice to Miguel, who materialized moments later along with a female servant, a white-haired, graciously smiling Mexican woman. Together they served a sumptuous three course dinner. Cathy had to admit that the food was some of the most delicious that she ever tasted.
Once that they had finished the dinner plus an after dinner drink, Senor Sanchez rose slowly from the table patting his stomach to indicate the satisfaction he felt.
"That lobster was fixed to perfection," he smiled. "Don't you agree, my dear."
"Yes. It was delicious."
"I also thought that the Caesar salad was superb. I presume you feel the same way."
"Yes I do."
"Very good. Then come with me, beautiful Senorita Cathy. We will have an opportunity to get acquainted further."
She got up and followed him out of the sumptuous dining room. As they walked past the den she observed that the television set was no longer on.
Jose and Dolores had found more direct means of amusing themselves. Jose was sprawled out naked on the sofa, legs extended. The equally naked Dolores was on her knees on the carpet, her fingers clutching at the lust-bloated testicles of Jose as her tongue slid up and down against the turgid length of his electrified cock.
Cathy turned her head away, preferring not to watch what she considered to be a disgusting spectacle, but Senor Sanchez stopped suddenly in his tracks, observing the action with a smile and looking at Cathy.
"Take a look," he grinned. "That Jose can never get enough head. You don't have to look so embarrassed. For a very beautiful girl I get the feeling you are very inexperienced in the ways of the world. I watched the sex you had with Jose on the television in my office. It really got me excited. This is exciting as well. Let us watch them finish this. Just look at Dolores. She puts so much passion into what she is doing. Just look at the way her head bobs up and down as she sucks Jose's cock. She has become such a passionate girl. Yes, at first she was a little awkward about performing, even though she gave every indication of having many more experiences than you. But now she has learned to thoroughly enjoy it, as you can tell."
Cathy watched as Jose's legs trembled. He heaved sigh upon sigh, an ecstatic smile playing all the while on his lips as the beautiful and uninhibited Dolores ground her tongue with lascivious anxiety up and down the entire length of his aroused man meat.
"Dolores, my darling," he gasped. "Let's make this a very good one for our distinguished friends who are watching. Show the lovely Cathy just how an uninhibited woman goes about sucking a man to a delirious climax. Yes, my darling. Keep your tongue grinding. Drive it up and down my cock."
Jose's whole body began rocking rhythmically, swaying back and forth as he continued to lie sprawled out on top of the sofa, all the while receiving the thrusting tongue stabs of Dolores.
As the astute Dolores began realizing just how close her lover was to the pinnacle of orgasm, she decided to supply him with additional thrills as her fingers astutely tugged against the resilient flesh of his testicles. All the while he was being propelled ever closer to the ecstatic moment when the stirring white juices would explode with torpedo-like impact from the torrid tip of his organ and into Dolores' mouth.
Her burning, impassioned tongue swooped up and down against his rock hard member several more times with rapidly pistoning impact as he came even closer to the soaring moment of truth when the stirring white juices would spill from the end of his stiff organ.
"Get it off, get it off," Jose gasped. "Drive those juices out of my prick. Yes, my darling. Suck me off. Oh, yes, Dolores, really drive your tongue."
Jose reached down and let his trembling fingers slide down the small of his lover's back as he was propelled ever nearer to the thundering moment of triumphant completion.
"Oh, I'm so close, so very close," he gasped, his tone becoming more desperate and his body rocking with greater frenzy. "Get it all, my beautiful darling. It's all gonna spill out of me. Oh, I love it, I really love it."
Her fingers cradled his bloated testicles as her surging tongue drove with soaring dynamism up and down against the fervent tool of Jose, and finally he could no longer hold back the stirring juices that inevitably had to gush from the end of his tormented tool.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH, SSSSUUUUCCCCKKKK!" he gasped. "SUCK, SUCK, SUCK, MY DEAR!"
His fingers clutched tightly against the small of her back as he cushioned himself for the deluge that was ready to take place. The spurting juices began to spray from the end of his fluid-filled pole, engulfing the mouth of Dolores.
"Oh, how exquisite," Senor Sanchez smiled, looking over at Cathy momentarily and winking. "This is so wonderful. Just look at Dolores, Senorita Cathy. There is a woman who genuinely appreciates passion. Just look at the way she guides her tongue. Even though she is eager to devour every drop of Jose's sperm she knows better than to rush things. If she becomes panicky then she will lose some of the precious juice, which she does not want to do. You see, in this household we look upon lovemaking in an idealized way. Oh, yes, this is so wonderful, just look at the way that her tongue is going after every drop of Jose's juice."
The stirring liquid continued to bolt from the seething tip of Jose's electrified cock as he heaved a fresh gasp and watched the thick white liquid disappear down the throat of his hotly slurping lover, who was seeking to enjoy every precious moment of the act.
"OOOOOHHHHH, GET IT ALL!" he exclaimed passionately.
A few strokes later Dolores gulped down the last few drops of cock juice from her lover's penis. After that he promptly withdrew his penis from her mouth.
"Bravo, what an act of inspiring beauty!" Senor Sanchez smiled graciously at Dolores and Jose.
"Glad you appreciated it," Jose smiled.
"I always appreciate highly erotic sex, Jose. You know that."
"Indeed I do, Senor Sanchez."
"That was a most pleasurable diversion, my dear," Sanchez patted Cathy's shoulder. "Now come with me."
She followed Senor Sanchez past the living room and down a hallway. Finally he opened a door and graciously gestured for her to enter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The moment that Cathy stepped into Sanchez' bedroom, the slender, elegant man turned into a sexual tiger.
"I became so aroused today when I watched you have sex first with Jose and later with Dolores," he gasped, closing the door behind him and flicking on a light, which illuminated only partially a portion of the area adjacent to the huge bed in the center of the room. "Yes, I could not suppress the urge to reach down and unzip my trousers. I jerked on my cock like a mad fiend for awhile, but I finally was able to summon enough willpower to remove my fingers from it. I was planning to save my passions for my first meeting with you, when I would be able to welcome you, as head of this humble little household, in as grand a fashion as I could muster. Yes, my darling, I fully intend to provide you with the ultimate in passion. The very ultimate. What a truly beautiful woman you are."
While Cathy stood in a darkened corner of the large room, trembling with uncertainty, the thoroughly aroused Sanchez reached down and swiftly unzipped his trousers. She listened to the loud panting sounds emanating from him, indicating that he was indeed steamed up and ready for immediate action.
"Yes, I was so excited with the vivid memories of those beautiful interludes with Jose and Dolores, but I managed to contain myself," he exclaimed. "Then I saw that absolutely captivating scene between Dolores and Jose. My cock was standing on end. Indeed. That got me stimulated even more. Now it is time for us to truly enjoy ourselves, to let ourselves go."
His fingers pumped up and down several times against the searing rigidity of his inflamed cock flesh. All the while he continued looking forward with great anticipation to some stirring sex action with the beautiful blonde.
He removed his fingers from his stiffly erect cock a few moments later. Sanchez moved his body abruptly toward Cathy. He let his arms encircle her body, and his lips reached out with passionate intensity while he pushed his chest sharply against the firmly resolute breasts of Cathy. Even though he was wearing a shirt and she had on her bikini top, the friction was sufficient enough to send chills of shivering excitement up and down his body, increasing the intense flow of lustful passion that was driving him furiously onward.
While Sanchez' arms were locked solidly around the waist of Cathy, he pushed his pistoning tongue rapidly forward, allowing it to surge with swift assertiveness as it worked its way inside the mouth of a highly reluctant Cathy.
Once again Cathy felt like a woman being abused, in short like a whore. Nobody ever asked her permission for anything around this bizarre house where she was being held captive. First it was Jose, then Dolores, and now Sanchez, the master of the household himself, who was taking charge of things, doing precisely what he wished to do, never asking her what she thought about any of it.
She tried to withdraw from the kiss, her whole body tightening as she made a frantic attempt to pull her head back and release her captive tongue from Sanchez' mouth.
The heavily panting Sanchez was not about to be denied, however, as his hotly intruding tongue worked its way against hers over and over while the tempest continued building throughout his body, his cock becoming as stiff as concrete.
When Sanchez finally released his tongue from the shapely blonde's mouth, he tightened his grip around her waist and pushed her body downward on top of the bed. He landed on top of the blonde beauty with a loud thud, and as he did the panting Sanchez decided that it was time to remove her bikini.
His nervously quivering fingers reached up and went to work with spry anxiety against her bikini top. Sanchez pulled and tugged until he removed her bikini top, and all the while Cathy's head swirled in a spinning sea of confusion. She bitterly resented what was happening to her but was powerless to control the inexorable floodtide of events from taking place.
"Oh, stop, stop," she lamented, but to no avail. "You're acting like some kind of wild animal. Don't do this to me. Please don't. Oh, you're gonna tear my bikini."
"If I happen to tear your bikini I will buy you a new one," he told her emphatically. "Oh, you have me so excited. What a body. No wonder Jose and Dolores went so wild over you. No small wonder. What a superb specimen of womanhood."
Finally he finished prying off her bikini, tossing it restlessly to the floor. His fingers then reached down and began to nervously tug at her bikini bottom.
"Oh, I'll be seeing all of you," he rejoiced. "That will be so wonderful. I want to see you totally naked. That will be so delightful. You in all your luscious nudity."
He pulled sharply, watching the skimpy material slide down the smooth, trim legs of the struggling beauty, whose legs kicked deliriously in an unsuccessful attempt to free herself from Sanchez' clutches.
Now she was finding out what it was like to be confronted by the panting, animalistic head of the operation. She wondered if perhaps this was the reason why she had been brought here, to serve as the personal love slave of Senor Sanchez. Maybe the earlier interludes were no more than a brief testing process, and that now she would remain the possession of the suave and handsome Sanchez, who now panted and gasped like a hound dog in heat at the prospect of seeing her devoid of any and all clothing.
He finally finished prying her bikini bottom off of her, and as he did he reached out and let his fingers clutch with great tightness against the warmth of her buttocks flesh.
"What an exquisite ass," Sanchez cried out triumphantly. "What a woman! Jose was raving about this lovely behind, and he certainly knew what he was talking about! You are absolutely beautiful, my dear. Oh, do I love letting my fingers clutch at your ass."
His fingers pushed with surging rigidity against the creamy warmth of her flailing ass globes. He alternately pinched and squeezed at the flesh, a twinkle of merriment in his eyes reminiscent of a young boy playing with a new toy.
"What an ass, what a glorious ass," he gasped.
After letting his fingers squeeze tightly against the twisting warmth of her ass cheeks for a few moments longer, he released his fingers from her buttocks as quickly as he had initially made a grab for the lovely globes of flesh.
While the still stunned young woman watched, lying flat on her back in the middle of Senor Sanchez' huge bed, he jumped up spryly from the bed and immediately began removing his clothes.
His fingers became a blur of unceasing activity as Sanchez, still loudly panting, pulled his trousers down and off of him, after which he then made a grab for his white jockey shorts, which he slipped down his legs and off of him.
Sanchez removed his shirt last, throwing it recklessly to the ground. In that he was wearing no T-shirt or undershirt there was nothing more for him to remove. His body surged forward once more and he landed on the bed with a lurid plop, set to take charge of events with dynamic thoroughness with this stunning young woman.
His fingers reached out and immediately made contact with the firm warmth of her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the warmth of Cathy's flesh, enjoying every stirring measure of the vigorous finger contact as she laid back and tolerated these brisk intrusions, realizing that she was truly powerless to prevent this hotly aroused male from doing precisely what he desired.
"Oh, this is so good," he panted. "I love every bit of this wild and wonderful action. Oh, what glorious breasts! They are absolutely glorious! This is so good!"
His fingers pushed briskly against the solid flesh for a few more moments. As he withdrew them, he let them reach down and make a quick grab for the warmth of her gyrating buttocks.
"Oh, the glorious ass cheeks, they are so magnificent," he loudly and passionately exclaimed. "I am enchanted by every part of this absolutely glorious body."
When he got through making finger contact with her buttocks, he let his fingers reach out and make a grab for her legs. He parted her thighs, staring down between her legs to her vulnerably exposed vagina. His eyes twinkled with lascivious anticipation over the prospect of making immediate contact with this ravishing creature.
"Now you're going to be mine, all mine," he announced. "What a body!"
"Oh, please, do you have to do this?" she decided to protest.
"Of course. And why not?"
"This is awful. I'm being forced to do this. I hardly even know you. I'm no tramp, believe me I'm not, but I've certainly been treated like one since I've come here. You people just all believe in taking what you feel is yours. This is horrible."
"Stop complaining, my sweet," he laughed. "You don't need to worry about anything. You have been living such a sheltered life. What a pity for such a gorgeous woman. We're going to show you all the pleasures in life that you have been missing, and perhaps in the beginning it is necessary to coaxe you along a little, but it is all in a good cause. I can assure you of that."
His fingers clutched fervently at the succulence of her warmly delicious white thighs. He pushed his stiff penis assertively forward, his eyes making contact all the while with his target, her appetizing vagina.
"Oh, here I go," he gasped.
His stiff organ cut into her with knife-like impact as he thrust it for the first time inside her vagina, his hips and buttocks rhythmically twisting as his spearing manmeat ground into her.
"Oh, so nice, so tight," he swooned.
"Oh stop, you're making me feel like a whore."
"My dear, you're going to have to stop this ridiculous guilt trip. It's absolutely absurd. You'll learn in time just how silly you are being at the moment. Believe me you will."
His stirring cock kept slamming into her as he found himself being carried along in a wild sensual rage, and all the while, as he kept drilling her with his assertive cock, he propelled himself that much nearer to an ecstatic climax.
With dramatic assertiveness he kept gasping and sighing, driving his solid organ into her, his fingers reaching out and delivering an occasional slap to her buttocks as he pushed that much nearer to the moment of completion, when the fiery drops of impassioned sperm would explode from the end of his skewering pole.
The hammering organ kept on driving with bold conviction as he pushed himself ever nearer to the dramatic moment when the juices would soar from the end of his cock.
His fingers began slapping at her writhing ass cheeks more frequently and sharply than before as his inflamed man meat kept working its way inside the intimacy of her vagina.
"Oh, I'm getting closer, so much closer," he declared. The stuff is just gonna spill out of me. It makes me feel so good."
Even though the act had begun with the blonde woman being totally opposed to everything that was taking place, as time elapsed she found herself actually lunging forward against her own inner wishes, her instincts taking control of her, as she shoved herself toward the searing forward thrusts of her lover's cock.
She could see that Sanchez was a take-charge man from start to finish, and just as he left no stones unturned when it came to his plans for successfully capturing her and holding on to her without any problems ensuing, so was he putting every burning ounce of passion into every jolting thrust of his fiery, blue-veined phallus as he pushed himself ever closer to the moment of climax, when the thundering juice would explode from his penis.
"Oh, I'm so close now," he gasped. "What a pussy. Oh, honey, you're so very tight, so deliciously tight. I just love this. I love plunging my cock into you. What a feeling!"
His stiffly cannonading pole slammed against the tightly spasming depths of Cathy's vagina as he pushed ever nearer to orgasm. He reached out and let his fingers pinch tightly against the warmth of her hotly spasming ass cheeks as he let out a prolonged sigh:
"OOOOOHHHHHHHH, I'M THEEERRRREEEEE!"
The splashing drops of his thick white juice bolted thunderously from the fiery tip of Sanchez' exploding penis, and as it did his body quivered with delirious ecstasy as the moment which he had so long anticipated was now here.
This marked the culmination, something that had been building within him from the very moment that he first laid eyes on Cathy as he watched Jose and Dolores engage in sex with her, and as he watched her shower in the bathroom, all with his convenient television equipment which monitored all activity that took place in Cathy's room, or at least any and all activity that he cared to observe.
Now the juices were exploding, and his fingers clung tightly to the warmth of her buttocks as he moved that much closer to the end of the act.
Finally he removed his now satisfied cock from her vagina, and as he did he patted her on top of the head affectionately.
"That is what I call a glorious screw," he told her. "Now that it's all over, how do you feel?"
"Kind of numb," she replied weakly.
"Is that all you can say?" he inquired laughingly.
"For the moment, at any rate."
"You just have to grow accustomed to all of this," he smiled understandingly. "But I am certainly confident that in time you will learn to adjust. Quite definitely."
She said nothing.
Sanchez smiled at her, running his fingers affectionately over her face.
"From now on you can call me Luis. In fact I want you to. Do you understand, my sweet?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now I will buzz Ramon on the intercom and have him take you back to your room."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The full impact of all that had happened to her did not hit Cathy squarely until she returned to her room.
Since she had been in the presence of Senor Luis Sanchez at the time and so much had been occurring, there was not sufficient time for her to reflect on the fact that the astute Sanchez had taken care of any problem that might have otherwise resulted by her not reappearing at her hotel. She had been hoping that such would lead to an investigation, but Sanchez had apparently squelched such a possibility before it could ever develop. She could not help but be reminded of that by the fact that her luggage was now sitting in a corner of the room next to a chair.
Something else also bothered her. Sanchez apparently had a strong voyeur's streak, as evidenced by enthusiasm and enjoyment he received from watching Dolores perform on Jose, and he had conceded that he had been watching her a good deal in his television monitor, having seen her in action with both Jose and Dolores. She could see that very little if anything that she would do would escape detection. That meant that she could not follow her plan of trying to systematically pump Ramon for whatever information she could receive. Of course, from the way that everything and everyone seemed to be systematically programmed, she could not help but recognize that he probably never would have given anything of significance away anyway.
It had been definitely established that Senor Luis Sanchez was looked up to as a figure of great reverence, and that everyone working for him in this bizarre compound was intensely devoted to him.
Her head was spinning in such disarray that she knew she could not sleep, despite the fact that the sex with Sanchez had left her in a tired state. She decided to pick up a book and read as a means of freeing her thoughts at least temporarily from their troubled state and eventually reaching the point where she could turn in and get some needed sleep.
As she started reading the same book to which she had been devoting her attention before this ordeal began, she was once more filled with a sense of gloom. She remembered reading the book in her hotel room under such vastly different circumstances. The problems she had faced then, which she had considered so massive, now seemed to pale into insignificance. The blonde beauty was worried about making the transition back to the ranks of a contented happy person following her break-up with John Macon. Now, in retrospect, everything was so relatively simple then. At the moment she was being held captive for a reason or reasons of which she was not able to comprehend, and matters were further compounded by the presence of the brilliant Luis Sanchez, who seemed to leave nothing to the fates. Not only was she abducted against her wishes, she thought despondently, but the whole thing had to be carried out by as clever and calculating a man as she had ever encountered.
The one possible plus to be derived from the string of unfolding events is that Luis Sanchez was apparently enamored with her. Even though she had disliked the way that he had forced himself upon her, she decided that it was better to have the ruling emperor of the household enamored with her rather than otherwise.
These and other thoughts continued to plague the beautiful blonde woman for the next few minutes, practically eliminating the concentration necessary to read and defeating the purpose for attempting to do so in the first place. Nothing at the moment was apparently going to relieve her troubled mind from the spinning flow of events.
Finally, in spite of her confusion and frustration, she was able to get to sleep, and when sleep came it was long and sound.
In the course of the next few days Cathy became further acclimated to her surroundings. Jose picked her up in her room the following morning after her sex excursion with Luis Sanchez and took her to Sanchez' private office, where the head of the operation cheerfully took her on a tour of the house and the spacious grounds.
The backyard was exceedingly spacious, holding an Olympic-sized swimming pool and some white cabanas. There was a large wall that assured privacy while enabling the premises to be shut off from the outside world.
She could see that Luis Sanchez was exceptionally proud of his lovely estate in that his eyes would light up in a smile as he showed her the premises.
The next day after being shown the premises for the first time, Dolores showed up in her room not long after Cathy had just finished consuming a large breakfast. Dolores was totally naked.
"C'mon with me, Senorita Cathy," Dolores said. "Senor Sanchez would like you to get a suntan outside at the pool. You can also swim if you desire."
"Fine. Give me time to change into my bathing suit," Cathy replied. At the moment she was attired in blouse and slacks.
"Oh, no," Dolores shook her head. "Take off everything, my dear. We are to bathe in the nude."
"You mean that Senor Sanchez' rule extends to sunbathing as well?" she replied irritably.
"He would like for all of the girls to get an even tan," she explained. "As you will notice, I am tanned evenly."
"Yes, you are."
"Well, I can tell you that Senor Sanchez is very concerned about the girls all looking like a sun goddess. He says that that is what is expected in Acapulco with our bright sunshine."
"He insists on uniform tans from the girls because of the fact that Acapulco has a good deal of sunshine?" she looked at the beautiful Mexican woman incredulously.
"That is only a part of his thinking," Dolores explained further. "There is more. But it remains for him to explain it. It will be revealed to you in time."
"It isn't the first time I've heard that," Cathy nodded.
"I know," Dolores laughed sympathetically. "I was always hearing the same thing myself just after I arrived here. But in time I was satisfied. My curiosity was put to rest."
Cathy promptly removed her clothes. All the while
Dolores watched approvingly, her eyes sparkling as she took in the captivating beauty of Cathy's nudity.
"You are a lovely specimen of womanhood," Dolores told her. "You are incredibly stunning. Absolutely beautiful. Your body is absolutely perfect. There are no flaws."
"You are so sweet. Thank you, Dolores," she replied.
At one time Cathy would have been upset over another woman, even somebody of Dolores' beauty, gushing over her in such a manner, but now she could not help but feel a swelling measure of pride sweep through her body. It was making"her feel good to hear this lovely Mexican woman heap such compliments on her. Just being around the atmosphere of Senor Sanchez' peculiar state was making her body-conscious as well and, as much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to look admiringly at the lovely Dolores, and she could not help but inwardly chastise herself at the same time for what she was doing. It bothered her to think of herself as becoming jaded, but the longer she remained in this tropical setting, where everyone was seemingly preoccupied over matters of the flesh, a tropical setting apparently removed from the rest of mankind, the easier she was finding it to fall into the pattern of thinking in that manner.
They walked into the backyard and began lounging at poolside in light blue, comfortable lounging chairs. After they had been lying there for a few minutes the servant Miguel approached. At first Cathy felt self-conscious over revealing herself in the nude to him for the first time, but she noticed that his nonchalant expression was not changing in the slightest, and soon enough her embarrassment vanished.
"Would either of you ladies care for anything to drink?" he asked.
"I think I'd like a beer, but hold off for a few minutes," Dolores immediately responded. "I'm going for a swim first, Miguel dear. How about you, Cathy dear?"
"Maybe I could use a Coke."
"Fine, Senorita Cathy," he bowed courteously.
Cathy lay stretched out on the lounging chair as Dolores excused herself. In a matter of moments Cathy was watching Dolores skillfully maneuver her stunning form through the clear blue waters of the Olympic-sized swimming pool as she promptly executed several laps.
Miguel quickly served Cathy her Coke, which she sipped while she watched Dolores swim.
While Dolores was getting her exercise, Cathy observed a tanned young woman with light brown hair and a magnificent body which was evenly tanned to a coppery glow come walking with nonchalant grace out of the house and into the backyard.
As she moved into closer range, she waved at Dolores, who promptly waved back, then walked up to Cathy and smiled, pulling a lounging chair up next to her and sitting down.
"Hi there, you must be Cathy," she bubbled, smiling broadly as she eased her perfectly proportioned body into the chair.
Immediately Cathy was intrigued. This was an American young woman, the first American she had encountered since arriving at the estate of Luis Sanchez.
"Yes, that's right," Cathy nodded.
"I've been hearing about you from both Senor Sanchez and Dolores. They both feel that you'll fit in here very well, even though you're a little timid and uptight right now. Senor Sanchez said that you're a little too much of a prude, but that that will change."
"Really. What else did he say?"
"That's about it," the beautiful American girl smiled. "By the way, my name's Mary."
"How do you do, Mary. You know, I've never heard one person except for Senor Luis Sanchez ever mention a last name since I've been here."
"That's done by design," she smiled. "We're all supposed to drop our last names in time and just blend in. You're probably wondering a lot of things right now, and probably thinking that we're all very crazy. I know I was thinking those things right after I got here. But in time it all seemed to make sense to me, particularly after things were explained to me, and you'll get clued in a little bit at a time. Senor Sanchez has a prescribed way of doing things."
"That I have noticed. May I ask you how you arrived here without forcing you to give away any secrets?"
"Certainly. I came here from Los Angeles. I was fresh from a divorce from a small-time movie director who was a prize heel. He convinced me into thinking he was bigger than he actually was and I figured he could make me into a star. All he ever did was exploit my body both on and off the screen."
"He did?"
"Absolutely. I wanted to develop my acting talents, but he never gave me the chance. The only stuff he could ever get to work on was second rate films where my body would be exposed. And when he wasn't laying me, and he did that often, he was coaxing me into letting myself get shopped around to some of the bigger producers, figuring that he could make deals so he could land some top directing assignments."
"Did it work?"
"Hell no. I got laid plenty of times, but these guys would never give him any jobs. They'd think about it, then after they'd seen some of his previous work they'd tell him that he didn't have any talent. Some of them felt guilty over laying his wife and not giving anything in return so they'd pay him money. It came in handy to live on. At any rate I finally got sick of it and got a divorce. When it was final I thought I'd come to Acapulco to forget."
"I see."
"Then it happened," her eyes twinkled merrily. "I was on Caleta Beach a couple of days after I got here and I met Jose. He was so handsome elegant and I was ready for an affair with a nice hot Latin I figured I could relate to."
"So what finally happened?" Cathy asked as she took one final sip from her Coke.
"He seduced me right there on an isolated strip of beach. It was already pretty well along into the evening and he had gotten me pretty well soused on tequila. So he pulled off my bikini right there on the beach. Oh, I wrestled around in the sand and told him he was being crazy doing what he was."
"But I get the feeling you weren't against it at all."
"You bet I wasn't," she chuckled. "I was just going through the pretenses of opposition. When he got my bathing suit off he proved to me just how good a cocksman he was. He'd slam that sturdy peter of his deep inside my pussy, and I'd tighten the muscles to give him the tightest possible access. He kept yelling and panting about how much he loved the way that I was wiggling my ass, and I've got to admit that I do know how to wiggle it. It's a great looking ass and I know that one of the best ways to tempt the men is by wiggling it just the right way. Well, you'll see what I mean in time. So my dear lover Jose kept on ramming that stiff pecker of his into me until finally he couldn't take it anymore. The thundering juices started to pour like fire from the end of his stiff pole, and as the hot white stuff was spraying like volcanic lava his whole body shook and he let out loud sighs. It was absolutely beautiful."
"So what happened after that?"
"After that it all became kind of blurry. Finally I was knocked out. Jose put something into the tequila. All of a sudden I woke up not in my hotel room, but here."
"I also got kidnapped on the beach. By Jose and Ramon. They threw a handkerchief over my mouth and that was it. They must have chloroformed it."
"Well, I squawked a lot at first, and I called Jose every name I could think of for doing that to me, but Senor Sanchez finally calmed me down. He asked me what I had to look forward to back in Los Angeles. I told him not a damned thing. He said I oughta stay here and just consider it one big vacation. He said every need or luxury I could ever really want would be taken care of."
"So is that what happened?"
"Oh, yes. Definitely," she smiled.
Dolores made her exit from the pool at that point. She dried herself off thoroughly with a white towel, then eased her body downward onto her lounging chair.
"I'm glad to see you girls are getting acquainted," Dolores said to both girls.
"Yes. Cathy's a nice gal. I think before long she's gonna be one of us. The fears will all be gone."
"I think so, too," Dolores nodded.
Mary suddenly shifted her attention toward the house. She waved and smiled. Cathy and Dolores turned, observing Senor Sanchez strolling toward them. He was naked, sporting the same kind of even tan that he required of the girls.
"Good afternoon, lovely ladies," he bowed.
"Hello," they said.
Cathy watched curiously as Senor Sanchez picked up padding from two of the lounging chairs, holding one set of padding in each hand. He walked over toward an area of concrete not far from where the women were stretched out and set down the lounging pads, one next to the other. He then sprawled out on the padding, extending his legs as he sat on his haunches, ultimately reaching out and grabbing hold of his long, hard cock. He looked over at Mary and smiled as she nodded knowingly, watching with approval as his fingers worked up and down against the bulging length of his steaming pole.
"Well, if you girls will excuse me," Mary abruptly rose from her lounging chair.
"Have a good time, dear," Dolores grinned.
"Oh, I will. Nice meeting you, Cathy."
"Yeah. Same here," Cathy replied.
Cathy watched the naked, confident brown-haired beauty stroll over toward where Senor Sanchez was assertively grinding his fingers up and down along the full length of his hard, aroused man meat. Cathy could not help but notice the suggestive manner in which the young woman's coppery-toned, magnificently rounded, firm ass cheeks swayed with pendulous lasciviousness as she moved closer to Sanchez.
"Mary really has the equipment," Dolores said with admiration. "I also enjoy rubbing her down, just as I enjoy it with you."
"I figured you would."
"Yes. I guess you can tell just how firm she is."
"She does have a beautiful body," Cathy exclaimed, surprising herself over the candid manner in which she had made her disclosure.
"Very much so. And she is very passionate. Just watch. Senor Sanchez is very happy. You can see it all over his face. He is looking forward with such great anxiety to having sex with Mary today. He told me this morning that he could hardly sleep last night just thinking about it. With his opportunities you might not think that he would get that excited about it, but he lives for this kind of contact. And Mary is so passionate that he takes a keen interest in every sex bout that he has with her. She is so beautiful and so uninhibited. Of course, she had had sex with a few women in Hollywood before she came here, so it was very easy for her to get excited in my presence. We turned on each other very quickly and it was all uphill after that."
"Do you have sex with her often?" Cathy asked, conjuring up images in her mind of the two tanned, beautiful bodies panting and rolling around on a bed, their tongues busily at work. She tried to tell herself that she was not getting excited just imagining such an event, although she realized down deep that she was.
"As often as I can," Dolores laughed. "When we get started we wind up doing everything, enjoying every delicious type of bodily contact that two women can encounter and enjoy. It is truly an exalting experience, just as it was with you when we had sex."
The conversation between Dolores and Cathy abruptly terminated at that point as the action grew hot and heavy between Luis Sanchez and Mary a few feet away.
Mary sprawled out on the padding, and immediately Sanchez removed his fingers from his rock hard cock. He threw his arms around Mary and immediately forced his hungry, slightly quivering tongue inside the mouth of the shapely brunette.
Tongue spiritedly clashed with tongue as the sensual pyrotechnics were underway like a fleeting streak of light across a cloudless sky. Cathy could hear the loud panting sounds emanating from the aroused lovers as tongue fervently connected with tongue, and while Sanchez thoroughly enjoyed the devastating tongue contact he reached down and let his fingers go to work with assertive determination against the pendulously swaying breasts of the shapely woman.
The faster that he spiritedly manipulated his tongue inside the mouth of Mary, the more sharply that his superbly connecting fingers ground against the succulent warmth of her coppery, succulent breasts.
Finally Sanchez removed his tongue from the brown-haired woman's mouth and his fingers from her firm, ripe breasts. He sprawled out suddenly on his back and pointed downward immediately to his rock hard organ.
All he had to do was gesture. The skilled fingers of Mary took over after that, reaching down and gliding with solid assertiveness as they propelled with frenzied desire up and down the full length of his lust-bloated tool.
Soon Sanchez' entire body began to glisten with a fine sheen of perspiration as he lay pantingly under the warm Acapulco sun, and as his beautiful, uninhibited lover kept grinding her fingers with assertive conviction against the full length of his steaming shaft, he reached down with his trembling fingers and let them grip tightly against the swaying buttocks of the stunning Mary.
Cathy found herself involuntarily squirming in her lounging chair as her eyes remained focused on the hotly spasming buttocks of the stunning Mary, whose perfectly proportioned ass cheeks manipulated back and forth in perfect symmetry.
"Look at that ass," Dolores exclaimed with open admiration. "Here is a young lady who has been given a perfect piece of equipment by nature, and she knows just how to put it to work to achieve just the right effect. I take my hat off to her. She knows exactly what she's doing. She is a very shrewd young lady."
Cathy hated to openly admit it, but the same swirling ass cheeks that were mesmerizing both Sanchez and Dolores were having a pronounced effect on her as well.
Sanchez' fingers clutched tightly against the warmth of her firm ass globes a few more times, after which she then released her fingers from his searing cock.
Cathy knew exactly what to do to respond to Sanchez' immediate needs as she eased herself down on her back, continuing to let her active ass cheeks skillfully gyrate as Sanchez got on his knees and eased his body between her outstretched legs.
"Now the sparks will really fly," Dolores smilingly predicted, looking over at her friend and winking. "Just watch this, my dear. You know, after you have been around here for awhile you get to where you enjoy watching sex almost as much as you do participating in it."
"From what I can gather sex is about the only thing around here of any real interest."
"You are right in one sense, my dear," Dolores laughed, "but in another sense you are wrong. There are other considerations. You will find out about them in due course."
Once again she received the standard answer, words fed to loyal subordinates by Senor Luis Sanchez, who remained firmly in control of his strange empire of sorts, looming larger than life at every conceivable turn.
She watched as the panting, perspiration-laden Sanchez reached down and let his fingers firmly cradle the pendulously swaying ass globes of Mary. She heard the loud gasping sound coming from him as he propelled his quivering, leanly muscular frame forward with athletic agility, plunging his lust-bloated manmeat into the tight, fiery well of her burning orifice.
"OOOOHHHHH, WHAT A CUNT, WHAT AN ASS!" he declared in a spirit of great celebration. "OOOOHHHHH, KEEP WIGGLING IT! KEEP WIGGLING YOUR ASS AND YOUR PUSSY! THIS IS SO GOOD. AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH, YOU ARE SO VERY TIGHT, MY DEAR! OOOOHHHHH, YOU ARE SUCH AN INCREDIBLY TIGHT PIECE OF ASS THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE BECOME THE GREATEST OF ALL FILM TALENTS IN HOLLYWOOD! YOU WERE FUCKING WITH THE WRONG MEN!"
He grunted and gasped, withdrawing his blue-veined phallic tool momentarily from the burning pit of his lover's seething pink feminine tundra, but before long he was heaving another gasp and driving his spiritedly determined organ forward once more, letting it slam with lance-like impact as it once more achieved solid impact against the pinkness of her succulent furrow as her cunt and ass cheeks wiggled at the same time, providing him with the ultimate in thrills as his fingers clutched more tightly against the flanks of her thrill-laden buttocks than before.
"This is so good," he called out enthusiastically. "I love the way those beautiful smooth ass cheeks are moving. This is so good. Oh, I love fucking you. You are so great, my dear. You are so very tight, so very good."
His burning, hammering man meat continued to drive and thrust with unabated passion as he propelled himself ever closer to the great moment of exhilaration when the stirring juices would explode from his cock.
"Oh, keep your ass wiggling," he told her. "I'm getting so close now, so very close!"
Now his piercing assault was reaching feverish heights as he continued slamming his cudgel-like organ into the searing depths of his lover's vagina.
Sanchez slapped crisply at his lover's ass globes several times as he heaved another loud gasp.
"Here it comes," Dolores smiled, watching the action closely and enjoying every moment of it.
Cathy observed the spurting white drops of jetting semen exploding profusely from the nub-end of Sanchez' hard, erect cock, spraying thunderously into Mary's vagina.
"OOOOHHHHH, AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" he exclaimed, his eyes rolling and hix entire body rocking as the streaming deluge of thick white fluid was unleashed from the end of his solid organ.
The procession of juice thundered from the end of his burning spear for a few moments longer, after which he released his now satisfied cock from his lover's vagina, collapsing momentarily in a heap as he panted loudly. He lay stretched out on his back for a few moments longer, after which he caught his breath.
"You are a brilliant cocksman," Dolores called out to Sanchez, throwing him a kiss.
He threw her a kiss back in return.
"Thank you, my dear," he smiled, easing himself to his feet. "I am glad that you have such a high appreciation for the art of great sex, and it is indeed a highly cultivated art."
"You were the one who taught all of us here to appreciate that," Dolores replied, "and it will not be long before our newest member, Senorita Cathy, will also learn to appreciate it."
"You are so right," he nodded.
Cathy watched curiously as Sanchez extended his right hand downward toward Mary, who was lying on her back. She extended her hand in return and he lifted her to her feet. Mary smiled with exhilaration, obviously pleased that she had been able to provide so much in the way of pleasure to Senor Sanchez.
As soon as she reached her feet, a smiling Sanchez reached out and playfully patted her ass cheeks. When he released his fingers from her enticing buttocks flesh they began walking nonchalantly toward the pool.
Cathy continued watching with mounting curiosity as they jumped into the pool at the same moment, their bodies splashing together in the water. Before long their churning, well-coordinated nude bodies commenced churning through the clear blue waters of the swimming pool.
"Senor Sanchez follows his schedule most rigorously," Dolores told Cathy. "Once that he gets his fuck of the day he goes for a vigorous swim, usually with the woman he has just enjoyed. Yesterday I was that woman."
"He follows this same schedule every day?"
"Not every day, but quite often. And sometimes he will have sex in the evenings as well. At other times he prefers sex in the evenings and has no sex during the day. But usually he will take his swim in the afternoon in any event. You can tell by looking at Senor Sanchez that he is very fit physically."
"Yes, you can."
"You can also tell by the way that he performs sexually," she winked. "He is most vigorous."
Miguel reappeared at that moment.
"Would you care for your beer now, Senorita Dolores?" he asked.
"Yes. That would be fine, Miguel. Thank you."
"Would you care for another Coke, Senorita Cathy?"
"Thank you, Miguel."
Miguel bowed, disappearing into the house for several moments. He then reappeared once more, serving Dolores a beer and Cathy another Coke.
As Miguel moved off, Dolores looked at Cathy and smiled.
"I would have enjoyed having that beer a few minutes earlier, while all that hot sex was going on," Dolores said. "That's when I really started getting thirsty."
"Miguel was gone for awhile," Cathy said. "For a very good reason."
"Why" Cathy asked.
"Senor Sanchez has set down his rules. Just like a nightclub performer, the main performer at least, usually sets down rules about serving customers while he performs. I guess you know about that."
"Yes. They feel that it's a distraction to have people being served while they're performing. A lot of performers feel that way."
"Precisely," Dolores nodded smilingly. "It is the same way with Senor Sanchez. He attaches great significance to his sex with the girls and he does not want his concentration to be impaired in any way. That is essential to him."
"I understand."
"Even though he would not have reprimanded me if I had walked quietly into the house and gotten a beer for myself, I know that he would not have liked it, and I would never do anything that Senor Sanchez would disapprove of. I love him too much."
"He seems to have the complete devotion of all of you."
"Oh, yes," Dolores nodded vigorously. "We love him and we are very gracious for what he has done for us. He has given all of us such wonderful lives."
CHAPTER NINE
The following morning, Cathy Hendricks awakened early.
After showering she dressed and began reading, waiting for her breakfast to be brought to her by Ramon. When she heard the familiar knock on the door she set her book down.
"Come in, Ramon," she said.
Ramon entered the room. Much to Cathy's surprise, however, he was not pushing a tray containing her breakfast.
"Where's my breakfast?" she asked.
"Senor Sanchez wishes for you to breakfast with him out on the terrace."
"When?" she asked.
"Right now."
"Very well."
Immediately Cathy suspected that the imperial potentate Luis Sanchez was preparing to have sex with her. She deeply resented being taken for granted by anyone, and Sanchez always conveyed the same impression-anyone was his for the asking. The other girls might have become what Cathy considered to be programmed robots who would fawn over the confident and elegant Mexican in the most syrupy fashion, but she was not about to allow herself to fall into the same category. All the same, she knew that, if he truly wanted her, there was nothing that she could do to resist his efforts.
Senor Luis Sanchez was sitting at the table wearing a pink sport shirt and light blue sport slacks as Cathy was escorted outside by Ramon, who immediately walked back into the house. Miguel was refilling Sanchez' glass with orange juice as Cathy approached the table.
"Good morning, beautiful lady," he bowed without getting up from the table. "Please sit down. We have plenty of fine fresh fruit, mango, pineapple, papaya. Then when you finish that you might care for some ham and eggs. Maybe some toast. At any rate I offer you a sumptuous Acapulco breakfast fit for a queen."
"Thank you," she replied.
Miguel turned and faced Cathy.
"Good morning, Senorita Cathy," he said.
"Good morning, Miguel."
"Would you care for some fresh orange juice?"
"Thank you very much."
Miguel poured Cathy a full glass of orange juice, then walked back into the house, leaving Cathy alone with Senor Sanchez.
For a few minutes Sanchez concentrated exclusively on the food before him, and all the while the tension built within Cathy as she wondered just what he was going to propose to her and when. She envisioned something along the same order as what had happened to her after she had been his dinner guest. She recalled how he had promptly escorted her to his bedroom, at which point the sexual fireworks promptly commenced without anyone having asked her permission about anything that was happening. Finally Sanchez spoke:
'There is something I must tell you, lovely Cathy. We have a most distinguished guest staying here."
"Who?" she asked.
"His name is Jorge Velasquez and he is from Buenos Aires, Argentina. He is a very handsome and influential man. He arrived yesterday and his stay must be necessarily short. Jose will be driving him to the airport early this evening. He has an important international conference to attend in Caracas in two days and he must leave for there right away to prepare for it. At any rate, I would like for you to meet this most distinguished gentleman."
"When am I supposed to meet him?"
"Early this afternoon. You will be summoned from your room to meet him. Things will be very informal. Just put on your bikini. You will be communicating with him at poolside."
"I'm supposed to have a chat with him or something?"
"You will be communicating with this man. I'm sure you will find the meeting to be very pleasurable. The one thing you'll learn the longer the time that you spend with us, charming Senorita Cathy, is that you will not ever fail to find your life becoming culturally enriched. That is one of the reasons why you find the ladies here so contented. There is good reason for that, and the more you get acquainted with all of us the better you will understand this."
Cathy said nothing. She wondered just what would be expected of her when she met Jorge Velasquez. There was silence at the table for the next few minutes, following which Sanchez once again spoke.
"If you really wand to trace a progress story the way to do it is to analyze the life experience of Dolores," he smiled.
"I'm learning not to ask questions around here, but to be a good listener. I get the feeling you're about to tell me something about Dolores. Am I right?"
"Most definitely," Sanchez laughed. "You have a very quick and alert mind, my dear. I like that very much. I know that Mary told you a good deal about herself yesterday. I encouraged her to do it beforehand, otherwise she would have told you nothing. I knew that you would be curious since she is an American girl, like yourself."
"Yes. She had a fascinating story to tell."
"Well, I helped her a good deal as far as her breeding was concerned. She had a way of acting rather vulgar and coarse when she came here, and she was a very headstrong girl as well, but gradually I was able to give her the proper guidance and the charming girl that you met resulted. Well, there was a good deal done to mold the stunning Dolores into the woman you now see, but her problem was different."
"How did it differ from Mary?"
"Dolores needed her confidence bolstered. She needed to develop a certain independence she lacked. I know you're probably thinking that she doesn't need any independence here because I rule this household with an iron hand. Is that what you're thinking? You don't need to say no on my account if that is what you are actually thinking."
"As a matter-of-fact that is just what I was thinking," she candidly conceded.
"Good. I wanted you to be straightforward. Actually
I demand a certain level of obedience, but if you'll notice everyone here has also developed an individual personality. I wouldn't have it any other way, particularly when a distinguished guest is visiting, and we do entertain a good many distinguished people."
"I believe I see your point."
"With Dolores she was so beautiful that she constantly had people vying for her affections. She came from a poor family from the slums of Mexico City and the first thing she thought of when she became old enough to consider such things was to get a job working at a club in Mexico City dancing. She began working as a stripteaser, and with her face and body you can imagine how successful she was."
"Very successful, I would imagine," Cathy surmised, biting into a piece of pineapple.
"Oh, indeed. So successful that some very wealthy men began visiting the club where she worked, even though it was a small club and otherwise undistinguished. They were wild about this beautiful young woman. Finally they began bidding for her attention. These men were all married, some of the most prestigious men in the community, men who had achieved in business and the professions, and they would pay her either to spend an evening with them or to travel for a day or two to Acapulco or Puerto Vallarta or Cuernavaca. I think you are beginning to get the picture of the confusion that all this attention prompted in the life of this lovely young woman."
"Yes. I can see what happened."
"Finally, after this had been happening for some time, after she had provided these men with favors but never really got to know any of them that well, a beautiful blonde American woman by the name of Ruth Von Gordon appeared in her life. Do you know the name?"
"I've heard of Albert Von Gordon. The late Albert Von Gordon. The multimillionaire who owned so many international airlines. He was always called one of the richest men in the world. I think that some people even thought he was the richest man in the world."
"Yes. I am referring to his widow."
"Oh. I see."
"A very influential woman. At any rate, after Albert Von Gordon died she inherited close to half of what he owned. She has a mansion in the mountains overlooking Acapulco Bay. It is one of many mansions she maintains all over the world."
"And she met Dolores here?"
"No. She met her when she was visiting Mexico City. She happened to pick up a local newspaper and her eyes came across a picture of Dolores. She decided that she would go to the club where she danced to see her in person."
"And she introduced herself to Dolores there?"
"Yes, she did. Dolores, the poor little girl from the slums, was thrilled to be meeting somebody of her stature. You see, even before she married Albert Van Gordon, Ruth had gone to the finest schools in New England and had even studied at the Sorbonne in Paris. With her extensive education and traveling background she had poor little Dolores in virtual awe."
"What was Ruth Von Gordon's objective?"
"You see, at some point after her husband had died, Ruth Von Gordon became suddenly tired of being chased by men, particularly handsome playboys with expensive tastes and magnificent physiques. Naturally they were all after her. Not only was she extraordinarily wealthy, but she was also very beautiful. Her body also rated with the best since she had the finest masseuses to rub her down regularly. Oh, she was very much into the value of massaging the body."
"Ah, I believe I'm beginning to catch onto something," Cathy quickly nodded. "When Dolores met me the first time the thing she wanted to do most in the beginning was to massage my body. Her eyes sparkled like a young schoolgirl's when she began doing it. I could see that it thrilled her, and she was good at it, very good."
"That is right," Senor Sanchez nodded.
A few moments later Miguel surfaced with the hot food, plenty of ham and eggs, with toast and pancakes. He placed liberal portions of the food on separate plates for Sanchez and Cathy. He then proceeded to refill their glasses with orange juice, after which he bowed and disappeared once more into the house. Sanchez watched him depart, upon which he resumed his story.
"One of the first things Ruth Von Gordon introduced Dolores to was refined body culture, but I'm getting ahead of myself in the story. Anyway, as I was saying, Ruth had all these men pursuing her. She also had actors, politicians, lawyers and doctors from countries all over the world pursuing her. She finally grew tired of it all."
"Why do you suppose that happened?"
"I understand that she got the opinion that all of them were really after her for her money and she started distrusting men altogether, regarding them as opportunists. But there was another reason as well, I believe."
"What was that?"
"I think she felt that the challenge had gone as far as men were concerned. She could have the world's finest at the snap of her fingers. It all became so tame for her, wooing and capturing the most interesting men in the world. Or actually they were wooing her. She finally decided she would do something provocative. She would go after women, generally only very beautiful women she thought of as being completely straight with no lesbian backgrounds at all."
"And she wooed Dolores?"
"Yes. Everything fell into place perfectly as far as the timing of everything was concerned."
"How do you mean?" Cathy asked.
"Ruth Von Gordon had just returned to Mexico from the French Riviera two weeks earlier. She had been sharing a rented villa in Cannes with one of the most beautiful women in France, a former Follies Bergere showgirl that Ruth had swept off her feet when they met in a Paris nightclub. Even though everyone seemed to think that the French woman had never had sex with another woman before, Ruth caught her at a vulnerable time since she had just recently obtained a divorce from her wealthy Swiss industrialist husband a short time before. They fought a good deal at the end of their marriage, and Ruth Von Gordon knew just how to appeal to her. So they became lovers and spent most of their time together in some of the most fascinating cities of the world. They were seen one week in London, the next in Paris, maybe the next week in New York. But their affair ended in that Cannes villa and the whole thing left Ruth crushed. So she immediately latched onto beautiful and vulnerable young Dolores as a replacement."
"They became lovers?"
"Eventually Ruth persuaded her to quit working in the club. They shared the Acapulco mansion when they were here and they did a lot of traveling together. For awhile Dolores was in her glory, but finally her attitude changed."
"What caused it to change?"
"The domineering manner of Ruth. Ruth would start telling her that she had picked her up from the gutter, especially after she had been drinking, and Dolores would become very hurt. And whenever Ruth decided that it was time to take a trip she would never consult poor Dolores or give her any advance warning. She would tell her to pack her belongings because they were going somewhere."
"So how did it all finally end?"
"Ah, I saved the best for last," Luis Sanchez laughed. "One afternoon after Ruth Von Gordon had spent most of the day belittling young Dolores she stormed into her room and told her to be packed in fifteen minutes because they were going to New York. She slammed the door and then came back fifteen minutes later, but by then she was gone."
"Where did she go?"
"Dolores snuck out the window and fled to the beach. She decided that she had had enough and she was running away. Well, Jose and Ramon happened to see her on an isolated strip of beach and captured her the same way that they did you."
"But didn't Ruth Von Gordon report her as missing?"
"Oh yes, but we took care of that," Luis smiled slyly.
"How did you take care of it?"
"After we had captured her and had her here, we gave some of her clothing to a young man, a contact of ours, and he miraculously discovered the clothing along the shore. It was all wet. We wanted to give the impression that it had been washed ashore and that Dolores had drowned. The police investigated and concluded that she had drowned."
"Then Dolores is officially dead?"
"Yes. Precisely."
"You are so calculating, Senor Sanchez, that it is chilling," Cathy shook her head. "Please. I told you to call me Luis," he laughed.
"But the other girls, and the men as well, they always call you Senor Sanchez. What makes me so privileged?"
"When I am alone with some of these people I let down my guard as far as formalities are concerned," he smilingly explained. "When you talk to anyone else, of course, or when we are talking and other people are around I naturally expect the formalities to be upheld. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes. I never met a man who was more in control of things than you. It is absolutely eerie."
"Thank you," he laughed. "I consider that a great compliment."
"So what happened to Ruth Von Gordon?" Cathy asked. "Did she ever get over the shock of losing Dolores?"
"I really don't know," he shook his head. "She is now living in the Swiss Alps. She wanted to be by herself after it happened. She became convinced that the whole thing was her fault, that she pushed Dolores to the ends she reached. She was right. She actually had pushed her to those lengths, the only problem in her thinking is that they were not the results that she had sought. Now Dolores is doing very well living here."
"But doesn't this whole episode make you feel guilty?"
"But why?" he looked at her dumbfoundedly.
"Making her feel that she actually drove Dolores to her death. Did the police rule it a suicide?"
"A possible suicide," he confirmed.
"That's what I mean. Doesn't that make you feel strange? Don't you feel at least a little bit of remorse for putting Ruth Von Gordon through that kind of strain when Dolores never died at all? She's crushed and is accepting responsibility for something she never did."
"Ah, it never actually happened, that is true," he nodded, "but that is not to say that it would not have happened if she had continued living with her."
"But all that is speculation. Surely you can't prove that."
"Of course not. I cannot prove that something that never occurred would have, but it certainly might have. Poor Dolores was in a thoroughly disrupted state when she came here. Not only that, but her ego would have eventually become so damaged, and she would have eventually become so disturbed that something awful, something calamitous would have occurred. I am sure of it. And my opinion was corroborated by a top German psychiatrist who was my guest here shortly after Dolores joined us, and who helped nurse her back to health. No, I have a strong conviction that one way or another we helped save Dolores' life here."
"So what you seem to be saying is that Ruth Von Gordon deserved to suffer the fate she did."
'That is not for me to decide," he shrugged. "All I am saying is that she deserves no pity. Any pity she receives will have to come from a source other than me."
Miguel surfaced once more.
"Senor Sanchez, Senorita Cathy, do you care for anything more to eat? To drink?" Miguel asked graciously.
"Nothing more for me, thank you," Cathy exclaimed.
"Everything was excellent," Senor Sanchez said, patting his stomach for emphasis. "I am full, Miguel my good man. Thank you, but I need nothing more."
"Very good," Miguel bowed, walking back into the house.
"Go back to your room, my dear, and take it easy for the rest of the morning," Sanchez said as he rose from his chair. "You will be called when your services are needed."
CHAPTER TEN
Even though Cathy tried to alternately rest and pass time by reading, her thoughts continued reverting back to the mysterious Jorge Velasquez, about whom Luis Sanchez had spoken with such great reverence.
The one thing that, above all seemed to typify the kind of life she had been leading since being placed under the captivity of the exceedingly clever and strong willed Sanchez, was the sheer unpredictability that governed everything, or virtually everything, that she encountered in and around the huge mansion.
It appeared that whereas she thought of events as unpredictable, everything actually was smoothly functioning according to a grand design set into motion by the calculating Sanchez, who knew precisely what he wanted on all occasions and saw to it that his designs were carried out to the letter. His every command was promptly implemented into actuality, and whereas she had the idea that the others in the household knew something about the grand design of things, her mind was thrown into great disarray every time that she attempted to unravel the seemingly insoluble puzzle.
After a restless morning and part of an afternoon had been consumed in anxious waiting, she was promptly summoned from her room by a smiling Jose, who bowed graciously, then licked his lips in a highly suggestive fashion as he gave her body the once over. It was the first time that anyone there had seen her in her stunning red bikini, which was practically new, and which she had only worn once before, on an occasion in Chicago just prior to leaving for Mexico when she had sunned herself along Lake Michigan.
"You look absolutely captivating," he grinned. "Oh, I am so sorry that I cannot ravish you this very moment. You are such a stunning woman. An absolute joy to behold. I love that red bikini. Your exquisite body stands out magnificently in it."
"Thank you," she replied in a guarded tone.
"I will escort you outside now, where Senor Jorge Velasquez is waiting to meet you. So, if you will follow me, young lady. And, as I said before, I am only sorry that I will not have the opportunity to spend the remainder of this day thoroughly ravishing your succulent body."
She followed behind Jose, who led her through the main part of the house, then out into the backyard. The first thing she observed was a large blue water bed, which was being carried by Miguel and Ramon. Eventually they set it down not far from the swimming pool.
Seated not far from the pool at a table, shaded by a green canopy overhead, was a tall, slender, dark-haired man wearing a sport shirt and shorts. He sipped slowly at his Marguerita, watching the scene.
Standing next to the water bed, watching the men set it down, was none other than the beautiful Mary, who looked thoroughly impressive in a pale yellow bikini. Whenever the distinguished looking man sitting at the table would cast his appreciative eyes in Mary's direction, they would noticeably twinkle. Here was a man who genuinely appreciated the scintillating beauty of the female form.
As soon as Ramon and Miguel finished their work, the crisp, authoritative voice of Luis Sanchez was heard from the background as he stepped out into the yard.
"Very good, men," he said. "Thank you."
Ramon and Miguel bowed dutifully, then walked back into the house as a smiling Luis Sanchez surveyed the entire scene. He took a long, lusty look at Mary, admiring her appreciatively in her dazzling bikini. He did the same to Cathy, after which he then walked over toward the man sitting under the canopy. He sat down in the chair next to him, patting him gratefully on the shoulder.
"I hope you are comfortable, Jorge," Luis said as he joined him.
"Very much so. You are always the perfect host, Luis. You never leave anything to chance when it comes to planning."
"Thank you. You're so kind. I trust that the Marguerita has been fixed to specifications."
"It is very good. Thank you."
"Do you need another?"
"No. I am working on this one rather slowly. I want to conserve my intake, particularly in view of the adventures I am about to witness and experience," he smiled.
Luis Sanchez burst into laughter.
"A very wise idea indeed," Luis nodded. Luis then turned his head toward the girls. "Good afternoon, ladies."
"Good afternoon," Mary winked.
"Good afternoon," Cathy said in a tone that was slightly subdued. She could not help but feel, along with an apprehension conditioned by the uncertainty of the moment, as if she were some kind of tarnished woman, a courtesan being kept in some kind of strange and mysterious beach estate.
"Cathy, my dear, I want to introduce you to a very good friend of mine," Luis beamed as he looked at her. "A man I would like to describe as one of my most cherished friends."
"I would describe you the same way, Luis," the man responded.
"That is very good," Luis resumed. "At any rate, this is Jorge Velasquez. Jorge, this is a lady I have spoken to you a good deal about. This is Cathy."
"Oh, yes, Cathy," the distinguished looking man smiled. "I am most happy to meet you."
"Hello," Cathy replied.
"Now you girls can go right ahead and show Jorge just how much passion you have stored up in those sexy bodies," Luis Sanchez said.
"I'm all for that," Mary chuckled with girlish enthusiasm. "Come on. honey."
Mary, who seemed to have been clued in on what was to develop next, took Cathy by the hand, leading her over to the water bed.
As Cathy stood next to the water bed, Mary eased her seductive body downward on top of it. As she lay stretched out on the water bed, giving every indication of feeling great comfort, she motioned Cathy with a wiggling finger to join her.
"C'mon, honey, over here," Mary said.
"Go ahead, Cathy," Luis Sanchez called out.
Cathy eased her body down on top of the water bed. No sooner did she get comfortably stretched out on top of it than Mary jumped up to her feet. She promptly, with quick, vigorous movements, pulled and tugged at her bikini top as the eyes of the two men lit up. Immediately Jorge Velasquez looked over at Luis and grinned.
"Yes, this is what I like," Velasquez said.
"Wait until you see this girl completely naked," Luis said proudly.
"Yes, I know. You told me what to expect."
"I can tell you, my good friend, but nothing will be able to match the spontaneous enthusiasm you will feel when you see what is going to happen with your very eyes."
"Oh, yes. That I can believe," Jorge Velasquez nodded with vigorous anticipation.
While Cathy lay stretched out on the water bed, she stared with curiosity up at Mary who, with one quick thrusting movement, removed her bikini top and tossed it to the ground.
Mary played things to the hilt, a broad smile spreading itself across her entire face as she knew that she had her appreciative male audience in the palm of her hand. Mary knew that she could always turn Luis on, and was more than happy to do so, but for the moment she was concentrating her awesome charms on the estate's distinguished guest, Jorge Velasquez, and she was determined to add him to the list of her many erotic admirers.
Once that she tossed her bikini top aside she flung her breasts with fervent desire and let her entire body rotate. She threw her searing bosoms forward, thrusting them squarely in the direction of Jorge
Velasquez, and the impressed visitor let out an audible gasp as he stared at the succulent ripeness of her sharply rotating ivory-textured melons.
"What a woman!" Jorge gasped.
"She is just getting warmed up," Luis laughed, happy that Mary was already registering a tremendous impact on him.
After Mary had flung her succulent breasts back and forth several more times, she reached down and began removing her bikini bottom. She slid it swiftly down her legs, then picked it up and tossed it to the
Now the shapely, brown-haired woman was totally devoid of clothes, sporting the kind of even tan that Luis Sanchez dictated upon all his women, achieved through the steady influence of nude sunbathing in the patio.
Once again Mary, just as had been the case the other occasion when Cathy had met her, used her seductive ass cheeks to good advantage as she let the smoothly textured, excellently-rounded flesh twist and slide methodically as the action developed.
"Oh, how I love that ass!" Jorge Velasquez gasped.
"Keep shaking it for him, my dear," Luis encouraged. "Oh, yes, that is what I call one gorgeous
The smile on Mary's face broadened some more. She loved knowing that Jorge was hanging on every writhing movement of her superbly shaped ass. Finally she turned her body around so that that same sharply pistoning behind was pointed squarely at Jorge, providing him the best possible view of what was developing.
Cathy heard Velasquez utter another loud gasp, and this one indicated awe as much as erotic excitement. Her whole body vibrated as her wiggling buttocks totally captivated Jorge Velasquez, and through all the sizzling activity a contented smile was fastened on the face of Luis Sanchez, who knew that Mary was having the kind of effect on Velasquez for which he had hoped and anticipated.
Eventually, just when she had whipped Velasquez up to a frenzy, she brought her body movements to a halt, ceasing her ass shaking as well as she turned her body around and faced Cathy.
"You are absolutely beautiful," she said huskily, pointing downward toward Cathy.
"Show her what you feel for her," Luis encouraged.
"By all means," Velasquez concurred.
"I intend to," Mary left no doubt, speaking in a determined voice. Not only was her voice determined. The searing look in her eyes gave every indication of a woman stoutly determined to prevail, to experience the kind of excitement and adventure that would propel her into a state of wild ecstasy.
She promptly threw herself down on top of the water bed, and before Cathy had an opportunity to react, the hotly panting Mary was pulling and tugging at her bikini top.
"Oh, I was wanting to do this to you the first time we met," she seductively whispered. "How I wanted you. But I had to save myself for Luis that day. We'd had our thing planned. That was the only thing that stopped me from going after you right then. Oh, honey, what a body, what a face, I'm crazy about you."
"Go after her, Mary," Velasquez almost shouted, having been catapulted to a state of delirious sexual desire from watching the erotic Mary in action. Now he was looking forward to seeing what would develop now that the lovely Cathy was also involved.
At first Cathy felt a sense of great humiliation over having to endure what was happening to her. Not only was there a hotly panting female so determined to have sex with her that she would literally rape her if that should be necessary, but she was being watched by two men, who were deriving great joy in seeing her bikini top plucked off by the twisting, frantic fingers of Mary.
Cathy could not help but feel that she was very definitely being used for something evil. Here she was, being hotly pursued and undressed by a dazzling young woman she barely knew, and sitting just a few feet away was a man who was a total stranger to her, who was enjoying every moment of what was transpiring. Sitting next to the stranger was none other than Luis Sanchez, one of the most charismatic yet highly mysterious men she had ever known, who had orchestrated what was happening at the moment. Sanchez supremely orchestrated everything that occurred on this lavish tropical estate, she recognized, and she could not help but think of herself as one of a series of puppets being manipulated at every turn by the ingenious Sanchez.
Her body trembled as Mary's surging fingers took complete and devastating charge of things. She yanked off Cathy's bikini top, then tossed it onto the pavement.
"Oh, what glorious breasts," Mary swooned.
Once again the hotly panting Mary was on her in a flash. She thrust her eager, trembling fingers downward and let them clutch tightly against the firm flesh of her mammaries, which by then had become brown from all the nude sun bathing she had done the past few days.
"Oh, what precious boobs," Mary gasped. "This feels good. It feels so good running my fingers over them. Ah, this is such a great feeling. I love it, really love it."
"Look at Mary go to it," Velasquez looked at Sanchez and smiled. "I don't blame her. Cathy has a beautiful set of boobs."
"My girls all have one thing in common-passion," Luis related.
"So I see," Velasquez nodded.
The crisply assertive fingers of Mary drove forward several more times, sinking against the warmth of Cathy's flesh. When she released her fingers from them, she reached down and made an immediate grab for Cathy's bikini bottom.
"I'm gonna hold your beautiful behind in my fingers," Mary proudly declared. "This is gonna be great."
Cathy was unable to do anything to resist Mary's aggressive finger activity. For one thing, she was afraid to mount any kind of resistance. There was his majesty, the sagacious Luis Sanchez sitting only a few feet away, and it was a certainty that he would quickly call a halt to any resistance that would take place on her part. Even though he had not so much as threatened her once, he had made it abundantly clear that he controlled his estate as a king would a kingdom, and she knew that, if need be, Sanchez would be perfectly capable of supplying discipline and meting out punishment.
Although she hated to admit it to herself, there was another emerging reason why she was not supplying any opposition to what was happening. There was something about the quick movements of Mary which, coupled with her overpowering beauty of face and form, caused Cathy to feel sparks of titillation in her body, particularly between her legs. Mary had a strong sex drive, a wild and seething sensuality that was transmitting itself to Cathy. In addition to the aforementioned desires, Cathy also could not help but feel a strongly developing measure of pride over the fact that this beautiful woman, who was obviously a lot more experienced sexually than was she, and who had apparently led something of the swinger's life in hedonistic Hollywood, was turning on with her to such a demonstrable extent. It could not help but make her feel that she was erotically arriving.
Mary's fingers tugged sharply at Cathy's bikini bottom while Cathy's body twisted in rapid response to the movements. The men listened closely to the erotic scraping sounds of the skimpy bathing suit material making contact with Cathy's quivering flesh.
Even though Luis could have ordered the girls to show up in the patio completely naked, he had decided to have them initially appear in bikinis since he felt that this would make the most solid impact on Jorge Velasquez. He was now convinced after gauging Jorge's reactions that he had been precisely accurate.
There was Velasquez, sitting on the edge of his chair, a noticeable swelling present in his crotch, a swelling which resulted in the tenting of the shorts he wore.
Luis Sanchez could not help but feel a swelling measure of joy and pride over the fact that Jorge Velasquez had already advanced to the high level erotic state that he was occupying at that moment.
Sanchez had felt that it would be a good idea to leave a little something to Velasquez' imagination in the beginning, and as such he had had the girls wear bikinis. He also knew that a good deal of erotic drama could be achieved by having the women remove their bikinis, always a sensuously inspiring sight, and such had been the case. Velasquez was sitting totally enthralled, his heart pounding with surging sensual anxiety as he observed the bright red bikini bottom sliding down the legs of the beautiful Cathy while Mary's fingers remained squarely in charge.
A few seconds later Mary completely discarded Cathy's bikini bottom, and now she had her right where she wanted her, in a state of total nudity, and as she tossed her bikini bottom away she looked over at Jorge Velasquez, observing an expression of lust in his eyes. It made her feel good to know that things were going so well.
"I must have you, right now," a panting Mary emphatically exclaimed.
Mary shoved her pulsating red tongue forward, letting it push against the solid warmth of Cathy's breasts.
The globes of firm breast flesh soon became slickened and moist from the stirring, rapid fire tongue action of the brown-haired woman. The longer the action continued, the greater the fiery waves of passion that circulated through Cathy's entire body, particularly in her crotch. The pulsating waves of ecstasy tore through her thoroughly captivated vagina as the stimulating tongue thrusts continued.
"Keep whipping your tongue, Mary," Velasquez exclaimed. "Cathy really loves it. You're really turning her on."
Mary loved the fact that Velasquez was shouting verbal encouragement. It meant that they were getting to him, this spirited sexual activity taking place between a beautiful brown-haired woman and the equally captivating blonde who turned her on to such an extent.
The longer that Mary kept her tongue manipulating passionately against Cathy's breasts, the sharper that she let it plunge as the passionate intensity between the two women continued growing by leaps and bounds.
A few hot stabs later, Mary suddenly released her tongue from Cathy's sweltering boobs.
"I want to taste you," Mary told her emphatically.
Mary threw her body down until she was lying sprawled directly across from Cathy's vagina. Her own sweltering pussy was just several tantalizing inches from Cathy's tongue.
"Oh, I want you so bad," Mary declared.
"These women can't help but put an instant hard-on on you," Luis told Velasquez.
"You are so right," Velasquez quickly replied. "They are both so beautiful and both so passionate."
Mary shoved her flaming red tongue forward, allowing it to make sweeping contact against the sweltering moistness of Cathy's searing vaginal cleft. Back and forth she allowed it to wiggle with snake-like impact, and all the while the momentum between the two stunning women continued to build.
Mary had been thoroughly clued in by Luis Sanchez at the time that this session was being planned. Luis had told her that Cathy was a comparative beginner on the subject of sex, and that she was a total novice when it came to woman-woman sex, having had it performed on her only once, that with Dolores.
Having been forewarned by Luis Sanchez, it therefore did not bother Mary that Cathy's tongue was not going to work on her pussy at the same moment that her own tongue was making spearing contact with the vagina of Cathy.
Mary was confident that, once she succeeded in pushing Cathy to the sweltering point as a result of her own spirited tongue thrusts, that Cathy would become caught up in the wild vortex of sensuality and would plunge her spirited tongue inside the tundra of her captivated vagina.
So Mary kept up her stimulating contact, driving her tongue back and forth, wiggling it with seething desire as she pushed it inside the aroused orifice of
Cathy.
A few fiery strokes later, the aroused Mary decided to go all out in her attempt to get Cathy to engage her in a sweltering sixty-nine. She knew the kind of devastating reactions that her ass was capable of generating, and now here she was, whipping her buttocks back and forth in a frantic state of sensual arousal.
While Cathy gasped and sighed from the pulsating contact of Mary's surging tongue driving deep inside her nest, her eyes remained in hypnotic contact with the pendulously swinging flesh of Mary's tanned and trim buttocks.
Cathy could easily see why Jorge Velasquez' eyes had appeared as if ready to pop out of their sockets while they had been riveted on the pendulously swinging ass cheeks of this devastatingly erotic woman.
Now Cathy was coming under the same influence, being drawn closer and closer to Mary, wondering if she ought to take a plunge that she never previously, not even in her wildest dreams, would have even remotely considered taking.
Yes, Cathy was now approaching the point at which she was thinking strongly about driving her tongue forward and letting it make contact against the warmth of Mary's fiery pussy.
Mary's tongue kept digging with unflagging zest, pushing against the wet folds of throbbing flesh as Cathy was pushed ever closer to a wild and delirious climax, when the impassioned juices would spurt from her aroused nest.
Slowly but surely Cathy found herself edging her head closer to Mary's mound, and all the while the hypnotic influence of Mary's buttocks continued generating an impactful influence on her.
Finally she pushed her tongue forward, a little fearfully, with some reluctance, but sure enough there she was, ready to enter into yet another new phase of her sex life. She could see that she had been drawn out gradually ever since her arrival, and that now things she would have considered previously out of the question were becoming commonly accepted events and activities.
Even though she felt a strong measure of fear over doing what she was about to do, Cathy nonetheless finally shoved her tongue forward, letting it make its initial scraping contact against the searing plane of Mary's vaginal cauldron.
Immediately Mary's entire body pulsated, rocking back and forth as if she had experienced a detonating earthquake. Cathy could see just how sensitive she was toward receiving erotic contact.
At first the movements on the part of Cathy were tentative, but before long, spurred on by the steaming waves of passion in her vagina from the hotly thrusting tongue of the beautiful Mary, she was being propelled into a state of much greater boldness and recklessness. No longer was it a problem to engage in what had been a previously verboten act, and now her tongue was starting to spear the moistness of Mary's succulent vagina with an equivalent measure of intensity as that which was being generated by the tongue of Mary.
The girls matched each other stroke for stroke, their ass cheeks wiggling with wildly uninhibited desire as they pushed each other ever closer to the state of stimulating orgasms.
All the while, Jorge Velasquez sat entranced, watching the spirited action taking place.
Eventually, at the point wherein Velasquez was certain that the aroused women would be soon exploding, he jumped up from his chair and walked over even closer to the action than he was, to within several feet of the beautiful gyrating bodies, which now contained a glistening glow of perspiration.
Velasquez' entire body began to tremble as he removed his sport shirt, which he tossed on top of the table at which he had been sitting. Now all he had to do was remove his shorts, which he did. There he was, standing totally naked with an immense hard-on, his body trembling as he watched the girls engage in their torrid, erotically inspiring sixty-nine.
"What women, what gorgeous women," Velasquez exclaimed in a voice filled with both admiration and awe.
All the while the girls continued to dig their tongues with energetic intensity inside the wet folds of each other's throbbing vaginas.
The spirited fingers of Velasquez went to work against the throbbing length of his thoroughly captivated cock. Up and down he pumped with vigorous enthusiasm as he watched the unfolding action of two beautiful females with their dazzling bodies entwined, their devastating tongues driving with great zest.
"Oh, this is so fine," Velasquez exclaimed, continuing to drive his fingers up and down against the throbbing length of his pulsating manhood. He remained in a state of great enthusiasm over what was happening.
The girls exploded at the same moment in time, their bodies twisting and bouncing resiliently atop the water bed as the spurting drops of their female fluid spilled from their pussies.
Velasquez was close to orgasm just from gliding his fingers up and down against the searing length of his aroused cock and watching the girls orgasm.
He removed his fingers from his cock and stepped even closer to the action, watching the last few splashing drops of feminine fluid escaping into the wetness of the girls' mouths.
"As I said before, my women are passionate," Luis Sanchez told Jorge Velasquez.
"Right. Absolutely right," Velasquez confirmed.
As soon as the women removed their tongues from each other's vaginas, a panting Jorge Velasquez catapulted his body downward atop the water bed, and before Cathy was able to recover from the spirited activity in which she had just finished engaging with Mary, Velasquez was all over her.
"Go get her, Jorge," Mary smiled, sliding over onto the far edge of the water bed and giving Velasquez plenty of room in which to maneuver with his captivating prey.
"I intend to ravish this beautiful creature," he replied.
Velasquez reached out and let his fingers probe against the wetness of Cathy's breasts, the precipitation remaining from the stabbing tongue movements of Mary.
His fingers clutched tightly against Cathy's breasts, and as the contact was made Cathy's body twisted back and forth in dramatic response to what was happening to her.
"Oh, yes, Jorge, you are really enjoying yourself," a pleased Luis Sanchez smiled as he observed the action.
"I can't fail to enjoy myself with a woman of such beauty," was Jorge's immediate response.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After Jorge Velasquez finished gliding his fingers against the warmth of Cathy's lovely breasts, he immediately began zeroing in on his main objective.
Cathy watched as he dropped his head down quickly between the trimness of her lovely tanned legs. His tongue sought out the warmth of her vagina, the same scintillating pussy that had been propelled to climax only a short while earlier by the racing tongue of Mary. During the entire fascinating event he had watched with a sense of surging anticipation, desiring to unleash his own tongue against the moist surface of the blonde's sweltering orifice.
Jorge longed to make Cathy feel the same kind of wild excitement that had been generated earlier by the scaldingly alive and highly restless tongue of the determined Mary. He recalled how Cathy's swaying buttocks had continued reacting to the probing stabs of Mary's tongue as it worked its way with scalding impact into the moist intimacy of her furry pink triangle.
Now it was Jorge's turn, and he was intent upon making the most of it. His tongue immediately found the range, scraping and sliding as it slowly worked its way against the sodden warmth of Cathy's steaming cleft. She could not help but respond to the sensitivity of Jorge's slow, exploratory movements, and already her sleekly lovely legs were trembling from the flow of excitement of which she was a direct beneficiary.
While Jorge's tongue continued its slow, meticulous exploration inside the intimacy of Cathy's vagina, he reached out and let his fingers begin to clutch against the already twisting warmth of her ass cheeks.
He loved the feel of his fingers manipulating against the warmth of her sweeping ass globes, and it gave him a feeling of being totally in command of the action to be clutching against her firm, ripe buttocks while his sharply pistoning tongue ground with energetic enthusiasm against her vagina.
By then he had stepped up his tongue pace considerably, letting it drive with scalding impact as it pushed against the already dampened petals of her devastated cunt.
"Oh, you're gonna bring me off," she gasped. 'This feels so good, oh, so good. My cunt is on fire!"
Cathy could hardly believe that those words had actually come from her. Not only that, but they were also uttered loudly, excitedly, and with a strong measure of enthusiasm.
She recalled that, before she had started going steadily with John Macon, she had so often been referred to by men in the office as the coldest gal in Chicago, not because of her personality, but due to what they considered to be a straight-laced attitude toward sex that they likened to a throwback to Puritan times.
Cathy could not help but wonder what these same men would think if they could see her now. Gradually her line of resistance, which had been exceedingly strong, had been worn down through force and constant activity at Luis' strange mountain hideaway overlooking the waters of Acapulco Bay, where she had entered into the kind of life that could only have been brought on by force, and which she was convinced could never have resulted from free choice on her part.
Now the stirring tongue of Jorge was maintaining itself at a blistering pace, and Cathy listened closely to the hotly slurping sounds he produced. In addition, she could also hear his heavy breathing, along with her own, as she was pushed that much closer to the ultimate precipice of climax.
"Keep driving your tongue into her, Jorge, baby," Mary called out with great enthusiasm. "She wants it. You can tell that. So keep that twisting tongue of yours driving inside her pussy. Keep it going until the juices spurt from her. She wants to shoot and you want to taste her, so pretty soon you'll both be in business."
"You always did have a good way of summarizing things, Mary my sweet," Luis Sanchez laughed. "That is precisely where we stand at the moment. Two people are being driven to the heights of excitement."
"Yes, and that's a beautiful thing," Mary said.
"Indeed it is," Luis nodded emphatically.
Cathy's legs began kicking unrestrainedly as her body lunged forward, making contact repeatedly with the piercing, explosive tongue of Jorge, and now his fingers were clutching tightly against the firmness of her ass cheeks.
"Oh, I'm really close now," Cathy gasped. "Oh, that driving tongue is driving me wild!"
Jorge Velasquez loved hearing Cathy's frantic exclamations, and he knew that it would be only a few strokes more before the stirring juices would spill from her thoroughly captivated vagina. She could feel the wild waves of titillation in her searing nest, and she knew that it would only be a few strokes longer before the juices would spray from her mound.
Jorge's wiggling tongue scraped against the budding node of the aroused blonde's sensitive clitoris, and her body rocked against the water bed as she heaved one last sigh, upon which the stirring drops of her feminine fluid commenced spurting from her vagina.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHH!" was all she said as the torrent of cuntal fluid sprayed from her.
As soon as Jorge removed his tongue from Cathy's vagina, he patted her ass playfully, then immediately directed his attention toward Mary, staring at her with torrid, dark-eyed intensity.
While Jorge stared at Mary, he reached down and made a grab for his long, blue-veined phallic lance, and soon his fingers were gliding up and down the rock hard base of his organ.
Mary winked at Jorge, then stretched out in the middle of the water bed, and as she did she began letting her voluptuous buttocks wiggle with great enthusiasm.
Cathy realized that the next phase of the action involved Jorge Velasquez and Mary, and so she slid her body over toward a far end of the water bed, where she lay stretched out, her curious eyes observing the developing action.
While Mary's perfectly proportioned ass globes continued to twist and glide, Jorge eventually removed his fingers from his lust-bloated, scalding cock.
He moved his body quickly toward Mary, and soon his fingers were tightly squeezing her still writhing ass globes.
"Oh, that feels so good when you squeeze my cheeks like that," she swooned, loving the fact that the buttocks of which she was so proud were getting meticulous attention.
His fingers squeezed and pinched against the ripeness of her ass cheeks as his breath became markedly shorter.
"Oh, what an ass, what a glorious ass!" Jorge exclaimed. "It is so very firm. How I love clutching it."
"Oh, honey, what strong fingers you've got," she gaspingly exclaimed. "I really love what you're doing to me. Take charge, darling. Oh, you're so very masculine. How I love this action, those strong, strong fingers of yours clutching me that way. It is so nice and I love it so very much. Yes, keep it going."
While his fingers continued to clutch tightly against the writhing buttocks of Mary, Jorge braced himself, readying his steaming cock for an assault. A look of solemn determination was deeply etched on his face as he propelled his stirringly huge organ forward, letting it make its first sinking contact into its target, the prime grade ass of the voluptuous Mary!
He powered into her with everything he had, letting his steaming cudgel shove with sharp impact as it glided its way inside the tightness of her anal passage.
As his steaming organ sank into the burning depths of her rectum for the first time, he tightened the grip with which his fingers took erotic charge of her writhing buttocks.
"Oh, what a man," she gasped. "You're great, Jorge, honey, absolutely great. Do I ever love this. Oh, keep it going. Oh yes, yes, do it, keep on fucking me. Do I ever love this. Do I ever love the way you're driving your cock!"
"What a magnificent ass you have!" Jorge exulted.
"Do I ever love sticking my cock into it. Ah, this is what I call genuine satisfaction. I don't know of anything that could be finer!"
He released his cock from her besieged anus, then prepared another frontal assault, again driving his steaming pole into the searing inner tightness of Mary's gloriously acclimated asshole.
"Oh, you're in me again, darling," she gasped. "Jorge, baby, what a brilliant cocksman you are! You're wielding that thing beautifully! Oh, you're really driving it!"
Back and forth he maintained his stirring pace, each time shoving his steaming, fluid-filled dagger into her with additional impact. His lusty testicles slapped against the ripeness of her nether cheeks and his breathing became ragged as Jorge propelled himself ever closer to the grand moment of climax, the towering pinnacle of passionate satisfaction toward which he was building.
The searing crescendo of ultimate excitation was moving ever nearer as Jorge kept up his non-stop attack, letting his stirring organ sink against the tight, ravaged depths of his lover's bowels as he moved that much nearer to an exciting climax.
"I told you, Jorge my friend, just how good an ass this charming young lady had," Luis reminded him with delight.
"Oh, yes, but nothing could have truly prepared me for the glorious beauty which awaited me," he replied. "Oh how tight. What perfection. The way you wiggle your ass, darling. You know just how to do it. You know just how to excite me, how to give me the best possible fuck. Yes, this is so nice!"
His hammering organ slammed into the tightest depths of her anal passage several more times, and finally there was no holding him back as Jorge's body trembled and the first few drops of scalding white fluid began spraying into Mary's searingly devastated anal region.
"OOOOOHHHHH, THIS IS IT!" he gasped.
"Yes, I can feel it," she nodded, continuing to let her ass sway back and forth with unimpeded passion. "Unload inside me, my darling, oh, yes, keep this up!"
He plunged his prick as deeply as he knew how, heaving yet another loud sigh as the spurting drops of turbulent white juice gushed out of the end of his penis and into his lover's asshole.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, SO TIGHT, SO TIGHT, YOU'RE SO VERY GOOD!" he gasped as he watched the thundering procession of steaming white sperm continue to spray unabatedly from the end of his torrid cock.
"Oh, baby, you're coming buckets," Mary exclaimed, thrilling to every moment of the soaring erotic action. "Oh, honey, you're such a great fuck, and you've saved the best for last."
"Yes, Jorge, you can appreciate this woman," Luis laughed.
Jorge heaved one last deep sigh, after which the final few drops of his steaming white fluid spilled out of the end of his towering man meat and into his lover's asshole.
When Jorge withdrew his satisfied cock from Mary's anus, Luis Sanchez rose slowly from his chair. He walked over toward the water bed, leaning downward and patting Mary affectionately on the head.
"You made our guest feel very welcome, my dear," he told her.
"You certainly did," Jorge Velasquez grinned. "I enjoyed very much my experiences with both of these beautiful creatures."
Jorge got up slowly from the water bed, walking over toward the table where he had discarded his clothes, which he began putting back on slowly.
Mary stared in the direction of Luis' trousers. He was sporting a huge erection.
"Well, well, my dear," Mary smiled as she stared at his penis. "Do I ever love looking at that. That is so nice. I can see that you got excited watching the action."
"I guess I could hardly contain myself."
"Then I think it would be nice if I gave you some satisfaction."
Cathy watched as Mary calmly unzipped Luis' trousers, yanking out his hard, throbbing penis.
"You are always so helpful," Luis grinned broadly.
"Oh, yes, especially when I see a hard, aroused cock."
"It is all yours, my darling."
"That's good."
She cradled his erect organ in her fingers for several moments, then shoved her tongue forward, taking lusty charge of things with her spirited tongue efforts.
Mary's hair swayed in a self-generated breeze as her tongue worked up and down the inflated length of Luis' long, hot organ, and finally she reached down and cradled his bloated testicles, making him even hotter, bringing him even nearer to the point of climax.
"You've got me there, you've got me there," he finally exclaimed.
He rocked back on his heels and gasped loudly, placing his fingers tightly against Mary's head as the stormy sea of impassioned white penis fluid toppled spiritedly from the end of his cock and into her waiting mouth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cathy was left in her usual state of confusion relating to Luis Sanchez and his entire operation after the session with Jorge Velasquez.
Velasquez came and went without any explanation to her about what the visit was all about. She could see that the highly shrewd Sanchez was exceedingly careful about divulging information, at least to her. It was her opinion that Sanchez did not feel, at least at this point, that he could trust her enough to reveal confidential information.
Another thing plagued her greatly about the situation she was in. She did not know how long she had been kept captive in this lavish estate. She did not have access to a calendar, and even clocks seemed to be few and far between in the household. Cathy had the definite feeling that it was Luis Sanchez' plan to make everyone in the large household lose all sense of the passage of time, resulting in a pattern of remoteness and escape.
The one thing on the plus side that she could recount was that her basic needs were being attended to at Sanchez' estate. Aside from the times that she was forced into having sex without having any say in what went on, the rest of her stay was very much in the form of a vacation in which she was allowed to lie on the patio at poolside, a nude bather who ultimately acquired a tan as dark and rich as those of the other girls. The food and drink were excellent and plentiful, she had plenty of time by herself in her spacious room, where she was able to digest three paperback novels she had brought from home. Also, she was able to sleep as late as she desired so that she always seemed rested, except for those periods when she would stay out in the tropical sun for excessively long periods of time, and on those occasions she would take lengthy naps, upon which her strength would be replenished.
Despite the fact that there were some positive things to be said for her stay in this bizarre setting, Cathy never ceased worrying. She kept wondering if Luis Sanchez might be deciding to keep her around for good, just as Dolores and Mary had become permanent residents. Just as there was not so much as a fragment of rebellion in either young woman, she wondered if at some point down the road she would occupy the same position, a contented, docile figure enjoying the kind of escapism that this kind of life afforded.
She actually began wondering if, in time, she might actually opt for spending her life in this fashion. She had to concede that, except for the times when she was forced to have sex, she did not seem to be under any strong compulsions to do much of anything. There were no schedules to meet, no worries about work deadlines or pleasing people, sometimes people you did not even care for, no traffic jams, air pollution, or even having to go out and stand in a line at a supermarket.
Two days after Velasquez had left, she was informed by Ramon, who had contacted her in her room, that she would be Luis Sanchez' guest for dinner that evening. That meant one thing. She would be served up as the dessert.
It was not until Ramon left the room and she went back to her reading that it dawned on Cathy that changes indeed had taken place in her life. She reacted to Ramon's announcement with complete calmness, and was not even feeling so much as a tinge of fearful anxiety over a sex interlude.
She thought back and realized that her reactions toward Dolores and Mary had changed as well. After she had had her initial sexual encounters with Luis' two beautiful and altogether willing captives, she had felt a sense of shame in the aftermath of the sex. She tried to convince herself that she could never truly enjoy having sex with another woman, and that she had tolerated engaging in such a worked activity only because the sex had been forced upon her. She had only thought she was deriving enjoyment during the acts themselves because of the confusion resulting from her having been forced to engage in sex against her own wishes.
But now she was having sex on a regular basis with the two beautiful women, and admiring their tan and curvaceous bodies. The last two times she had had sex outside with them, she had actually suggested the acts. Afterwards she tried to tell herself that she was truly confused, and that the pressures of being a subjugated woman in a strange atmosphere far from her own country, far from her own home, were wearing on her.
Now she was beginning to realize that something
Luis Sanchez had told her early in her stay, and had repeated a number of times, was starting to bear the unmistakable stamp of truth. He had been confident that the young woman would blend into a freer and easier attitude toward sex, and would eventually wind up as uninhibited as Mary and Dolores.
Luis' words reverberated through her ears the rest of the day, and when she was sitting at the dinner table with him, sipping imported French wine and eating filet mignon, he paid her a compliment:
"I think you are adjusting magnificently. The Acapulco sun is having a pleasant effect on you. As beautiful a woman as you were when I first laid eyes on you, you are even more stunning now. Also, you do not have the same narrow attitude toward sex that you once had. You are learning that there is a good deal of pleasure to be derived from lovemaking. I will just tell you also that you are very popular with everyone here. You have blended in beautifully."
Once that the dinner ended, just as Miguel was beginning to clear away the dishes, a smiling Luis reached across the table and let the fingers of his right hand stroke against th sensuousness of her left inner thigh.
"You are so breathtakingly lovely," he murmured softly. "Oh, do I ever look forward to every delightful interlude with you. In fact, I long for them."
He released his hand from her thigh a moment later, and as she slowly eased herself up from the table, he looked at her and smiled.
"I hope you enjoyed the dinner," he said softly.
"Very much."
"Good. And I hope you will enjoy what is coming next every bit as much or more."
In a matter of a few minutes they were in the intimate, semi-darkened confines of Luis' bedroom.
They calmly removed their clothes, and before long Luis was wrapping his strong arms around her body and plunging his hungry lips forward, letting them make scorching impact against her lips as she felt waves of passion immediately beginning to circulate throughout her entire body.
Finally he released his lips from hers and, continuing to hold her naked body tightly against his own, he eased her downward into bed, planting his own warm, slightly quivering body on top of hers.
He reached down and let his fingers clutch warmly against the firmness of her perfectly formed breasts.
'This never ceases to excite me," he exclaimed. "I love touching these beautiful breasts. Oh, how warm, how appealing! They come alive in my hands."
While his fingers continued to pinch and squeeze against the warmth of Cathy's firm breasts, Luis Sanchez shoved his tongue boldly forward. He let it twist and thrust as it worked its way time and again inside the blonde beauty's mouth, and simultaneously he allowed his fingers to spiritedly roam against her breasts and nipples, filling her with wild waves of passionate enthusiasm.
Finally he released his fingers from her breasts and his tongue from her mouth.
He reached down and swiftly parted her legs, his firm fingers working their way up and down against the smoothness of the beauty's firm thighs.
"Oh, will this ever be great," Luis smiled.
Luis hurled his steaming cock forward, letting it plunge forward as he worked it inside her pussy. Instinctively she responded, her cuntal muscles tightening as her wiggling hips and buttocks thrust back and forth in the course of the hot screwing.
"That's it, fuck back to me," Luis excitedly exclaimed. "Oh, this is what I really love!"
His thundering cock continued detonating against the tightness of her ravished vagina time and again, and all the while his stirring fingers continued working up and down against her trembling thighs.
The swiftness of Luis' well-timed movements continued to dramatically increase until eventually he could hold back no longer, pushing himself to the brink of passion as his mammoth, rock hard organ hammered her again and again.
As for Cathy, she was also feeling the effects of the stormy action. Between her legs she could feel the scalding heat dramatically building as she pushed ever closer to climax.
"Ah, keep fucking back to me," an excited Luis called out, his breath coming in short puffs and gasps. "I'm just about there. I will be there in no time, my sweet."
He tightened the grip with which he held onto her thighs as he powered his cock into her again and again, driving himself ever nearer to the ultimate state of orgasmic satisfaction.
Several thrusting stabs later he let his fingers clutch sharply against her buttocks. His whole body rocked and spasmed as the streams of hot semen commenced jetting feverishly from the tip of his cannonading organ and into her vagina.
As she felt the semen spilling into her, and as her body rocked sharply, the juices began to shoot from her impassioned pussy. Now their were two rocking bodies in the throes of wild orgasm.
"Oh, this is so good, this is it, this is wild sex," Luis exclaimed as he watched the steaming juice spill out of his cock and into the simultaneously exploding organ of his lover.
Moments later it was all over, and now a smiling, admiring Luis was running his fingers through his lover's blonde hair.
"You have made such progress since you arrived here," he told her. "You are not the same woman. Not in any respect. I am in a better position to make such a judgment than you."
"I still don't have the faintest idea of what's going on around this place."
"Does it really make all that much difference?" he smiled. "Your needs are more than adequately taken care of. You are the picture of glowing and radiant health."
"Yes, but I'd still like to know."
"Why is it important to you?"
"I've always had a curious mind."
Luis Sanchez burst into loud laughter.
"You have a very quick mind. I can't help but admire that," Luis Sanchez said. "Well, there just might come a time in the not too distant future when you learn what is going on here. I just may unravel the mystery for you."
Cathy thought momentarily about querying her captor-lover about when she might expect her freedom, if at all, but thought against even raising the issue at this point in time. Things seemed to be going particularly well with Luis at the moment, and Cathy did not want to risk alienating him by making it appear that she was applying too much pressure on him. It was obvious that Luis Sanchez was the kind of man who would move when he wanted to, and not one second sooner. She had already pushed far enough by asking him what she had.
"I have truly enjoyed your company," he told her. "Each time I am with you I find you stimulating. And as for your abilities to perform the act of lovemaking, your inhibitions are greatly diminishing and you are becoming better all the time."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The day after Cathy had had sex with Luis Sanchez in his room, he talked to her one afternoon as she was sunning herself in the nude at poolside.
"There is a very influential man coming to visit us tomorrow," he told her, taking a sip from a glass of beer.
"Will he be staying long?" she inquired.
"No. Not long. A very brief stay. His name is Ricardo Gomez and he is a very influential man. You will be hearing more later."
Cathy was of the impression, after talking to Sanchez, that she would probably be a party to something in the nature of what had transpired in the backyard with Jorge Velasquez. She was therefore very surprised when Sanchez informed her the next day that she would be taken to meet Ricardo Gomez that evening.
Ramon came to get her in her room. She was supposed to be wearing her bright red bikini and nothing more. Cathy was immediately led by Ramon to a bedroom almost as lavishly appointed as Luis Sanchez'.
"This is our special guest bedroom," Ramon pointed proudly inside as he opened the door for her.
Cathy stepped inside the bedroom. Ramon closed it quickly behind her, leaving the stunning blonde alone with the muscular, handsome man with shocks of gray at the temples. The rest of his hair was coal black, and the man was sitting in the middle of the bed, totally devoid of any clothing. He had a well developed chest and powerful, sturdy biceps. His legs were lean but sturdy, also well developed.
At first she was taken aback over finding herself in a strange room with a strange naked man, but the shock diminished after the first few seconds. She realized that the old Cathy, the pre-Luis Sanchez Cathy would have been shocked and mortified beyond belief over such a state of affairs, and she realized that the fact she was no longer feeling so jolted indicated just how complete a transformation she had truly undergone since arriving at her present residence. Luis had been absolutely correct in his analysis.
"Good evening, young lady," the man smiled after a few moments of awkward silence had passed, in the course of which he had examined every curvaceous line of her desirable body.
"Good evening," she replied.
"My name is Ricardo Gomez, as I imagine you have already gathered."
"Yes. I was told I would be meeting you."
"You are incredibly stunning. Luis has spoken most highly of you, and you are all he has said, if not more. The first thing I would appreciate you doing is removing your bikini. I would appreciate it if you would remove it slowly enough to where I can get aroused watching. I want to enjoy it."
Before she even began undressing, Cathy gave some thought to Luis. In her estimation there was one and only one thing that he could have been doing at that moment. She was certain that he was watching the action on closed circuit television.
Gomez' eyes began twinkling with developing fascination as the blonde woman slowly began removing her bikini top. She observed the manner in which his fingers briskly reached down and began to grab hold of his rock hard penis. Up and down his fingers pumped with methodical desire as she removed her bikini top, and the moment she tossed it aside and her perfectly formed breasts popped free of any confinement, his fingers began to grind and thrust up and down against the throbbing length of his manhood at a quicker pace than before.
"Can you ever work me up fast this way," Gomez gasped. "Oh, yes. Now I want you to reach out and play with your lovely breasts. I want to see your fingers grabbing and tugging at them."
Ricardo Gomez' eyes sparkled as he watched the fingers of Cathy go to work firmly against the warmth of her breasts and nipples while the fingers of Ricardo Gomez manipulated up and down against the pulsating length of his torrid cock even more rapidly than before.
"All right, my lovely young lady, now I'd like to see you remove your bikini bottom," he told her, bringing his finger action against the torrid length of his cock to an abrupt halt.
Once again she did as requested, manipulating her fingers slowly but surely against her bikini bottom as she slid out of the skimpy material and stood a few feet away from the bed totally naked, while Gomez went to work once more with his busy fingers against the towering length of his searing manhood.
After he finished frantically tugging for several uninterrupted moments against the fervent base of his lengthy man meat, he released his fingers from his cock and stretched out on his back.
"Come and join me, my lovely lady," he called to her.
She eased her body into bed alongside the naked form of Gomez, who immediately eased himself on top of her and planted his head downward toward her breasts. His rapidly twisting tongue ground with devastating impact as it searingly glided against her succulent breasts, and Cathy had to admit to herself that she was dealing with a man who knew just how to excite her with his tongue. He moved it at just the right tempo, not too fast, not too slow, and all the while she could feel the towering waves of passion continuing to develop within her.
His detonating tongue worked and weaved frantically against her breasts and nipples for a few minutes longer, upon which he abruptly switched the action to her trembling legs. Up and down his swiftly thrusting tongue manipulated as he worked it against her tanned, coppery thighs, and the fervent movements only served to accelerate the feelings of excitement that bolted through her entire body.
Once that he had succeeded in heightening the arousal that Cathy felt through his superbly timed tongue movements directed at her thighs, he pushed his head between her trembling legs and allowed his tongue to go to work on the captivating pinkness of her already electrified vagina, which he looked forward to bringing to a state of delirious climax.
"Oh, that feels very good," she soothingly intoned. "You do have a wonderful tongue. I just love the way that you're working it. Yes, you really have the technique down."
Cathy was now beginning to push that much closer to the state of a wild orgasm. Her hips and buttocks bounced resoundingly against the bedsheets beneath her, and she heaved loud sighs and gasps as her lover pushed her that much nearer to the state of climax.
His driving tongue manipulated with ever increasing frequency, and now she had been pushed to the brink of orgasm. All the while, Ricardo Gomez inhaled the fragrant scent of her femaleness and continued his frantic pursuit of her searing nest.
"Oh, I'm getting so close now," she informed him. "It won't take long now. Just a few more strokes. That's all it will take."
Ricardo's fingers roamed the surface of her curvaceous, twisting ass cheeks as he propelled her that much nearer to the state of orgasm. Several hot plunging stabs later hse could hold back the fiery waves of passion no longer. The stirring juices began to explode from her furry vagina and into her lover's mouth.
"OOOOHHHHHH, GET IT ALL, SWALLOW IT ALL!" she gasped as the fluid shot from her vagina and into Ricardo's waiting mouth.
As soon as the final drops of pussy fluid had finished spurting from her inflamed vagina and into her lover's mouth, Ricardo promptly removed his tongue from her orifice.
While she was catching her breath in the glowing aftermath of orgasmic culmination, Ricardo took her completely by surprise as he moved into another phase of the erotic action.
Gomez reached down and grabbed hold of Cathy's thighs. He threw them quickly over his shoulders and stared down at the loveliness of her curvaceous ass.
"What a truly glorious ass!" he gasped.
"What's going on?" she asked in a startled tone. "I don't understand. Why do you have me in this position?"
"Oh, the best is yet to come, my darling," Gomez grinned. "I am going to show you what it is really like to be made love to."
She was just about to ask Gomez a question when he surprised her once more, this time by driving his sturdy cock forward and letting it plunge with reckless abandon inside the tightness of her anal passage, which had never been entered to that moment in time.
For several brutal moments the terrified blonde felt as if she were being knifed in half. She could have sworn that her very life was being seized from her. The pain was excruciating, and salty tears of pain began streaming down both sides of her face as her entire body shook.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, SSTTTTOOOOOPPPP!" she sobbed with acute desperation. "YOU'LL KILL ME, ABSOLUTELY KILL ME! OOOOHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE STOP!"
Gomez would hear none of it. He was already worked up to a steaming state of passionate desire, and the only way that he would feel ultimately contented was to shoot his juices, to literally erupt against the ravaged depths of the beautiful blonde's bowels.
He withdrew his cock momentarily, then planted it into her a second time, penetrating deeper and with greater intensity than before as he plunged his stormy cock into her to the depths, his bloated testicles slapping against her quivering ass cheeks all the while.
"Oh, what a tight ass!" he gasped. "So good."
"NNNNOOOOOO, NNNNOOOOOO, OOOOO-HHHHH, NNNNNOOOOOO!" the excruciating pain was felt profoundly once more as a fresh stream of tears gushed down both sides of her face, which reddened considerably during the ordeal that was occurring. "SSSSTTTOOOPPPPP, YOU BASTARD, YOU SADISTIC BASTARD!"
Gomez was so thoroughly aroused that neither names nor screams would faze him one bit. All he knew was that his. cock itched with lusty desire and that her tight anus afforded a perfect target, one he would continue pursuing until his penis exploded.
He hammered her over and over again with his swiftly driving cock, and after she had been sent into a state of excruciating passion the beautiful blonde began suddenly experiencing a new kind of sensation. In spite of the sharp waves of pain that she could still definitely feel, there were also throbbing waves of passionate desire that were simultaneously surfacing, to the point wherein she suddenly started wiggling her ass cheeks in rhythmic response to the torrid cock stabs being constantly brought to bear by Ricardo Gomez.
"Oh, I knew you'd finally reach this point," he smiled confidently. "Now it's not hurting so much and you're beginning to see the kind of sensations you can get from this."
His hammering spear slammed into the ravaged tightness of her asshole, penetrating her to the very depths of her bowels until, finally, he could withstand the passionate tempo no longer.
She closed her eyes as she began to feel the bolting drops of thick white semen which began inundating her anal passage, and she listened to the heavy gasping sounds he emitted as his sweaty body shook.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, WHAT A FUCK!" he gasped. "WHAT A SUPER, FANTASTIC ASS YOU HAVE!"
Moments later he collapsed in a heap next to her, having fulfilled himself to the ultimate degree.
"What a great ass," he smiled as he lay on the catching his breath.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The following day passed routinely for Cathy, with nothing more stressful than some nude sunbathing and reading in her room.
She took all her meals in her room, and after dinner, as she was absorbed in finishing another paperback novel, there was a knock on her door, after which Ramon entered.
"Senor Sanchez would like to see you, Senorita Cathy," he related.
"When, Ramon?"
"Right away."
"Very well."
Cathy was wearing her red bikini. She was certain that Luis Sanchez was in one of his horny moods, and would be wanting to entertain her in the privacy of his bedroom.
In place of leading her to Sanchez' bedroom, however, Ramon instead took her into the privacy of Sanchez' den. He was sitting behind a desk reading a book as she entered.
"I have brought Senorita Cathy, Senor Sanchez," Ramon said dutifully.
"Thank you, Ramon."
Ramon bowed and immediately left the room, shutting the door behind him, leaving Cathy alone with Sanchez. She was sure that, even though they were not meeting in his bedroom, that eventually that would be exactly where they would end up.
Sanchez set his book down on the desk, closing it. He looked into Cathy's eyes with great seriousness.
"I know that for some time you have been most curious about all that was happening here, especially the way that men like Velasquez and Gomez come and go," he began. "Well, the moment has arrived that you have been waiting for. I am now going to reveal to you about my operation."
She leaned forward in her chair, her heart pounding swiftly. Cathy sensed that a momentous occasion was at hand.
"My entire background has been in the intelligence field for different governments in Latin America," he related. "My compatriot Jose has been my assistant for years. Both of us have studied in your country, have worked on assignments in your country, and have lived from time to time in your country."
"No wonder you're so knowledgeable about our customs."
"Precisely. I, my dear young lady, was once known as the James Bond of Latin America. I was given a string of dangerous assignments. Finally I decided that it was time for a more peaceful life, and a less dangerous one. Even though I am not all that eager to take out a life insurance policy, it would be nice to know that I could if I wished to."
"I can understand that."
"So finally I decided to embark on a new assignment, one of entertaining distinguished civil servants and sometimes influential men in private industry of various Latin American nations in exchange for trade agreements or information that benefits various nations I work for. I think you can now begin to understand the picture better."
"Yes, and the vital role that girls like myself, along with Dolores and Mary, can play in this operation."
"Exactly. And I have girls at other stations, at other points throughout Latin America, and men who cooperate. We have to be careful about the women we let in, so often we bring them into the operation by capturing them, then leaving them in the dark about our operation. I have a specific reason for telling you all this now."
"Do you mind telling me what it is?"
"Yes. Tomorrow is the day you are slated to leave Mexico to return to Chicago and your job."
"You mean I've only been here two weeks?"
"That is all," he nodded. "With a girl like you I would ordinarily make an effort to ask her to stay here and become a part of our operation permanently, but I will not do that in your case. Unlike Dolores and Mary, who have adjusted to this life style, you would become restless and would be better off returning to Chicago and the law firm on La Salle Street where you work. In my estimation you would be foolish if you did not go back to John Macon and give him another chance."
"You know about that?" she shrieked with astonishment.
"You must remember that I have links in the intelligence communities in many nations, American included. I have ways of finding things out. I have checked you out thoroughly."
"You didn't talk to John, did you?" she asked with concern.
Sanchez shook his head.
"I operate more discreetly than that," he told her. "I have just made certain inquiries."
"I don't want to go back to him," she snapped.
"You can forget about the affair he had with the other woman. That is over and done with. Macon loves you. My feeling is that he simply did that to teach you a lesson. He didn't feel you were willing to extend yourself far enough. I believe that this experience has turned you into a different person. I think you're in a better position to adjust. At any rate, Macon has become a lonely and distraught young man since you left him and left the city."
"He has?"
"Definitely. You would be wise to give him another chance, particularly since it is my definite impression that you have strong feelings for him."
"Leave it to you. You can figure anything out."
"It is my business to figure things out," he grinned.
"You're not afraid to let me go?"
"Not at all. I have influential people in your country and elsewhere who, if needed, would give testimony and aid in other ways if anyone ever reported me. In addition, there were films taken of your sex activities, or at least many of them. In every case the male figures were silhouetted whereas you were clearly visible. I have never had occasion to use these films in the past, and I have kept them for insurance in the cases of other women, but they are stored in a vault just in case they are ever to be needed. Just as protection and nothing more. I have taken precautions against future repercussions."
"I can hardly believe that this whole thing is actually at an end," she shook her head.
"Have a pleasant evening," Luis Sanchez smiled, "and best of luck to you, my dear. Ramon will drive you to the airport tomorrow morning at ten. Goodnight and goodbye."
As she got up from the chair and walked toward the door, Luis took her in his arms momentarily and kissed her lips.
As she walked back to her room, escorted by Ramon, Cathy Hendricks felt as if her legs were turning to jelly. She could hardly believe that her ordeal had come to an end, and the oddest thing of all to her was that one side of her would be definitely missing this bizarre hideaway where she had spent the most revealing two weeks of her life in a captive situation.
