Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <!--ADULTSONLY--> CALIFORNIA FALLEN (MMM/FFF, Celebrity, Slavery) Cindy Silver Eyes /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ cse1986@rocketmail.com ***** This one stretches imagination more than usual, I guess... ***** Cindy was crammed into the auditorium with the rest of the students of USC - there were some who were pretending to be going along out of their own will, but everyone knew the truth, didn't they? Students were being hauled into the auditorium to listen to Carlos Fuentes, acting Governor of California, because any refusal were sure to be met with a violent punishment. Carlos Fuentes was the youngest son of Raul Fuentes, King of Mexico, and now ruler of California after the fall of the western state into Mexican hands following the big war. US forces still kept up their efforts across the California border, but these days it seemed more of an effort to hold on to territory, rather than to recapture California... And it was Carlos Fuentes who'd been ruling California for the last year on behalf of his father: He was 33-years old and was known to be extremely overbearing and cruel... He was known to rule over California with a heavy fist, and there was no shortage of ordinary and famous Californians who were rotting in prison or had disappeared altogether. He'd played no role in the military campaign and capture of California, but subjugation of the State and dismantling of US forces had been his doing... And Carlos Fuentes's arrogance was well-known too - he had no one to report to, except for his father, and his elder brothers who ran the Military and Commerce functions in Mexico... Carlos was rumored to rule hard - and party hard... He'd taken over the famous Hearst Castle as his primary residences... He had a habit of throwing lavish parties there, hosting not only the ruling Mexican elite of California, and his chief commanders, but also American businessmen who'd made peace with their new ruler and wanted to be in his good graces. But there were darker rumors too - not just about summary executions and Mexican brutality... But about Carlos's personal tastes... such that Carlos would just pick off young women off the street to rape and enslave... rumors of missing models and celebrities, who'd disappeared into Carlos's harem... rumors that he no longer enjoyed sex without taking women by force... it all sounded like stories made up to horrify his American subjects, but under the tyranny of its new rulers, California was in a draught of real information.... There were about 200 hundred students in the auditorium, surrounded by a few dozen Mexican soldiers, watching for any disruption. Cindy had found herself in one of the front rows as Carlos Fuentes entered the stage. He was in his military outfit, tall and fairly well-built, his light-olive skinned face sporting a dark, well-trimmed beard and piercing eyes... He spoke with perfect if accented English for close to 90 minutes - it was an unbearable bore as far as Cindy was concerned, but it was obvious the young ruler of California was entirely pleased with himself. He stood as arrogant as ever... The speech seemed to focus entirely on why Americans in California deserved no better than being ruled by their Mexican overlords, and as infuriating as this was, Cindy knew she was powerless to do or say anything. And with one look at her friends, she could see the same defeated, humiliated expression on their faces. They were beaten and conquered... And there wasn't anything they could do about it. Finally the speech ended - all the students were clamoring to leave but they knew they had to have the permission of the soldiers to leave and get to class... Few of Carlos's personal guards in suits stood next to him, and watched over the auditorium carefully. Cindy noticed Carlos leaning into one of the guards, and literally looking at her, as students were finally being released slowly - it seemed to her like he was pointing at her with his nod and whispering something to the guard. She turned around and followed her friends out. She'd been on path to her beginners Spanish class - Spanish fluency had been declared a requirement for graduation following the Mexican invasion - when she was stopped by the very guard Carlos had been whispering to... "Ma'am.." he said. "Yes...?" "I am with Mexican Protective Guard - will you follow me please?" It was supposed to be a request, but Cindy knew full well it was nothing but a hard, cold order... So, she followed the man into a long, black limousine. He was holding her by the arm, his grip tight without being overtly painful. She wasn't exactly shoved inside, but it was far from a gentle push... She was shocked to find him inside: None other than Carlos Fuentes, sitting comfortably, a cool glass of whiskey in one hand, a cigar in the other... "Hi there, pretty little American slut..." he flashed a cold smile at Cindy. "You did catch my eye in there... I almost couldn't focus on my speech..." Cindy shivered with cold fear - this man could kill her right now, and not a thing would happen to him. No one would even know. Even her parents would never know... And it would hardly matter if they did know... "Thank.. thank you, Sir..." she said. She'd gotten utmost attention from men all her life - she was used to it, and always made best use of it... Men were easy. But attentions of a cruel, powerful, hated dictator was hardly welcome... It was scary as hell... "Now, it is a long trip to my castle slut - and I figured best way to pass time would be a long, drawn-out blow-job from a sexy, blonde, American co-ed..." he said. "Like yourself... Would you not agree?" Cindy couldn't believe it. It was this simple? He could just pick her out from a crowd and have her summoned to him for sex? Just like that? She was supposed to be sitting in class this very moment. "Yes, Sir..." she replied, knowing no other answer was possible. "Good - then, unzip me slut... and take your Master's cock out... and do it with your teeth... I am in the mood for a long, fun trip..." What choice was there? "Yes, Sir..." Cindy replied And she slowly got down on the floor of the limo... ***** "Hi, what's your name?" the girl asked. Cindy turned her head - she'd just emerged from a long shower inside the room she'd been given and was still dripping wet. She must have just walked in without knocking. It was a brunette girl - a stunningly beautiful brunette girl to be specific. She was "dressed" in an extremely revealing outfit: A tight, pink top, which essentially consisted of one thin silk strap across the chest held in place by two spaghetti straps over the shoulders, thus showing an obscene amount of cleavage.. and a pink, silk thong... "Mine is Shannon... Here, I got your uniform... Don't worry - we're just server girls..." She looked about same age as Cindy - she wondered if Shannon had been a college student, too... "Server girls?" "Ah-hah... Now, put these on, come on..." Cindy did as she was told - she had no desire for any kind of punishment. Punishment that could have involved not just her, but her family, too... She'd arrived at Hearst Castle - now known as Castle Fuentes - last night; well-fucked by her Master, the acting Governor of California. He'd left the limo without a thought when they arrived at the Castle, and she'd died in shame as his men chuckled at the naked girl they found inside the limo - she'd been escorted inside through a back-gate as the men freely groped her naked body. But no one seemed to have the balls to do anything more to a girl picked up by Carlos Fuentes... The uniform she was given was the same as Shannon's... She put on the ridiculous uniform, and a pair of pink, 5-inch platform shoes, and followed the brunette through a long hallway into a serving area - a black bartender met them and handed over two trays with glasses of whiskey and champagne on it. He looked at the girls like he wanted to rape them right there, but it was clear he'd not dare to so much as touch them. Soon, Cindy was following the brunette again and they ended up walking into a large room with extremely high ceilings and a giant fire-place burning merrily. Some kind of classical music was playing. She took a deep breath as she saw Carlos Fuentes in the center of the room, seated comfortably in a big chair, enjoying a cigar and a drink just as she'd met him last time. But he wasn't the only man in the room - there were 4 or 5 other Mexican men seated around the room, about the same age as him, and Cindy immediately recognized at least two of them as high-ranking Mexican commanders in charge in California - they had a tendency to be giving speeches and making appearances on TV. The other men also appeared to be powerful Mexicans - and the way they seemed to be chatting and laughing with Carlos suggested they were good friends with the ruler of California. And then there were the girls - fully nude girls, one or two next to each man. "Take drinks to the men" Shannon whispered in her ear. Trying not to topple over, Cindy carried the tray towards the nearest man, whom she recognized as Cesar Cruz - she offered the tray and the rather portly Mexican picked up a glass of Champagne without even looking at her. He was busy with the naked girl who was seated on his lap, who was massaging his cock over the military trousers he was wearing and planting little kisses on him, as he fondled her heavy breasts. When Cindy saw who the girl was, she almost shrieked: It was none other than Adriana Lima! Cindy had done some amateur modeling herself - and she had a tendency to know about supermodels almost as much as the guys, much to the amusement of her friends. And she had no doubt that the naked girl pampering Cesar Cruz was Adriana Lima. The girl lifted her head up slightly and came eye-to-eye with Cindy - that certainly left no doubt for Cindy. It was her, caressing and kissing the tyrannical, flabby Mexican commander. And there was no doubt another thing, either: She might have looked like she was a nude lover in heat, indulging and pleasing her man, but one look into those eyes revealed she was scared and humiliated, and was serving the pleasure of Cesar Cruz not out of passion, but out of fear... Realizing she'd stood next to Cruz and Adriana Lima far too long, Cindy moved on to the next man: She did not recognize him, but he looked similar to Fuentes - tall, well-built, and clean-cut - except he sported a moustache rather than a beard. He took a glass of whiskey, just as he gestured the naked girl kneeling before him to begin his blow-job. And Cindy realized in further shock that the naked girl unzipping the Mexican man was absolutely none other than Alessandra Ambrosio! Cindy was almost mesmerized - there had always been rumors about the missing celebrities since California's defenses had unexpectedly collapsed in the big war. But to find these supermodels here, serving as mere concubines and slaves to the Mexican rulers... She felt more humiliated than ever at defeat... The girls were not even Americans, but just residents of California who'd found themselves in the hands of brutal invaders. The next man's pleasure was at a more advance level - not one, but two naked girls serving his pleasure: Cindy recognized them too: Jessica Alba and Megan Fox, licking together the obscenely engorged penis of Enrique Perez, whom Cindy also recognized as the security chief of Carlos Fuentes. He was quite a bit older than the rest of the men, and was a close friend of Carlos's eldest brother. He was rumored to be watching over Carlos as he ruled over California. He took a champagne, grunted loudly, and ejaculated all over the girls' faces. It felt like almost yesterday when she was watching these girls in movies... and now they were just slaves, in the shameful service of their Mexican overlords. Cindy felt sick in the stomach as she moved to the next man. A bald man in military uniform also - Cindy realized in shock the girl who was sucking on his cock was not one of the supermodels she'd so easily recognized, but actually none other than Tiffani Amber Thiessen. She almost froze and watched the big, fat, dark penis of the Mexican man sliding in and out of Tiffani's mouth. "What you staring at, girl?" the bald man chastised Cindy with a heavy accent. "Give me whiskey..." "Yes Sir" Cindy uttered in fear and handed over his drink. Unlike Enrique Perez, this man seemed nowhere near his ejaculation yet and Cindy had no desire to witness that - she moved away but came eye to eye with Shannon who was calling her over discreetly from the other end of the room. "This is for Carlos Fuentes" she said as she handed a fresh drink to Cindy, obviously meaning to emphasize the significance of serving the ruler of California. His drink looked like a tequila. "Did you notice the girls here?" Cindy asked Shannon, trying to keep her voice low... "They are all..." "Models..." Shannon said. "Actresses... celebrities... I know. Don't concern yourself with it." "But..." "Did you know..." she took a deep breath looking at Cindy, seemingly trying to soothe her own voice now. "Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera were here last week - a private concert for Carlos Fuentes and his friends. Except, this concert involved the artists stripping as they played their own songs... and you know how it ended? With Christina screwing Britney with a strap-on. And then the men screwed both of them... I had to watch it and serve drinks.. Just as they will be fucking all these girls six ways from Sunday in the next few hours - while we attend their cigars and drinks and whatever else... so don't concern yourself with it, it's no use..." "But still know, they are the lucky ones... Did you know about Jennifer Aniston? She was raped... gang-raped by Mexican soldiers. And now she is in some kind of military brothel for Mexican military officers near San Diego... Joined by Jennifer Love Hewitt. She was here last month. But I guess they tired of her... Or perhaps she was slow to follow orders or did not show sufficient enthusiasm in being their whore... Now, she's... she's there, at the fuckin' military brothel. Don't think about it - just take the drink and go..." "Ok... ok..." Cindy was about to head over, and then suddenly stopped and turned around. "You?..." "What?" "I know you... Christ! You're the girl from American Pie... Shannon... Elizabeth. Shannon Elizabeth...!" Shannon seemed hardly happy to be discovered. "Go" she said. "Go, serve the drinks..." Cindy made his way towards Carlos Fuentes - he was accompanied by two gorgeous women. She realized it was Miranda Kerr that was standing behind Fuentes, sweetly massaging his strong, wide shoulders... Cindy could almost see why Mexican women were all said to be wet for the young dictator. And Bar Refaeli was kneeling before him - giving the dictator a blow-job. Cindy once again had a hard time believing the sight before her... It felt like yesterday when she was reading about the romance between Leo and Bar Refaeli in the pages of People and Entertainment... She carefully handed over the young tyrant's drink. Carlos Fuentes grabbed the blonde co-ed and squeezed her left buttock with a loud chuckle. "Aah, my little university girl from the USC...!" Cindy shivered in shame as the powerful man grabbed her... "Do you speak Spanish, slave?" "Very little Sir..." Cindy replied, "but I am learning" she added in alarm. Fuentes laughed. He said some words in Spanish and the rest of the men all laughed. He turned to Cindy: "I told them you were the slut who kept me company after my speech yesterday..." He said more things in Spanish and there was more laughter from the other men: "I told them you are a great cock-sucker... better than all the girls here... So, they will all make sure to have you suck them off before they leave in the morning..." He downed the drink Cindy had brought him and slapped the girl on the ass: "Get me another". Cindy hurried back and brought a new drink for the man. Carlos took it and downed the glass once again. He spoke in English but seemed to address his comrades: "You know, I think our waitresses are extra sexy tonight... And I am in the mood for a little lesbian pairing - why don't you girls take a break and give us a good, long 69 to watch, hmm?" Cindy and Shannon both froze and looked at each other with shocked eyes. Cindy had never been with another woman before, the mere idea was enough to make her stomach churn in disgust. Even though Shannon was truly gorgeous... Their hesitance lasted only a few moments.. Cindy knew her life was at stake any moment she refused the tiniest order. They were now slaves, nothing more. She died in humiliation but made her way to the middle of the room, following Shannon's lead. Soon the brunette actress had undone her tiny little pieces of clothing and Cindy did the same in shame, even as the men laughed and commented in Spanish... Shannon pushed her on the floor, planted a shy kiss, and then laid herself on top of her, upside down, to fully comply with the order... There she was, Cindy, facing at another woman's pussy - she closed her eyes, darted her tongue out, and began licking, even as she felt Shannon do the same to her... They were slaves and nothing more. Slaves of their Mexican rulers... And she was suddenly wet - maybe it was Shannon. Maybe it was this, being a slave, a sex slave, along with some of the most gorgeous women in America, and serving her cruel Masters... Cindy was wet, there was no denying it... So wet, she was close to cumming... Cindy Silver Eyes /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ cse1986@rocketmail.com