The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a graphically sexual
nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners. Any 
resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story is 
intended for ADULTS only.  If you are under the legal age of consent in your local 
jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.


Customs - by - The StoryMaster

"Captain Sanchez, I demand to speak with my husband and family!" Jennifer Land
spat venomously, placing her palms flat on the surface of the big desk.  The ceiling
fan overhead squeaked as it rocked loosely in its mount.  Flies buzzed in the
background.  A steamy tropical breeze wafted in through the grimy curtains of the
office of the "Comandante de Policia".  

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

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

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

Taking this as a cue that she might continue her verbal assault, Jennifer stood up
straight, squared her shoulders, glared as menacingly as she knew how at the man
behind the desk and spoke as calmly and succinctly as possible.  "Captain Sanchez, I
am an American citizen.  I have been unjustly separated from my family and unduly
detained.  I wish first to speak with the consulate at our embassy.  I expect
immediately thereafter to be released from custody and reunited with my husband
and daughter.  I don't know how I can make these demands any clearer, Captain
Sanchez."  Having said her piece, Jennifer waited for the man's reply and, she
hoped, capitulation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While he watched her talking on the phone, Sanchez continued his daydream.  "Let's
see," Sanchez thought, doing the math while Jennifer rattled on with the 
embassy, "Daughter is fifteen, that means mother was seventeen when daughter
was born.  So, probably knocked up when she was sixteen.  Well..well..well," thought
Sanchez.  "This is indeed interesting.  The sassy bitch standing on the other side of
the desk started rather early.  I wonder if her weakling husband was her first and
only.  I suppose with one so young it's possible.  Interesting.  Very interesting.  It
shouldn't bother her too much then when her daughter follows in her mother's
footsteps."  This thought brought a smile to Sanchez's lips.

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

"Two hours," Sanchez muttered as he looked up at Jennifer Land from his musings. 
"Only two hours.  That doesn't leave us much time."

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

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

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

"I asked that you please remove your clothing, Mrs. Land," Sanchez repeated in a
cold tone of voice, his dark eyes sparkling wickedly.  "I don't know how much clearer
I can be."  He smiled up at the shocked young woman.  It was a cold, predatory smile
that sent shivers through Jennifer.

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

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

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

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

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

"You will learn to speak only when told, Mrs. Land."  Sanchez continued in his cold
conversational tone.  He wasn't even breathing hard.  "In my world, Mrs. Land, you
will soon discover that everyone, and I do mean everyone, follows my orders without
question or hesitation.  I expect no less from you, Mrs. Land."  Having said this,
Sanchez remained silent for a moment as if waiting for Jennifer to digest all that
he had said.  Then without warning he snapped, "Strip, Mrs. Land.  This minute!"

Jennifer took another step backward.  She wasn't beaten yet.  She wasn't going to
go down without a fight.  "It'll take more than what you've got to make me do
anything of the sort, you bastard!"  Jennifer hissed.  She looked like a cornered
alley cat.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jennifer's vile look made Sanchez pause, holding up his hand in mock surrender.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Land.  I didn't hear you.  Your answer, please, and have the
courtesy to look me in the eye when you speak."  He let go of her.

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

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

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

"Yes, yes, Mrs. Land.  I know.  And if my arithmetic doesn't fail me, you bloomed
early."  He almost laughed aloud at Jennifer's reaction.  "Tell me, Mrs. Land.  Have
you had many lovers, or just your husband?"  He reached out with both hands and
took Jennifer by her shoulders.  Jennifer tried to shrug his hands away, but was
unable to overpower the big man.  She looked down at her feet, resignation creeping
into her psyche.  "Mrs. Land, please look up at me.  You have such lovely green
eyes."  He placed two fingers beneath Jennifer's chin and raised her eyes to his.  

Jennifer tried to appear defiant and strong, but her courage was flagging quickly. 
She felt so alone and vulnerable here in this awful place with this horrible man.  She
didn't want to even think about what was going to happen next.  She didn't have long
to wait to find out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dios Mio!" Sanchez gasped softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Her skin is so very soft," Sanchez thought.  "American women do spend a lot of
time on their appearance.  In this one's case, it's been worth the effort."  He felt
Jennifer flinch when he squeezed the firm flesh just behind her hip bone.  "Love
handles," the American's call them," he thought with a smile.  "A good name."  He
allowed his hand to slip down onto the smooth satin covering the young woman's
fabulous backside.  Sanchez could feel Jennifer's body heat through the soft satin. 
He also noted with excitement the firmness of the flesh beneath.  In his mind's eye,
Sanchez saw that flesh compressing beneath the impact of a lover's thighs.  "Soon,"
he thought.  "Soon."  

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's better the man cooed.  Now, once again, Mrs. Land," he continued, his tone
of voice turning cold.  "I want you to remove your brassiere.  Don't make me ask you
again, Mrs. Land."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jennifer remained still, frozen by fear and shock while the big man inspected her. 
Now that she was fully exposed, there wasn't much she could do to prevent it.  She
caught herself musing, "I'm glad I shaved this morning."  Then she berated herself. 
"What am I thinking!"  

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

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

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

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

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

"Hold still!" Jennifer heard her attacker say in a commanding voice, followed by a
resounding "SLAP".  The loud sound didn't register at first until the pain hit.

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

"SLAP"

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

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

"Oh, God, He's touching me!" Jennifer screamed in her mind.  She felt Sanchez's
fingers slip between the outer lips of her sex.  Jennifer felt herself sliding into
shock.  Her head spun.  Her legs were weak and rubbery.  It was as if her captor
supported her from falling with his hand between her legs.  "He's touching me!  Oh
no.... Oh God.. Noooo!"

"That's very good, my dear," Sanchez said gruffly Jennifer parted her thighs,
however reluctantly.  He rocked his hand slowly from side to side pushing Jennifer's
heavy labia aside and allowing him access to the warm, moist flesh between.  He
thrilled to the feel of the woman's petal like inner lips against the side of his finger. 
"She's rather dry," Sanchez thought.  "But we'll soon change all that," he thought
with a wicked grin.

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

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

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

From somewhere deep down, Jennifer was able to summon enough courage given her
situation to say to the evil man, "Please, Captain Sanchez," Jennifer shuddered.  
"Do what you will with me, but please, I beg you.  Don't harm my daughter.  Please
don't hurt Emily."  

For a long time, Sanchez didn't answer, but continued to move his finger slowly in
and out of Jennifer, while he watched the play of emotions on her face.  When at
last he did speak, his comment took Jennifer completely by surprise.   "Tell me. 
How long has it been since you've had a real man, the kind of man who can make you
feel truly like a woman, Mrs. Land?"  

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

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

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

"Mrs. Land," Sanchez said, his voice tuning cold and threatening once more.  "Look at
me, Mrs. Land."  Reluctantly Jennifer raised her eyes to his.  Sanchez continued in
an almost instructional tone, "'No' is not a word that is spoken often in this office,
Mrs. Land.  I don't wish to hear it again from you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Si," Sanchez barked.

The door opened and a surprisingly good looking young man entered.  In English,
Sanchez said, "Ah, Lieutenant Mayan.  Please do come in.  I have someone here who
can't wait to meet you."  Jennifer thought she would die when without hesitation,
the young lieutenant crossed the floor and stood directly in front of her.  "Mrs.
Land, please say hello to Lieutenant Mayan."  Jennifer was speechless.  "You'll have
to excuse, Mrs. Land, Lieutenant," Sanchez said when Jennifer didn't respond. 
"Mrs. Land is a little shy at the moment, but once she gets to know you, I'm sure
she'll be more cordial.  Perhaps you might help her with that, Lieutenant."  Sanchez
suppressed a chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Remember, Mrs. Land.  I expect for you to be very nice to my lieutenant," Sanchez
said as he stared into Jennifer's terrified green eyes.

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

Sanchez only smiled as he watched Jennifer's expression of fear turn to one of pain
when Lieutenant Mayan kicked at the American woman's ankles, forcing her to
spread her legs.

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

"Slap.. Slap.. Slap.." the sound of Mayan's cock against the firm flesh of Jennifer's
award winning ass resounded in the room.

Next Jennifer felt what seemed to her to be a hot sphere press between her
cheeks.  The smooth, searing, hot object slipped lower.  Jennifer tried to move
herself out of harm's way, but found she was held firmly by powerful hands on her
hips.  The pressure increased.  Jennifer's eyes went wide and staring as she felt
herself begin to stretch open.  In a panic she shot a glance over her shoulder and
was met with the cold, businesslike gaze of Lieutenant Pablo Mayan.  When she
looked back at Captain Sanchez the man had leaned even closer so that his face was
only six inches from her's.  In a panicked voice, Jennifer Land gasped, "Captain,
please listen to me.  You don't have to do thi....."  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"SLAP!" the sound of a palm striking softer flesh resounded around the dingy
office.  "SLAP!" again.

"Nooo... Ohhh godddd!  Donnnn't!" Jennifer wailed as Mayan delivered a third firm
slap to her tender right buttock.  At the same time he rammed her viscously.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I do hope you don't mind, Mrs. Land," he cooed.  "I can't let my men have all the
fun.  Now can I."  He smiled as`he rolled Jennifer's supple breasts beneath the
palms of his big hands.  His rough skin made her tender flesh tingle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So it was that Jennifer didn't notice when Captain Sanchez carefully slipped the
surgical tubing around her arm just above her elbow.  She just barely noticed him
pull the tubing tight.  The "alarm bells" didn't actually go off until almost out of idle
curiosity Jennifer rolled her head to one side to investigate the source of
constriction around her right arm.  It was then that she saw Sanchez lean over her
as he guided the shining needle toward the distended vein in the crotch of the elbow
of her right arm.  Panic struck like thunder, but at the same instant, Lieutenant
Mayan lowered his full weight on top of Jennifer pinning her helplessly to the desk. 
Mayan held Jennifer's arms above her head in his vicelike grip, moving his own arm
out of the way a bit so Sanchez could maneuver the point of the syringe, which
glistened with a drop of clear liquid, to Jennifer's bulging vein.

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

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

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

"Oh... oh.. God!" she panted, her voice sounding metallic and far away.  "What's...
what's happening to meeeee..ee..ee..ee..ee.."  Jennifer's voice trailed away as the
powerful stimulant/depressant drug took her.  At the same time, Pablo Mayan began
to fuck her in earnest.  

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

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

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

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

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

Again leaning close to the teenager's ear, Sanchez whispered, "Didn't I tell you that
your mother was in good hands, my dear?"  He chuckled cruely.

"Mmm...mmmm!" Emily moaned against the palm of Sanchez's hand.  She began to
struggle ineffectually in the big man's grasp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just then there came a shriek from the direction of Sanchez's desk.  Jennifer Land
had just recently come out of her cocaine induced fervor long enough to recognize
her daughter standing in the clutches of the two men.  "Captain Sanchez, you
promised you wouldn't..... Uggghhhhhhh!"  Jennifer grunted when Lieutenant Mayan
rammed her hard.

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

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

"Oh yes, Mrs. Land.  I don't think Lieutenant Mayan is finished with you quite yet,
and it appears he has lost your undivided attention.  I think another dose will help
you to concentrate on the business at hand."  He pushed the needle into the vial
then pulled the plunger back, filling the syringe to capacity.  "By the way, Mrs.
Land," Sanchez said as he set the glass vial and syringe on the desk.  "Your
daughter is no longer your concern.  If you must know, I have given her to
Ambassador Jameson."  A smirk spread over Captain Sanchez's face when he saw
the expression of horror appear on Jennifer's face.  Jennifer shook her head in
stunned disbelief as Lieutenant Mayan restrained her left arm while Sanchez applied
the tourniquet.  Jennifer had all but forgotten for the moment that the man's penis
was still deeply imbedded in her belly.  She would soon be reminded.  As Jennifer
watched helplessly, Sanchez pushed the shining point of the hypodermic into her
waiting vein.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Emily Land had never really been fucked before.  The one time she'd allowed a
certain young man to "have his way with her", she had remained in complete control. 
Emily had planned the entire affair.  She had allowed the boy to "have" her only so
she could brag to her girlfriends that she was no longer a virgin.  The whole thing
had been quite contrived and sterile.  Emily had used the young man's inexperience
to her advantage, causing him to cum only seconds after bursting her hymen.  Emily
remembered the affair with mild disgust.  She had only just been able to push him
off of her before he'd ejaculated all over her tummy and thighs.  "Thank God he
hadn't cum inside of her," the haughty teenager had thought at the time.

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

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

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

Alarm bells must have gone off in Jennifer, somehow gaining her attention, because
as the filling heat spread through her abdomen, Jennifer Land, wife and mother let
out a gurgling cry.  "Nnnuuugghhhh... ooooohhhh... nugh... nugh... ooohhhhhhhh!" 
Jennifer's tummy bulged from the pressure of Mayan's offering.  The man's overly
large testicles continued to pulse copious amounts of ropey white fluid into the
waiting receptacle by the name of Jennifer Land as from her daughter a similar cry
erupted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End