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Chapter 65 Mexican Documentary
“The film you are about to watch was made by a dear friend of mine and Esteban’s, General Xavier Ortega, the head of Drug Enforcement for Mexico’s National Police,” announced Ramón Cardozo to everyone. He then took a seat in one of the comfortable front row chairs in the center of the Inca Dream’s Media Entertainment Salon.
They had just left the Dining Salon after an incredibly sumptuous seven-course dinner. During dinner, Esteban informed the diners a very unusual private film would be shown as the evening’s entertainment.
It had been an interesting day for Stacy and Portia. Part of it had been spent relaxing on the pool deck with the other women. Portia’s liberal handout of aphrodisiac-doped bottles of lubricant maintained the non-stop sexual pace.
The females had engaged in casual lesbian sex while the Posse members were in business discussions with the cartel. Stacy and Portia made it with several of the Latin beauties. Carina and Portia engaged in a passionate display of strapon sex that only ended when the two were completely spent.
Katyln organized a rotating twelve-girl daisy chain that permitted each of the females to perform orally on the others and in turn service the others with their mouth.
“Don’t you just love girl sex,” asked Portia her face buried between Mariana’s thighs?
“Yes, who needs a man,” said Stacy rising up from Wynona’s thighs to reveal a face covered in vaginal secretions.
Stacy was impressed when she realized in little more than hour, she had performed cunnilingus on eleven extremely attractive females and she had been the recipient of some of the best tongue she had ever experienced.
She had listened with quiet envy to Portia’s tale of her marathon fuck fest in the cabin of the security guards. “They couldn’t get enough of me. I had at least one cock in me for five hours,” said Portia. Mike had been too keyed up to have sex other than a blowjob.
“That’s all for tonight. I’ve got to be sharp tomorrow,” said Mike before taking several sleeping tablets. As he slipped off to sleep, Stacy held his warm ejaculate in her mouth, savoring the taste before she swallowed. She slipped the headphones on and ended her evening masturbating as she watched a hard core DVD of two incredibly beautiful and well-endowed Brazilian transsexuals having sex with a handsome male.
Stacy was seated in a comfortable chair beside Ramón’s. Her hair was up in a French twist and she was wearing a short cocktail dress made of a metallic gold material. She’d made liberal use of her grandmother’s antique gold jewelry. Ramon had one out of his way to complement her appearance when she had sat beside him at dinner.
The conversation had been mostly about his days as a student at MIT and his forays into Boston’s nightlife. He had been impressed to learn she and Portia were not only roommates but also Harvard students. Before dinner, Ramon had spent over an hour showing them the Inca Dream’s art collection.
“I’m not sure I can live with myself after I send one of the world’s twenty nine Vermeer’s to the bottom of the sea,” whispered Portia after the tour was over.
“Can’t be helped,” said Stacy.
Before dinner, Mike informed Stacy, Ramón and he had agreed to swap female companions for the remainder of the weekend. “You’re doing great, Stacy. Ramon wants you,” said Mike obviously pleased his future wife had attracted the attention of the planet’s most powerful drug lords.
From Stacy’s perspective, Ramón’s dark good looks appealed to her and for that matter, she had no choice. Mike was expecting her to impress Ramón with her skills as a lover. She flashed a welcoming smile at Ramón as he placed his hand on top of her thigh.
Stacy had no objections as Carina took the seat beside Mike then leaned over to kiss him. Mike, eager to sample the Brazilian beauty, unzipped her dress as they kissed then pushed it off her shoulders exposing her perfectly formed breasts.
“Magnificent,” he said as he placed his palms under them while using his thumbs to gently twist her nipples. The other members of the Posse followed their leader in exposing their partner’s breasts.
This is going to become an orgy realized Portia taking her seat beside Lou. Portia would have preferred to be the sexual partner of one of young virile Cardozo lieutenants but Mike had conveyed to her through Stacy how important it was for her to keep Lou under control. He had been drinking heavily at dinner and she had to steady him on the short walk to the Media Salon. The fact the ocean was getting rougher and the ship was yawing did not help.
Mike and Carina were seated beside Ramón and Stacy. Mike was all over Carina. He had practically undressed her. Portia hoped Stacy wasn’t jealous.
“Being swapped for a former Miss Universe is a complement,” was Portia’s comment when Stacy informed her she would be sleeping in Ramón’s cabin. “Watching you two world-class beauties get it on this afternoon is a memory I can get off to for the rest of my life. I just wish I had it on DVD.”
As the moviegoers took their seats, stewards served after dinner drinks as the men and several of the women lit up Cuban cigars. Stacy selected a fifty-year-old vintage port that would have sold for several hundred dollars an ounce at a downtown Boston restaurant then accepted Ramón’s offer of a Cohiba cigar.
“I saw you with Carina and the others on the pool deck,” Ramón whispered to Stacy. “It was muy caliente.”
“It was only us girls having fun, making do without our men,” said a smiling Stacy. She had noticed Ramón and the others watching as the women had sex around the pool. Carina and Stacy’s passionate encounter apparently had an effect on Ramón too.
“I disagree. You are a woman of exceptional beauty and passion plus intelligence and skill. Michael told me you were something special and now I believe him,” said Ramón.
“Carina is very special. She’s a goddess,” said Stacy realizing Ramón was setting the bar high. He was expecting her to fuck his brains out. Stacy made a mental note to pull out all the stops once she and Ramón were alone. It was important he consider her a super whore and nothing else, certainly not a danger to him or his brother.
“Carina is very beautiful but there are other qualities that are more important,” said Ramón placing his hand on hers and applying a slight pressure. “There are rare women whose passion is so intense they make the rest seem like play acting. They are capable of actions no man would expect.”
I wonder what the hell he is talking about thought Stacy. But before she could continue the conversation, the Inca Dream rolled strongly to one side.
“Wow, I heard Hurricane Danica is on the way, Ramón,” said Zack interrupting. Zack was not a good sailor and the ocean had been increasing rough as the day wore on. The medicated band around his wrist was the only thing keeping him from seasickness.
He and Katyln were seated in the second row behind Stacy. Katyln was kissing Mariana as she twisted and pulled her nipples.
The aphrodisiac is still working thought Stacy as she exchanged a knowing look with Portia. She wondered how long it would be before the evening ended in a pile of naked bodies. As it turned out, the film was fascinating enough to delay the start of the orgy.
“Yes, I spoke with Captain Ortiz earlier. Danica is now a strong Category Five but it is bearing to the northwest. The media are calling her the storm of the century. The Captain plans to cruise northward at an accelerated pace. We should be able to stay out of its way without a problem,” said Ramón. “The sea may get a little rough but there are wrist bands in your cabins that will prevent sea sickness.”
What Ramón did not know was that Lieutenant Felipe, Captain Ortiz’s second in command, had made a serious error when the entered the ship’s course in the navigation computer. The Inca Dream was not rushing away from Danica. It was on a collision course with the powerful storm.
“So what’s the movie,” asked Lou? “I hope it isn’t subtitled. Reading drives me nuts.”
“I’ll translate for you, Lou,” said Portia scooting over to take a seat in the big man’s lap making sure her panty-covered bottom was in contact with his penis.
“You speak Mexican,” asked Lou?
“My Spanish is Trenton barrio perfecto,” said Portia slowly pressing against the bulge in his trousers. She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “I am going to be your hot Latina whore tonight. If there is anything you want me to do, just name it.”
Ramón stood to address the others. “It is not widely known but General Ortiz attended three semesters of film school at UCLA. His first love is making movies and he aspired to becoming a director. Unfortunately, when his father and older brother were killed in a helicopter crash, family responsibilities required him to give up his dreams and attend the National Police Academy. Once he achieved a substantial position in the police, he has been able to resume his interest on a slightly different basis.”
“A cop making movies, maybe we should try that, Mike,” said Brad.
“We already make movies. Remember Stacy Does Cambridge and there was Stacy’s film with the Russos,” said Bobby. “Watching them made my cock hard.”
“I’m sure the film Ramón is going to show us is quite a cut above what we do back in Cambridge,” said Mike showing graciousness to their host.
“Xavier employs only the most technologically advanced equipment and techniques as you will see for yourself,” said Ramón flipping open the top of his chair arm and pushing several buttons. The lights dimmed opera-style as panels opened on tracks to reveal a wall-sized screen. The film opened with a picture of the Mexico City headquarters of the National Police. The camera moved slowly toward a Mexican flag whipping about in a strong breeze. The caption, A Production of The National Police of the Republic of Mexico, appeared on the screen as the Mexican national anthem provided the soundtrack. The anthem ended as the screen informed the audience the film was written, produced, and directed by General Ortiz.
The screen faded to black then opened to show a distinguished-looking middle-aged uniformed officer sitting behind a large desk speaking directly into the camera. There were several rows of medals on his chest and his shoulders were covered in gold braid.
Greetings, my fellow citizens, I am General Xavier de Rivera Ortiz, Director General of the Anti-Narcotics Department of the Mexican National Police. What you are about to see is a re-enactment of the pursuit, arrest, and interrogation of four drug criminals apprehended in the state of Quintana Roo outside the resort city of Cancun.
While some of you may consider this documentary unsuitable for viewing due to its violent content, I must stress that no innocent Mexican nationals were harmed in its production.
The four criminals were members of a brutal and violent narcotic gang headquartered in Los Angeles, California. Such gangs have murdered more than two hundred National Police in the last year plus many ordinary citizens. Your National Police are dedicated to eradicating the many narco-criminal gangs located in the United States that prey upon the lawful citizens of the republic.
“The joke is it’s not a re-enactment. It is the real thing,” said Esteban as the camera showed what appeared to be American college students playing volleyball and Frisbee on a beach. The camera lingered on young girls clad in the briefest of swimwear. “The General has an incredible sense of irony.”
“You mean what you see really happened,” asked Mike?
“Exactly, no one is acting. It’s reality. A film crew personally directed by the General filmed everything as it was, as you say, going down,” said Esteban.
“It’s high definition digital video,” whispered Portia. “You were correct about production values, Ramón.”
“The system you are viewing is all digital HDTV,” said Ramón. “And the sound is Dolby-4 in a surround sound configuration.”
A voice over announcer began.
Our story begins on an April night in the resort city of Cancun outside the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. It is Spring Break in the United States and the city is crowded with American college students who have come to buy drugs.
Credits done, the screen showed four attractive young girls walking down the steps of the Ritz-Carlton Cancun to get into a taxicab. They were dressed in what Stacy would term expensive resort wear that emphasized their long well tanned legs. They had the appearance of carefree college girls from affluent families. One of the girls got in the front seat and kissed the driver.
Americans decided Portia and since the Ritz Carlton isn’t cheap, they are definitely wealthy.
As the car drove away from the hotel, the screen changed. It showed what Stacy took to be a high school annual picture of a wholesome girl next-door blonde. A voice over announcer began to speak.
The four drug criminals all claimed to be college students. We repeat their cover stories that were later proven to be false.
Chelsea Cooley, of Malibu, California, sophomore at University of California at San Diego. Chelsea is twenty-three years old. She is planning on joining her father’s talent agency when she graduates. She works part time at the agency in the summer when she’s not in school.
The screen changed to a picture of a different girl. This one was very attractive with long blonde hair. In the picture she was dressed in a cheerleader uniform. The announcer continued with what sounded like a brief bio that sounded like it was extracted from a yearbook,
Beverly Rockland of Brentwood, California, sophomore at UCSD. Beverly is twenty-three years old. Beverly’s father is a well-known record producer with over seventy-five gold and platinum albums. Beverly has not decided on her college major.
Another scene change, this one showed a statuesque blonde whose superstructure made the sweater of her cheerleader costume stand out.
Cynthia Parsons of Brentwood California, sophomore at UCSD, Cynthia is twenty-two years old. Her father composes music for films and has four Oscars to his credit. Cynthia is pursuing a career in financial services.
She and Beverly Rockland have been best friends since elementary school. Both girls were arrested for drug possession while attending high school. However, due to the intervention of their rich parents, the charges were dropped. Cynthia was arrested six months ago for driving while intoxicated. The charges were later reduced to reckless driving. This is an example of how justice favors the wealthy in the United States.
The fourth girl was a petite blonde whose high school yearbook picture contained a banner identifying her as Most Congenial.
Annette Whiting of Beverly Hills, California, sophomore at UCSD, Annette is twenty-three years old. Her father now deceased was an executive at Paramount Pictures. Annette hopes to works in the movie industry in the creative side of the business.
The scene changed to one following the taxicab over narrow city streets. As they traveled along a row of ocean front hotels, the voice over announcer provided additional information. The camera watched as the four exited the cab in front of a busy nightclub.
The four criminals are masquerading as innocent college friends on spring break in the resort city of Cancun. They had arranged to meet Senor Miguel Reyes in a nightclub called The Inferno. Senor Reyes is a local narcotics dealer under surveillance by the National Police. The four American drug dealers informed him they were interested in purchasing five kilograms of pure cocaine. One kilogram they planned to use themselves. The others they planned to sell when they returned to the United States. Let us listen to their conversation.
The scene switched to the dark inside of the nightclub. Stacy strained to make out the conversation of the four girls seated with a man at a small table. There was a barely audible recording of the girls asking in halting Spanish if he could broker the purchase of five keys of cocaine. The loud salsa music in the background almost drowned out audio.
The next scene was almost too dark to view. The action was apparently taking place in an alley behind the nightclub. Salsa music could be heard in the background. Two o the girls were on their knees in front of the man.
During the drug buy, Chelsea and Annette agreed to provide oral sex to Miguel Reyes. They American whores coated their lips with cocaine before they touched them to Miguel’s penis. This heightens the sensation of the act.
In America, depraved schoolgirls provide oral sex to older men for money. They refer to oral sex accompanied by cocaine as a ‘hum and coke’. During the evening undercover police observed the females having sex with numerous males and a woman in the club’s VIP room. This type of immoral behavior is typical of American students who come to the Yucatan for college vacation
The following day, Senor Reyes picked up the four girls at their hotel and drove into the countryside to buy drugs.
The camera showed the four jumping eagerly into a Range Rover. All four of the girls greeted Senor Reyes with a kiss. The Range Rover drove out of Cancun into the countryside. A telephoto lens showed the Rover stopped at the gate of a walled hacienda. After a brief exchange with guards armed with assault rifles, the gate opened and they inside. The announcer spoke in a whisper.
Our surveillance team followed them to the hacienda of Senor Manolo Campo, known head of the Cancun drug cartel. A vicious criminal born in Guatemala, Senor Campo had corrupted the Quintana Roo state authorities with enormous bribes. Officials he could not bribe were murdered along with their families including very young children who were raped before being shot in the abdomen.
“Manolo was a small time distributor from Chihuahua we decided to throw to the wolves,” interjected Esteban. “He demanded a bigger share and became a problem.”
“He was a greedy peasant,” added Ramón. “The General killed him too quickly. I would have slowly removed his testicles and made him eat them.”
The next scene showed the Range Rover driving out the same gate. Once again the camera was following the car over back roads. The scene went on for a considerable time causing Stacy to decide the General’s film could use a good editor. Finally the scene changed as half dozen police vehicles quickly surrounded the Range Rover. Heavily armed police surrounded the driver and girls. They weren’t gentle about it as they dragged the terrified girls out of the vehicle and threw them to the pavement and started kicking them. One of the police reached down to rip the front of Chelsea’s blouse open. The girls cowered on the ground, their arms protecting their face.
“The General himself was present at the arrest,” said Esteban as an armored car arrived on the scene.
General Ortiz with an aide following closely behind approached the vehicle. He removed a nylon athletic bag from under the car seat, unzipped it and removed five plastic bricks of white powder. He smiled at the camera as he held the bags up like they were trophies.
After handing the cocaine to his aide, the General walked over to the five captives. Hands cuffed behind their backs with plastic ties, they were kneeling by a police van under heavy guard. Except for Chelsea who Stacy took to be the alpha female of the group, the women looked frightened out of their wits. The next scene shocked the audience.
The General took out his semi-automatic pistol, cocked it, placed it on the back of the head of Miguel Reyes and without hesitating pulled the trigger. Most of the front of Senor Reyes face was blown on to the pavement. The hysterical women were splattered with blood and brains.
“Fuck, you see that. He blew the motherfuckers brains out,” blurted out Lou. “That takes balls.”
“My old man said he used to shoot Viet Cong prisoners in the head during the Vietnam War,” said Brad. “He used a dumdum bullet. Pow, one shot and brains are all over the other prisoners. It scared the living shit out of any VC who’d refused to talk.”
On screen the four now traumatized girls were being loaded into the police van. Several uniformed police got in the van with them. The camera watched as it drove off then recorded two police dragging the body of Miguel Reyes to the side of the road before rolling it into a drainage ditch.
“What do you think, Stacia,” asked Ramón reaching behind Stacy to unzip her dress?
“Fascinating, Hollywood’s loss is Mexico’s gain,” said Stacy pushing the straps off her shoulders then standing to step out of the garment leaving her in only her panty. Ramón graciously bent down to kiss each of her breasts. The voice over announcer continued as the scene changed.
Supplied with irrefutable evidence, Manolo Campo was a major drug dealer, General Ortiz ordered his men to raid the Campo estate and take Campo and his gang into custody.
The next scene took place back at the Campo hacienda. A large truck with something that resembled an armored plow smashed through the heavily fortified gate as the guards scattered. There was concentrated gunfire as the soldiers shot down the fleeing guards. The camera jerking wildly followed a group of police wearing body armor as they rushed through the gate behind the truck.
The camera jumped around as it trailed the assault team up the drive to the main house. The bodies of guards lined the driveway. Repeated blasts of automatic gunfire poured out of the surround sound system.
The camera followed four policemen as they moved from room to room shooting everyone they met including those who fell to their knees to surrender. The four passed through a room where soldiers were raping a screaming pregnant woman. Her white legs were kicking the air as one of the police thrust in her.
“Manolo’s wife,” said Ramón. “After they raped her, they cut her tits off then slashed her throat.”
“Wish we could handle perps like that,” said Lou. “Save a lot of fucking time.”
The scene switched to what Stacy assumed was the patio or the veranda. There were several men and women kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs.
“The fat pig in the bloody blue shirt is Manolo,” said Esteban.
The pace slowed as the camera showed General Ortiz arriving then congratulating a subaltern on the success of the raid. The General made a short speech thanking the men for their efforts. Then he saluted and left. The subaltern borrowed an assault rifle from one of the sergeants and proceed to kill the kneeling prisoners with a long burst of fire. He killed Manolo last.
“Man, they don’t screw around with dealers in Mexico,” said Bobby. “There’s none of this Miranda bullshit.”
The camera did a final room-by-room pass through the hacienda taking a close up of the dead. The woman who was being raped was now lying silent in a pool of blood. Stacy counted over twenty bodies.
The next screen showed the police van arriving at a stone building inside a heavily fortified facility surrounded by thick stonewalls. A caption read Nation Police Headquarters. The camera focused on the Mexican flag flapping in a stiff breeze then returned to the police van.
The camera showed the four now disheveled girls exiting the van. The police were laughing and smiling as they stepped down. One of the men was zipping his pants.
From the appearance of their torn clothes and makeup, it was obvious the four had been beaten and raped during the van ride. One of the policemen held up what Stacy assumed was a fist full of panties then pressed them to his nose. The voice over announcer kept it simple.
The criminals arrive at police headquarters for interrogation.
The four passed slowly be the camera lens. When Annette Whiting realized the camera was directly in her bruised face, she spoke up.
“They raped us. Please, someone get in touch with the American Embassy. My name is Annette Whiting. I’m a college student.”
“Annette honey, you do the crime you better be prepared to do the time,” said Zack laughing.
“Any of you Posse guys ever raped a perp on the trip downtown,” asked Katyln?
“I screwed Bobby and Brad in the back of the police car after they arrested me,” said Veronika.
“That wasn’t rape. It was consensual. She did it willingly to stay out of jail,” said Bobby. “She couldn’t wait to get our cocks in her Russian pussy.”
“Ukrainian pussy,” corrected Veronika.
“You know, Bobby, there are misinformed people in the world who would not consider that consensual,” said Portia stroking Lou’s cock with one hand while she massaged her clit with the other.
“Lots of dumb shits out there who don’t know how the system works,” said Brad. “I can’t be responsible for their stupidity.”
“Most of the time, you arrest a decent looking female for drugs or prostitution, she’s more than happy to put out rather than go to jail,” said Mike. “It’s one of those situations where both parties receive equal benefit.”
“Or even shoplifting,” said Stacy laughing as she looked at Mike who was too busy kissing Carina to react to her remark. Stacy suppressed a spark of jealousy.
On screen, Annette was paying for her outburst. One of the police grabbed her by the hair and bent her over to capture her head between his knees bending her over at the waist. He pulled her shirt up to expose her bare back then grabbed her tied wrists to hold her still.
A second officer produced a wicked looking police baton and took a position to one side. Off camera, the director shouted something and the policeman moved to her other side facing the camera. He struck Annette across her lower back. The leather baton made a surprising loud smacking sound as it landed. Each blow was punctuated by a loud scream. After a half dozen kidney smashing blows Annette was allowed to collapse to the ground moaning.
Apparently turning Annette’s urine bloody was not sufficient punishment for her transgression because she was lifted and held upright so a stocky officer could use her bare midriff as a punching bag. He landed several sets of one-two combinations indicating he’d spent some time in the gym working the body bag.
An officer yelled a command interrupting the beating. Annette fell to the pavement not moving.
“Damn good beating, cunt will piss blood for a week,” said Zack pulling a now naked Katyln out of her chair into his lap. Katyln deftly guided Zack’s cock into her vagina as she sat down.
“I love to be fucked while watching a good movie,” said Katyln relaxing back against Zack’s bare chest and making a request. “Play with my tits. Hurt them when they do things to the girls.”
On screen Annette had been rendered incapable of walking by herself. From somewhere a short pole arrived. It was placed under Annette’s arms that were still cuffed behind her back and used to lift her. Another policeman grabbed her feet since she wasn’t able to walk. Her short skirt rode up as they lifted her. The voyeuristic camera came in for an extreme close-up of Annette’s bare sex as they carried her inside. Something Stacy assumed was semen was visibly seeping from Annette’s vagina.
“I like this better than California porn,” said Chloe. “It’s hotter and more real.”
“It is real. Is there a cunt in California that isn’t shaved,” asked Mike watching the camera close-up of Annette’s bare sex.
“Having hair on your pubes is not in fashion these days,” said Katyln.
“I know guys who like a full bush,” said Lou. “But they’re real perverts.”
“I never shaved my pussy until I came to this country,” said Veronika.
“I don’t suppose they have rape kits in Mexico,” said Portia somewhat amazed at the Posse’s reaction to the film. It reminded her that American Indians cheer when a movie shows Custer and the Seventh Cavalry being slaughtered at the Little Big Horn.
“What would be the point,” asked Chloe? “Since they were stupid enough to get caught those girls deserve what they’re getting.”
The scene changed to an interrogation room. A young officer is seated at a table examining papers and what appeared to be American passports. His uniform is immaculate and perfectly creased. He is movie star handsome with curly cold black hair and a thin mustache.
“I’d do him,” said Chloe.
“We all would,” said Wynona.
“Reminds me of a young Antonio Banderas,” said Katyln.
“Sluts,” said Zack laughing as he pinched Katyln’s nipple hard causing her to gasp in pain.
A burly police sergeant and a fat corporal were talking quietly in the corner of the room. Chelsea Cooley arrives accompanied by two escorts. Her blouse has been ripped open and her bra was visible. One of her guards cuts the elastic band tying her wrists.
“This is where the film becomes interesting,” said Esteban. Esteban was seated alone on a couch. He patted the seat and spoke to Mark. “Senor Mark, you and Wynona care to join me.”
“Love to,” said Wynona pulling Mark out of his chair. Wynona had learned from the others that Esteban was bisexual and she was anxious to participate with Mark in a three way. Mark recognized it was responsibility as the Posse’s bisexual member to do whatever it took to make Esteban happy.
“Nothing like a good police film to get me hard,” said Lou as he maneuvered his penis inside Portia’s vagina. Portia wiggled her rear to achieve deeper penetration then contracted her abdomen to well Lou’s member.
“Can you imagine being caught in a drug sting and finding yourself at the mercy of the Mexican police,” asked Mark?
“Or even worse, the Cambridge Police,” said Stacy laughing. Stacy recalled Leslie Cabot’s story about being arrested by the Mexican police and having to spend several months in rehab after she was released.
“The Russian police are the worse especially if you are a woman,” said Veronika. “My sister was arrested in Moscow with a bag of pot. After they raped her for two days, they beat her so badly she spent three months in the hospital. They tore up her vagina and asshole. They knocked all her teeth out.”
“The Posse has had its moments. Haven’t we guys,” said Mike?
“Fucking right we have,” said Lou relaxing as Portia began to raise and lower herself on his cock.
Stacy allowed her hand to wander to Ramón’s groin as she watched and listened to the General’s film. The interrogation of Chelsea had begun.
Chelsea: What the fuck is that camera for?
Captain: It is standard procedure during interrogations. It assures you are treated fairly. I am Captain Rodrigo Cassano. Identify yourself please.
Chelsea: My name is Chelsea Atkins Cooley. I want to call the American Embassy. As a citizen of the United States, I have the right to do that.
Captain: That is not possible.
Chelsea: Why?
Captain: Because I say so.
Chelsea: That’s bullshit. You better allow me to call or I’ll tell everyone we were raped on the way here.
Captain: That’s a serious charge. But it is a matter for later. Undress.
Chelsea: What? No way. You’re out of your fucking mind. Go screw one of your beaner whores.
Captain: You must be searched for drugs hidden on your person. It is necessary you undress.
Chelsea: I said no fucking way. Didn’t you hear me? Your men raped my friends and me after we were arrested. They made us suck their cocks then lay down on the floor in that filthy piece of crap they called a police wagon. I was raped twice and they beat the living shit out of Annette. All of you are going to jail.
The police captain shook his head and looked indecisive for a moment. He lit an American cigarette. Then he shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
Captain: Sergeant Morales, undress Senorita Cooley.
Sergeant: Yes, Captain.
Chelsea: If he touches me, I’ll scream.
Captain: And who would hear you or care if they did.
Chelsea: Only a female officer should be allowed to search female prisoners.
Captain: I am afraid we have a different set of rules here.
The Sergeant and Corporal moved toward Chelsea. Chelsea quickly changed her mind and slipped her torn blouse off her shoulders.
Chelsea: No, I’ll do it. You’ve already raped me. What’s the point?
The Sergeant took the blouse from Chelsea and handed it to the Captain who examined the label then set it aside. The three watched as Chelsea unhooked and removed her bra. She straightened her back and shoulders lifting her obviously augmented breasts. She tossed the torn blouse to the Sergeant.
Chelsea: Take a good look, you sick bastards. When the American Embassy finds out what you have done to my friends and me you’re not going to be smiling.
Captain: I assure you, Senorita, the Republic of Mexico has the full support of the United States government in dealing with their nationals who violate our country’s drug laws. We work closely with your Drug Enforcement Agency. They have an office in this very building and have been informed of your arrest.
Chelsea hesitated for a moment then took a deep breath before unhooking her skirt and allowing it to drop. She wasn’t wearing any underpants.
Chelsea: One of the motherfuckers who raped me kept my panty. He’s probably using them to jerk off with. Hey, what are you going to do?
The Captain had reached into a drawer to remove a pair of surgical gloves and a jar of lubricant.
Captain: Perform a cavity search. It is a required procedure. I understand such searches are also performed in the United States when your Border Control apprehends one of our citizens seeking honest work. In fact, they search the women with many others including fathers and brothers looking on.
Chelsea: That’s a lie. We don’t do that.
Captain: Lie down on the table on your back and spread your legs, please.
Chelsea: Is that how you get your kicks?
Captain: Do you want the Sergeant and the Corporal to force you? I assure you they are perfectly willing.
Chelsea: No, I’ll do it.
Chelsea walked to the table and sat down. As she leaned back the Sergeant and Corporal grabbed her ankles and pulled them back toward her head.
Chelsea: Fuck, that hurts. Take it easy. I said I’d cooperate.
Her interrogators ignored her offer as they bent her like a hairpin. It’s a good thing she’s still young and flexible thought Stacy as Chelsea’s toes were forced against the tabletop right by her ears. The Corporal climbed up on the table and used his knees to pin her shoulders while he held her ankles under his armpits.
“Katyln was talking about how she missed never being cavity searched. Would you like that, sweetheart,” asked Zack.
“I’d prefer the American Border Patrol. I want an audience,” said Katyln.
“The Sergeant produced two flat metal bars he forced into her vagina. The bars had a short ninety-degree turn on the end. The Sergeant hooked the edge inside Chelsea’s opening. From the interrogator’s practiced manner, the viewer could tell Chelsea’s was not the first female vagina they had searched.
Stacy watched the Sergeant’s muscular arms tense as he pulled Chelsea’s vagina open. Chelsea responded with loud screams.
Chelsea: Christ, you’re killing me. Stop, please.
This is the perfect audience for this kind of film thought Stacy looking around the salon as she licked the head of Ramón’s cock. Ramón’s legs were spread open across the chair arms. Stacy was taking it slow making it last. One hand cradled his balls while the other stroked his saliva slick cock. The Posse and its female contingent were watching the screen while they engaged in various sexual activities. Lou was on the receiving end of what Portia called her slow motion fuck. Most of the females were managing to keep their mouth on their partner’s cock while watching General Ortega’s production.
Mark and Wynona were sharing oral duties for Esteban’s cock. Esteban had a finger in both their ass.
The only ones not engaged in some form of sexual play were the three members of security who were standing at the back. And I bet they’d like to, decided Stacy but duty calls. Enrique, the enormous dark skinned man who was the Cardozo’s Director of Security was watching Stacy suck Ramón’s cock. From the way he was staring and the tent in his trousers, it was obvious he wanted to join them.
Chelsea’s loud screams and curses filled the Salon. Captain Cassano had neatly rolled up his sleeve. He was none too gently forcing several gloved fingers into Chelsea’s spread open vagina. He started with two fingers ignored her protests when he inserted three and then four. The Sergeant and Corporal were holding her on the table as the Captain formed his fingers together for full entry.
Stacy recalled it was not that many months ago that Mark and she had visited his dad in prison and she had been the subject of a cavity search. But that had been a woman’s hand and there was a speculum to open her cavity. Stacy watched fascinated as the muscles in the Captain’s arm hardened when he began his final push.
Stacy knew fist fucking was a learned skill she and Portia had mastered after sustained effort. They employed dildos and butt plugs gradually increasing in girth to train each hole to relax.
Chelsea Cooley was obviously not trained to accept another person’s hand in her vagina. Her pitiful screams filled the room as the Captain’s hand finally slipped inside. The Captain smiled at the achievement of his goal then to Chelsea’s utter dismay reached deep in her womb to complete a very thorough search. The Captain appeared disappointed at his failure to find drugs. The police released Chelsea allowing her to collapse across the table. She turned on her side and rolled up in a ball clutching her abdomen.
The Captain peeled off the glove and threw it in the trash. It was at that moment, Chelsea said something stupid.
Chelsea: I’m going to have you bastards put in jail for the rest of your life. Then I’m going to hire someone to rape your mothers.
Captain: Sergeant, turn her over. Perhaps she has drugs in her rectum.
Chelsea: Please no, there’s nothing in my ass.
The Sergeant and the Corporal flipped Chelsea over on her stomach with her legs hanging off the table. The Corporal used a cable tie to secure her ankles to the table legs. Once her hands were similarly tied, her arms were pulled across the table and tied with a rope to a nearby pole. The Corporal put his weight into the rope stretching the girl to the point her shoulders were on the verge of dislocation
Chelsea screamed as the Sergeant inserted his spreader bars in her anus. The Corporal grabbed a similar pair of bars and inserted them.
Sergeant: The prisoner is ready.
Captain: Thank you, Sergeant Morales. Proceed.
Both policemen strained to pry open Chelsea’s anus.
“Now that is how a cavity search should be conduced,” said Brad watching as the camera came in for a close up of Chelsea’s open anus.
Captain Cassano took his time. He slowly donned another surgical glove. He opened his desk door to remove a jar of a white substance.
He walked around to where Chelsea could see him.
Captain: Threatening the National Police is a crime, Senorita Cooley.
Chelsea: What’s that in your hand?
Captain: In your country, they call it lard or fat.
Chelsea: What are you going to do with it?
Captain: Put it in your ass so I can tell if you have concealed drugs.
Chelsea: My parents are rich. They can pay you a lot of money to let me go.
Captain: No doubt they will.
Chelsea: And until they do, I’ll be nice to you. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll make sure the other girls do whatever you want. They listen to me.
Captain: I’m afraid we are already past that point, Senorita. Hold her still, Sergeant.
The Captain walked around to Chelsea’s rear unscrewing the jar lid as he walked. He dug three fingers into the dirty white substance then transferred it to the inside of Chelsea’s rectum. Ear splitting screams blasted out of the speakers as the Captain’s arm moved inexorably deeper inside her bowels.
“Keep going Captain, its in there,” shouted Bobby at the screen
The audience was finding the General’s film highly stimulating. Lou was alternating between sucking Portia’s nipples and watching the screen. Portia’s butthole was now filled with Lou’s cock. The enterprising Katyln had deserted Zack to sit in the lap of one of the Cardozo’s lieutenants. At the moment, her hand was slowly stroking his cock as he applied his lips to her breasts. Zack, however, was not being neglected. One of the Brazilian beauties, Manuela, was preparing to wrap her full red lips around his penis.
We’ll never make it all the way through the film before this turns into an orgy thought Stacy. On screen, the Captain was making a sustained effort to force his hand deep inside the protesting girl’s bowel. Accompanied by loud screams of pain, he managed to insert his entire hand into the screaming girl’s anus. The director was demonstrating his professionalism by capturing different close-ups of Chelsea’s tortured facial expressions alternating with the slow progress of the Captain’s arm.
“What does that remind you of, Mike” asked Lou whose fully erect manhood was in Portia’s warm mouth?
“Marge Goodwill, over at the Sussex County jail searching a female perp for drugs,” said Mike his hands massaging Carina’s breasts.
“Right, old Marge sure loved her job, at least the part where she got to search for contraband,” said Lou. “It was fun to watch them walk away when Marge was done.”
“Her fist was as big as mine. I watched her search a high school girl who had assaulted an officer when he arrested her for DUI. The stupid bitch broke the officer’s nose so she was due special treatment. And can you imagine this, the cunt was a virgin,” said Brad.
“I bet that didn’t stop Marge for a minute,” said Lou.
“No way, Marge and the girls strapped her down tight while Marge greased her holes. The girl couldn’t have weighed more than one ten. Marge’s fist took both her cherries,” said Mike. “Blood started pumping out of her cunt after Marge sent her to lockup. They had to ship her off to the ER to have her pussy sewed up.”
Rectal search complete, the Captain removed the bloody glove and sat back down at his desk. Chelsea was still face down, restrained over the table.
Sergeant: May we have a moment with her, Captain?
Captain: Of course, Sergeant, I feel the need of some fresh air.
As the Captain left the room, the Sergeant approached Chelsea from the rear. He unfastened his belt buckle allowing his uniform trousers to drop to his knees. The camera came around to show him positioning his cock to enter Chelsea. She cried, “Oh, God know,” as the Sergeant slid inside her. A few feet away, the Corporal was stroking his cock waiting his turn.
“It’s a marvelous piece of work,” said Ramon leaving no doubt his high regard for the General’s film.
“I hope he plans to make others,” said Stacy.
Around her, the others were multitasking. Attention was focused on both the screen and having sex with the nearest warm body.
Stacy returned her attention to the screen. The scene had changed. A tearful sobbing nude Chelsea was immobilized in a chair. Leather straps across her limbs and torso held her in place. A wide strap across her forehead prevented her from moving her head.
Cigarette in hand, Captain Cassano was interrogating her.
Captain: Who in Los Angeles is the head of your narcotics gang?
Chelsea: We’re not part of any narcotics gang. We decided to do this on our own.
The Captain took a long puff on his cigarette then exhaled to blow the ash off. The camera came in for a close up as the Captain put the glowing ash on her nipple. Chelsea’s scream drowned out the hiss of the cigarette charring the tissue. Very slowly and deliberately he burned the other nipple. When Chelsea recovered somewhat, her interrogation continued.
Captain: It is not believable you were acting on your own. The purchase of five kilograms of pure cocaine constitutes major trafficking according to Mexican law and the laws of your country. Pardon me Senorita but we are not all poor ignorant Mexican peasants. I repeat. Give me the names of every member of your gang in Los Angeles.
Chelsea: There’s no gang. This guy at a club on Sunset heard us talking about going to Cancun. He said if we scored some coke, even a few kilograms, he’d move it for us. We’d easily triple our money.
Captain: What is his name?
Chelsea: Rafael something.
Captain: Sergeant.
On cue, the Sergeant stepped forward and punched Chelsea in the jaw. The screen went black for a moment while a voice over announcer spoke.
The criminal drug dealer, Chelsea Cooley, proved difficult and Captain Cassano had to resort to extraordinary measures.
The screen opened with the sound of Chelsea screaming as the Sergeant and the Corporal now stripped to the waist and wielding long whips were alternately landing blows on her backside. Captain Cassano was seated at the table studying documents and smoking a cigarette. Chelsea was hanging naked from an overhead beam, her toes barely touching the floor. Red and in some cases bleeding stripes covered her flesh from the top of her shoulders to her calves.
“That’s right, flog the druggie cunt,” said Zack who now had a firm hold on Manuela’s lustrous curls and was proceeding to force his cock down her throat.
“Mike, let’s buy some whips when we get back,” said Lou staring hard at the screen as Portia allowed his fat cock to penetrate her asshole to its maximum potential.
“Yeah, Stacy see to it,” said Mike.
“Will do, Mike,” said Stacy taking Ramón’s cock out of her mouth to answer.
A quick screen change and the two were now applying their efforts to Chelsea’s front. Whip marks started at her breasts and ended at her knees. The whipping stopped for a minute to allow the camera to survey close-up the ravaged flesh. There were some very nasty looking gashes in her armpits. They’d also paid particular attention to Chelsea’s breasts. Both areolas were bleeding and one nipple was hanging by a thread of skin.
“Her tits are going to need cosmetic surgery,” said Chloe speaking knowledgably between licks of Bobby’s testicles.
“Armpits are more sensitive,” said Katyln from the back of the room where she was mounted on one of the Cardozo staff members. A second member was standing allowing her to suck his cock.
“Katyln’s right,” said Mike. “Arm pits, knee pits and the soles of the feet are highly sensitive to a beating.”
“For a guy, the nuts are where you don’t want to be hurt,” said Brad.
“Each place has its uses,” said Esteban whose cockhead was causing Mark to make choking sounds.
“I got to hand it to you Cardozo’s. This is one great movie,” said Lou. “It’s better than Gone With the Wind or Casablanca.”
“It’s the Citizen Kane of Mexican police documentaries,” said Portia as she focused on squeezing her core muscles around Lou’s cock as it moved deeper into her rectum. Portia exhaled drawing her navel to her spine lifting her rib cage and contracting the muscles to raise her pelvic floor. Once fully contracted, she took a deep exhale then inhaled to intensify her contractions.
“Oh fucking shit, that’s good. Where did you learn to fuck like that?” asked Lou reacting to the sensations that Portia was creating around his penis.
“The Trenton, New Jersey public school system,” said Portia exhaling to release her contractions.
On screen, the scene had changed to show a naked Chelsea sitting at the table signing documents. The voice over announcer offered an explanation.
Overwhelmed by guilt, Chelsea Cooley confessed to her crimes.
On screen, Chelsea, with a bad case of the shakes, missing several teeth from her lower jaw, one eye swollen shut and a badly cut fat lip, looked directly at the camera and began to read aloud in a quivering voice from a document she was holding in front of her.
I, Chelsea Atkins Cooley of Malibu, California, freely and of my own will, confess to the purchase and distribution of five kilograms of cocaine. With the aid of a drug dealer, I planned to smuggle the drugs into the United States. My accomplices were three of my college friends, Beverly Rockland, Cynthia Parsons, and Annette Whiting. We are all members of the Los Angeles, California narco-trafficking gang, Mega 19. Under the guise of our college’s spring break, we journeyed to Cancun where we made contact with Manuel Reyes, a local middleman for the Campo Cartel. Senor Reyes took us to the headquarters Manolo Campo, local head of the cartel where we made our purchase. Senor Reyes was later killed in a shootout with the police after he refused repeated requests to surrender. I wish to offer my heartfelt apologies to the government and people of the Republic of Mexico for the crimes committed by my fellow gang members and myself against their beautiful and gracious country. I would also like to thank the members of the Mexican National Police for their fair and humane treatment.
“It just might have been more believable if Chelsea didn’t look like someone had beat the living shit out of her,” said Wynona taking a break from running her tongue over Mark’s anus as he in turn sucked Esteban’s cock.
“It was a little rough but basically it worked,” said Mike scooting down to allow Carina to rim his anus.
The scene dissolved into one where the camera was looking through cell bars at a large group of male prisoners gathered around four naked females. Men were between their legs thrusting away as the women begged them to stop.
“Isn’t that Chelsea and the others,” asked Portia?
“Dope dealing sluts deserved to be gang fucked,” said Lou recognizing the girls as the camera came in close up of their ruined faces. It was apparent all four had been interrogated by the Captain.
The voice over announcer explained the situation.
Due to a clerical error, Chelsea and the others was mistakenly assigned to a holding cell for male prisoners accused of the crime of rape. Unfortunately the error was not discovered for two days.
On screen the cell door opened and several soldiers entered brandishing guns. They lifted the four females off the floor and drug her away.
“They looked fucked half to death,” said Brad.
“I don’t think you can fuck a girl to death. I don’t care how many cocks she takes,” said Bobby.
“I once read that the Apaches had a way to fuck a white woman to death,” said Zack.
“Now why would it matter if she was white,” asked Katyln?
“Apache women had tougher cunts,” said Zack.
“They probably died of exposure and shock,” said Portia. “Or their chest was compressed by the rapist weight and they smothered to death.”
“The Irish Mob used to kill that way,” said Lou.
“What way,” asked Chloe taking a break from sucking Bobby’s cock?
“Sit on a guy’s chest until he died from lack of oxygen,” said Lou. “You can’t expand your lungs with that much weight pressing down.”
“Nine times out of ten, the corner would call it a heart attack,” said Mike who was busy pumping his cock dog style into Carina.
“My favorite trick of the Winter Hill Gang was to bribe the funeral home to cut off fingers of a corpse right before they closed the coffin. At their next hit, they used the frozen finger to leave prints of the deceased. Drove the cops crazy until they finally figured it out,” said Mike.
“That’s creative,” said Portia as the camera followed the guards dragging the four almost lifeless girls down a hallway to dump them into a cell with dozens of other tough looking females.
On screen, the scene changed to a large room that appeared to be part of the prison’s dispensary. The four girls dressed in prison garb were huddled together in front of a man wearing a white jacket and stethoscope. Tough looking matrons were standing by the girls. The doctor spoke directly into the camera.
The personal hygiene of the four Americans was poor when they arrived in our facility. When I examined them, I detected head lice and other vermin. In order to keep them from infecting the prisoners and staff, I ordered the removal of all body hair followed by a thorough scrubbing with antiseptics.
Two of the matrons grabbed Annette Whiting, the smallest of the four and sat her down in a straight chair. A matron approached with a pair of barber shears. Annette saw the shears and panicked. She leaped out of the chair and ran for the door. However, she was quickly intercepted. Two matrons held her while a large female prison guard went to work on Annette with her fists. A punch to the side of her jaw caused something white to fly out of her mouth. The camera went in for a close-up of two bloody teeth lying on the tile floor. Annette was thrown back into the chair.
In a matter of minutes, a matron had sheared off all but the last quarter inch of hair. Another matron stepped forward with an electric razor. In the final phase, the matron lathered up Annette’s skull and used a straight razor to remove any remaining hair.
“Fuck, they even shaved her eyebrows,” said Stacy looking at totally bald Annette. Cynthia Parsons had replaced Annette in the barber’s chair.
“Bald women are certainly ugly,” said Lou.
The next scene showed the four naked and now totally bald women in a communal shower being scrubbed with a green soap. At that point the DVD ended.
“We will watch the second DVD tomorrow night,” said Ramón. “It has a branding scene that is extremely well done.”
“So what are we going to do now,” asked Lou?
“Whatever gives you pleasure,” said Ramón standing up. “I intend to fuck Stacia.”
“Or who pleases us,” said Esteban positioning Mark on all fours.
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