Chapter 57
The two men stumbled along the dark road trying to remember the
convoluted path back to the small hospice. Neither were in good humor
as the "club" filled with teenage Latina's was not their cup of tea.
The Mustached One saw a movement in the dark and lashed out a booted
foot at the cur that cowered in the shadows and smiled when he felt it
connect with scrawny flesh and heard the dog yelp in pain.
"Damn waste of time, those young cunts wouldn't know how to suck a
proper dick!" he said aloud remembering the two giggling girls that
had joined them at their table. Shit! It would have been like sleeping
with is kid sister.
His black companion grunted in agreement at he picked his way through
the narrow street dodging the reeking piles of dog shit and other
refuse.
"Well, we got a few cold beers, and the other two found something they
liked." he said referring to the two men they called companions. The
young blond and corpulent bearded man had disappeared into the back
rooms with giggling companions hortly before they decided to head
back to their rooms and the half filled bottle of rum.
"What I'd like is a piece of that honey staying in the room at our
place." the hulking black said with a wistful chuckle.
"You and me both. Trouble is the only way we'd ever have a crack at
her is to pay for it, and I venture it would be a month's salary.
Besides, her Bolivian friend probably wouldn't be too inclined to
share his mistress with a couple of grunts like us." With that they
walked on, the heat of the night only adding to their frustration.
"You fucking whore! I said swallow it all!" the burly man said in
Spanish as he mashed his hips into the upturned face, his hands
wrapped in disheveled blond hair. "A good puta must learn to do what
the customer wants!" he said with a cruel laugh as he forced his brown
cock down the throat of the white woman. He grinned in the dim light
and winked at his companion who was busy at the upturned buttocks of
the woman. The pale form of the woman knelt cross wise on a narrow
bed that had been pulled into the center of the small room. Her
piteous grunts of protest mingled with the heavy breathing of the men
as they sate themselves on her bruised body. The burly man settled
into a rhythmic cadence thrusting his hips in and out of the woman's
mouth as he pulled her
blond head back by the hair. His slender companion, his pock marked
face barely visible in the dim light of the lamp, grasped the woman's
full tanned hips. His bony hands splayed the fleshy cheeks to improve
his view as his long slender cock sawed in and out of the woman's
freshly fucked cunt.
"Our padron can really pick them, eh?" the slender man said with a
high pitched giggle. "Such a beautiful Anglo bitch, too! I look
forward to fucking you for a long time, puta!" he said smacking one
fleshy moon of her splayed as s for emphasis, not caring if she
understood or not. He knew that the Inspector let them have the pick
of his stable of whores whenever he felt generous. He knew that he
would choose this beauty, for as long as she remained so. He
sniggered as he thought, " If she did not learn quickly, her beauty
would fade beneath the fists of his Padron. Like the pretty redheaded
Australian tourista. Too bad she felt it necessary to kill herself.
Genevieve groaned at the stinging slap to her buttock. Misreading
it's meaning she whimpered and desperately increased the rotation of
her womanly buttocks and squeezed the exhausted muscles of her vagina
once more around the strange cock in her protesting cunt. "God, no!"
her mind screamed, as she automatically relaxed her throat to accept
the stiff rod of the burly man as it bottomed against the back of her
bruised throat. She moaned in horror as she felt her tongue
automatically stroke the long prong embedded in her throat, while her
cheeks hollowed, their soft tissue clinging to the throbbing rod of
gristle as it slowly withdrew. Her mind screamed in silent torment
imprisoned in the fleshy automaton that labored to please her two
rapists. The beautiful American knelt crosswise on the bed rocking to
and fro as the men thrust their cocks into her. Her full heavy
silicon tits swayed like bell clappers beneath her, her thick
traitorous nipples hard and erect.
"M-m-m-m-m!, N-u-u-u-u-w! she groaned in protest as she felt a thick
thumb press against her raw anus. The abused flesh offered little
resistance as the thick digit gouged into her bowels. The one time
beauty queen didn't have time to dwell on the new humiliation, the
burly man reached under her rocking torso to grasp her swaying
breasts. His thick fingers found the thick erect nubs of her teats
and cruelly pinched and plucked at them as he continued to fuck her
upturned face. She winched at the new pain and flinched away from the
man's touch. The man chuckled releasing the fat hanging orbs. He
stepped back, withdrawing his thick cock to sway wetly in the dim
light.
"Las nuevas putas nunca aprenden." he said as he brought his right
fist down into the face of the unsuspecting woman. The wet sound of
bone on flesh mingled with the wet fleshy sounds of masculine hips on
upturned buttocks and cock stirring wet quim.
The beautiful woman grunted then sobbed in surprise as the burly man's
fist caught her along the left side of her nose and lip. Her
surgically sculpted nose flattened under the impact and her full upper
lip split against the hardness of her front capped tooth the instant
before it was driven from it's socket.
"Usted debe aprender. Usted es una puta." he growled pulling her head
back by the hair. Then stroking her bloodied swelling face with a
touch of tenderness. "Una vez una puta bonita" he said with a trace
of regret at having ruined such a beautiful face. "No entertaining
the social elite now", he thought, "A pity. But there were all level
of demanding cocks to be satisfied. Many unconcerned with the woman's
looks only the tightness of her cunt and fullness of her breasts." He
stepped forward, his newly surging cock waving millimeters from the
bloody swollen lips of the woman's maimed face.
The shocked woman felt her face swelling, and tasted the salty blood
filling her mouth. Her wide green eyes saw the purple head of the
man's swollen cock offered to her bleeding lips and knew what she had
to do. The lesson learned, she paused long enough to spit out the
dislodge tooth and leaned forward. She raised her tear filled green
eyes to the man standing over her, parted her swelling bleeding lips
with a sob and wrapped them around the dripping crown of his demanding
cock.
The dark haired Inspector sat at the candle lit table in the courtyard
and listened to the muffled sounds that came from the small room. He
stroked his thin moustache with satisfaction as he sipped at a shot of
Baccardi rum poured from a half filled bottle. He shifted his thigh
making himself more comfortable as his spent cock thickened in
response to the sobs and whimpers coming from the distant room.
Earlier the woman's distress at the hands of his men had brought out
several other guests, he had sent them, including the establishment's
Mamasita back to their rooms with a withering glance. The extranjero
senora was not her affair he had informed them. He turned his dark
eyes toward the sound of steps at the entry way. "Ah, the Norte
Americano's return!" he thought to himself.
"Compadres! Welcome." he said with a warmth his eyes did not reflect.
The mustached team leader and the large black man walked up to the
small table and sat sown, pouring themselves a drink in silence.
"Allow me to introduce myself." dark Bolivian officer said. "dark
Bolivian officer said. " I am Alfredo Torquemada, Inspector in the
Policia Especial Boliviana." He raised his glass in toast, "Salude"
he said.
The two men looked at each other, the man's words only confirmed what
they had suspected.
"What brings you here to share our bottle?" The mustachioed leader
asked as he took a sip of the pungent liquor.
"Let me assure you I am not here regarding you. Rather I am here in
regard to someone in my employ. I believe you met her earlier.
Senora Falwell." he said matter of factly. "There is no way to put
this delicately, and we are all men here. You see the Senora is a
whore in my employ." He took a slow sip holding the glass with both
hands, watching the men over the rim. "She is not just a whore, but a
very special whore." he said setting the glass down studying its
contents. "She is quite twisted you see. She is one of the special
breed of whores that likes it very rough."
"She came to my country and sought me out, ashamed no doubt by her
carnal cravings, not wanting to ply her trade where others might know
her."
A faint moaning wail came from the direction of the woman's room. "As
you can hear she is enjoying herself at this very moment entertaining
two of my compatriots." he said raising his glass. "Senors, for the
service you do my country towards it's energy independence, I will
have the Senora entertain you for the price of the drink you have been
so generous to share with me."
"My friends will be finished directly, you can have her for the night.
We will return in the morning to collect her. Oh, one more thing my
friends." he said, his voice lowering. "Do not believe her stories,
you see. The poor woman constructs a world of fantasy about herself."
He said looking into the men's eyes, seeing the eager hunger. They
would believe anything now.
"How else could someone with such twisted desires live with
themselves, no?" he said continuing. "No doubt she has told you about
her search for her phantom daughter." He paused to take a sip savoring
the lie and the liquor. "A quite convenient fiction for one lost in
her own world of depraved lust."
