Twenty-seven days after he'd jumped from the plane, Elliott opened his eyes. He was in a hospital room – in casts and bandages and traction – with needles in his veins and bottles hanging on either side of the bed. He blinked and turned his head. A nurse sat knitting beside his bed.
"Don't move," she admonished. "I'll get the doctor."
Elliott watched her hurry from the room. He wondered where he was. He even wondered who he was. Then the curtain of peaceful blackness fell over him again.
"Jose! My darling, Jose!" Paula wailed in Spanish, her fingers digging at his tensed ass as his cock twitched through orgasm inside her for the second time that morning. "Me too, baby… I'm coming with you!" she cried.
He hugged her to him, panting harshly as his sperm jetted into her heaving belly, his lips working over her throat and ear.
"Ohhh… sweet man… wonderful man!"
Paula held him on top of her when it was over, smiling up at him as she stroked his damp back and worked her cunt on his limbering cock. "Make it hard again," she breathed. "I love to feel you inside me. Fuck me again, darling… just once more before we fall asleep!"
Jose looked confused. It was the first time Paula had made any demands at all on him. He shrugged helplessly, then withdrew and flopped onto his back beside her.
But Paula was not to be put off so easily. Everyone in the whorehouse was going to sleep for the day, and this was the morning she and her mother had decided to escape. She wanted Jose drained and exhausted when she left him sleeping. He mustn't wake up and catch her taking his keys, and he had to sleep soundly for an hour, at least. He usually slept so lightly that he awoke when she got up to go to the bathroom even. But not this morning. This morning he had to sleep!
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked teasingly. "Don't you want to fuck me again?"
He nodded and grinned, then shook his head and pointed at his limp cock.
"I'll fix that," she said sultrily, sitting up and bending over him, taking his slippery prick in her hand and lowering her head.
Her tongue flashed out and licked the mixture of male and female sex juices from his shiny, black prick. Feigning a sexual hunger she didn't really feel, she cupped his balls and rolled them gently. "Mmming," as if she found it delicious, she licked wetly at the velvety head of his dick until it began rising jerkily. Then, looking up into his eyes, she took it in her mouth and sucked it back to full erection.
"Ohh," she sighed, slurping off his stiff rod and grasping it in her hand as she swung over his loins. "This is the way I like you, darling… nice and hard and ready!"
Bracing one hand on his chest, she guided his glans between the swollen lips of her cunt, then sank down, sighing and trembling as she took it all.
The head flipped maddeningly at her cervix as Paula began riding him; and though she'd been fucked by twenty-three customers before she and Jose went to bed, she found herself loving every inch of his massive dick. She rarely felt anything with the men who paid for her favors, but Jose was different. He was so gentle with her so loving and kind.
"Oh, baby… baby," she moaned, taking his hands and pulling them up to her tits.
It took nearly five minutes to bring Jose to his third orgasm, and during her breathless ride Paula paused, shuddering and moaning, for three more of her own. Then she felt his big cock throbbing a warning and speeded up the already rapid tempo.
"I'm going to miss you, Jose," she said in English, knowing he wouldn't understand. "Jesus… how I'm going to miss you!"
A final weak orgasm swept over her as his prick jerked delightfully in the depths of her sweat-soaked belly. She fell forward, glued her mouth to his and sucked in his tongue, rotating her hips as they shared a last moment of joy.
"That was wonderful, darling," she sighed, rolling off him and cuddling up to his relaxed body. "Sleep now. No, I'm too warm. Don't hold me. Let's go to sleep."
In less than a minute Jose was snoring lightly. Paula fought her own tiredness, snapping her eyes open each time they fell shut. After Jose seemed to fall a bit deeper asleep, she kissed his forehead and called his name. He didn't stir.
Carefully she slipped out of bed and stole the keys from his pants pocket. As a final gesture of affection, which she knew wasn't love in the true sense, she bent over him and kissed his lips. Then, not bothering to dress, she tiptoed from the room.
The hall was deserted. No voices could be heard coming from any of the rooms. Paula crept just the same, making her way cautiously to the room in which her mother was locked. She found the right key and opened the door, then stepped inside and closed it noiselessly behind her.
"I was beginning to worry. What kept you?" Ruth asked.
"Jose sleeps so lightly. I had to make sure he was very tired."
"You look beat yourself."
"It was a rough night."
"Our last, thank God," Ruth sighed. "Hurry and brush your hair. I've got your things laid out and ready for you to put on."
"Thanks, Mother. I ought to have a bath."
"Later, Paula. Let's get out of here while they're all sleeping. I shudder to think what Pico might do if we're caught."
"Don't even mention it," Paula said, dressing hurriedly.
"I don't think we should bother with anything but what we have on."
"Yes," Paula agreed, buttoning her dress as she moved to the door. "Come on. I'm ready."
"The keys," Ruth whispered. "Don't rattle the keys."
They eased into the hall looking both ways, found it clear, then walked softly to the stairs and down, carrying their shoes. The large barroom was empty and quiet, smelling of stale tobacco smoke and whiskey. Both of them trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation, they crossed to the outer door and Paula held her breath as she inserted keys until the right one opened the lock.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered with relief, pushing the door open for her mother then following her outside.
"We're out," Ruth sighed. "We're going to make it!"
"Hurry, Mother. This is a bad section. Let's walk fast."
"Maybe we can find a taxi."
"I'd rather find a policeman," Paula said. "I never thought I'd be looking for a policeman, but one or two of them would sure be a welcome sight right now."
"There goes a cab," Ruth said, breaking into a trot and calling, "Taxi… taxi!"
"He can't hear you."
"Damn it! He's gone!"
"Come on, Mother. Let's go this way… toward those taller buildings."
"I wish we knew for sure where the downtown area is."
"I'd settle for the nearest police station," Paula said.
They walked at a fast clip through the early morning quiet. When they were six blocks from Pico's, a police car pulled to the curb. As the door opened and one of the uniformed men started to climb out, Ruth and Paula rushed toward him.
"Oh, thank the Lord!" Ruth exclaimed. "Thank you for stopping, officers."
In English almost as good as Pico's the officer asked, "You ladies out for a breath of early air, or what?"
"You'd never believe it," Paula told him, grabbing his hand and pumping it. "Would you give us a ride, please… to the main police station?"
"Are you in trouble?"
"Yes. Big trouble."
The policeman opened the back door for them. "Hop in. You can tell us about it on the way."
The police car moved slowly as Ruth and Paula poured out their story from the caged back seat. Like police cars in many cities, the back was designed to carry prisoners. Steel wire mesh covered the windows and the space between them and the front, and the doors had no handles on the inside.
"Hmmm… I see," the policeman said when they stopped talking. "You say this Pico had been holding you prisoner?"
"Yes," Ruth said. "It's been awful… just awful!"
"We are not in the Canal Zone here. Would you like us to take you there, so you can contact the proper American official?"
"Please. That would be wonderful!"
"How much money do you have?"
"What?"
"Money. Dollars American. How much do you have?"
"Why, none. Pico took it all."
"Isn't that a shame?" the policeman asked his partner who was driving. "They have no money."
"What has that to do with it?" Paula demanded.
They both laughed, then the driver said, "I know Pico… and he has money."
"Do you think he'd be grateful if we did him a favor?"
"Oh, man," Ruth groaned.
"I think he would. Let's take them home and see."
"No! No, don't!" Paula pleaded. "We'll get money… lots of it! We'll send you a great deal of money when we get back to Tulsa!"
"Do you trust them?" the driver asked.
"You know better than that. They're whores… and whores, as everyone knows, are such notorious liars."
"But we're not whores!" Paula wailed.
"Don't you understand?" Ruth demanded. "We were kidnapped… abducted!"
"I'll ask Pico," the driver said over his shoulder. "If he says you're not whores, then I'll take you to the Canal Zone."
"Oh my God!" Ruth screamed. "No, no no!!!"
Pico looked irritated when he opened the door. Then he saw Ruth and Paula, handcuffed together and trembling with fear between the two grinning policemen, and he snarled angrily as he jerked them inside.
"We found them several blocks away, Pico," the policeman who'd driven the car said. "They made serious accusations against you."
Glaring at Ruth and Paula, Pico slapped them viciously before he turned to the policemen and took out his wallet. "How serious?"
"Very serious, I'm afraid."
"This serious?" Pico asked, taking several bills from his wallet and passing them to the men.
"About twice that serious, Pico."
Pico frowned, but he gave them more money. "I trust this will not be reported."
Both policemen smiled, and the driver asked, "What is there to report? It's a dull morning. Nothing has happened yet."
"Thank you for returning my property," Pico said. "Don't forget your handcuffs."
When the policemen had gone, Pico vented his rage on Ruth and Paula, cursing and slapping them till both lay sobbing on the floor.
"Get up!" he hissed.
They struggled to their feet and Pico shoved them toward the stairs, forced them up the stairs and down the hall, flung them into Ruth's room, and promising to deal with them later, locked the door.
That afternoon Pico returned to their room with Rosa and the two Latin bouncers. They were all in the room before Ruth and Paula woke up. Rosa carried two syringes and a length of rubber tubing. The Latin men came on either side of the bed, one grabbing Ruth and the other Paula, holding them as they tried to cringe away. "What are you going to do to us?" Paula gasped.
"Shut up! Give me the tubing, Rosa."
Pico grasped Paula's wrist and pulled her arm out, sat on her hand, then tied the tubing very tightly around her upper arm. He poked at her vein, holding his other hand out for the first syringe.
"No!" Ruth yelled as Pico inserted the needle into Paula's arm. "What are you giving her? Don't!"
The milky fluid left the syringe as Pico pushed the plunger.
Paula's eyes grew very wide. Her mouth dropped open. An expression of complete bliss washed over her face. "Hooo… ohhh… oh, Lord!"
"My God!" Ruth wailed, watching in horror as Paula fell back on the bed moaning ecstatically. "What did you give her?"
"Just a little heroin, rubia, the same as I'm going to give you. Hold out your arm."
Using every ounce of power she could muster, Ruth struggled wildly to break free. "No! Oh, God… don't! Not that! Please… not dope!"
"You don't want it?" Pico asked tauntingly, tying the rubber tubing around her arm as the scar-faced man held it. "Look how happy it makes Paula."
"You dirty beast!" Ruth cried as the needle stabbed into her vein.
Pico's thumb touched the end of the plunger. "Soon you'll beg me for it, rubia. Soon you'll do anything for this lovely stuff. Soon you won't even think of escape."
"You swine!" Ruth screamed.
The plunger moved down into the syringe.
"You d-dirty an-an-imal… unggggh… oh, Jesus!"
"There," Pico said, smiling as he withdrew the needle. "How do you feel?"
"Ohhh… ohhh."
"It's time to eat. Would you girls like some food?"
His voice came to Ruth and Paula as if from a great distance. It was too much trouble to answer. They lay moaning in a fantastic new world, their eyes clamped shut and their hands clenched into trembling fists.
"I don't think they'll be wanting food for a while," Rosa said.
Ruth was dimly aware of Pico bending over her.
"How do you feel, rubia? Tell me how you feel."
"I can't describe it," she whimpered.
"Good?"
"Oh, yes… oh good God, yes!"
"You've seen Rosa with the donkey, haven't you?"
Ruth nodded weakly.
"From now on you're the donkey girl, rubia. Tonight you will take Rosa's place. I don't think she hears me."
Ruth did hear him, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. The heroin had transported her to a state of complete euphoria. She couldn't be alarmed at such a minor thing as being coupled with a donkey – not when she wouldn't even have cared if her head was cut off.
But the heroin had worn off when Pico came for them that night. Jose was with him, and it was obvious he felt angry with Paula for stealing his keys.
"Don't give us any more heroin," Ruth pleaded. "Don't get us hooked."
"Can you face the donkey without it?"
"Oh, Lord… I was hoping I'd dreamed that."
"No. You're the star of the show. The donkey will ride you tonight."
Ruth glanced frantically about, her upper lip twitching. Finally she nodded. "But no more heroin."
Pico grinned. "None for now. Later… we'll wait and see. Come. The customers are waiting."
The show was already in progress when the mother and daughter reached the little area at the side of the small stage. Two of the girls were on the bed performing a sixty-nine, the bright spotlight revealing their every movement to the many men in the large barroom.
"Take off your clothes, rubia."
The donkey was nowhere in sight, but Ruth didn't ask why as she stripped obediently and stood shivering while the two girls moved off the stage.
"Jose," Pico said. "You know what to do."
Jose nodded, then grabbed Paula and flung her out to the center of the stage. Applause came from the audience as Paula fell, screaming, to the floor.
Before Paula could get to her feet, Jose was looming over her, lifting her, jerking her head back and slapping her.
"Why, Jose?" Paula sobbed. "Why?"
His eyes softened a little as he took her in his arms and kissed her roughly. Then he pushed her away and began ripping off her clothes.
Only half aware of what was going on, Paula glanced out at the leering men as Jose's big hands ripped her clothing to shreds and jerked her to and fro. Frightened and ashamed – being naked in front of all those customers wasn't like being naked with one at a time – Paula stood trembling as Jose quickly stripped off his clothing.
When he stepped from his shorts, Paula stared fixedly at his large black cock. It stood out from his body, hard and throbbing. Under other circumstances she would have welcomed the sight. But this was different. Where his massive cock had given her pleasure in their tender private moments, it now scared her. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, but somehow she knew it would cause her pain rather than pleasure. Splat!
Her head jerked to the side from the force of his slap. Then his hands were on her shoulders, pushing down hard, buckling her knees and forcing her to the floor. Instinctively she grabbed his muscular thighs, holding to them and sobbing as he grasped her head and began slapping her face with his heavy dick.
Confusion overwhelmed Paula. She clung desperately to Jose's thighs, his hard prick banging against one cheek, dragging across her eyes, then whapping from the other side and moving back again and again.
Though she refused to accept it at first, Paula realized her pain and deep humiliation were rapidly turning into masochistic pleasure. Soon, however, she gave in to the new sensations bombarding her confused mind. Moaning deliriously, she started kissing and licking the black cock as it crossed her face.
It was what Jose had been waiting for. He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back, then thrust his cock deep into her gaping mouth.
Unable to help herself, knowing full well that every eye in the place was glued on her and Jose, Paula dug her fingernails into his tensed thighs and sucked rapaciously on his thrusting dick. Her cheeks hollowed obscenely; her lips distended grotesquely.
A loud slurp echoed lewdly in her ears as Jose pulled his wet dong from her harshly sucking mouth. She grimaced in pain as his hands hooked under her arms and lifted her face to his. Then his lips covered hers, his tongue slipping wetly between them to fill her mouth.
As she threw her arms around him and sucked his tongue, she felt him moving his hands down to her hips, gripping her, moving her secretion-drenched pussy to the head of his cock. It spread her hairy lips. The head popped in. Jose's hands left her hips and she slid jerkily onto his long rod.
"Ohhh… oh, darling!" she gasped, their bellies slapping together as the last inch of his shaft slid into her.
He grasped her legs and pulled them around him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried, locking her ankles.
Gritting his bared teeth, Jose hooked his fingers over her shoulders and yanked her arms loose, pushed her backward, then let her upper body fall till she hung suspended on his thick cock.
"Help me!" she wailed, trying desperately to grab him.
He took her hands so she wouldn't fall completely, but he wouldn't lift her back up. Then, with her body hanging from his, he began hunching rapidly.
"It hurts," she moaned, raising her head and looking at the knot his glans brought as it pressed upward against the wall of her abdomen. The knot moved up and down her stomach as he went on thrusting.
Gripping his hands for dear life, Paula shuddered and moaned. She felt dizzy as he bounced her back and forth, making her buttocks bump rapid-fire against him and her long hair sway wildly.
"Good… oh, it hurts so good!"
Jose walked to the bed, dropped her shoulders to it, then bent over her and fucked like a madman till Paula was yelling at the top of her lungs with a tremendous orgasm and his cock was spurting a massive load of hot cum directly into the mouth of her spasming womb. She was so weak he had to carry her offstage.
"Now, rubia," Pico said as Jose carried Paula, panting breathlessly, past them, "it's your turn to perform."
The two Latin men were already bringing the platform on-stage, and Ruth could hear the donkey's hooves clattering even before she saw Rosa leading him in. She hugged herself and shivered, then Pico was dragging her on-stage.
The applause for Paula and Jose had barely stopped. When the audience saw Ruth being brought reluctantly onto one side of the stage and the shaggy donkey on the other, they yelled and clapped louder than ever.
Her body jerking convulsively with nearly paralyzing fear, Ruth blinked numbly and stared at the bright spotlight.
"Here's your lover," Pico smirked, pushing her so close to the smelly beast her tits mashed against his coarse hair. "Put your arms around him. Hug and pet him."
"Don't make me do this," Ruth begged. "I can't go through with it. I'll be a good whore. I'll work hard for you… but don't make me perform with this awful beast!"
Pico shrugged. "If you really don't want to… but I think you should consider."
"What do you mean?"
"Either the donkey fucks you or I give you and Paula heroin again… and again… until both of you will gladly do absolutely anything and everything I ask of you."
"Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes, rubia. I'll have my way. Count on it."
All resistance seeped out of Ruth. She knew she would already do anything he told her in order to keep him from turning Paula into a drug addict. Taking on the donkey was a terrible price to pay, but she had no choice. Feeling faint, she forced herself to put her arms around the animal's neck. His stiff hair felt like a million pins to her skin, but she hugged him and stroked him.
"That's better," Pico said. "Okay, enough petting."
She took her arms away and stepped back. The donkey turned his head and rubbed her stomach with his nose. Ruth automatically cringed away.
"Don't pull away from your lover!" Pico snapped. "I think he likes you. Kiss him. Pull his head up and kiss his mouth."
"Oh, God," Ruth moaned.
"The syringe… shall I send Rosa for it?"
"No!"
"Then kiss the donkey. Make me think you like it."
Half lifting the donkey's head and half bending to him, Ruth fought the nausea his terribly foul breath caused and kissed his clammy mouth quickly.
Pico laughed. "Again. Put your tongue in his mouth this time."
Ruth nearly threw up, but she did as Pico ordered, holding the disgusting kiss as long as she could, then spitting on the floor and wiping her mouth clean of the animal's thick saliva.
"Not bad," Pico muttered. "Even Rosa could never stomach that."
"I feel sick," Ruth croaked.
"Not yet. You may be sick later if you wish, but you know what will happen if you don't finish."
She gulped and shook her head to clear it.
"You may fondle his cock now. Kneel beside him and take it in your hand."
Nothing seemed real to Ruth any more. Everything was a nightmare. She moved to the donkey, a haze clouding her vision, and dropped to her knees.
"Do you see it?"
She saw it, all right, about six inches of it, limber and blue-black, hanging with its almost flat glans pointing at the floor.
"Touch it."
Her hand shaking violently, Ruth reached out and touched the soft, warm cock, then jerked away from it, then touched it tentatively again.
"That's the way. You see, it isn't as bad as you thought."
And it wasn't as bad as she'd thought, though she still detested having to touch the animal's cock.
"Stroke it."
Leaving her hand open, Ruth stroked the soft prick gently.
"Put your fingers around it now. Take it in your hand and make it hard."
It was already beginning to grow longer and firmer as Ruth wrapped her fingers around it. She moved her hand back and forth along it, feeling it become thicker and longer and hotter as she did so. Soon her fingers wouldn't touch around it. Its size beginning to scare her, Ruth jerked her hand away.
"Very good, rubia. Very good!"
"It's so big!"
"Yes."
"It'll kill me!"
"I think not. I think you'll manage quite well, in fact. Kiss the donkey's cock."
"Oh, God! Not that!"