Fran paced the length of the tiny room half a dozen times after Manuel left. Clenching her fists tightly had left her knuckles a flat white color. She was chewing on her lip fiercely.
"Fran," Renee whispered. "Untie me."
The blonde girl paused in her pacing. "When's he coming back, Renee?" she asked tearfully.
"I don't know. Hurry and untie me and maybe we can get out of here."
Instead of complying, Fran sat down next to Renee and laid her head on the younger girl's soft breast. "Honey," she whispered, "I've got to have my shot or I'll go crazy."
"Fran! Let me loose and we'll get out of here and find some."
For a second Fran debated what Renee said. Her hand stretched out toward the cord that tied Renee's wrists, and then she pulled it back and said, "No!"
"You've got to!"
"No! And you can't make me, Renee." Gently, she fondled Renee's pert tit, watching the nipple sprout into full bloom only inches from her face. "You just want to get us back over there," she gestured in a manner that indicated "there" was over the border somewhere and a dirty word at the same time.
"Please, Fran!"
"You don't understand, Renee. I can't live without it anymore. How will I live over there? They won't let me have it."
"But I need it too, baby," Renee soothed. "I wouldn't do anything that would stop me from getting it too, would I now?"
"No. I guess not." Fran's cool fingers caught at the carmine nubbin of Renee's nipple and teased it into reaching for new heights. Renee giggled.
"Stop that," she said. "It tickles."
"Good!" Fran did it again. And then while Renee was still squirming, bent over a little farther and kissed her eloquent nipple.
Renee gasped, and all of a sudden her firm resolve was melting away. The anxiety she felt, the joy in the opportunity to escape were gone. All she felt was pure lust to have her body handled and hurt and satiated.
She arched against Fran's mouth.
"Do you still want me to stop, honey?"
"God, no!" Renee gasped out. "Keep doing it. Please keep doing it!"
Fran's hot lips descended on Renee's breasts again and the younger girl couldn't believe the intensity of feeling she was having. She'd never even looked at a woman with this in mind.
Fran's lips started to trace a path down Renee's belly. They stirred hotly through her hair. Then they were wet and slobbery on her burning pee hole.
"Oh!" she screamed. "Do it, Fran! Do it!"
But Fran wasn't about to be rushed. She was savoring the moment as much as Renee. Slowly, with painstaking care, she ran her tongue around the inside of the dark-haired girl's cunt lips.
The sensation sent Renee wild. It was so light and delicate, yet so rough and exciting. Renee squealed and heaved her ass in the air.
"Do it, Fran," she screamed. "Do it. Tongue fuck me, baby. I can't stand for you not to." She strained her legs further apart so the lips pouted out further than ever.
Then Fran glued her mouth to the sopping, sloppy cunt and buried her tongue in the hot meat.
It drove Renee crazy. Her body tried to get away from the probing, seeking tongue. But it couldn't, and Renee was so glad she could have died.
"Oh, baby! That's it!" she screamed as she felt her cream flowing and Fran's tongue lapping it up out of her tight hole. She forgot about the ache in her back, the strain on her trembling legs. She forgot how much she needed the heroin that Manuel held out to them as a bribe. In that one second she was free of everything except her own lust.
She was a kite blowing higher and higher in the wind. Her body was a flame.
Fran's tongue was a snake delving deeper and deeper into her until she couldn't stand any more of it.
She was arched against the ropes, Fran nuzzling her sloppy swat, when Manuel came back into the room. There were two men with him dressed in somber suits speaking Spanish in a strange accent Renee had never heard before.
They poked and prodded Renee's body and one of them stuck his finger in her slit and twisted it around starting her hips heaving, her mouth lolling open.
"Go on," Manuel said generously. "Try her out."
The taller of the two looked her smooth body over and licked his lips. Finally, he nodded. He unzipped his pants and stood between Renee's arched legs, holding his stump in his hand. It was thick and short, but making up more in width than it lost in length.
Renee watched, horrified, as he lined the huge thing up with her slit. "No," she protested weakly. "No!"
But none of the three men paid any attention to her.
The one with his prick standing stiffly in his hand rubbed it against her gapping vagina, spreading her cream over it before stepping back and literally running forward right into her, driving his peg home with one tremendous hammer blow.
For a moment, Renee wavered on the edge of unconsciousness, the pain was so intense. Then he was thumping into her and she was groaning as his misshapen prick spread her apart, tearing her open.
When he slammed into her, the fury of his attack jolted through Renee's whole body and battered her delicate lips. It hurt so much she wasn't sure whether she was happy or unhappy when he plunged into her for the last time with a rush that tore the muscles in her passage and bruised her flesh. She groaned and fainted as his hot flood filled her cup to the brim.
The sensation had been so overpowering that she was numb for long seconds afterward.
The other strange man stepped forward and he examined her torn and bleeding cunt with his fingers while she writhed and cried out as he did it.
Then he moved against her.
Renee was ready for a new assault. Nothing could be as bad as the one she had just gone through. She was more than ready, in fact. The violence of the attack had left her body hungry for more.
So she only groaned contentedly when the second man lifted her butt with his hands to bring her hole into line with his rod.
And then she was sinking down, down, down as if deep into a feather bed. And she started screaming and thrashing as she felt his rod begin to demand admission.
He wasn't driving into her sore and tender cunt. He was slowly lowering her to impale her from her ass hole. She sobbed bitterly as his swollen rod pushed into the tight back entrance. She had never had it done to her before.
His prick pounding into virgin flesh ripped and tore her open. She pulled her legs up, trying to get away. But that only opened her ass more and put more weight on it to drive his prick inexorably deeper.
Then he was humping her, flinging his weight into her while she struggled to catch his rhythm as her body was caught up in the sensation of pleasure that was coming out of the hot pain in her ass. He held her legs up, presenting her ass in perfect form to drive his rod in with furious hammer blows.
"Give it to me!" she was begging with realizing she was saying anything. And then his hot cum was smashing brutally through her bowels making her whole body convulse in response.
"More," she said weakly, as he backed off. In her delirium all she really wanted was for one of the men to get back on and ride her to control her. All she was aware of was the hot fire of her body demanding that she be satiated.
As his prick pulled out of her tender ass, he patted her thigh gently and said, "We'll take them," in his oddly accented Spanish.
Dimly, Renee heard Fran screaming in the distance with a high note of ecstasy quivering in her voice. The thick prick was slugging his penis into her slit and the blonde girl was insane with it, writhing on the floor and tearing at him.
Talking together, as if nothing were happening, Manuel and the other man stood by the door smoking. "They are all ready to go?" the man said, softly.
Manuel shrugged. "I haven't put them downstairs yet, to test my control."
"Bueno! When will you be doing that?"
"Maniana, in the evening. Is that soon enough for you?"
"Perfect! I will have the merchandise then, if all goes well. Say, we will come and watch. About eight?"
"Eight is fine."
"There will be no trouble?"
"Trouble, hombre!" Manuel's tone was injured. "Have I ever failed you in the past?"
The stranger shrugged. "We will have a lot of heroin with us. Enough for a long jail sentence if we are caught."
"Why worry? What can happen?"
"Nothing, I suppose."
"Of course not." Manuel slapped him on the back. "Look, your friend is almost done with Fran. Why don' you…?"
"Porque, no?" the stranger said. "Porque, no?"