Congressman Barth arrived at the Mexican mansion and Senator Hamilton rushed up to greet his fellow lawmaker. He winked at Doris and said that he would try to figure out what the clues meant. He reassured Doris that, if it were in his power, he wouldn't let anything happen to the girl. Then, he left, shutting the door after him.
Doris mulled the clues over in her befuddled brain, but could make no sense of them. She was totally exhausted. After the Senator had left, she pulled the butt-plug out of her asshole and rubbed her palm trough her raw and chafed ass-crack. Her asshole was burning with pain. But, more than anything else, she needed to rest. She planned to escape at the next possible opportunity. Whatever sex shows were in Mexico, Doris wanted no part of them. And, she didn't like the sound of Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. She only wanted to flee this country and make her way back to New York, to rejoin her kind and loving Uncle Melvin. She promised herself that, never again would she disobey her uncle's instructions. She would never walk through Central Park when it was getting dark. If indeed she ever managed to get back to New York! Things looked bleak for the captive young girl. She dozed off thinking about these things, and slept soundly.
Only semi-conscious, Doris heard the door opening. She wasn't certain if it were not part of her dream. Then, she felt a pair of cold, steel handcuffs being clamped down on her slender wrists. "Wh-what's going on?" she asked.
"It's playtime, bitch!" came the familiar baritone voice of the wicked Congressman Barth.
"Yeah, we're gonna have a little fun with you," Samuel chimed in as he strolled to the corner of the room and picked out a long, nasty-looking horsewhip. He fondled the lengthy leather whip in his palm and looked at the handcuffed young blonde threateningly. "This ought to warm your ass up real good, and get your ripe asshole ready for my Uncle Barth's prick."
"Where is Senator Hamilton?" she asked nervously. Had the Senator deserted her? she wondered. He had promised that he would not let anything awful happen to her. Where in the hell was he now, when she needed him?
"Oh, yeah! The Senator said that he was very pleased with your performance," Congressman Barth said coldly. "He doesn't want us to sell you to the Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. We promised him that we wouldn't do such a nasty thing." The wicked Congressman Barth dropped his trousers and moved forward, grasping Doris about the neck and pulling her head forward. He pushed her blonde hair away and rubbed his soft prick into her face.
"Still Senator Hamilton doesn't know anything about Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe, or sex shows," Samuel added. He raised the horsewhip and let Doris have it across her asscheeks.
"Owwwwwww!" she shrieked. She wanted to shield her asscheeks with her hands, but it was impossible. She was handcuffed! Finally, she could no longer stand the suspense of not knowing what they were talking about. She had to ask the evil men. "What is a sex show?" she screamed, her shout filling the dungeon-like basement.
"What the hell, why not tell her?" Samuel said, cracking the whip down on her ass again. The whip cut through the air and slashed across her ass, the tip of the leather horsewhip cutting into her tortured asshole. "If she thinks that the Senator is going to save her now, she's sorely mistaken. Shit, he's with Suzanne now, and she'll take his mind off of this little, snotty bitch. By the time she's finished with him, he won't be able to think straight. Besides, we'll hustle the little cunt off, soon."
"Hustle me off to where? What are you talking about?" she bellowed, racked with pain, shuddering with humiliation as Barth rubbed his stiffening prick into her face.
"Off to Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe," the crude Congressman said calmly, "where we expect to fetch a pretty penny for your worthless fucking ass. The Mogul loves young, feisty bitches. I'm sure he'll pay plenty for you, Doris."
"Fuck, yes!" Samuel exclaimed, rearing back and flicking the horsewhip hard across her ass. He grunted as he whipped her, putting all of his weight into the flogging. "I bet he'll even raise the cover charge at the cafe after he buys you!"
"For sure!" Barth said. "The younger the better."
Doris was shocked, stunned with disbelief. She realized at last that Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe was a horribly perverted nightclub where the main attraction was a young girl who got fucked every night by a guy with a twelve inch dick. She was to be sold to the owner, named Mogul, to be forced to engage in sex night after night for the gross pleasure of the perverted customers – who paid plenty to watch sex being performed on stage! She was horror stricken, frightened out of her wits at the grim reality of her situation. Doris couldn't believe that this was happening to her.
"Before we take you to the Mogul, I'm going to have some fun with you, bitch! Is she warmed up, yet?" Congressman Barth said to Samuel. Barth had the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes. His mouth watered as he looked down at the kneeling, handcuffed blonde girl, rubbing his hardening prick into her face.
"She's ready for action!" Samuel said.
"All right!" Barth exclaimed prying her lips open and sticking his prick into her mouth brutally. "Suck it! Suck my prick!"
Doris refused. She spit his prick out of her mouth and shook her head violently. "I won't do it! You bastard! I hate you! I hate all of you!"
"You'll do it! Whip her some more!" Congressman Barth said, stepping back so that Samuel would be free to whip her without restraint. "Whip her good and hard. I don't intend to take any shit from this insolent young bitch!"
"Nooooooo!" she cried piteously as Samuel unfurled the horsewhip and flailed her naked body. The whip slashed roughly across her shoulders and licked crudely at her nipples as it curled around her naked upper torso. "Owwwwwww! Good God! I can't stand it! This is terrible! It hurts like hell! Please, stop it!"
Samuel was driven with perverted, sadistic lust. He ignored her pleas and protests, flogging her unmercifully, slashing the leather whip across her tits, nipples and ass. Her flesh quivered grotesquely as she writhed about on the floor, trying to endure the pain.
"Take that, you whore! Haw! Haw!" Samuel guffawed crudely, flogging her furiously with the horsewhip, raining blows down on her tits and ass. The tip of the horsewhip flicked cruelly across her puckered asshole, which clenched and flinched upon contact. "Yeah, I'll warm your ass up good. I won't stop whipping you until you beg to suck my Uncle Barth's prick! Beg, you little whore! Beg! Beg!"
Doris saw that she had no choice. If she didn't obey Samuel at once, her back and tits and ass would surely be cut to ribbons.
"All right!" she cried. "I'll suck his prick! I'll suck his cock! I'll do it!"
"Beg to suck his cock!" Samuel commanded, whipping her ruthlessly, relentlessly, not letting up for a second. "Beg for the privilege to suck my Uncle Barth's prick, you fucking, stupid young cunt!"
"Okay, okay! I beg of you, Congressman Barth! Let me suck your wonderful prick! Please!" she yelped, writhing about, twisting and turning grotesquely on the hard, cold floor. She was sweating profusely, her eyes flickering, fighting back tears, begging to suck the brutal Congressman's prick.
Congressman Barth stood by, watching his nephew flog the helpless, manacled young girl. He had a smug expression on his face, and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting to have his prick sucked. He held his hand up high, gesturing Samuel to stop whipping Doris.
Samuel lashed her one final time, and stood back, gasping for breath, the thick sinews on his biceps and forearms rippling with exhaustion. His muscles stood out in bold relief as he stood back, satisfied that he had whipped. Doris into submission, smug in the knowledge that he had forced her to beg to suck his Uncle Barth's prick.
"Very good, Samuel," Barth said, smirking, complimenting his nephew's wicked work. "I think the cunt is ready to suck my cock!" He stepped forward, his prick dangling, only half-hard, as he straddled Doris' face. "Now," he said, addressing the kneeling, handcuffed young girl, "it seems as though you're ready to suck my cock, is that right?"
"Y-yes," she stammered, unwillingly opening her mouth so that the man's prick could enter her.
The Congressman laughed and guided his prick between her full lips. "Okay, bitch, put a nice lip lock on my cock – and suck it hard!"
Doris obeyed, albeit reluctantly. She was ashamed and disgusted, but, more than anything else, she feared being whipped by Samuel. Swallowing her pride, she wrapped her lips around the Congressman's prick and licked hotly along it's length. His cock grew quickly in her mouth as she slurped it into her throat. His cock-knob pressed into her tonsils and raked across the linings of her mouth, bobbing and lurching as blood rushed into his prick and filled the veins that criss-crossed his lengthy cock-shaft.
She sucked his cock, closing her eyes so that she would not be forced to watch his prick-veins swell with blood. His prick grew to monstrous proportions in her mouth.
"Yeah, that's it! One last sucking! One last blow-job for the road. One last cock-sucking from my sweet little teen-age slut before Samuel and I take you to the Mogul. Yeah! Hot damn! Unngggghhhhh! Mmmmmmppppphhhhh! Give me a good blow-job, you fucking teenage cocksucker!"
Her mouth was filled to overflowing with the man's prick. She breathed deeply whenever he pulled backward. His crotch-hairs pound into her nostrils when he plunged forward. Her cheeks and chin were getting chafed raw from his grinding. She could feel his swollen prick throbbing inside of her sucking and slurping lips. His spasming cock caused a weird, tippling sensation in her tortured and abused throat. Her tonsils were all puffed up, swollen from the battering of his rock-hard prick as it slammed deep into her sucking mouth.
"Hold it!" Barth shouted. "I want your asshole! Stop sucking my prick, you bitch!" He cuffed her across her cheeks and pulled backward, his stiff prick slipping out of her mouth. He stood over the girl, his prick wagging in front of her face.
She looked at him, awestruck, her face pale and ashen, her puckered asshole twitching and clenching in nervous anticipation. Her asshole was raw and sore from the butt-plug that Senator Hamilton had inserted deeply in her ass-channel.
That dreadful ass-plug had reamed the hell out of her tender and tiny asshole! Surely, she would die of pain if he insisted on fucking her asshole!
"Let me finish sucking your cock!" she shouted, preferring the lesser of two dreaded evils. Better for the man to shoot his filthy load of jism into her mouth than for him to rape her tender asshole, she thought anxiously.
But, Congressman Barth's mind was set on a furious ass-fucking. It was obvious by the look of lust in his eyes that he could not be dissuaded from raping her raw and sore asshole. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down on the floor, kicking her hard in the ribs so that she turned on her side. With the tip of his shoe, he rolled her over on her belly.
She lay flat, gasping with pain from the kick to her side, tears streaking down her face – her face contorted with fear!
The Congressman smiled lewdly and knelt down between her twitching thighs. He gripped his prick between his fingers and guided his throbbing cockstalk between her asscheeks. When she involuntarily clenched the muscles in her ass, forbidding the entrance of his prick, he gestured to his nephew to pry her asscheeks apart. "The bitch is playing hard-to-get," he quipped as he glowered wide-eyed at her puckered asshole. "Give me a hand, Samuel."
Samuel was eager to oblige. He bent down and gripped her asscheeks tightly. Pulling her asscheeks wide apart, he grinned sadistically.
"Please, don't do that!" she wailed. "My asshole is killing me! It'll kill me if you put your prick in there!"
"You're exaggerating, Doris," Congressman Barth said. He guided his prick into her asshole, penetrating the outer ring of sphincter muscles that surrounded her tiny ass-channel. "Hey! You should try to enjoy this fucking," he said. "This may be the last time that you ever get fucked by a man, even if it is in your asshole. Shit, after today, you'll be fucking Horace! Haw! Haw! Haw!"
"Yeah, you should be happy with your last human fucking!" Samuel added, enthusiastically, as his hands pried her asscheeks apart.
Congressman Barth's rock-hard prick burrowed its way past her ring of protective sphincter muscles and sliced hard and fast into her tight, ravaged asshole. He fucked her asshole with frenzied cock thrusts that made her shudder with pain and revulsion. She tried to shut out the brutal reality of the moment, but it was an impossible task! The pain seared through her aped asshole and she quivered with terrible fear.
"Unnnnnnn! Yeah, nice, tight asshole. Love it, bitch!" Congressman Barth hissed as he ass-fucked Doris.
Meanwhile, in a lushly decorated bedroom on the second floor of the mansion, Senator Hamilton was fucking the brunette bitch, Suzanne. They were both completely naked. Suzanne's beautiful legs were wrapped around the Senator's waist as she bucked and writhed in passionate glory, savoring his delicious cock-thrusts into her lovely pussy. Her cunt was wet with pussy-juice.
"Ohhhhhhh, good God!" Hamilton exclaimed. "Such a lovely cunt! It's nice and tight! I love it! Unnnnnnn! Can't get enough of your pussy, you beautiful bitch!"
He slammed forward, filling her pussy with his meaty prick, fucking her frantically, reveling in the wonderful, sexy sensations that pulsed through his blue-veined prick. He was momentarily lost in the fucking. In fact, she had come on to him so quickly that he had been totally distracted from his mission. The reason he had gone to her bedroom to speak with her was to find out about what they were planning to do with Doris. Surely, he had thought, Suzanne would know all about sex shows and Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. He had planned to question her and find out what was going on at Congressman Barth's Mexican estate. After all, he had helped pay for the place. There was no good reason why he shouldn't know what was going on with the young girls that Samuel and Suzanne brought down there on Barth's instructions.
But, all of that was forgotten for the moment, as he rammed his prick hard and fast into Suzanne's brown-thatched cunt. He was too excited to think about anything but sex! Later, he would question her about the things that were on his mind.
"Ohhhhhhh, Senator Hamilton," she cooed. "Your prick is so nice and hard. Unnnnnnn! I love fucking you! We should have gotten together earlier!"
"And you, my dear, fuck like a rabbit! Ummppphhhhh! Mmmmmppphhh! I love your pussy, you lovely vixen!" the Senator exclaimed, fucking her fast and hard, his cock ripping through her pussy, raking obscene sexual joy from her rippling, slick cunt-walls.
Doris knew that she wouldn't be able to stand much more of the vicious ass-fucking. She prayed that the wicked man would soon come, ending her pain. Her asshole felt like it was burning up. The pain was too much to be believed!
"This is it!" the Congressman yelped, not a moment too soon. He pounded his prick into her asshole, and shot his load deep into her body. His body stiffened and he luxuriated in the pleasure that tore through him.
As he rolled off of her tortured body, jism oozed obscenely out of her ravaged asshole. She felt awful. Her entire body was racked with pain. She lay there on the floor, trembling with fear, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Her mind raced with thoughts of Senator Hamilton. Where was he? she wondered. He had promised to save her, but he was nowhere in sight!
The Congressman pulled up his trousers and made himself presentable. "We've got to get moving. Suzanne is keeping your good friend, Congressman Hamilton, busy for the moment. We have an appointment with the Mogul."
"Yeah," Congressman Barth agreed. "Let's get her ass out of here before the good Senator starts sticking his nose in our business. This little lady is going to have to go to work at Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe!"