Raul Hernandez sipped his coffee slowly and rested his weight on the glass candy counter of the main souvenir stand in Benito Juarez International Airport, standing with one foot against the sturdy structure and leaning backwards. He was a familiar sight at the airport; his lean well-trimmed body and pleasant smile along with his casual dress helped hide the fact that he was really a member of the Federal Judicial Police, more commonly referred to as Federales.
The reasons for standing on this spot were twofold. The first was its central location; Raul could see everything he felt was important to a special narcotics officer: the baggage area for incoming flights and the Mexican Customs Inspection Area for incoming tourists. The second was a reward linked with the first: he could see all the glamorous women from all over the world as they descended on his city, Juarez.
Raul checked his watch. It was two-thirty; only ten more minutes and the flight he was waiting for should taxi up and unload its passengers. Only ten more minutes and he could earn forty thousand pesos from old Juan Maximillian as well as produce another gringo for the prison system. Today the game of Mordida – "scratching itchy palms" – would pay a double dividend, truly a rare occurrence.
As a member of the Federales Raul held a position of power and respect. It had always been the custom of those in power in Mexico to procure extra money by selling the influence they possessed. After all, how else could they be expected to live in the standards their responsibilities demanded? Surely it wasn't possible on the salary the government paid. The system was as old as time, and worked well, so there were no feelings of guilt when someone took money when it was offered.
If I can do a few more big favors this year, I'll have enough to buy the title of Capitan sooner than I thought! The prospect of so much money for so little work was making Raul impatient. He wanted the flight to arrive so he could at rest the girl Juan was paying him to arrest and go about the more pleasurable duties of his job. Like sampling some of the young cunt at the local cantinas where he sold his protection from any local hassles about the pot and cocaine the owners offered freely to customers who purchased the favors of one or more of the lovely ladies who worked for them.
The girl's name was Vivian Long, and Raul knew her father was a United States Senator. But it didn't matter to him; the man's power and influence was across the border, and he would be hard-pressed to prove that his daughter had been set up for a narcotics bust. After all, old Juan was very smart; the cocaine had already been planted in Bogota by the same source who had found out the girl was going to land at Juarez. All he had to do was to open Vivian's overnight bag and open a can of dental powder to find her "stash". The girl could protest to God Himself and it would do no good. She was now guilty of a crime against the government of Mexico and would be punished according to the law.
Raul was just finishing his coffee as flight two twenty-seven taxied into view. He set the empty cup down and made his way to the customs station where he was immediately approached by a heavy-set uniformed guard. It was Pedro Polma, a man of about forty who, like himself, was a federal official.
"Hello, Raul!" the older man bellowed, extending his meaty hand. "What brings you to my lowly station today?"
"Hello, Pedro," Raul said, returning the greeting and accepting the hand. "I have information that a young woman is going to try to smuggle some contraband past your inspection area." The two men had worked together well in the past and for that reason Raul was very respectful of his station. He knew Pedro would play the Mordida game with him and would give way to the special search he wanted to conduct.
"Well, if that is true, I'll find her," Pedro answered, knowing that it was Raul who wanted the credit for the arrest.
"I knew you could do the job by yourself," Raul's voice was thick as he tried to make his flattery sound sincere. "But let me show you something." He reached into his back pocket and produced a large official identification which he opened. Inside were his photo and badge along with two large fifty-peso notes.
"Oh, yes… I see. Surely you will help me in finding this woman who would so flagrantly violate our laws!" Pedro's words were soft as he removed the bills and stuffed them into his pocket, handing the identification back to his benefactor.
The tourists were beginning to trickle into the Mexican Customs Inspection Area with their baggage. Raul tensed his large brown eyes, scanning each person as they entered the door. He had been shown two recent photos of the girl, with her long blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. He was sure she was lovelier than her pictures.
Suddenly he saw her. She was outside the glass door, waiting in line, her bright-blue miniskirt showing off the softness of her lovely legs. She stood unsuspecting of any of the drama that was about to descend into her life.
"That's her, the one in the blue!" Raul said to Pedro as he put his identification back in to his rear pocket.
"She's some looker, Raul," Pedro answered as the two men walked over to the long brown table where luggage was checked along with the passports and customs declarations. "I hope you let me do some of the interrogating." He chuckled as they arrived.
"It just might be arranged," Raul smiled, watching as the girl entered the room, sealing her fate.
There were five other customs agents working feverishly to process the tourists. They were stamping passports, opening bags for the quick look, and asking if anyone had anything to declare. The operation was quick and smooth.
Pedro opened a new spot just as Vivian's turn was about to come. The short heavy man smiled as the girl produced her passport and two bags. He was stamping her papers and asking all the necessary questions as Raul looked through her bags. Vivian answered the questions and hardly noticed when Raul produced a can of tooth powder from her overnight bag. After only a sniff of the contents, he bent and whispered into the older man's ear. With a perfect piece of acting, Pedro shook his head in disbelief.
"Not one so lovely as this!" he said with a look of amazement on his face for the benefit of the tourists and other customs agents.
"Young lady, will you please step on this side of the counter," Pedro requested in his most authoritative voice.
Vivian responded by doing as she was told. She had no reason to be suspicious in the least of the men. All she wanted was to get out of the customs department and find Max in the main lobby of the airport. Her pussy was still hot from the thoughts she had had on the plane and she wanted her lover to soothe the need.
She followed the two men as they led her to the back of the large room and through a door into a section of smaller offices. A slight tingle of apprehension was building up inside of her, a secret sense was trying to tell her something. During the entire walk neither of them said anything to her and she asked them nothing. Father could have found out about my leaving Bogota a few days early and asked the Mexican government to shepherd me to Washington, she thought to herself, dismissing the instant of fear with a shrug.
The three stopped in front of a small, sparsely furnished office.
"Would you kindly have a seat," Raul said, motioning to the inside of the room.
Again Vivian did as she was told without any real thought about the circumstances she found herself involved in. She was too used to the security of her father's power to worry about being afoul of the law anywhere. She crossed the room and took the seat on the visitor's side of the desk and began to look about. There were no pictures on the walls, and no rugs on the floor. The only furnishings were the desk and two chairs.
The only thing Vivian was certain about was that she was very horny. All she really wanted to feel was Max's cock slamming deep into her wet warm cunt. She squirmed in the seat as her panties rubbed against the tender lips of her pussy, sending a shiver of desire sweeping across her body. Oh! Please hurry, she found herself wishing as the seconds ticked by.
Pedro shifted his weight and looked into Raul's eyes as they stood outside the office. It was obvious that there was something on his mind that was not strictly official business and he was quick to make his point.
"That girl is so young and lovely it would be a shame to send her to those swine at the Procuraduria so soon," he said, rubbing his hands together in a slightly nervous fashion.
"And just what do you have in mind?" Raul asked his chunky associate, knowing just how depraved the man could be; he had been told things at the cantina. Normally he would have ignored Pedro's reference to the Procuraduria and taken the girl for interrogation, but she was very lovely and he was eager to hear what the older man had to suggest.
"You know as well as I what is going to happen once she is passed into the hands of those bastards. They will rape her until her cunt is big enough for a donkey." Pedro was hoping he could get to fuck the girl before she was spirited away from the airport.
"That is none of your affair. Whatever the Federal Judicial Police do is official government business." Raul wanted to extract a debt of gratitude from the older man. He knew what he was going to suggest and felt the need for a fuck himself.
"Raul, I want to help you. I could have one of the men type up a confession for smuggling three ounces of cocaine and we could convince her to sign it. Just think how much more fun the boys down at the Procuraduria could have if the work were done for them. It would make you very popular with them and me." Pedro had just committed himself to doing Raul a favor, but he didn't care. All this talk had made him horny to sink his prick into the gringo's warm soft pussy.
"Okay, Pedro. Have one of your men type up a confession and well see what we can do with the little honey," Raul said with a smile. He was very happy with himself; in just one day he had made a lot of money, arrested a gringo girl with a very important father, made Pedro owe him a debt of gratitude, and now was going to get laid by the same lovely girl he had just arrested.
"I'll be back with the confession as quickly as my old legs will let me travel," the older man promised as he started down the hall towards the door by which the three had entered. "Save some for me!" he shouted over his shoulder as he hurried off.
Raul just smiled and opened the door to where the girl was waiting. He avoided looking at her as he entered the room and sat down behind the desk. He knew the girl was from a very wealthy family and that she wasn't used to any kind of abuse or mistreatment.
I wonder how long it will take to get her to sign the confession? he thought as he lit up a cigarette and casually rested his feet on top of the desk. For the first time he looked at her face and saw just how sensuous the girl really was and found himself hoping she would struggle hard. He liked women with spirit.
Vivian felt herself cringe under the gaze of the evil-looking Mexican. His large brown eyes pierced to the very depths of her soul. All sorts of questions rushed through her mind as she watched her guard blow smoke rings and leer. Her pussy was still hot. She wanted to be with Max.
Raul was the first to break the silence. He stood and stretched to his full height, flexing his muscles as he spoke in an extremely gruff tone.
"Do you know why you're here, little girl?"
"No." Vivian's voice was on the verge of quaking. For the first time since she had entered the room she felt threatened. This man was as big as her own Max and not very friendly and the way he had called her a "little girl" was very strange in itself.
Raul felt a surge of power as he paced the floor in front of the girl, inhaling deeply on his cigarette. The tone of her voice was enough to insure that he was in total command of the situation. She was helplessly lost in her new surroundings. Vivian Long would do whatever he desired by the time he was ready to transfer her to the Procuraduria. Of this he was certain.
"You're being held for investigation by the Federal Judicial Police. The charge is smuggling three ounces of cocaine!" Raul stopped directly in front of his prey, his voice expressing total authority and the ever-increasing power he felt surging over him.
Vivian was shocked at the accusation. She had never used drugs or been connected with anyone who had. She was certain there was some mistake, and that her father would be able to set things straight immediately.
"Sir," she began, her voice surer now than before she had known what the problem was, "I've never used drugs of any sort or tried to smuggle anything. My father is a United States Senator, and if you'll call him, he'll help you straighten things out."
Raul only laughed and reached out, touching her long straight blonde hair, feeling the strands between his fingers.
"I'm a proper young lady!" she said, her voice stronger than it had ever been. This strange man's actions were so quick that she hadn't had time to be scared. Instinctively she pushed his hand away and stood.
Raul stopped laughing and backhanded the girl, knocking her off her feet. He looked at the soft whiteness of her thighs as she lay, puzzled over the abrupt violence. He could see the clean whiteness of her panties; her miniskirt had risen high up her legs. He flicked his cigarette on the floor and crushed it menacingly under his foot.
Vivian was dazed by the blow. No one had ever struck her in her entire life, not even her father! She was afraid to move as she watched this man, whose name she didn't even know, move forward and tower over her.
Raul reached down and jerked Vivian up by the hair until she was on her knees in front of him and smacked her again across the mouth. He was surprised at the enjoyment he was deriving from making her cower with fear.
Vivian's head jerked from the blow, but was restrained by quick tugging of her hair. She had never experienced anything like this before, and could only react with fear and tears. The room was spinning and she was completely confused.
"You are in the custody of the Federal Judicial Police and will do what is commanded of you. You are a smuggler and a whore and your father can do nothing to help you," Raul said as he reached down and touched the helpless girl's tits, pushing hard against her jugs with one massive hand, still keeping her hair firmly grasped with the other. He was sexually excited by the sheer dominance he held over the girl.
"Please… you're hurting me!" Vivian sobbed. Her head was still spinning and the new advances of her tormentor added tremendously to her fear. She was trembling, scared to resist any further because of his overwhelming strength.
Raul felt Vivian's nipples growing hard under his grinding caress. Her body was responding against its will.
"You little tramp," he hissed at her and spat in her face. "You're going to sign a confession of your crime and do whatever I tell you!"
Vivian found the spray of spit and the continued pawing of her tits completely humiliating. She was sure that this man was insane and that for her own safety it was best to do everything he said. All she could do was nod her head in consent and hope she would meet some official who was in complete command of his faculties.
"Good," Raul whispered, his voice husky with desire. The fact that he was master of the moment added to his excitement. Without warning he stopped touching her tits and pulled down the zipper of his pants, revealing an erect prick.
"Oh, my God!" Vivian gasped at the sight of his pulsing hard-on. She had never seen a cock so big; it was at least eight inches of throbbing meat with a massive purple head. She flinched and for the first time tried desperately to struggle.
"Suck, you bitch!" he ordered, increasing the pressure on her hair and smacking her again. Power was sending Raul to new heights of desire, and he wanted to humiliate her even further by forcing her to give him a blow job.
Vivian shrieked as he pushed his erect cock against her soft cheeks, and she was immediately sent reeling under another slapping blow. Tears of shame and humiliation were running down her face as the futility of her struggle became clear. She had no choice. She would have to suck this Mexican's cock, a thing she hadn't even done with Max.
Raul pulled Vivian's hair as hard as he could, forcing her head back until her mouth opened wide. With his free hand he rubbed his cock over her lips and forced the head into her mouth. His legs shivered as he pushed his prick deeper into her mouth, pushing until he touched the back of her throat.
Vivian gagged; she wanted to bite the intruding dick, but didn't out of fear.
Raul gyrated his hips and caressed the girl's firm young tits as the power he felt increased. Vivian was subject to his will and desires.
"Use your tongue and suck," he commanded in a menacing manner.
The thought of the perversity in the act she was committing almost made Vivian sick. She did as she was told, boldly lashing the large purple head of the cock in her mouth with her tongue as she sucked with all her might, wanting to draw the sperm from his balls as quickly as possible. She was willing to do anything to end the trauma that was causing her so much anguish.
"That's much better," Raul moaned, driving his cock deeper, as deep as it would go, making the girl open her throat wide. He let go of her hair and grabbed her head in both hands, using her ears to hold on while he fucked her mouth.
Oh, please come… Vivian thought as she continued to lap at the slamming cock. All she wanted was for the ordeal to end. Her ears were huffing from pressure and tugging. Her mouth was stuffed with a pounding prick and she didn't understand why. She had never done anything in her life close to smuggling.
Raul thrust his hips harder, forcing his cock farther down the girl's throat, making her lips sink lower along his shaft. He sucked in his breath every time she used her tongue on the head of his cock, pleasing him more and more.
"Keep sucking, you dirty little tramp!" he bellowed as his desire increased. He had never been so excited.
Vivian sucked more furiously than ever; fear drove her on. She used her tongue on his cockhead like a whip, making Raul moan with lust. She felt his hips on her face and smelled the acidic odor of his crotch as he slammed into her face. She gagged as his cock nudged the back of her throat again and again, deeper with each thrust, slipping part of the way in with each lunge, making him groan with pleasure. Despite herself, Vivian was getting caught up in the sex she was being forced to participate in and for a moment forgot herself and almost enjoyed sucking the Mexican's cock.
Oh, my God! she thought, snapping herself back to the truth. She was being forced to give a man she didn't even know a blowjob! How could she find even the slightest pleasure in it?
Raul felt Vivian giving in to his brutal assault on her mouth; this added to the fire that burned in his balls. He fucked harder and harder into her mouth wanting to drive his cock as deep as it would go. He wanted to drown the girl in his cum, making her drink every drop of his fuck juice.
Vivian was surprised at the speed with which she had adapted to the pounding cock in her mouth as it pushed to the depths of her throat. She had stopped choking with each deep driving thrust and had learned quickly how to relax the muscles in order to accept the entire length of his prick. She was shocked and humiliated at the way she was acting. What's the matter with me? she thought as the cock slammed in and out of her mouth. She wanted to resist, but submission was the easiest path to follow.
"Oh! Ohhhhh! AHHHHH!" Raul was beside himself as the first uncontrollable rush of his climax hit him, pushing his sperm from his balls as he slammed his cock as deeply into her sucking mouth as he could. Jet after jet spurted from his prick as he grabbed the girl's ears harder than ever. His cream splashed against her throat and ran the full length down to her stomach as he groaned with pleasure. He had conquered the girl quickly, and this pleased him almost as much as the orgasm.
The heavy, salty sperm filled Vivian's mouth quickly and she was forced to swallow every drop. The taste seemed foul at first, but soon changed as more and more of the hot sticky jizz filled her. Again for an instant she forgot what was happening and allowed the taste to excite her as it trickled down to her belly.
Raul allowed his cock to slide from the kneeling girl's mouth while he released her ears and used his free hands to rub the softening rod over her entire face. His climax had been long and satisfying, one of the best he had ever had.
Vivian sighed with relief as her tormentor stepped back from her and put his immense prick back in his pants. Her knees hurt, her hair was ruffled badly, her face still stung from the brutal slaps, and the cum she had swallowed did nothing to ease the dryness she was feeling in her throat. She had never had anything like this happen before, and she wasn't sure what to say or how to act. If what this man had said to her were true, about the smuggling, the future could be very bleak.
"Well, you little slut, how did you like the taste of my cum?" he asked her, still looming over the girl. Raul had had what he wanted, and didn't want her to have time to organize her thoughts. He knew that the longer he humiliated her, the easier it would be to get her to sign a confession.
"Could I please have some water?" Vivian asked. The tone of her voice begged for relief. "Please, sir, just a little water."
Raul looked down at the once-proud girl and laughed loudly. He turned and walked to the desk, where he opened one of the drawers and produced a bottle of clear white liquid. He broke the seal and took a long drink.
Vivian watched, licking her parched lips, hoping she would get a drink. She couldn't remember ever having been so thirsty. She needed to wash away the stale salty taste of the sperm she had been forced to swallow. She didn't know what was going to happen or when she would ever get free of this man who had abused her so. Her thoughts were too scrambled to try to make any sense out of what had just taken place. All she was certain of was that she needed a drink.
Raul had finished drinking from the bottle and walked back around the desk to where the girl was still kneeling, her head cast down out of fear.
"So, you want a drink," he said in the kindest tone he had used so far with the girl. He wanted to lull the girl into an unsuspecting state for the cruel joke he was about to play on her. He was trying to break her mind and spirit at the same time.
"Oh… please, just a little sip of water," Vivian was on the brink of becoming hysterical. In all of her life she had never wanted for anything. Up until a short time ago she could have had the best of whatever her desires happened to be, and now she found herself begging a man she didn't even know for some water. The circumstances of the moment were about to drive her insane.
Raul grasped the girl's long blonde hair and pulled her head back, again forcing her to open her mouth wide. For a cruel instant he waved the bottle of clear liquid in front of her face, teasing her.
"If you spill a drop, you'll pay dearly for it," he warned as he tilted the bottle to her lips and poured the liquid slowly down her throat.
Vivian coughed and gagged, but the liquid continued to pour. She was helpless to do anything but drink the burning fluid that came out of the bottle. She was afraid not to. Her mouth and throat were on fire, and her stomach threatened to push the liquid back up if the steady stream didn't stop. She had been tricked; the bottle was filled with cheap Mexican tequila. Tears welled up in her eyes as she swallowed.
Raul continued to laugh as he took the bottle away from her mouth. He had managed to pour about a half-pint down the helpless girl's throat while she coughed and gagged. Soon she would be drunk enough to sign anything.
Vivian sighed with relief as the door to the office opened and the shorter, stouter man came into the room. She was certain he would help her; had he not been kind out in the customs area? He would make this madman stop hurting her.