Tony felt himself getting aroused again, and it was easily seen by all those present as his cock jerked upward, blood rushing into the organ.
"I want to fuck this bitch in the ass!" he said to the other men as the third Mexican zipped up his fly.
"Oh, no! You can't do that! No one has ever done that before. It's an unnatural act," Vivian said, her voice revealing the tenor that raced through her. Her asshole hurt from all the fingers that had been reaming her out; she was sure that anything the size of a man's cock would rip her open.
Tony was still holding the cattle prod and touched the cowering girl on the thigh, making her jump from the pain. She was under his total domination, and he knew he could shove the prod up her ass if he wanted to.
"Please have mercy!" Vivian begged. For the first time she let the tears that had been building burst out. She was scared for her very life. Six men had fucked her and degraded her, doing things that were different from anything she had ever experienced in her life.
"Your father would be here instead of you if he were half a man," Tony shot back, touching the girl on the other thigh, making her cringe like a dog. He was getting carried away by the power he possessed over the girl.
The three Mexicans grabbed the girl and roughly turned her over on her belly. They met with little resistance; the cattle prod had shocked the girl into submission.
Vivian lay on her belly, tears running down her cheeks as two of the men held her arms and gruffly ground her body into the concrete floor. The third spread the cheeks of her ass while Tony pushed his fingers in and out of her loose bung.
"My cock is going to split you in half!" he laughed, laying the electric cattle prod on the floor and shifting his body so he could begin to fuck the sweet ass exposed before him.
The Mexican men were all swearing at the girl now; she was totally immersed in abuse.
"You have your father to thank." Again the words echoed in her head, and, for the moment, she was more angry at the man who had helped to conceive her than at her rapers. If her father had really sent an innocent person to prison, then the revenge she was suffering was really his fault.
"She has one of the prettiest asses I've ever seen," said the Mexican who was helping Tony by holding apart the cheeks of her ass. He watched as Tony shoved his finger in and out of her shitter, stretching the tight muscle, getting it ready for his reaming prick.
"Please…" Vivian moaned, more confused than ever. She had already had two orgasms while being degraded, and now that she was on the verge of having her asshole fucked, an act that she thought to be the mast perverse thing that had ever happened to her, she was excited again.
Tony guided his cock to the girl's soft tender asshole as he knelt over her gapped cheeks. He slowly forced his stiff cock up her tight asshole while the other men laughed insidiously, grasping her body as roughly as they could.
"Oh! You're hurting me!" Vivian whimpered, tears and pain radiating from her face as she felt the prick piercing her virgin ass. She was completely demeaned and was shocked that she could feel the least bit of excitement from what was happening to her. Still, even though her asshole was throbbing as her tormentor's prick pushed deeper, she was feeling strange, wanting the pain, humiliation and the sensation to rush over her and make her forget she was being raped because her father had sent an innocent woman to prison.
Tony finally lodged his cock all the way up Vivian's ass. It was so tight that he moaned as he pounded his hips against her spread cheeks, making her asshole open wider, lessening the pain and increasing the pleasure. He wanted to make the girl come while he fucked her ass and talked about her father.
The two Mexicans who were holding Vivian by the arms watched as her facial expression changed from hurt and despair to lust and excitement.
"She likes getting fucked in the ass!" one of the Mexicans hooted. "This woman is a nymphomaniac!"
Maybe I realty am a nymphomaniac, Vivian thought as the pounding prick in her ass made her final resistance collapse. She no longer thought about the evil of what was happening and gave herself over to the feeling of the plunging cock that was making her come again.
"Her asshole's so slick and tight I'm almost ready to come," Tony replied, feeling the girl pushing back on his slamming prick.
Vivian was shocked at herself. She was trying to lunge her inflamed ass back on the shaft that only a few moments ago seemed to be ripping her open. She wanted to feel the slippery hot rush of his jism as it splashed into the depths of her bowels.
"It is your father who is raping you!" Tony screamed as he shot his load deep into the girl's guts.
"My father is raping me…" Vivian murmured as her own climax overcame her.
The four men laughed at the girl and her words. They knew that she was on the verge of a breakdown. Tony was certain tat he would eventually be able to make the girl renounce her father and family, making his revenge complete.
What's becoming of me? Vivian asked herself as she felt the hard cock in her ass soften and then withdraw. Why am I turned on by the brutality of these men? Why am I willing to blame my father for my humiliation?
Tony stood and looked down at the girl's cum-filled asshole. He wanted to make her beg for more cock and condemn her father. He was willing to settle for nothing less than total domination of the girl.
"What are we going to do now?" asked the Mexican who was spreading her buttcheeks. The tone of his voice expressed his desire to continue with the fucking.
"I think we should beat her for a while," Tony answered as he walked over to his pants and pulled the thick leather belt from the loops.
"Please don't beat me!" Vivian sobbed as she watched her chief tormentor fold the belt in half and crack it loudly against his palm. During the entire course of her life, no one had dared beat her, not even her father. The very idea made her cringe; she had no desire to feel the hard sting of leather on her soft creamy flesh.
"Our little prima donna seems scared of the belt," Tony said gruffly as he walked behind the girl still being held by two of the Mexicans.
"Please, I'll do anything you ask!" Vivian cried, trying to avoid the taste of the belt. She was beside herself; the pain and shame of her rape had turned into pleasure and she had been unable to hide it from her tormentors. She had willingly doubted the honesty of her father and had said it so the men could hear her. If the taste of the leather on her soft flesh became stimulating, she was certain she would be totally lost to whatever the men had planned for her. She trembled at the thought; her body still ached from the three times the cattle prod had touched her legs and tits.
"You'll do whatever we tell you to and like it!" Tony roared. The fact that Vivian was beginning to beg for mercy added to his desire to break her completely.
"Look at her wiggle that ass!" one Mexican said with a grin as he watched Vivian thrash about struggling against the firm grip of his two confederates.
"It makes a good target," Tony quipped, his eyes focused on the round firm flesh as it twisted and struggled, helpless to escape the fate of stinging leather.
"Please have mercy on me! I've never done anything to anyone in my life!" the girl cried.
"Here's your mercy!" Tony bellowed as he violently swung the belt over his head, landing a direct blow on Vivian's perfect round ass. A surge of power rushed over him as he watched a red welt rise on her skin.
"Stop… please…" Vivian moaned, the slapping leather bringing tears to her eyes. Still, the stinging blow was stimulating, and she was terrified that even a spanking was capable of producing sexual arousal.
"She's fighting harder than ever. She's a bucking bitch," one Mexican said as he increased his grip on her arms, trying to make the girl wince more than ever.
"Let me hit her, too! I want to beat her gringo ass and cunt with your belt," the Mexican who had fucked her in the mouth and spread her asscheeks demanded.
"You can beat her, too…" Tony said as he swung the belt as hard as he could, smacking her again and again across her quivering ass. He turned and handed the belt to his comrade and then picked up the cattle prod, stepping to the far wall to watch.
The second blow made Vivian bite into her lip; she was determined not to cry or plead with the men any more. She knew that that was what they wanted. The stinging blow hurt, but had been pleasant at the same time.
"Are you ready for my strong arm, slut?" the Mexican with the belt spat as he unlooped it and let it dangle at its full length.
"Beat the bitch good," another man said as he twisted the girl's arm, making her revolve her hips faster in an effort to avoid the full brunt of the oncoming blows.
"Beat the little American's ass until she learns to love it!" the other Mexican said, wanting to see how much she could take.
Without warning the belt whistled through the air, cracking Vivian along the back and ass. A second blow quickly followed the first, striking her across the pussy and belly. A third lashing blow struck the girl before she had recovered from either of the others, making the back of her thighs show red welts. All three of the Mexican's biting strokes had been perfectly placed and he stood back to watch the result they had had on the girl.
Vivian had done everything she could not to scream when the leather snapped at her flesh and she had succeeded in keeping her groaning to a minimum, but she had been unable to do anything about the tears that flowed freely down her face. The second blow that had landed on her cunt had hurt, but at the same time had made the blood rush to her already bloated pussylips, the pain and pleasure intermixed, confusing her more then ever about the way her body reacted to what she believed to be depraved behavior.
The Mexican with the belt felt his prick begin to stir as his dominance over the girl became clearer. He could do anything he wanted; all of his wildest fantasies flashed before him. He had always wanted to piss on a woman and promised himself he would before he left the cell.
"Beat her some more and then fuck her," Tony said to his friend. He could see the excitement the beating was creating and was pleased that the girl would get some more vengeful cock.
"My sentiments exactly!" the Mexican with the belt said as it whirled through the air, landing on the girl's ass and pussy with a resounding crack. He aimed twice more, both times hitting the squirming target on the ass and hot, dripping pussy.
"You're driving me out of my mind!" Vivian shrieked at the first blow, her already swollen cunt and well-fucked ass tingling in pain that created pleasure.
"Please stop!" she begged as the second lashing stroke landed over the same area as the first, nipping into her clit and sending a spasm rocketing over her body. The pain was bringing her pleasure and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Ohhh… ahhh… ohhh…" Vivian moaned, unable to hide the truth from her beater any longer. The last hard lash across her cunt and ass had sparked a fire that she would never forget. She thought her pussy would burst from the blood that rushed and pounded into the lips.
"She likes it," Tony chimed as the girl's moaning gave away the last of her self-respect. It was more than he had dared hope for. The girl had an incredible capacity for sex, a reservoir that had lain dormant until today, waiting for someone to release it. Tony knew that his plan would work. He was certain that he could convince Vivian that it was her father's fault that she was being abused, and finally get her to renounce her love for him in the worst possible way.
The Mexican who was beating Vivian stopped. He dropped the belt to the floor and pounced on the girl, ramming his cock into her cunt from behind, sinking to the depths of her slippery pussy instantly. He was amazed at the tightness and fire; this was one cunt that would be a pleasure to fuck.
Vivian's pussy sucked at the intruding cock. Her body was already burning from the beating and fucking she had just endured. It was impossible for her to even try to hide the enjoyment she was deriving from all the abuse that was being heaped upon her. It was as if all her life she had been waiting for someone to burst the dam of pent-up desire that lay below the surface of her normal self.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped.
She shuddered all over and felt the saliva drip from her mouth. She was in a sexual daze; everything that she had ever been taught about love and sex were quickly forgotten under the succession of fucking and reaming cocks. She felt his hands grasp and weave her asscheeks, making her asshole pucker while sensation swept from her pussy across her flexing spine.
"Fuck me back!" the Mexican demanded as he lunged deeply, his cock churning into the girl's steaming cunt. He manipulated her ass up and down, making it spread around as he humped wildly away on her. The front of his legs bumped repeatedly against the back of her thighs as his cock wedged deeply into the crevice of her swollen twat. His hands pinched the flesh of her ass again and again, adding pain and pleasure to the stimulation the girl was feeling.
The Mexicans holding the girl watched as her head bobbed up and down from the doggy-style fucking. The constant beating against her ass had her moving in a passionate rhythm.
Vivian yelled. She just had to, there was nothing she could do to stop the show of emotion. The sensation was devastating. The first waves of a convulsive orgasm swept over her like a wave and consumed her in its rush. She wanted to collapse, but the two men continued to hold her up. The cock firmly locked in her cunt pounded away, prolonging the pleasure.
She let her mouth fall open as her breath rushed in and out. She felt crushed by the weight on her back and wondered how much more her body could endure.
The Mexican was still beating against her ass, frantically trying to reach his own climax. The whipping and the fact that the girl was responding to his cock had excited him beyond belief. She was a demon, a natural whore raised with a silver spoon in her mouth instead of a dildo in her cunt.
"Fuck me… Fuck me!" Vivian cried, surprised even as the words came from her mouth. She no longer cared what the men who were raping her thought; all she craved was the gratification of the pounding cock in her cunt.
Tony used the girl's total immersion in her sexuality as his cue to continue with the belittling of her father.
"Your father's the one who's turning you into a tramp," he said, moving in front of the girl. He looked into her eyes as the quivering girl writhed under the pounding cock. "Your father's the one responsible for the things that have happened to you. He used an innocent woman to build his career in politics and that's why you will suffer for his sins."
"My father's fault…" she murmured as the pounding cock and the voice blended into one. Her head was spinning from all the abuse and her body was tired from the series of explosive orgasms that she had just experienced. Her lover Max was forgotten as she grew less able to fight the desires of her flesh.
The Mexican fucked faster and faster, rocking the girl with his need to hurry to an orgasm. His finger still pulled and pinched at the flesh of her ass as he watched her butthole open and close in time to his hard ramming pace.
"Ohhh… I'm coming," he moaned as he felt his hot sperm burst from the depth of his balls and spray the searing walls of the girl's cunt.
The two men who were holding Vivian let go of her; they laughed as she sprawled forward, flat and hard on the floor.
"Have mercy on me, please," she moaned as she fought desperately, trying to rise to her knees. Her exhaustion was total, leaving her on the verge of passing out.
"Let's dress and get out of here… This slut bores me," the Mexican who had just finished fucking Vivian said, wiping the last of his dripping sperm on the red trembling cheeks of her ass.
"Okay," Tony replied, wanting Vivian to relax so that the last shock that dwelt in his mind for the girl's present humiliation would leave her marked with a memory that would last the rest of her life.
Tony began to dress, placing the cattle prod on the floor, watching the others, certain that he could win the girl's mind after seeing the way Vivian had reacted to the rape.
At first Vivian thought she had been hearing things, but it seemed true enough; the men were dressing! An instant surge of relief swept over her, making the hurt ease slightly so she could think clearly.
I've been raped twice in one day by six men for a crime I didn't commit! What type of men live in Mexico? she asked herself, wondering if the cattle prod would leave bruises on her skin.
You have your father to thank. This echoed in her mind as she allowed herself to fall flat on the floor again. She was too weak to make the effort to roll up into a protective ball. You have your father to thank. This supplied the answer to her question. If her father had really put an innocent woman in prison, then he shared a lot in common with the men she had met so far in Mexico, except he was really somewhat worse. Revenge was easier to understand than greed, or so it seemed to Vivian.
"Well, you little slut…" Tony said as he stood over her prone body, completely dressed, the cattle prod once again firmly in his grasp. "You are in the Procuraduria, a place where common criminals like yourself are interrogated…" He used the toe of his boot to stir interest in the girl as he talked. "You have signed a confession to the crime of smuggling. You will be transferred to the Carcel Preventiva, a place full of lesbians and thieves, where you will wait for a trial for about eight months. The judge will sentence you to nine years in prison. Remember… you have only your father to thank."
The words and constant tapping of the toe of her tormentor's boot made Vivian cry hysterically. She was stunned at the prospect of spending nine years with lesbians, thieves, and vile fascists who would take advantage of her any time they wanted. What is going to happen to me? she thought, the memory of how wantonly she had responded to all the awful things that had happened to her so far making her tremble. The words, "you have only your father to thank," added their surrealistic ring to her confusion.
"I want to piss on the gringo whore," the Mexican who had fucked her last said as he finished dressing and stood next to Tony.
"So do it." Tony replied. "I want this little cunt to remember the day she paid for her father's life of luxury with her flesh."
The other two Mexicans finished dressing and stood over the girl.
Vivian cringed as she heard them speak, yet the idea stimulated her imagination and she found herself waiting to see what it would really be like. If they piss on me, they won't fuck me any more, she rationalized. Tony and the Mexican next to him unzipped their pants and began to urinate all over the girl's back and hair.
Vivian shrieked as the warm piss splashed against her skin and ran down from her hair onto her face, stinging her eyes. She should have been shocked and angry, but instead she felt thrilled; her whole life had been a sheltered affair where everything had been planned and approved; even her love life.
Now, suddenly, after a shattering series of orgasms during a rape, she was being pissed on; a baptism for the masochistic personality that had been waiting in her subconscious mind for the exact moment to rush out and consume her totally. How else could she explain the fact that she, a well-educated woman from a good family with a good lover, was enjoying the piss of two men who had been part of her humiliating rape?
"It's a shame to give this young bitch to the lesbians in the Carcel Preventiva," Tony said as he shook the last drops of his piss onto the girl's back.
"Yes, there's no telling what will happen to her there," the other pissing man replied as he drained his bladder into the girl's hair.
The two men finished and zipped up their flies; they were almost done with the girl for now.
All of this talk about lesbians, thieves, and prison, combined with Vivian's doubts about her father, and the guilt she felt about enjoying all of the perverted things that had happened to her. There was no way she could deny the orgasms that had rocked her body, or the strange sensation the tingling pee had produced. She was so consumed in her thoughts that she failed to notice Tony as he moved around behind her, the cattle prod still held firmly in his hand. The noise of the laughing men distracted her from being wary.
Tony looked down at the sprawled-out girl; the cheeks of her ass were still parted. Without mercy or warning he plunged the prod at Vivian's bung, lodging the tip firmly in place, shocking the girl unconscious.
"You have only your father to thank." Tony laughed.