***
New York, New York
Renee/Robert Warren
I feel violated. Well... I was violated!
This Escobar miscreant became forceful. I tried to give him a pleasant and calming blow job, as in the park, but he reached into the cage with his right hand, thankfully not able to fit both through the hatch, grasped the hair at the back of my head and announced I was to be ‘skull fucked’
‘No biting,’ Miss Ramona proclaimed, inaugurating another rule as the turgid manhood plunged well down my throat. I choked... violently... and Escobar laughed, holding my head and thrusting forcefully with his hips. He’s well hung, able to stand outside the cage and still penetrate well into my mouth and throat. I gasped for breath. He commanded me to suck... ‘lick, you little whore’.
Some words were in Spanish, not known to me.
Tears formed with the pain... the frustration... the degradation. Miss Ramona looked on, as I gagged her pleasant smile transforming to one of evil.
Was it watching my humiliation... or the feel of an envelope stuffed with bills?
In... out... in... out... finally exploding well into my gullet, Escobar grunted in satiation then pushed my head away toward the back of the cage.
‘She’s a natural and her tongue work is good. A little tight about the tonsils, but in time, used often enough, she’ll more readily be opened.’
Zipping himself, Ramona led the man from the room. I could not hear any further conversation as I sat in tears, my throat too sore to even break the rules and speak.
I was not released until much later in the evening, my benefactress assuring that Escobar had left and was far from the premises.
I could not believe a wealthy woman would sell me to such a ruffian for a mere $10,000! She had certainly spent more than that in medical expenses, counseling and hormone treatment.
***
Waldorf Apartment
New York, New York
Ramona and Maria review the tapes. High definition, three different angles, the clarity of sound remarkable as the world’s most ruthless drug lord becomes ruthless indeed, forcing himself on what he believes to be a prepubescent girl.
Scruples? None. Moral outrage should his peers and cohorts learn of the oral ‘rape’? Very little. Criminals do criminal things and expect as much from each other.
But homosexual activity in the macho Hispanic culture of the drug cartels?
Verboten!
The women enjoy immensely. Maria inquires about the next step.
“The hook is set, now how do we reel him in?”
“He wants more, of course. The mesh barrier of the cage offered just enough contact, yet just enough frustration so that he wants to return. He’ll want to feel more of Renee than the back of her head and the warm wetness of her mouth. Impressed with Renee’s relative oral prowess, Escobar wants to open her anally. Says he’ll split her backside and cover the cost of any resulting medical needs.”
“Such a gentleman,” Maria quips.
“And that’s why this profession is so enjoyable... pilfering funds from those who deserve to be pilfered.”
“What’s his offer?”
“$50,000. Complete nakedness. Complete access. No audience.”
“Renee will be injured. She’s not been opened there at all.”
“And she’ll not be. We’ll take the $50,000 and send Escobar on his way with copies of our photo collection. More cash to come of course after he contemplates his unenviable position.”