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 Kate by Socketrocks

   Story Codes: MMF, Pros, slave, non-consent, revenge,

   Kate looked at the familiar cracks in the ceiling, and at the long
unmoving ceiling fan above the bed she lay on.  Her nose itched, but there
was little to be done for it, her arms and legs were tied with rope to the
four sturdy wooden bedposts.  The room was dimly lit, dirty and way too
hot. Light filtered in from the hallway.  The room smelled from the half
filled porcelain piss pot in the corner.  There was no door, only a
curtain, and barely a curtain at that.  The one window was just a square
hole in the wall that looked across an alleyway and provided a view of the
brick facing of the building next door.  The only decoration in the room
was a crucifix on the wall above her bed.

   There were no covers on her bed, just an ancient mattress stained with
the sex juices of a hundred women, and tens of thousands of men.  An old
gray pillow supported her head, beyond that there was little regard for her
comfort.

   From the hallway and from the nearly twenty other rooms exactly like her
own she could hear the sounds of sex.  Men and women, sounds of wetness,
sounds of grunting, exertions, slapping, slurping, screaming, crying and
laughing.  In the months she'd been here, learning to adapt to her new
life, she had come to think of the other women in the other rooms as her
sisters, even though she seldom ever saw them.  And they were all Mexican,
except for her, and none of them spoke English.

   Kate heard footsteps from the hallway, close to her room.  She looked
over to see a couple of men, drunk and rough looking.  Their eyes widened
at sight of her, a white woman, and a beauty too.  A woman like that could
command virtual fortunes in the better whorehouses uptown, why would she be
strapped to a bed like a common crib-girl at the edge of the seediest part
of Mexico?  Uncertainly the men entered the room and took a closer look at
Kate.

   She was strapped to the bed, legs wide apart, her arms tied to the
bedposts at the headboard.  She was naked, except for the black dog collar
she was forced to wear.  The tag on the collar said "23" the number that
used to be on the door to the room she was in way back when the building
was a seedy hotel.  The collar was fastened in such a way that it couldn't
be unfastened, it would have to be cut off to be removed.  The men smiled
as they touched her large breasts, silicon implants, paid for by one of her
many "boyfriends" back in her former life.  Large rings pierced each
nipple, and the men enjoy pulling on them, and squeezing her fake tits.

   Her hair was short, having only grown out an inch or so from the time
she first arrived here over three months ago, and completely shaved and
deloused.  The rest of her body was kept bare, as the proprietors had all
the women here shaved weekly.  She wore no make-up; that was an unnecessary
expense in such a dark place, where all was touch, feel and smell.  She was
sprayed with some sort of cheap perfume every evening when strapped to the
bed, once between her tits, and once between her legs.

   Between her legs was another piercing, the hood of her clitoris, a small
vertical metal rod that rubbed her just the right way when she was fucked.
Her earrings had been taken and probably sold, along with everything else
she owned.  She suspected that her earlobe piercings had long healed, but
she hadn't seen a mirror or had her hands free since her arrival, so she
couldn't tell.  Her last piercing was the stud in her tongue.  Her new
owners chortled when they saw that, they knew that she would have no
trouble pleasing the men who came to this brothel.  The tongue stud spoke
of a woman with much experience in pleasing a man with her tongue.

   One of the men was removing his pants, while the other watched,
excitement growing on his face.  Kate shifted slightly, preparing for the
man.  Long ago she had stopped counting the men, and had recently lost
count of the days and nights she spent here.  Over three months, surly, and
at least eight men a day, more than twenty on weekends.  More than nine
hundred men had used her while she was strapped here in this room.  She
knew the men only paid a couple of pesos for the use of the room.  At no
more than five pesos a customer, how long would it take her to pay off the
debt she owed?

   The man climbed on top of her, his breath shallow, and smelled of cheap
booze.  He started sucking her nipples, playing with the rings with his
mouth.  His hard cock entered her easily.  She was well lubricated from the
first three men that had come in her that night.  The man rocked on top of
her, pleasing himself in her gooey hole.  With a grunt he was done,
exhausting himself, letting his full weight crush her into the mattress. 
Kate could feel his weight and the heat.  She was thirsty, but knew the
water was still some time away.

   The man's friend wanted his turn, and rolled him off Kate.  He looked at
Kate's pussy, oozing cum, and seemed hesitant to fuck her there.  Kate
smiled, and licked her lips.  The man, in the dim light, saw a glint of
light reflected in the piercing in her tongue and smiled.  He climbed on
the bed, kneeling near her head, and put his dick in her mouth.  Kate
tasted the tangy, sweaty cock and did her best to coat it with her meager
supply of spit.  In a second or two the meat in her mouth got her saliva
flowing, and soon the man was enjoying a slurpy blowjob, with the tongue
stud gliding over all his most sensitive places.  He held her head in his
hands, and fucked her face roughly, with regard for only his own pleasure.
Kate made the groaning, slurping choking sounds men loved to hear, and the
man came quickly, spurting into her mouth.  Then the man pulled away,
lobbing a spurt of cum across her cheek and nose, then a third and last
spurt in her hair and on the pillow.

   The man's friend was snoring on the floor where he had landed when
rolled off Kate.  With a laugh the man kicked his friend awake, zipping his
pants while his friend staggered to his feet.  In the dim light the man
pointed out the cum he had left on Kate's face.  Both men laughed and
exchanged words in Spanish that Kate couldn't understand.  One word the men
had said stuck out: la puta, meaning slut.  It was a word Kate heard often
here.  It was a word she had heard when she had first come to Mexico with
her new husband, over a month ago -

   Kate had always been aware of her extreme good looks and of her affect
on men.  Early on she learned that men would give her things if she was
nice to them, and she learned how to play to their egos, and behave the way
men wanted.  Men would lavish money and gifts on her, and sometimes she
wouldn't even have to sleep with them.  But the money and presents were
always better when she did.

   She used the money and the free time she had from not having to work to
make herself even more irresistible to men.  The fake tits were first, paid
for by some poor slob she married and dumped the same week.  The piercings
and erotic tattoos came over the course of months, each designed to provoke
a reaction in a man, each designed to secure her more money and attention.
She bleached her hair platinum blond and wore the make-up and clothes of a
high-class slut.  All men noticed her and wanted her, but few men could
afford her.

   One man who could afford her was Rocco, seventy years old with more
money than anyone she had ever met.  Rocco was married, and kept several
mistresses, but one by one Kate beat out the other women, until Rocco was
totally obsessed with only Kate.  Kate kept the old man happy by simply
satisfying any sexual fantasy that popped into his head.  In return Kate
was given money, cars, real estate, furs, jewelry and anything else she
wanted.

   When Rocco's wife died he asked Kate to marry him.  She played it cool,
and made him wait for an answer, but of course this was exactly what she
wanted.  When he died, she would be worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

   His family hated her of course, especially Rocco's son Harry.  She
didn't care, and hated them back, especially Harry.  The wedding was small,
with Kate wearing a bright red wedding dress so revealing and low cut that
most of Rocco's family walked out.  The dress was so tight that her nipple
rings could be seen straining through the taut fabric, and so short that
everyone could tell she wore no underwear.

   At the wedding reception she got drunk, and in a rage she told Rocco's
entire family that they were out of the will, that she had only married the
old man for his money, and that essentially, she could do whatever she
wanted, and that nobody could touch her.  Rocco didn't react to any of
this, he was dead drunk himself, unconscious in his chair.

   For their honeymoon they flew to Texas with the intention of checking on
some of Rocco's business concerns, then they were off to Mexico by car to
spend two weeks lounging on the beach.  Kate had to occupy herself in Texas
by herself while her husband finalized some business deals.  She did what
she always did.  She went out to a bar, picked up the best looking man in
the club, and fucked his brains out.  It was a sad fact of Kate's life that
the rich men that took care of her were incapable of taking care of her
sexual needs.  Every once in a while, Kate thought, she needed a real man,
not some old fart fueled by Viagra.

   She came back to her hotel room late, expecting her husband to be sound
asleep.  She smiled to herself; she had been married only a day, and
already she had cheated on her senile old husband.  This would be easy, she
thought.  She was surprised to see Rocco sitting on the edge of the bed,
remote control in hand, watching television.  He said nothing as she
entered the room, but she could tell something was wrong.

   On the TV screen was Kate, wearing her red wedding dress, the video
paused in mid rant.  It was the wedding video, showing her abusing his
family, while he slept dead drunk mere feet away.  She knew Rocco's son
Harry was behind this and fumed.  She struggled to recall what she had
said, but it was all a blur.  She only knew it couldn't be good.  She felt
she had to say something.

   "I was drunk," she said feebly.

   Rocco said nothing.

   The next morning the newlyweds drove in silence through Texas and into
Mexico.  Rocco did most of the driving, and rejected Kate's attempts at
conversation with one word answers and noncommittal shrugs.  Kate
desperately wanted to repair the situation, wanted Rocco to forgive her, if
only so her plans wouldn't go awry.  She had worked so hard reeling Rocco
in, to have blown it all with some comments made while drunk -

   As Rocco drove, Kate reached over and put her hand between Rocco's legs,
touching his cock through the fabric of his shorts.  If she couldn't get at
Rocco through his big brain, she'd have to do what she did best and go
after his little brain.  Rocco was at first uninterested in her gesture,
but Kate was persistent, it was a long drive through the Mexican desert,
and Kate had plenty of time.  Rocco's cock began to stir, the first time in
a long time that he was getting an erection without medical help.  Kate
smiled, and despite his mood, Rocco was beginning to smile as well.

   Kate unzipped his pants and pulled out Rocco's thick, short,
uncircumcised cock.  She stroked his dick with her hand for a few minutes
as they raced along the highway, the only other vehicle in sight a truck
miles ahead of them.  Kate un-hooked her seatbelt and lowered her head to
her husbands lap, licking the head of his cock with her pierced tongue. 
Long ago Kate had learned to give great blowjobs, wet, slurpy, noisy things
that tingled and tortured the nerves along the length of a hard cock.  Kate
knew how to make them last as long or as short as she liked.  Rocco, she
thought, needed a long one right now.

   She worked his cock, drinking up his pre-cum, bringing him to the edge
of orgasm, them pulled back, moving slower, squeezing the base of his cock,
allowing him to calm down.  Over and over she did this, losing herself in
the moment, bringing all the skills she had honed over the years she had
spent being a whore and pleasing men.  Rocco was treated to the best
blowjob of his long life, his entire body shuddered as he struggled to
control the car and concentrate on the road.  When Kate finally allowed him
to cum he exploded in her mouth, filling her with a months worth of cum in
several spasming seconds.

   Good girls swallow, thought Kate, as she gulped down Rocco's fountain of
sperm.  Kate loved the taste of cum.  Though she often told herself that
she did these things for the money, the truth was she took pride in her
abilities.  How many women, she thought, had the ability to make a man of
seventy come like a teenager?  The warm cum settled in her stomach as Kate
squeezed out every drop from Rocco's now softening cock.  She carefully
replaced his dick back in his pants and zipped him up.

   She looked into his eyes and smiled.  Rocco couldn't help himself.  He
smiled back.  But there was something in his eyes that disturbed her. 
There's more work to be done here, thought Kate, I'll have to be extra good
these next two weeks.

   The car was driving over some rough roads now, the highway long gone. 
Kate woke up with a start.  She had fallen asleep hours ago, and struggled
for a moment to remember where she was.  Rocco was still driving, but she
had no idea where they were.  Mexico certainly, but not any part she was
familiar with.  It was a city, dilapidated, rundown, dark, dirty and
vandalized.  Rocco seemed to be concentrating on his driving.  The car
moved slowly over pockmarked streets, and navigated through some pretty
rough sections of town.  Several times Kate noticed people watching them in
their fancy car, and she didn't feel safe at all.

   They passed drug dealers and homeless people, when the car slowed
throngs of children swarmed them, begging for money.  Kate and Rocco kept
the windows up and the doors locked, as they slowly made their way through
the crowds of children.  Kate wanted to ask Rocco where they were and what
was going on, but Rocco's demeanor indicated that he didn't know, and was
just as lost as she was.

   Rocco took a sudden left turn on impulse and they made there way towards
what seemed a slightly better part of town until they noticed the women
lining the streets.  Hundreds of women, prostitutes, lined up on both sides
of the street, as cars full of men and boys slowly passed, examining the
merchandise on display.  They were caught in the slow moving traffic, and
Kate watched the streetwalkers as they tried to entice the occupants of the
car to let them in and satisfy their urges, for a small fee.

   The women were mostly Mexican, though Kate noticed a smattering of
black, asian, and less commonly, white women among them.  The women came in
all varieties, from young to old, from too thin to too fat, from beautiful
to ugly.  Some of the women dressed and acted the part, with short skirts
and tight tops, calling to the passing cars with obscene gestures and
language.  Others waited, demurely, dressed in their street clothes, a look
of desperation and apprehension in their eyes.  These girls looked like
average women, driven by necessity to do things they'd rather not do. 
Kate's heart, usually a cold and ruthless thing, went out to them.

   Lost in such thoughts Kate was surprised when a large pair of breasts
were suddenly thrust against her window, and a woman called out to her in
Spanish inviting her to do what she could only imagine.  Kate watched the
nipples flattened against the window, watched them obscenely smearing the
car, and as they passed, heard the car being kicked by the frustrated
whores.  The car moved passed the prostitutes, and into a wide turn around,
a dead end.  The only way out was back.

   Kate didn't welcome another trip, and as it happens Rocco found an
alternative.  Kate looked up to see a large neon sign that said "Casino
Parking." The building was well maintained, and several men in uniforms,
valets or guards or both, waved the car into an underground parking garage.
Traveling from the darkness of the streets into the bright fluorescence of
the garage took Kate by surprise.  The place was so clean.  In no time
Rocco parked the car and they found an elevator.

   If Kate was expecting an opulent casino, then she was disappointed. 
Given the surrounding area she should have realized that the place would be
a dive, and it was.  A large and largely undecorated room, a converted
factory floor actually, that had been partitioned in various ways to allow
gambling.  Poker tables, a couple of blackjack tables, a craps table and a
roullette wheel were the choice of amusements.  If she wasn't the only
woman in the room she was certainly one of the very few.

   The casino was smoky, and as Kate's eyes adjusted to the scene she could
see that the clientele were all Mexican, she and her husband were the only
Americans there.  Kate suddenly felt the eyes on her.  She had dressed to
impress Rocco, with a short high blue skirt and a tight white see through
halter top knotted between her tits.  Knee-high white leather boots with
three inch stiletto heels and matching purse completed her ensemble.  It
was as if a porn fantasy girl had entered the room, there was no need to
undress her with their eyes, she was already half naked.

   "Rocco --" she began, but Rocco had her by the wrist and brought her
over to the side of the room, where a large cage like area was guarded by
several large men with shotguns.  Rocco reached into his back pocket and
pulled out a wad of bills, and thrust them at the man working the counter
within the cage.  Rocco said something in Spanish, and the man returned a
stack of chips.

   "Rocco!  What are you doing?"

   "Come on, Babe, we'll stick around a bit, gamble some, then take off
when it's light outside, find our way back to the real world." Rocco handed
her some chips.  "As long as we're willing to spend money, no one'll bother
us."

   Kate followed closely as Rocco made his way to a craps table, speaking
Spanish and fitting right in.  If she hadn't known Rocco, it would have
been hard to tell he was an American, given the way he acted.  Kate had the
three chips in her hand, and stood near Rocco, studying the place.  In time
the men settled back into their gambling, with only occasional looks her
way.

   A waitress pushed by, carrying a tray of beers, and handed one to Rocco.
The waitress was naked except for her thong and sandals, and had some sort
of collar around her neck.  The men around Rocco pawed and groped her, the
woman smiled slightly, but didn't protest.  As the waitress collected the
empties Kate noticed a tattoo on her back, written in Spanish, la propiedad
del casino.  Kate felt a chill at the words, but was unsure of their
meaning.

   As Rocco played a man approached him, and exchanged a few words.  Rocco
conversed easily with the man, and in no time was invited to sit in at one
of the poker tables.  Kate found a seat at the roulette table within sight
of her husband, and began gambling away the chips in her hand.  Another
topless waitress, dressed like the first, brought her a warm Mexican beer.
The hours fell away.

   Inside the casino there was no way to tell if it was day or night
outside.  Kate looked at the watch in her purse and was shocked to realize
that she couldn't tell if it was 3 in the morning or 3 in the afternoon. 
The casino was much less busy than before, with a new shift of waitresses
sitting together, talking among themselves, and only one poker table still
going full force.  Rocco sat there, a look of concentration on his face,
with a huge pile of chips matched by only one other player, a rough looking
Mexican with greasy hair and a lazy eye.

   Lazy Eye smiled, and put a substantial amount of chips in.  Everyone
folded, except Rocco, who countered by putting his entire pile of winnings
in.  Rocco smiled.  Lazy Eye dumped the rest of his chips in, looking Rocco
in the eye, not smiling.  Neither was Rocco.  Rocco emptied his wallet into
the pot, removed some ID and credit cards, and dropped the wallet in as
well.  Then he shuffled his hand in his pockets, and pulled out the car
keys.  He spoke a moment, and the men all laughed, even Lazy Eye smiled. 
Lazy Eye snapped his fingers, and one of the waitresses jumped up, ran to
the cage, and secured more chips.  She hurried the chips to her boss.  Kate
realized that Rocco was playing with the casinos boss, maybe owner.  The
chips were dumped on the table, dwarfing the combined piles that were
present before.

   Rocco frowned, and there was an animated discussion.  From what she
could gather Rocco's credit cards were no good here.  With a sudden burst
of inspiration Kate stepped up behind Rocco, and removed her pearl
earrings, throwing them in the pile.  Then she removed her wedding and
engagement rings, one by one dropping them into the pile.  She removed her
ID and credit cards from her purse, gave them to Rocco for safe keeping,
and tossed her purse on the pile.  In her mind this was a symbolic gesture.
Win or lose, Rocco had tons of money in the real world.  By so thoroughly
supporting her man, she was sure, she could make Rocco forget all about the
videotape he had seen.

   There was more discussion.  The men argued, and the conversation turned
sour.  Rocco got angry.  Lazy Eye never reacted, and kept the men under him
in control.  He was relaxed and confident, and seemed to have all the time
in the world.  Doubt crossed Rocco's face, Kate knew he hated to lose. 
More discussion.  Lazy Eye seemed reasonable, his eyes met Kate's for a
second.  Rocco was beside himself.  He looked at Kate for a longtime, then
stood.  Lazy Eye stood across from him and the two shook hands.  They sat
down together and picked up their cards.

   Kate realized they had come to some agreement, and watched as Rocco
dropped his cards, a straight flush, diamonds, nine high.  It was the best
poker hand Kate had ever seen dealt.  Lazy Eye never even blinked.  He
slowly dropped his cards.  Straight flush, clubs, Jack high.  Kate felt the
air rush out of the room.  Rocco had lost.  Rocco was staggered.

   "Oh my god."

   Rocco stood up, and looked at Kate.  "I've made a terrible mistake."

   Kate smiled, but inside she was getting nervous.  "You always say,
-~It's only money,' right Rocco?"

   Rocco rambled on, and Kate's sinking feeling became sheer terror.  "I
couldn't cover the pot, but I knew I couldn't lose -- a hand like that
comes once in a lifetime --"

   "Rocco --" Kate felt sick.  Rocco was always in control -

   "I promised to pay him, go back home and get the money --"

   "Fine, we'll do that.  How much money could it be?"

   "You don't understand.  He doesn't know me.  He thinks I might never
come back, just go back home and forget about him --"

   "So what happens?" asked Kate.

   "I had to leave collateral."

   Kate tried to think of what those words could mean.

   "Jesus, here, agreed."

   Kate looked at Lazy Eye, Jesus now, and saw him looking at her with a
leering smile.

   "I'm not collateral.  You can't sell me.  I'm a person."

   Rocco looked so small and weak.  "It's only until I get back with the
money.  A week at most.  He promises not to hurt you, as long as I agree to
pay him, and come back with the money within a week, he won't hurt you."

   Kate turned to run.  Fear overwhelmed her.  She gave no thought to where
she was going, she just wanted to get away from this whole, horrid scene.
She was stopped immediately by two large men.  They each grabbed an arm,
holding her in place.

   "Don't worry, Kate.  He won't make you into a whore unless I don't pay.
I'm sorry it came to this.  Really I am." Rocco wasn't breathing right.  He
began to stagger towards the exit.  "I'll find a phone, get the money --
it'll be fine.  I promise."

   Rocco grabbed his chest, and made some sort of gurgling sound.

   Kate broke free of the men and ran to Rocco's side.  Rocco dropped to
his knees, pain crinkling his features, his face bright red.  "I really
fucked up --"

   Then Rocco fell face first on the floor, dead.

   Kate looked up at the faces of the men around her.  None moved to help
her.  Nobody said anything.  Jesus stepped forward, a smile on his face,
his one good eye fixed on her.

   "la puta." He said.

   Kate had her arms pulled behind her back, and felt some cold metal
handcuffs secure them there.  The men holding her groped her big fake tits
and grabbed her ass with their rough fingers.  A blindfold was wrapped
around her eyes.  Jesus delivered some orders in Spanish, and Kate was
taken away.  She put up a feeble fight, but was quickly subdued.  The men
carried her towards an exit, down some stairs, and suddenly they were
outside, in the hot Mexican sun.  An old van sat nearby, and the men tossed
her in back, onto the hard metal floor, like a sack of corn meal.  The van
had been sitting in the sun for quite a while, and the heat was stifling.

   Fortunately the men got in the van quickly and rolled down their
windows. There was a slight breeze now in the van, that made the long ride
bearable.  The ride in the back of the van was long and painful.  The roads
were ill-kept and bumpy.  Kate realized she was being taken deeper into the
wilds of Mexico, she couldn't even imagine where.  Then it occurred to her.
With Rocco dead she had just inherited somewhere in the neighborhood of one
hundred million dollars.  She attempted to communicate with her captors,
but the men ignored her and drove, conversing in Spanish.

   She tried to tell them she had money, that she could pay them anything
to take her to America.  They laughed, understanding few of her words.  In
frustration she screamed and kicked and banged against the back doors of
the van, trying to escape.  The men at first merely ignored her, but
eventually became sick of her screaming and stopped the van.  They
approached Kate menacingly.  One of the men held her as the other stuffed a
wad of cloth in her mouth, then tied another strip of cloth around her head
to effectively gag.  Her.  More rope was produced, and she was tied
securely in the back of the van, unable to kick and thrash.  The van drove
until it was dark.  Kate slept fitfully.

   It was daylight again, and the van was still driving.  Kate was sore and
dehydrated, the rag in her mouth felt dry and absorbed her saliva, making
her extremely thirsty.  The men ignored her plight and merely drove through
the heat.  Hours later the van entered a small town, Kate could hear the
sounds of life, a welcome relief from the tedium of the desert.  They drove
through city streets and stopped in some shadows.  The men left the van and
Kate sat in the heat, which rapidly grew in the hot car, even in the shade.
The heat and the air became stifling, and Kate felt panic creeping in. 
Tied up, unable to move or scream, she slowly succumbed to the drowsiness
and began to pass out.  Her thoughts were incoherent, but she remembered
her money, and tried to think of some way to buy her freedom.  She thought,
perhaps she should learn Spanish -- then nothing.

   She awoke with a start in the sunlight, her arms and legs free, her
mouth ungagged, flat on her back.  Warm water had been splashed on her
face. She welcomed the relief from the heat and the thirst.  She rolled to
her knees in the dirt, and tried to get her bearings.  She was in a
courtyard of scrubby grass and dirt, surrounded on three sides by tall
stucco walls topped with barbed wire.  The fourth wall was the back
entrance of what appeared to be a small Mexican apartment building.  There
was a single dead tree in the yard.  From the buildings she could see over
the walls on all sides, the courtyard was in the middle of a small city.

   In front of her were three people, a woman and two men.  The men were
typical of the men she had been meeting lately, tall, wide and Mexican,
with unforgiving faces and a rough demeanor.  One of them held an empty
bucket, the other had a bucket full of water.  The woman who stood between
them and controlled them was something else.  She looked at Kate with
superiority, the way a cat views a mouse, or a scientist views an
experiment.  The woman was tall, thin, with long, dark straight hair and
dark eyes.  She was older than Kate, perhaps in her fifties, perhaps in her
late thirties.  The woman was dressed conservatively all in black, pants,
shirt and cowboy hat.

   Kate was still thirsty, and with a gesture from the woman the man placed
the bucket in front of her.  Kate knelt before the bucket and lapped the
water like an animal, feeling her mind and her strength return to her. 
Kate started to get up, rising to her feet.  The woman gestured again, and
the man knocked Kate over.  Kate landed in the dirt, unhurt, but surprised.
The woman was leaning over her.

   "Amante." She said, indicating herself.

   Kate searched the woman's eyes, but got nothing, no indication of how
she should react.  She pointed to herself.  "Kate." She said.

   The woman laughed, a cruel humorless bark.  She shook her head, and
grabbed Kate's face, looking her directly in the eyes.  "Su nombre es
-~puta.'" She said, "Puta."

   Kate was afraid to argue.  "Puta," she said.

   The men laughed, and the woman smiled.  She said something in Spanish
and turned to walk away.

   Kate raised her hands to ward off the men, but they handled her easily.
They lifted her in their hands and carried her to the tree.  They quickly
bound her hands together at the wrists and raised her hands above her head,
hoisting her up until she was standing on her toes.  One of the men
produced a large knife, and began cutting away her clothing.  In seconds
what was left of her blue skirt and white top were on the ground in
tatters. The men smiled appreciatively at her, then sprayed her, head to
toe with a garden hose.  Kate barely had time to react before the men
doused her with strong delousing soap, rubbing her body all over with their
hands, lathering her up, and feeling her everywhere.  The men were very
good at their jobs, handling Kate roughly one minute, and gently the next.
The soap stung her eyes, and irritated her skin, especially the area
between her legs, and her asshole.  The men enjoyed playing with the nipple
rings, pulling them and twisting them as they soaped up her oversized fake
tits.

   Finally the men relented, and Kate welcomed the warm water of the hose
once more, rinsing off the strong soap.  She could feel the foamy suds
cascading down her body, and her skin felt fresh and tingly.  Her arms were
sore from being held over her head for so long.  The dead tree provided
little shade, so she felt herself drying in the hot sun.  The rope holding
her arms was suddenly released, and Kate fell to her knees in the soapy mud
below her.  She rose to her feet unsteadily, and blinked her eyes open. 
The hose was used to rinse off her hands and knees, and then she noticed
all the hair.  The puddle she was in was quickly drying, the foam bubbles
popping and melting in the sun, leaving traces of hair, Kate's hair, on the
ground in the dirt.  Tentatively Kate raised her hands, still bound at the
wrists, to her head.  She was completely bald.  Even her eyebrows were
gone. The light hair on her forearms was gone.  She was completely
hairless.

   Kate was stunned, she couldn't even begin to imagine why this was
happening to her.  The men watched her reactions with sadistic smiles. 
Kate again searched her brain for some way out of her predicament, but she
could think of nothing.  The men watched her reactions with sadistic
smiles. Kate again searched her brain for a way out of this predicament,
but could think of nothing.  The men untied her hands, then retied them
behind her back.  A two-inch wide strip of leather was wrapped around her
neck, and one of the men produced a large pliers-like tool.  With a grunt
and a squeeze the tool bolted the leather fast.  The collar was now
permanently attached, and could only be cut loose, not unfastened.  A dog
chain was attached to the metal loop of the collar, and Kate was now led
towards the house.  Inside the house, as Kate adjusted to the light, one of
the men attached something to her collar.  Kate couldn't touch or see it,
but it was simply a dog tag with the number "23" etched on it.

   The hallway was rundown, with peeling wall paper and warped floors. 
There were several rooms on either side of the hallway, the doors removed,
and ratty curtains or sheets stapled in their place.  The rooms were kept
too dark to see into, but Kate could sense that each room was occupied.  At
the end of the hallway were some stairs, as crooked and unkept as the rest
of the house.  She was led up the stairs and into another hallway, if
possible dingier than the down stairs.  Past more rooms with curtains for
doors, until she was outside room #23.

   The men entered, and pulled her in by the chain at her neck.  Kate saw
the window, with no glass or even windowpanes, just a square hole in the
wall.  Beyond the wall, two feet away, a brick building.  A crucifix was on
the wall above the bed, old and damaged and long forgotten, it was the only
decoration in the room.  In the corner opposite the bed was a chamber pot,
a dull metallic color.  Aside from the bed, the room was otherwise empty.

   The bed.  The bed was a queen sized wooden frame bed with large strong
posts into which had been screwed and nailed metal rope hooks.  The bed
looked a hundred years old, and was adorned with a cheap, hospital style
grey mattress, which bore the imprint of a body in its well worn center. 
Kate panicked, and fought, but the men were well practiced, and began tying
Kate to the bed as simply as if she had not fought them at all.  Each wrist
was wrapped in wide leather straps, then sturdy rope was passed through the
metal loops, and tied to the posts at the head of the bead.  Then the same
was done with her ankles, as they were attached to the posts at the foot of
the bed.

   Kate found herself unable to move more than a few inches, and though she
wasn't in pain, she had difficulty getting comfortable in this new enforced
position.  From under the bed one of the men produced a lumpy gray pillow,
and half-heartedly beat some dust off it before lifting Kate's bald head
and placing it under her.  Then the other man gave her two quick squirts of
the cheapest, most awful perfume she had ever smelled, between her tits,
and above her open naked pussy.  Unknown to Kate, the perfume had another
effect, it calmed her.

   The situation was rife with panic, and Kate's heart and mind were
racing, scarcely able to deal with her predicament, but suddenly, under the
effects of the odious perfume, Kate found herself breathing normally, and
her heart rate slowed.  She was still frightened and overwhelmed, but found
herself adjusting to and relaxing into her new surroundings more and more
by the minute.

   The larger of the two men ran a finger along the piercing that studded
her clitoris.  Her legs spread wide and tied in place, Kate could do
nothing but squirm under the man's touch.  The man withdrew his hand and
put his finger in his mouth, wetting it.  He then returned the wet finger
to her pussy, pushing past her lips and entering her.  Kate was surprised
at her reaction.  She immediately started getting wet.  The man smiled a
big toothless grin and began finger fucking Kate.  The other man began
playing with her tits, pulling on the rings, making Kate cry out from the
rough treatment.

   Kate was good and wet from the men's treatment of her, and the first man
was getting more excited.  The man playing with her tits was using his
other hand to play with her bald head, which was perfectly smooth.  When
she looked at the first man again, he was removing his pants.  Kate was
filled with a mixture of dread and desire.  The man's cock was large, and
hard.  As the man climbed on top of her and pushed his cock into her, Kate
began to buck her hips what little she could, attempting to grind out some
pleasure from the ordeal.  The man fucked her hard and fast, his sweaty
body looming over hers, ramming his cock in and out of her over and over
again, each thrust stimulating her bald twat, and rubbing the piercing at
he clitoris.

   Before Kate could orgasm, the man pressed fully inside her and groaned.
Kate could feel the man's cock twitching inside her, spraying cum deep into
her cunt.  Kate rocked her hips all she could, but she couldn't get off
just yet.  The man's friend was no help.  He had taken his pants off as his
friend finished.  As his friend rolled off her he climbed on top of her,
but straddled her stomach.  Without warning the man spit a long wet string
between Kate's large, fake, pierced tits.  Then he looped a finger through
each nipple ring and squeezed her tits around his cock, fucking her between
the tits with savage grunts and groans.

   Kate's tits had never been played with so roughly.  As she looked down
she saw the man's cock poking over and over from between her breasts.  The
man shouted at her in Spanish, and Kate looked him in the eyes.  What she
saw there startled her.  This man considered her a piece of fuckable meat,
and was determined to use her that way.  Each thrust of his cock was meant
to ensure his pleasure with no care as to the woman strapped to the bed
below him.  He watched her face, pleased as he became convinced that Kate
knew exactly what he thought of her.  As he started to cum, he sprayed
great gobs of sperm all over her neck and chin.  He came for quite some
time, then relaxed.  He let go of her sore tits and rolled off.  Kate could
feel the jism rolling down her neck and chin.  She could smell the cum on
her face.

   The men said nothing as they left her in the room alone.  At that point,
she slept.

   She woke up in the dark.  It was night time, hours had passed.  A man
had entered her room.  In the dim light she saw him looking at her.  The
man approached the bed and touched her bald head.  Then he touched her bald
pussy.  Kate tried to think of something to say.

   "Hello?" she began.  The man slapped her face, not hard, but hard enough
to shut her up.

   Within seconds the man climbed on top of her and fucked her, coming deep
inside her open pussy.  The man left.

   Kate listened to the sounds in the house.  Men walked the halls,
entering rooms, and having sex with the girls there.  Kate imagined all the
girls, tied as she was, open without protest to anyone who entered.

   Occasionally she would hear laughter from the men, or grunting drunken
orgasms.  Occasionally a woman would cry out, in pleasure or pain.  Another
man entered the room in the dark.  She watched his silhouette as he made
his way to the corner and pissed into the pisspot there.  Then the man
staggered to her bed and climbed up, pushing his cock into her mouth.  Kate
could taste the sweaty cock and the remnants of his piss as he grabbed her
bald head in his hands and fucked her mouth.  The man would twist and turn
her head to please his cock.  When her teeth accidentally scraped his cock
from his manhandling of her he pulled her head away with a suction sound
and slapped her face.  Then he plunged his cock back in, brutally
assaulting her face.  When he came, he pushed hard, choking Kate as he
sprayed his cum down the back of her throat.  Kate was still coughing and
swallowing as the man pushed her head away and wiped his cock off on her
pillow.

   As the man left two younger men entered.  The talked to each other in
Spanish as they took turns fucking Kate's used and abused cunt.  Each left
a deposit, and neither acknowledged her presence in the room aside from
using her as a convenient fuckhole.  Kate could feel the multiple cumshots
within her slowly oozing from her pussy.  Throughout the night men came and
went.  Most fucked her wet and cumfilled pussy, a few fucked her mouth or
merely rubbed on her body until they came.  An abortive attempt was made by
one man to fuck her in the ass, but he was to drunk, and his cock too soft.
In all 17 men used her that first night.  She was sticky with cum.  Her
entire body had been smeared with the fluids of the men.  Cum coated her
face, the taste of cum filled her mouth, the smell of cum filled her
nostrils.  Her cunt was a wet swamp of sex.

   A rooster crowed as the sun appeared.  Kate was hungry and thirsty and
tired.  The men had tapered off, but at least one man fucked her as the
heat of the day took hold.  Kate slept, then was awakened once more.  She
felt her arms and legs released, and woke up to see that two older Mexican
women had entered the room.  Without ceremony or conversation a chain was
attached to Kate's collar and she was pulled to her feet beside the bed. 
Kate felt weak as one of the women pulled her arms behind her and bound
them once more.  Kate felt the cum from the night before flow from her cunt
and trickle down the inside of her thighs.

   The woman jerked on her chain and pulled Kate from the room.

   Kate was led outside to the courtyard with the dead tree.  She saw other
women in the courtyard, collared as she was, attached by chains to rings in
the walls.  All the women had their hands tied behind there backs as Kate
did.  Kate was led to a part of the wall and chained there.  She was the
11th woman so chained.  As the women waited, Kate noticed with some horror
that the women had squatted and defecated or urinated when brought out. 
Kate realized that she needed to pee, and with great shame and
embarressment realized that this was probably her only chance.

   The older women brought out the food.  Plastic bowls were brought out
filled with some sort of corn mash.  The bowls were dropped in the dirt
before each slave, and one by one the women kneeled forward, and hands tied
behind their backs, they ate.  Kate smelled the food, and experimentally
tasted it.  It was corn meal, kind of wet and flavorless, with a slight
mediciney taste.  If Kate hadn't been starving, she wouldn't have looked at
such a meal, never mind lick her plate clean.  After dinner the old women
brought out the hose and one by one sprayed off the cum glazed sex slaves.
Kate noticed that the women were all Mexican, and almost all had hair on
their heads indicating how long they had been here.  Those furthsest from
her had the longest hair, indicating that they had been here years.  Those
closest, perhaps months.  All the girls looked at her, the new girl.  No
one spoke.

   When Kate's turn with the hose came she felt the warm water, under high
pressure, do a fair job of cleaning her.  Kate drank from the hose as much
as possible as she had watched the other girls do, and knew to bend over as
the hose sprayed her cunt and ass.  After the shower the older women left
the courtyard, and Kate was left in the sun with the other ten women.  The
women started to speak, and from their glances, and expressions she could
tell they were talking to her and about her.  But they all spoke in
Spanish, and Kate understood nothing.

   One thing that did disturb Kate was a mark each woman had on their left
buttocks, where a number from 13 to 22 had been cruelly branded with a hot
iron.  The girl nearest Kate had the most recent branding, and it was still
bright red and only recently healed.

   After about an hour the older women arrived and began to lead the slaves
away, one by one.  Kate was left alone with #22, who smiled sadly at her
with her big brown eyes.  Kate looked at the branding on #22's ass, and
received only a sad shake of the head in response.  Kate shuddered with
fear.

   Without ceremony Kate was lead back to her room and re-tied to her bed.
In time she slept.  That night men entered her room for sex.  The men came
as the night before, in ones and twos.  Her cunt became a soup of dribbling
sperm.  Cum covered her face and tits.  She swallowed several loads of cum,
and could feel them gurgling in her mostly empty stomach.  And tonight a
man succeeded in fucking her in the ass.  So much cum had oozed from her
vagina that her asshole was slickly lubricated.  The man had little trouble
pushing his was way into her ass, and enjoyed looking into her eyes as he
amused himself with her body.  He pulled out after he came, and used her
pillow to wipe off his cock.

   That night another 13 men had used her body.  In the morning she was led
to the courtyard as before.  She realized from listening carefully that the
girls on the first floor were seen to first, the then second floor girls
were next.  She squatted in the dirt and emptied her bladder and cum-filled
bowels, then gratefully received the bowl of flavorless corn meal.  The
warm hose rinsed the nights cum from her body and cunt.  The hot sun slowly
dried her as the women were left alone to quietly converse.

   Too soon her time outside was over, as one by one the slaves were led
back inside by the elderly matrons and retied to their beds.  Kate found
herself eagerly anticipating her next time outside.  And so was her life
for days, going on weeks.  At night her body was used by any and all men as
she was strapped helplessly to her bed.  In the morning she ate and drank
what she could, and received her daily hosing down.  She began to realize
that swallowing all the cum she could at night was a good way to supplement
her diet.  All hope of escape or rescue slowly drained away, leaving a
vague sense of hopelessness and resignation.  In the real world, right now,
she was a multi-millionaire.  Here, in this hell, she was nothing but a
cheap and convenient fuckhole.

   Weekly the daily regimen for the slaves would change.  On Sundays the
older women, the matrons, would arrive in the room as usual, and escort her
down to the courtyard as usual, with the squatting, the food and the hose
as usual, but instead of being alone in the hot sun, the women were joined
but an elderly priest.  The priest conducted a mass in Spanish and it was
some moments before Kate noticed that the priest was blind.  The mass would
end with each girl being given a host to eat.  Kate was not religious, but
she appreciated the small bite of extra food.  The weekly mass was somewhat
surreal, but it also broke the monotony.

   It was well into her third week when something different happened.  For
Kate it started as a typical night, strapped to her bed as hot sweaty men
groaned their sex into her.  Each man was somewhat different, even if all
desired ultimately the same thing, to use her body in a way that pleased
them.  A fat drunken Mexican man with a small but long lasting cock had
just exploded inside her pussy.  The man now lay on top of her, panting
heavily, the sweat from his naked body coating Kate, the heat from his body
and the stuffiness of the room conspired to make her breathing difficult.
With her limited body movement she could usually now grind out an orgasm or
two during the night, and had just climaxed with the man on top of her.

   It was all these factors that caused her to doubt her own ears when she
heard English spoken for the first time in twenty-five days.

   She wriggled beneath the man on top of her, who woke up with a start and
lazily rolled off her.  Kate listened to the sounds of the house, the
sounds of men grunting and women hungrily sucking cock.  Then she heard it
again, from the hallway.  The voices of two men, in English.

   "Dude, this is fucking extreme!"

   "And only five pesos.  I could live here."

   Kate opened her mouth to speak, and her voice cracked, she had literally
not used it for days.  In panic she tried again, and managed to yell.

   "Hello!  In here!"

   The house became quiet for a moment, as if everyone awaited an answer,
even the sounds of sex paused momentarily.  Then the activity resumed.  The
fat man had succeeded in dressing himself and left the room through the
tattered curtain.  As he left he pushed past two skinny American college
kids as they entered the room.

   Kate's eyes tried to discern more about the boys in the dark, and the
boys tried to see her as well.  Suddenly one of them produced a small
penlight, and Kate heard the two gasp as they looked at her.

   "Are you an American?" asked taller of the two.

   "Yes!  My name is Kate, you have to help me, I've been kidnapped."

   With the bright penlight in her face Kate couldn't see the two at all.
One of them sat on the edge of the bed.  "Well --" he began.

   "Please, you have to help me --"

   "Listen, Kate, you haven't been kidnapped.  This is a debtor's prison.
Women are sent here to work off debts.  You must have owed the wrong person
a lot of money."

   Kate thought hard on this, then, "It was my husband, Rocco.  He staked
me as collateral in a poker game, then died before he could buy me back!  I
didn't do anything!  Please, help me."

   The student with the penlight turned the light on his friend, Kate could
see a gangly, awkward twenty year old college sophomore, too geeky and shy
to get girls at his school, so he drove out to the middle of Nowhere,
Mexico to get laid.  The man with the penlight spoke, "Dude, I heard about
this.  Rocco and Kate, the Missing Millionaire's.  They were on the news.a
There's a big reward."

   "That's right, I'm a millionaire!  I can pay you to rescue me." Kate
said, her hopes rising.  "Please, cut me loose."

   "Whoa, no way!  You kidding?  We'd get us all killed.  This is a Mexican
prison.  I try to get you out of here I could end up strapped to a bed
somewhere."

   "Please --" begged Kate.

   "Listen.  When we get back to school, I'll alert the American
authorities about what's happening.  If they do this all legally that would
be a lot better."

   Kate sensed the sudden nervousness of the two students.  They were eager
to get out of here, get away from this new problem.  They rose to leave. 
"We'll call." Said the boy with the penlight.  -""Please, hurry --" pleaded
Kate.

   The two left Kate alone with her thoughts.

   Within minutes Kate cursed herself for not asking important questions
like where in Mexico is she and what the date was.  She tried to tell
herself that help would arrive any minute, but doubt gnawed at her.  The
two would-be rescuers seemed so inadequate to the task.

   Weeks passed.  Kate's hopes of rescue rose and fell.  The long nights of
sex had become routine.  Her daily trips to the courtyard to be fed and
hosed down had led to her slowly starting to learn a few words of Spanish
from her fellow slaves.  Her life was falling into a routine, but the
constant suspense of impending rescue prevented her from fully accepting
the reality of her situation.  Fantasies of rescue, of putting all this
behind her and beginning a new life as one of the richest women in the
world filled her head.

   Then one day Kate experienced the last surprise of her very long life.

   The day started out ordinary enough.  After a particularly long night of
being fucked in every hole, and being used in every way imaginable, Kate
lay on her bed, sticky with cum and sweat and spit.  She had been losing
weight recently, and so was doubling her efforts at offering the use of her
mouth to the men who visited her.  She needed to swallow cum for food.  The
tongue piercing helped in this regard, as did the fact that her hair was
now over an inch long, just long enough to roughly grab and use to control
her mouth.  From her sister slaves she had learned to say "coja mi cara,"
or "fuck my face."

   The sun had risen and she patiently waited for the older women to lead
her to the courtyard.  She heard shoes in the hall, a man's walk.  It
wasn't that unusual.  The place was open twenty-four hours a day, every
day. It was just busier at night.  The dirty, tattered curtain parted and
in walked Rocco.

   Rocco was dressed casually, in white shorts and yellow golf shirt.  He
was tanned and smiling.  Kate felt more emotions than she could process. 
Relief, anger, shock, confusion and fear each took hold of her in turn,
then cycled through her faster and faster, in a blur.

   "Hey Babe.  Surprised to see me?"

   Kate was unable to reply.  She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

   Rocco walked into the room, and looked around.  Kate's eyes followed him
across the room.  Rocco stopped at the piss-pot in the corner, and spit
into it.

   "It's because of the videotape." Said Rocco, "My family, my friends, my
reputation -- you pissed on all of them with what you said."

   Rocco stopped at the window, and looked at the brick wall across the
alleyway.  "Nice view."

   "I couldn't let it pass.  My first thought was to have you killed, of
course." Rocco returned to the bed, and ran a finger across Kate's left
breast.  "But that would be such a waste."

   Rocco regarded his finger a moment, then wiped it off on Kate's pillow.
Rocco stepped onto the bed, then stepped over Kate, straddling her body,
looking down on her.  "No, I couldn't kill you.  I needed to find a place
for you where your talents could be put to good use."

   Rocco unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock.  "I remembered my old
friend Jesus, telling me about this place he owned.  A place where women
could work off their debts."

   Rocco started to piss, a little at first, then a steady stream.  He
pissed on Kate's face, on her neck and tits.  Kate closed her eyes, closed
her mouth, and shook her head.  The pissed splashed on her face, invaded
her nose, soaked her hair.  Finally it stopped, and Kate opened her
stinging eyes, and breathed through her mouth, tasting the piss on her
lips.

   "Rocco, I was drunk.  I didn't know what I was saying.  I'm sorry." Said
Kate, all at once.

   "So I worked a deal with Jesus.  Sold you off.  Told him to keep you
here for the rest of your life, or until your looks fade and they toss you
out." Rocco zipped up his fly and stepped off the bed, towards the door. 
"We worked out our little show, and that would have been the end of it,
until those two punks showed up, looking for a reward."

   "It was cheap enough to buy them off, full scholarships to the college
of their choice.  But they gave you hope of escape, so I had to come down
to this crap hole and visit.  I can't have you believing that you'll get
out of here some day." Rocco suddenly had a tender look on his face.  "This
is what you were born to do Babe.  This is your life."

   Rocco turned to leave.  Without turning around he said one last word. 
"Bye."

   As he left Kate looked out into the hallway and saw a woman waiting
there for Rocco.  The woman was beautiful, bleach blond hair, big fake
breasts, and absolutely killer clothes.  As the curtain fell between Kate
and her glimpse of this other woman Kate realized that the woman in the
hallway was another Kate.  Rocco had brought her, to show her what her
disloyalty would bring.  The girl must be terrified, thought Kate.  I wish
I had known -

   Kate never saw Rocco again.

   The matrons came in and turned there noses up at the smell of piss that
covered Kate.  They both tut-tutted and shook their heads sadly.  It was
the most emotion either woman had ever evidenced.  Kate was led to the
courtyard in a daze.  She saw as she entered the courtyard that there was a
small grill set up, with several wood handled instruments hanging out of
it. Kate looked at the girl chained next to her, with the number -~22'
branded onto her left butt cheek.  She understood that it was finally her
turn.  A man entered the courtyard, one of the men who had first brought
her out here, in fact.

   The matrons led Kate to the grill.  Kate turned around and closed her
eyes.  She waited as she heard the branding irons clanking in the hot fire.
There was a terrible moment of silence, then pain, as the branding iron
cruelly and permanently burned the number -~23' onto her left ass cheek. 
Tears filled her eyes, but deep down she thought to herself, "This is where
I belong."
Epilog:
The matrons entered the girls room, and untied her from the bed.  The
girl was covered in sticky cum, it oozed from her pussy, trickling down the
inside of her thighs.  The girl weakly protested, saying something in

English.

   One of the matrons paused.  It had been decades since she had heard
anyone speak in English, so long in fact that Kate didn't understand the
words.  She had, over the years, learned to speak and even think in
Spanish. Kate had lay in this very room for over thirty years, and when the
management finally decided to replace her they offered her a job as a
matron, which Kate gladly accepted.  Now in her seventies, Kate still had
one thought in her mind.  "This is where I belong."