*** 11 ***

John thrust himself into Nena hotly, shooting the last load of his potent spunk, sending chills of pleasure up his spine and causing him to moan involuntarily. He lay in a heap on top of Nena, her hard breasts poking into his chest. He slowly rolled off of her still body, still slightly panting.

Still sobbing softly, Nena turned over, and grabbed a pillow. She laid her head down, her sobs muffled by the feathery down. Constancia reached over and softly stroked her back. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She said cruelly.

Nena's sobbing turned into crying. She replied, in a choked voice, "Please Constancia...what did...I do...to deserve this? What?" Her body began to shake as she began to cry harder into the pillow.

Constancia looked at her quietly for a moment and motioned to the rest of the gringos. In a matter of fact tone she said, "Who still needs to come?" The rest of the men looked at Nena eagerly, like little kids being offered a tasty treat. They circled her and moved in closer.

Nena felt the bed shift as they sat down. She quickly sat up, eyes wild, darting back and forth nervously like a caged animal. She began whimpering, "No, God no, please...not...any...more" She began to hyperventilate, her breathing causing her heavy breasts to bounce on her chest, further exciting the rest of the gringos.

Constancia looked at her sternly, "Sit on the edge of the bed," she said forcefully.

"Please...please...Constancia." Nena said in short, choked sobs.

Constancia gently grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her forward insistently. "Come on now, to the edge of the bed. Good girl." she said softly.

Nena reached up and grabbed the headboard, trying to keep from getting pulled. Constancia suddenly let go. "If you don't come to the edge of the bed on your own free will, I'm going to leave, and won't be responsible to what happens afterward." Nena didn't move. Constancia slowly got up to leave. "Okay, it's your choice."

Nena began blubbering, her stomach felt like it was in her throat. "Okay, okay Constancia I'll do what you say," she said, the tension of the last several hours causing her voice to break. Nena began to slowly scoot forward sitting at the edge of the bed as Constancia had commanded. She looked up to see the rest of the gringos, naked, their heavy cocks stiff and red. They inched in closer.

Two of the Gringos, then men Nena knew were called Matt and James walked forward, their faces set, almost grimacing with sexual tension. Constancia said, "Okay Nena, reach up with your hands and start stroking them. Make them cum."

Nena tried to block out what she was about to do, what she had to do, as she slowly reached up and grasped each of the hard cocks in front of her feeling them buzz in her hand with an almost electrical intensity. She clutched each of the cocks around the sensitive head area and slowly began to stroke them, her little hands going up and down the shafts. Back and forth, back and forth.

Nena's smooth stroking brought their pre-come quickly to the surface, which helped lubricate their hard poles, helping her little hands to glide easily from one end of the shaft to the other. Both of the Gringos unconsciously arched their backs, their breath quickening with their building excitement. Nena looked at her hands, watched the way the soft, sensitive, foreskins moved when she stroked them, furling and unfurling, under the sensitive head area.

She glanced up at their faces, glazed with a sheen of perspiration, their eyes wide and blank. She noticed their hands clenching and unclenching nervously at their sides and could hear the quick intake of their breath as their excitement grew. Aware that she was becoming aroused from watching their increasing excitement, she began to stroke them faster, urging on their climax. Desperately, trying to get them off, so she could attempt an escape and end this nightmare.

Matt looked down at Nena's hand as it slid up and down his hard shaft. He could feel the cum bubbling in his heavy sack. He looked quickly at the other guys on the bed who sat staring at his hard dick as it was manipulated by the beautiful Mexican girl sitting in front of him, her large breasts thrusting forward from her chest, impossibly full and round. He felt that he should be embarrassed, getting jerked off in front of his friends, but... Oh God. He stiffened and arched his back as his orgasm hit. He reflexively reached down to one of Nena's nipples, causing her to cry out, and began to squeeze and pull it, as the first jets of sperm shot out of his cock.

Nena wasn't prepared when Matt began coming, long sticky threads of cum shot out of his cock like a miniature cannon, the warm spunk striking her face. She gagged when she felt some of the warm sperm hit her lip, the salty goo causing her to wretch.

"Keep on stroking him until he's finished," she heard Constancia command.

Nena shook her head in revulsion, but did as she was told, pistoning Matt's cock back and forth in her hand, the remainder of his load coating her breasts and hard nipples. As his cock softened in her hand, she turned her attention to James, squeezing his balls, and maintaining a steady pressure and rhythm, urging him to cum. She clenched her teeth. I can get through this she thought to herself. I can get through this.

Constancia had noticed Nena's discomfort when Matt coated her face with his seed. Saw her swallow the bile that rose from her stomach, which had caused her eyes to water and tear. Constanica leaned forward towards Nena. "This time," she said slowly "We want you to swallow the sperm...all of it...every drop!"

Nena let go of James, making him groan in disappointment, looking at Constancia in a state of shock. She began begging, her voice shrill, "I'm going to vomit... No Constancia... Please...dear God NO!"

Constancia got up and went to the side of the room opened a closet door that had been slightly ajar. From her angle, all Nena could see was a steady red light. Nena felt like she had been doused with freezing cold water. The sudden shock caused her to lose her breath. She became very dizzy and almost passed out from the horrifying discovery.

Constancia smiled thinly at her. "What do you think your papa would do, if he knew what a little puta his daughter was? Do you think he'd be happy?"

"You have everything on tape?" Nena cried in shock.

She shook her head slowly back and forth unbelievingly. "Constancia, that would destroy my father, my family... you wouldn't do that...would you? Do you want to destroy me that bad?" Her body convulsed as she began to cry loudly. She hugged herself, shifting back and forth on the bed. Not believing the horrible nightmare was real.

Constancia looked at her with no mercy. "Well my little puta...if you swallow this man's sperm maybe we can make a deal. eh?"

Nena knew that there would be no deals. She was completely at Constancia's mercy and would do anything to keep her from showing the tape to her parents. It would kill them and completely destroy her reputation. She breathed deeply, centering herself, trying to regain some control. It can't go much further she thought to herself. What else could they possible do to me. How else could they humiliate me.

Nena looked up and saw James's cock a foot away. He smiled and walked closer to her, holding out his stiff member like some grotesque present. Constancia and the rest of the gringos, looked on expectantly. Nena slowly reached up with both her hands and grasped James cock . She began to stroke and counter-stroke him slowly, causing his cock to throb. He slowly inched closer, until his cock was a couple of inches away from Nena's full lips. Nena slowly and hesitantly opened her mouth and guided the shaft in, the width and hardness stretching her lips and mouth.

"That's good puta," she heard Constancia whisper cruelly. "You just suck that cock until it shoots a nice thick load, and your going to swallow everything. Every little drop."

Nena fought down the bile that was threatening to boil over from her stomach. Nena heard James groan, as she began to twirl her tongue around the sensitive helmet, even without experience, instinctively knowing what to do. She flicked her tongue quickly under the head, causing James's breath to catch.

With her hands, she continued to stroke the shaft and began to manipulate the full sack with her fingers and hands. James reached down to Nena's full breasts, and began to knead and stroke the firm orbs, as she continued to suck and stroke him. Nena groaned involuntarily.

As his excitement grew, he started to pump his thick pole into Nena's mouth, causing her to gag. Nena had most of James cock in her mouth, when he grabbed her thick hair lodging himself deeply into her mouth as his orgasm started.

Nena felt the first contraction and a second later the first spurt of spunk as it hit her tongue. Thinking about the tape and what Constancia said she would do, she sucked hard on the cock bringing forth the warm fluid. As James cum filled her mouth, she swallowed quickly, being careful not to let any drip out of her mouth, the warm sperm traveling down her throat, leaving a salty trial in its wake, causing her stomach to rumble in protest.

Constancia and the gringos watched lustfully as Nena continued to squeeze the sensitive sack bringing forth every drop of fluid, swallowing it silently, her throat contracting with each large gulp. Her cheeks bulged with the excess sperm straining to escape the tight confines of her mouth, but her quick swallowing kept any from dribbling down her lips. James held her head tightly as his cock jerked inside of Nena's tight mouth, spewing it with sperm.

Nena held on determinedly, her lips wrapped tightly around the thick pole in her mouth, her tongue licking his pole like a lollipop, and sucking it dry. As his orgasm subsided, James pulled out of Nena's hot mouth with a low groan, his organ flaccid, a long strand of seed dripping from the tip.

Nena sat silently on the bed, naked, eyes red and swollen while Matt's spunk dried on her firm, brown, skin.

*** 12 ***

Nena stared down at the ground on the outside of the Inn saying nothing. She was dimly aware of the gringos talking to Constanica, but she could not make out what they were saying, the events of the last few hours leaving her bewildered, almost shell-shocked. She knew that she had been violated, forced to do things that in a million years she would never have initiated on her own. Things that only a whore would do, not a clean, innocent, church going, God fearing Catholic, Mexican girl.

Her body hurt and she was tired. So tired that all she wanted to do was lay down and sleep. She was also aware that through the haze of exhaustion her thoughts kept on going back and reliving the horror of being held down against her will on the bed in the inn, being made love too, no...being fucked...that was the right word to use...being fucked...with everyone watching. Not being able to move. Powerless. Controlled.

Nena felt a sudden emptiness in her stomach, an emptiness that both hurt and brought forth pleasure. That made her aware of being a woman. A woman with wants and needs. She felt a tingle rush through her that made her stomach drop. She shook her head back and forth quickly, confused. What is going on she thought? What is going on with me?

Nena was suddenly aware that Constancia was at her side looking at her mischievously. As if she was planning something. Nena shuddered nervously and looked up to see the gringos standing around her grinning at her openly. Nena was nervous with anticipation, but of what she wasn't sure. She just knew that they were going to do more things to her. Things that shamed her, humiliated her, make her cry, bring forth pleasure, make her wet, and leave her feeling more and more as if she were no longer in control of herself.

They would make her feel like she was their toy, a toy for their pleasure. Another shiver passed through her at the thought. She shook her head defiantly, determined not to think wrong thoughts. Sinful thoughts. Nena was surprised when the gringos suddenly said bye to Constancia and walked back into the inn, a couple of them glancing casually at Nena, feasting in her beauty. Mark couldn't help himself and as he walked by Nena, he casually ran his had across her breasts and softly pinched one of Nena's nipples making her moan softly.

Constancia noted her reaction and smiled. After the gringos had left she said in a very friendly tone, "Why don't we stop off at the store and pick up some groceries. It'll be a nice surprise for your mother."

"But we don't..."

Constancia cut her off quickly, "Come on, at the very least we'll be able to say hello to Miguel."

Nena's breath caught in her throat, "I hate that man. He is a pig. I don't want to go there if there is no need to," she said defiantly.

Constancia tapped her purse and Nena could hear the tape rattle inside. "Are you sure you don't want to go and say hello?" She said with a little smirk.

Nena composure changed abruptly. She became very passive, not wanting to push Constancia into creating more problems for her. Maybe if I'm nice to her she'll change her mind she thought. She can't be that cruel. She just can't! Nena could feel her anxiety increase as the girls got closer and closer to the store. Right before they entered, Constancia said point blank, "Take off your bra and panties before we go in."

"W-WHAT?" Nena stammered, "Somebody might see!"

"Not if you're quick you little puta, now do what I say!"

Nena quickly reached under her blouse and unhooked her bra, causing her sore breasts to tumble outward although they were so firm that it still appeared as if she had a bra in place, except for the tell tale sign of her nipples visible through the fabric. Nena paused uncertainly, close to panic.

"Your panties too. If I have to repeat myself again you really are going to be sorry. Understand?"

Nena shaking with fear reached under her skirt grasping the sides of her cotton panties and pulled them down her shapely legs. "Here give them to me, I'll put them in my purse for safe keeping," Constancia said, smiling.

Nena handed Constancia her underwear reluctantly, not liking the look she was giving her.

"Well," Constancia said, holding the door open for Nena, "Let's go inside."

Nena shivered nervously as she walked through the door. As soon as they entered, Miguel the storeowner came over to them. "Can I help you?" he said with a wide smile. His yellowed teeth looking like a row of rotten corn kernels. Nena could smell him almost as soon as they walked into the store. He hasn't taken a bath for a week she thought to herself. The tee-shirt he had under his overalls was a pale gray, and the rest of his clothes were old, wrinkled and full of stains. She unconsciously crinkled her nose.

Constancia replied, "Yes you can, we need a loaf of bread and a few other items."

"Come this way," he said, his beady eyes covertly scanning Nena's chest as he directed the two young girls to the back of the store. He wrung his hands together nervously as they walked to the back. Nena could see that Miguel had noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. She nervously tried to avoid meeting his eyes.

Constancia lightly touched Nena's arm. "Can you bend down to see if that's the bread we need?"

"Yes," Nena said, surprised, "that's the brand we eat."

"You better bend down to make sure," she said more forcefully.

Nena looked at Constancia pleadingly.

Constancia stared back at her, tapping her purse as she did so. Nena bent over quickly to inspect the bread, gravity causing her blouse to open up exposing her full breasts. Miguel's breath caught as his eyes swept over the full mounds and dark nipples.

Nena quickly jerked up when she realized that Miguel was staring at the exposed mounds. He smiled innocently back at her, his putrid breath, causing her to back away.

Constancia looked at Nena, "You better check that brand again, but this Time take your time and really check. We wouldn't want to buy something that your mom won't use." she said, smiling thinly.

Miguel looked at both of the girls with a quizzical expression. Not quite sure what was going on. Constancia looked at her expectantly. Nena could feel herself shaking and the perspiration beading behind the back of her neck.

She bent down again, obviously nervous. As she bent down, she could feel Miguel's eyes feasting on her nakedness. Staring hungrily at her. She was petrified to look up. Afraid of what she would see reflected in his eyes.

Miguel made no effort to hide his peeping. A quick glance at Constancia, who was standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, confirmed that Nena would do anything she was told. Miguel felt dizzy. Giddy with sexual excitement. It had been years since he had seen such a magnificent pair of tits. So beautifully round and firm. He felt a stir in his loins.

Every time Nena said that she though she had the right bread, Constancia told her to check again, further humiliating her. Nena was overcome with anxiety and felt like she was going to faint. She bit her tongue to keep herself from crying.

Constancia casually glanced over at Miguel who was staring unashamed at Nena's exposed breasts. The bulge in his soiled overalls as obvious as a giraffe trying to hide among a group of tree stumps. After repeatedly having Nena recheck the bread, Constancia finally said, "Okay," I think your right. That is the right brand."

Nena stood up unsteadily, her legs, thighs and back sore from bending down repeatedly. She unconsciously stretched trying to relieve the chink in her back. Doing so, caused her full breasts to press hard against the thin material, making the nipples pop out.

Miguel stared hard and longingly at her, as she displayed her magnificent endowments. Nena looked up and saw Miguel's mouth hanging open like a broken cellar door, suddenly realizing how she was further contributing to the situation. She quickly stood up, crossing her arms across her breasts protectively. She stared down at the floor. Not sure what to do.

Miguel shifted his feet back and forth. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he said, stuttering.

"Yes" Constancia replied, pointing over to the shoe rack, "Nena needs some new sandals. Right Nena?"

Nena looked at Constancia in horror. Don't you know I don't have any panties on? she wanted to scream. Nena glanced down at Constancia's purse. Her eyes began to water.

"Yes," Miguel replied, his lustful urges emboldening him. "Come right this way Nena, and let's see what we can do for you heh?" His grin caused Nena's body to break out in goose pimples. She quivered. Her frazzled nerves on anxiety overload.

As he led her to the rack, he made no effort to stop his staring. His eyes glued to her chest. He was not even making a slight attempt to show some finesse. He knew he didn't need to. Constancia followed close behind.

Miguel faced Nena, "We better measure your feet to make sure that we have the right size okay?" he said pleasantly.

Nena could only stare back at him numbly, aware that contradicting what he said would only continue this horror. Miguel sat Nena down on one of the stools that lined the wall. Nena stared at the opposite side of the store, petrified. She sat like a statue, hands clenched in her lap.

"Relax" Nena heard Constancia say. Put your hands at your sides. You're going to get some new shoes. You should be excited," Constanica choked back a mean chuckle.

Miguel took one of Nena's legs and pulled it forward. He couldn't believe how well proportioned and toned they were. He ran his hand down the well-defined calf, feeling the smooth softness. He felt her stiffen in response. Miguel's eyes traveled up her leg to the smoothness of her thigh, his eyes not being able to see beyond. He could feel his heart tripping in his chest like a jackhammer.

He slipped on one sandal and then took hold of her other leg. He felt his cock press hard against his pants. He looked up at Nena who sat impassively on the stool, her beautiful face betraying her fear and humiliation. He could see her trembling. He glanced down again at her sweet breasts. His breath caught. He licked his lips that had suddenly become very dry. He looked up again to the juncture of Nena's legs, and could make out what looked like pubic hair.

He felt like his stomach was in knots. He spread Nena's legs a little wider, wanting to see more. Nena whimpered, "Please Miguel, you know this isn't right. You've known me since I was a little girl. How can you do this...do this to me" her voice cracked and she began to sob.

Constancia walked to the door, sliding the curtain across the window, and turned the sign to Closed, not wanting to have anyone interrupt. Miguel spread Nena's legs a little wider, causing her dress to ride up higher on her firm thighs. Her legs were open enough so that he could see all the way to the hairy mound. He swallowed hard, his eyes roving up and down her pussy. The sweet pussy in front of him only a few short inches away.

Constancia walked up to them. She said to Nena, "Scoot up on the stool a little bit, so Miguel can fit your other shoe."

Nena continued to sob. She felt adrenaline flood into her stomach, making her feel sick. "Please Constancia, please...don't do this to me." Her face crinkled up as she broke down crying.

Constancia slowly reached down and slid her hands into Nena's top, getting a firm hold on the full globes. Nena gasped in surprise and shock as Constancia deliberately took hold of Nena's nipples and pulled her forward, causing the sensitive aureoles to pull with pain/pleasure. "Please come forward like I asked," Constancia hissed softly.

"Stop it Constancia, please...stop" Nena whimpered, her tears leaving thin streaks across her cheeks. As Constancia gently pulled, Nena had no choice but to move forward on the stool, her dress riding higher.

"There you go my little puta," she said letting go, her eyes bright. "Now don't you dare move." Nena sat immobile trying to detach herself from what was happening to her. She tried not to think of her nipples, which were still tingling from Constancia's pulling.

Nena's vagina was less the five inches away from Miguel. He was so overcome with excitement that he looked like he was in shock, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

Nena was eighteen and a woman at her physical prime. The slit of her cunt was ringed with a thick thatch of pubic hair that barely hid the thick vaginal lips. Her entire cunt bordered by her firm, velvety smooth thighs that contrasted nicely with the furry mound of her womanhood.

Miguel edged in closer. He reached up slowly with anticipation and parted the thick hair, his callused hands shaking. He could feel Nena's breathing quicken in fear. He followed the soft, slightly moist lips up to the top of her slit and gently pulled the hood up exposing her sensitive clitoris. He slowly bent down. Nena could see what he was about to do and could feel her stomach boiling over with bile.

She swallowed hard. Miguel slowly began to lick the little button. Jabbing at it with his tongue and then running it quickly up and down the slit of her cunt. Nena tried not to think about what he was doing to her as his tongue lapped eagerly at the stiff clitoris.

Nena cried out, "please stop...please," and attempted to close her firm legs together. Miguel reached between her legs and wedged his hands between the firm thighs, pushing them apart as his head came forward, the wet tongue finding the hole of Nena's cunt increasingly hot and moist. He buried his face in silky sweetness of her cunt, lapping it softly.

Constancia walked over behind Nena and put her hands under her blouse again. She quickly found the hard nubs and began to pull them slowly. "You like this. Don't you little puta?" she whispered in her ear cruelly.

Nena gasped "Why...why...do...God..."

Miguel put his finger into her deeply and began to slowly piston it in and out of her tight hole. Constancia gripped her nipples a little tighter and began to alternately pull and pinch them. Nena moaned.

She struggled to fight...off the feeling, but it was becoming impossible. As Miguel was eating Nena, he was also working off his overalls, desperate to see what it was going to be like to fuck such a beautiful girl.

His flabby stomach came into view as he worked off the rest of his clothes. Then his smallish cock which jutted out like a brown carrot. Nena suddenly grew aware that Miguel's face was not longer buried in her wet gash and opened her eyes. At that instant, Miguel's was poised in a half crotch, cock poised to the entrance of her vagina. She yelled out in a panic, "No, no, no, no..."

Constancia pulled at her nipples hard, causing her to gasp out loud. Miguel, grabbing her sides forcibly with his hands, plunged fully into her, her lubricated cunt engulfing his cock in its entirety. Nena tried to struggle, but was hampered by Constancia's hands behind her manipulating her breasts, causing her to lose her concentration. Nena struggled to free herself from her tormentors, but was not strong enough.

Her mind was going a mile a minute. She was panicking, realizing that Miguel had put his cock into her with no protection. Miguel was giddy. Scarcely believing that he, the smelliest and without doubt one of the ugliest men in the pueblo, was fucking this incredible looking eighteen-year-old girl. Crouching down, he was able to watch his hard penis appear and disappear into the wet folds of Nena hole. He became progressively more excited and increased the rate and tempo of his thrusting. Nena tried to get up but was forced back down by Constancia who pulled down on her nipples as she tried to get up. The pain/pleasure coursing through her breasts making her whimper. "Look" Nena said plaintively, "I'll let you...screw me...I won't fight you...but please Miguel...please pull out when you come!" She said the last words almost whimpering with fear.

He glanced up to see Nena looking at him with shame and humiliation, her eyes watery. Then he looked down to her big tits protruding out of her blouse, Constancia's little brown hands pulling and pinching the dark nipples, puffed out with unconscious arousal. Nena saw his face tighten two seconds before she felt the first wad shoot out into her. The sight of Constancia's fingers rolling, pinching, pulling those hard sweet nipples caused him to go over the edge.

He closed his eyes.

"NO! NO! NO! Pull OUT!" He heard the girl scream but it had been to long ...much too long since...since he had... Oh god... his thin member began to spout out what felt like an almost endless stream of warm sperm. He reached down and cupped his swollen balls, prolonging the pleasure releasing another stream of his spunk into the screaming girl's womb.

*** 13 ***

A second before Miguel's thrusting became almost a blur, she had felt the jets of his pent up spunk work their way inside her. Shooting into her like a fire hose. She gagged. In horror she looked down to see Miguel slowly pulling out of her vagina, his small member dwindling and shrinking, coated with her juice and his just discharged load. Miguel slowly got up still giddy from his encounter. His body felt spent and empty. Completely drained.

What a great way to start the day, he thought smiling to himself. He lewdly ran his eyes over Nena's body noting the look of shock on her face and as his eyes scanned lower, his come, which was wetly congealing on her swollen cunt. With a satisfied look on his face he slowly hoisted up his overalls, "You have been such good customers, that the sandals are on me," he said beaming.

Nena looked up at him numbly, dimly aware of Miguel tucking in his soiled undershirt and flaccid penis.

"Well Miguel, thank you for the sandals and the bread" Constancia said in an exaggerated voice of thanks. Turning to Nena she said, "Come along little puta. Time to go home."

She reached down, grasped one of Nena's arms and slowly hoisted her to her feet. Nena slowly got up and felt some of Miguel's sperm work their way down the inside of her smooth, firm thighs like garden snails. Her stomach lurched. Constancia led her outside, waving bye to Miguel as she did so. Nena followed along behind her.

As they walked towards her home, Nena said pleadingly, her voice soft and cracking, "Constancia...we...have been friends for such ...a long time... please...I beg of you...stop this...what more do you want to...put me through."

Constancia pulled her towards her roughly, "I'm not done with you yet, you cheap little puta," she said cruelly. Almost as an afterthought she asked in a slightly, more neutral voice, "Who is at your house right now?" Nena not thinking replied, "Carlos and my stupid drunken father. Everyone else is at church."

Constancia just smiled.

Carlos was Nena's fifteen-year-old brother. Like most boys his age, he was totally preoccupied with girls. Often fantasizing about the girls in his class at school. Even when he was playing his favorite sport, soccer, he found himself thinking about some girl's boobs, or tight little butt. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he often fantasized about his older sister Mary Helen who had the best body he had ever seen on any girl.

Since their home was so little, they were often at close quarters and although he did his best to hide it, at every opportunity he would try to look up her skirt or take a quick peek down her blouse. On one occasion, Mary Helen had accidentally left her bedroom slightly ajar, and Carlos had stood there for a couple of minutes while she was getting dressed. His eyes almost popped out of his head when she had taken off the towel to put on her bra. Her breasts were big, perfectly round, and capped with the darkest nipples. He almost began crying when she hefted her big tits into the bra cups.

He quickly went to his room, feeling guilty, but not being able to stop thinking about the sight of Mary Helen. He tried not to think about it, but his mind kept on going back. Not even watching the local soccer match on his little black and white T.V. set could unfreeze the sight of his sister in his mind. Feeling ashamed and guilty at his weakness he hurriedly took off his jeans, laid down on his bed and wrapped his hand eagerly around his stiff cock. He thought of Mary Helens tits as he started to pump himself...God...their size...Jesus...their firmness...what it would be like to...

He pictured himself sucking them, sucking those sweet nipples and exploded his sperm coating his hand and stomach. He lay back on the Bedspread eagled with a contented smile, the image of his naked sibling simmering away from him like a mirage.

A block from her Nena's home, Constancia casually asked, "Nena, have your parents ever talked to Carlos about sex?"

Nena having regained some of her energy, but still aware of Constancia's control over her replied haltingly, "Of course not. He's only fifteen"

"Well," Constancia said, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know Nena maybe you should talk to him about it."

Nena's eyes widened. "It's not good for young boys to be unknowledgeable about sex at his age." Nena replied in a tight voice, "Constancia, what is the matter with you? I can't talk to him about sex, he's my brother."

"Would you rather that I show your entire family the tape of you having sex with a bunch of gringos?" Constancia said, her voice hard.

Nena's eyes dropped to the ground. She blinked back the tears that were poised to run down her cheeks. In a voice soft and halting, she asked, "What do you want me to tell him?" She let out a long breath. "You are turning me into a cheap whore...why...why?" She started to lose her composure.

Constancia gripped her arm like a talon, "Stop your complaining. All you have to do is tell him that you're his sister and because...you love him so much...you want him to learn about sex...make sure that he knows that...he can ask you anything he wants...ANYTHING." She accented the last word. "Do you understand?"

Nena bit her lip nervously, the anxiety leaving a pit in her stomach the size of watermelon. "Yes, yes...I...understand," she said in a voice that was barely audible.

As they reached Nena's house, they saw Carlos in the front yard, sweeping the porch. He looked up shyly as they approached. 'God, Mary Helen looks tired,' he thought to himself.

Constancia greeted him cheerfully, giving him a quick hug. Mary Helen hung back. "Greet your brother," she said indignantly. She pushed Nena forward. Carlos gave her a quick hug, suddenly aware of her firm tits pressed hard against his chest. It lasted only an instant, but he felt himself stiffen immediately. He quickly sat down, trying to hide the tent in his old jeans.

After a few moments of small talk and pleasantries, Constancia excused herself telling Nena that she was going to go home and change and that she'd be back in a couple of hours. As she walked back down the path, she casually struck her purse making the videotape rattle.

"Where's papa?" Nena asked with a forced voice.

"He's drunk and asleep as always," he replied shaking his head. "That's all he ever does." Carlos looked up at his sister. His eyes unconsciously went to her breasts, which he noticed were not encased in a bra. He quickly pulled his head up. Not wanting his sister to see him peeping.

Nena caught his eyes scanning her top, the anxiety making her heart flutter. She tried not to show it.

*** 14 ***

Nena shuffled her foot nervously. She desperately wanted to go to sleep, but knew that if Constancia discovered that she hadn't followed through with her command, that sleep would never come. She would humiliate Nena again and again and again. She clenched her fists in frustration. How did I get into this so deep? she thought to herself. When will this horror stop?

Nena was broken out of her daydreaming by her brother's concerned voice, "Mary Helen, are you okay? You don't look so good."

Nena nodded her head, "Yes, I'm fine, really." But her voice betrayed her deep fatigue. Carlos gently took her by her arm and led her into the house. He took her to the living room, so as to not wake up their useless father, who was slumbering loudly in one of the small back rooms.

Nena sat down on the sofa, leaning her head back. Then Carlos left to get her some coffee, he made it extra strong. When he returned, Nena took the steaming mug from him gratefully. "Thank you, my sweet brother."

Carlos sat down opposite her, smiling. When she reached for the cup, his eyes quickly scanned her beautiful legs. He made himself look away, the sight of them causing him to think bad thoughts about her. He stole another quick peek, this time at her firm thighs that were half hidden by her peasant skirt. He pulled his eyes away from her, making himself look into her face, angry at himself for his lack of respect.

The coffee was not overly hot, but extremely strong. Nena gulped down half of it quickly, the warmth and caffeine taking the edge off her fatigue and making her feel more alert. Nena asked Carlos questions about school, his future plans and his friends. Carlos was a little surprised as his sister had always been kind to him, but had never been this curious about his life. He was enjoying, however, their conversation, and when she wasn't looking, taking quick peeks at her legs and breasts.

He couldn't believe that she wasn't wearing a bra. Their father would have a fit if he saw her like that. He stole another peek at her nipples that were almost visible under the thin material of her peasant blouse, when Nena took another sip of her coffee. He adjusted himself, his semi-hard cock, causing him discomfort. He felt warm.

Nena knew that she only had about an hour and a half until Constancia came back. If she kept things simple, maybe she could get out of this unscathed.

She asked Carlos in a very matter of fact way, "Has papa or mama ever spoken to you about sex?"

Carlos looked at her, his eyes wide, his face turning a bright crimson. With as much bravado as he could muster he replied, "No, and I don't need them to tell me anything, I already know everything there is to know about it."

Nena looked at her little brother and gave him a sisterly smile. Well, she thought to herself, I tried, "Okay Carlos, I was just curious," Nena replied gratefully, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Carlos, are you sure you know everything about sex?"

Nena spilled her coffee on her lap, burning herself, at the sound of Constancia's voice. She looked up to see her standing in the foyer, her face a mask of disappointment.

Slowly Constancia walked into the living room facing Nena and Carlos. Carlos looked up at her in surprise, "What do you mean?" he stammered.

"You're only fifteen, have you ever even seen a girl naked?" Constancia asked, looking down at him. Nena sat on the sofa petrified, not believing that Constancia was here in her own house doing this to her. She felt a buzz in her ears and all the sounds in the room seemed to come from a great distance. A cold sliver of fear worked its way up her back, causing the hairs at the back of her neck to stand on end.

"No, No, I haven't," he said stuttering.

"Do you want to?" Constancia asked him slyly, slightly smiling.

Carlos looked back at her uncomprehending.

"Look at your sister, don't you think she's pretty?"

Carlos nodded slowly, his eyes traveling up his sister's body.

"She really wants you to know about sex. Is there something you would like to ask her?"

He gulped, he couldn't believe this was really happening.

"Go ahead, ask her. Ask her anything you want. All the things that you've never had the chance to until now," Constancia pressed.

Nena looked back at Carlos desperately. She thought to herself, please Carlos run, get away from here, this girl is evil, I'm your sister, respect me and my position in this house.

Carlos could read his sisters eyes. He could see the desperation in them and in the set of her mouth. He also was aware of his stomach that felt empty and hollow and the hard stiffness in his pants. He looked up at Constancia. "I've never seen a pair of breasts close up before he said," his voice shaky.

Nena felt like someone had punched her stomach. She became dizzy and saw small stars in front of her eyes. She shook herself violently to clear her head, this can't be happening to me. It can't be happening, she thought to herself desperately.

"Well Nena, you heard your brother, he's never seen a girls breasts. Maybe you should take off your blouse and show him? Do it Nena, take off your blouse and show your brother those big tits of yours."

Nena looked up at Constancia, her eyes brimming with tears, "This is my brother, my brother for Gods sake, why?"

"DO IT NOW!" Constanica interrupted her, her voice rising. "Do it now dammit, or I am going to be showing a neighborhood movie in a few minutes that sure as hell won't be starring Vicente Fernandez. Now show Carlos your tits!"

Nena sat petrified. Stiffly, she extended her arms, reached up and slowly unclasped the buttons holding the front of her blouse together, containing her big, firm breasts. Carlos' eyes widened as Nena reached the last button, the full curves visible through the exposed crack in the material of her blouse. His entire body was shaking like an electric wire. Nena reached towards her soft shoulders and pulled the top away, the large globes came into view little by little as the material settled down her slim arms and torso.

Carlos gasped. He remembered how her tits looked from the time when he has seen his sister through her door. Close up though...it was something else. Her breasts sat on her chest proudly, like two big, round scoops of ice cream. The skin impossibly smooth, without a blemish or a sag, they were capped by large, dark nipples that were slightly extended. On her petite frame, the effect was breathtaking. Better then the porn magazines under his bed. He could hardly swallow.

*** 15 ***

Nena felt a hot flash of anxiety travel through her body, making her almost physically ill. Carlos sat looking at her, transfixed, his eyes taking in every intimate detail of her chest, the sight of his sister's breasts causing an almost mental overload of sexual feeling. He shifted in his seat to relieve his stiffness, but kept his eyes focused on his sister's full mounds.

Seeing Carlos reaction to her, caused Nena's heart to flutter. She found it hard to breath. Her respiration coming in short, shallow gasps from her terror and fear.

"They're big aren't they," Constancia said, gazing at the obviously excited boy.

Carlos could only nod mutely. His mouth was as dry as cotton.

"Would you like to...touch them?"

Carlos nodded quickly in the affirmative, faintly trembling with desire. Nena began to sob quietly. Carlos looked at her and began to feel guilty for thinking about his own sister in such a vile way.

"Don't worry Carlos, your big sister WANTS you to touch her. Don't you Nena?" Constancia hard gaze bored into Nena's watery, red-rimmed eyes.

She breathed in deeply, trying to maintain some dignity, some control and said quietly in a quivering voice. "Yes, Carlos I...I... want you to touch them."

Carlos was didn't quite know what to do, but...his sister said it was O.K. She was crying...but she did give him permission. He was confused, but he followed his body's desire and quickly scooted his chair up until he was facing her, the firm tits pointing at him only a few inches away.

"Go ahead...touch them." He heard Constanica's voice direct him. Trembling slightly, he slowly reached up and grasped the big mounds squeezing gently. God they felt so firm. He squeezed a little harder, causing Nena to wince. His adolescent cock jutted out in his pants like a steel pole.

"They're firm aren't they?" Constancia said, enjoying the humiliation of Mary Helen.

Carlos regained his voice, "God. They're so big...so firm...they feel... great," his hands continuing to squeeze and fondle his sister's big tits as if he was kneading two big globes of firm dough. His big, round eyes were transfixed on his manipulating hands that continually squeezed and fondled the big firm tits of his beautiful sister. He was in a state of high arousal as he realized that he would be able to do whatever he wanted to Mary Helen. A pang of guilt hit him at the thought, but it wasn't enough to distract him from continuing the non-consensual assault on his tormented sibling.

Nena kept her eyes clenched. Trying to distance herself from her feeling of shame and embarrassment.

"Carlos, I'm going to show you how to...excite a girl. Would you like that?" Constancia asked almost gleefully.

Carlos smiled back at her nervously, not sure what to do.

"Pinch your sister's nipples Carlos, and pull them up."

Carlos hesitantly reached over and grasped his sister's nipples and slowly pulled them up, the heavy globes suspended by hardening nubs.

Nena open her eyes and gasped loudly, "No...stop...stop...stop it Carlos," his touch caused her to catch her breath. She reached up quickly in a panic and made an attempt to grab her brother's arms. Before she could grab them she heard Constancia's commanding voice, "Drop your hands Nena." "Now!" she repeated again when Mary Helen wavered. Then Constancia said firmly, "Carlos needs to learn what excites a girl and you're going to teach him."

"Please Constancia...you know...how...sensitive they are," Nena said pleadingly.

"Drop your hands Nena. I mean it!"

Nena's hands remained in mid-air a second longer and then she lowered them slowly to her lap while Carlos kept on raising Nena's tits higher until his hands were almost at chin level. Both of her firm mounds hanging suspended by the sensitive nipples. Carlos shivered in sexual wanting at the effect this was having on his sister. Eyes wet, Nena shifted slowly back and forth on the sofa as if not sure what to do. Her little hands were clenching and unclenching in her lap. Her breath was quick and shallow. She wasn't talking, but was making...mewing noises, whimpering like she was in pain. Her breathing was slightly more labored and coming out in a rush every few seconds as if she was out of breath.

Constancia looked at Carlos approvingly," Your learning Carlos. Isn't Mary Helen a great teacher?" she said facetiously.

He smiled, feeling more in control, less nervous, an inexperienced boy with a newfound confidence. Without any prompting from Constancia, he pinched his sister's nipples a little harder and slowly pulled them out towards him. She began to whimper and moan uncontrollably.

"Please Carlos" she panted, "Please...stop...this... God...I'm your sister," Nena shuddered uncontrollably, barely contain herself, the thought of the video tape on the backburner of her mind, the only thing keeping her from slapping Carlos hands away from her. Yet the pull the sweet pull...was intoxicating. The hard nubs radiating an almost painful heat all through her breasts, ricocheting through the rest of her body making her feel, hot, restless. She was aware that she was becoming deeply aroused, her vagina puffed up and swollen. Her slippery juice coating her labia, exciting her, making her want to...touch herself. To run her hard fingers up and down the slippery gash. She trembled. A shiver ran through her entire body making her breath catch as if she had been dunked in cold water unexpectedly.

Constancia noticed Nena's arousal and told Carlos to slowly let his sister's taut breasts down. He complied with an almost sad look, like a little boy being told that he needs to turn off the T.V. and go to bed. Nena was perspiring lightly and her rapid, shallow breathing made her firm breasts shake. Her nipples were completely extended out and hard from the stimulation.

"Would you like to see more Carlos?" Constancia asked.

He looked at her excitedly, like a little boy waiting in line to see Santa Clause. Nena was obviously excited, but still grasping and holding onto a thread of rationality.

"That's enough," she said, her voice thick. She repeated an octave lower, almost plaintively, "Please that's enough. That's all he needs to know now. Please Constancia!" she added pleadingly. Her eyes betraying her fear and shame.

Without acknowledging Nena, Constancia said, "Pull up your dress and show Carlos your little pussy. Show him what it looks like when it's excited."

Nena hesitated -- the anxiety and arousal together causing her mind to go blank -- confused. Carlos looked at her anxiously, his tongue licking his dry lips.

"NOW!" Constancia commanded.

Nena, her arms shaking, took the hem of her dress and pulled it back, exposing more and more of her firm legs and thighs. Each new patch of skin exposed, causing Carlos's cock to throb harder.

"Scoot up Mary Helen, how is Carlos going to learn about sex, if you're hiding yourself?" Constancia chided her reproachfully.

Nena was so confused and ashamed that she couldn't think straight, the whole experience almost surreal, like she was watching somebody else, and did as she was told, driven by the fear of the video, the commands of her tormentor and to a lesser but growing degree the incestual desires of her little brother. She sat on the edge of the sofa, her vagina partly hidden by her dress. Shaking, she pulled the rest of her dress back, revealing the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

Carlos moved in closer to her his breath quickening at the sight of his sisters dark snatch in front of him.

"Spread your legs Nena," she heard Constancia say. Embarrassed, she opened her legs any wider, the aroused slit wet at the juncture of her soft thighs sticky with her juices. Carlos scanned his sisters fevered body, his gaze taking in her gorgeous face, her taut breasts, her smooth tummy, which led his eyes to the thick bush of her vagina. He was so overcome with lust and excitement, that he stared at her dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or do.

Constancia looked at him, noticing the tell tale bulge in his jeans. "Carlos, you must be uncomfortable. Go ahead and take off your pants if you want. Your sister won't mind, will you Mary Helen?" Constancia said, while rhythmically tapping her purse.

An involuntary nervous spasm ran through Nena, "No!" she said fearfully, in a low voice. "That's it, O.K? Just stop now... PLEASE... Constancia before things go too far!" She said the last few words almost crying.

Constancia looked back at her blankly, not saying anything. Just watching Carlos as he slowly and deliberately unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down his thin legs along with his boxer shorts. He was overcome with the need to continue what he had started with his sister; he couldn't stop now.

When Nena saw her brother's hard brown cock she couldn't help but stare. He might be young, but he was big. Much bigger then a teenaged boy ought to be. Unconsciously she sucked in her breath as her eyes scanned the length of her brother's cock. It jutted straight out, fully engorged with blood. Hard and rippled with purple veins.

Constancia saw that the head was covered with a shiny layer of pre-come. She reached over and took him by the hand while also giving an appreciative look at his well- endowed manhood. "Go ahead and touch it Carlos. Go ahead and touch Mary Helen's vagina with it," she said softly, pulling him closer to his sister.

Nena stared at Carlos with terror in her eyes and an almost perverse need. Her eyes were glued to his cock; it was throbbing to her own rapid heartbeat, like it belonged to her. His balls were heavy with his teenage come; she knew that they would be emptied very soon. Constancia is turning me into a cheap slut, she thought to herself desperately. I can't let her destroy me. I have to be strong. I must!

Nena drew back with fear as Carlos tentatively reached over and ran his fingers over Nena's mound, eliciting an involuntary whimper from her. She tried to pull farther back but was stopped by Constancia's command, "Let him touch you. Let him touch your pussy. It can't hurt now can it, after all the cocks that have been in there," she said mockingly.

Nena gasped at the intrusion as her brother's fingers and Constancia's words. Carlos made contact with her damp hole, and then slowly began to stroke his sister's moist gash, moving his fingers up and down the ever-moistening slit, causing her to shift on the sofa. She unconsciously flexed her legs and slightly raised her ass off of the sofa as her brothers fingers probed deeper into her wetness.

She shifted again involuntarily, trying to get Carlos to stick his fingers into her deeper. Without even being aware of it, she lifted her firm, round ass off the sofa and arched her back causing her little brother's fingers to probe ever deeper into the wetness of her cunt.

Carlos's penis throbbed. More of his pre-come bubbled to the surface of his hard prick. Nena pushed up from the floor with her feet in order to get more of her behind off the sofa, forcing more and more of her brother's fingers into her. Her passion eclipsed her reasoning. All her feelings centered on the pleasure she was receiving. She bobbed up and down languidly, using her legs to push up and down, her firm thighs flexing on each stroke. She slowly started losing herself to the fingers touching, stroking, stimulating her. Her mind drifted.

Constancia waited until she knew Nena was too far gone sexually to do anything about her actions. She kneeled in close to her whispering, "A hard cock would feel really good right now wouldn't it Nena?"

Nena groaned as her brother Carlos continued to stroke her. Three of his fingers buried in her cunt hole while his thumb circled her stiff clit in small, tight circles. She shook her head trying to push the thought of her brother...inside her...with that big brown cock, all the way in her...

"Come on Nena, I know you want it," she said in a low, sexy voice. "Look at him. Look at the size of that cock. Can you imagine that inside you?"

Nena looked down slowly, not able to control herself, at her brother Carlos whose hand continued to arouse her, and then farther down, lower, at his big stiff cock, her brother's throbbing cock as if it had a life of it's own. She looked away, trying to fight the conflicting passions within her. All the while the manual stimulation and the vision of her brother's big brown cock... picturing it pounding into her, increased her excitement. She realized that her slit was soaking wet, and that Carlos now had four of his fingers inside of her. Moving in and out with a purpose. The purpose of breaking her down, making her want him, giving him the permission to do the ultimate thing. To fuck her.

He looked at his sister with longing, never stopping his stroking fingers. They disappeared in and out of her wet hole, probing deeply while his thumb maintained it's relentless circular assault on her stiff, pink button.

"You have almost a half an hour until anybody comes home, and your papa is still asleep," Constancia pressed. "Would you like me to pinch and pull your nipples while Carlos...fucks you? That would feel wonderful, wouldn't it Nena?"

Nena began to mew in lust, squirming under her brother's relentless fingers. She didn't pay attention as Constancia got behind her and cupped her firm tits from behind making her entire body tremble with need. Grasping the swollen nubs Constancia began to rhythmically pull and pinch Nena's nipples, knowing that being stimulated in her two most sensitive areas, would render her completely helpless.

"Go ahead Carlos, this is the final lesson for any boy, this will make you a man," Constancia said encouragingly.

"No, stop, stop this now Carlos," Nena said with little conviction. She groaned and feebly protested, as Carlos took her exposed legs and moved them so they lay across the coach.

Frightened, Nena made an attempt to fight what was happening to her, but Constancia moved accordingly and held the girl in place, keeping up the pressure on Nena's nipples, causing her to fall back against the couch.

Feeling like she was emotionally being torn in two, Nena cried out, "I'm your sister, your SISTER for gods sake Carlos. Think about what..." She was cut off by Constancia who had shoved one of her fingers and put in her mouth. "Suck this you little puta. Suck this and be quiet."

Nena began to involuntarily suck on Constancia's finger, no longer able to talk. Her wide, beseeching eyes the only sign that she wanted him to stop. To stop before it was too late and things would change between them forever.

Looking down at his sister, Carlos could read her eyes, and he knew that he was doing wrong by taking advantage of her. He knew that he was showing the ultimate in disrespect and that their relationship could never be the same after this. But seeing her wonderfully naked body spread eagled on the sofa, her big tits being pulled and rolled with one hand by Constancia while her other hand was pumping a finger in and out of her mouth was just too much for him. That combined with the fear etched on his beautiful sister's face and her pleading, tormented eyes, made him crazy with lust.

All he cared about was sinking his cock into her body. Although he often thought about what it would be like to be the next Pele and adulated throughout the Latin world as the greatest soccer player of all time, given the choice he would gladly trade it all. Everything for what he was about to do in a few seconds. He'd never wanted to do anything, ANYTHING, as bad in his life as he wanted to fuck his sister.

He crawled between her firm legs, his big brown cock jutting out like an overstuffed sausage. As he got closer to her cunt he reached down and cupped the back of his sisters toned calves and pulled her firm legs skyward, making her ass slightly lift from the sofa. Nena desperately tried to shift her weight, but her body position made it almost impossible for her to get up. Any attempt at getting up also meant that her already over stimulated nipples would get pinched and pulled downward, further rendering her completely helpless.

Nena's eyes widened with fear as her brother's cock brushed against her unprotected opening. She pushed Constancia's finger out of her mouth with her tongue long enough to yell helplessly, "your not even using protection. Do you know--"

Constancia who forcibly pushed two fingers into her mouth making her almost gag cut her off. While at the same time her other hand pinched Nena's nipple causing her to cry out in perverse pleasure. Nena gasped as her brother spread her legs a little wider, she tried to squeeze them together, but Carlos was too strong for her and she was in an awkward position. He opened her legs further and positioning the purple head of his long smooth cock at her entrance he pushed into her slowly. Inch by inch. He could feel Nena's body tighten under his. He looked at her. Her eyes filled with terror. He stared into them as he fed more and more of his stiff cock into her. For Carlos, the feeling was indescribable. His dick felt like it was encased in the tightest, wettest, sheath in the world.

Even with no prior experience, he eagerly began to fuck his sister, slowly moving in and out of her, but gaining speed with his mounting excitement. He glanced down at his cock as it disappeared into his sister's fertile hole. He began to increase his tempo, causing Nena's eyes to display fresh panic. She knew what that meant. Carlos was going to shoot his load any minute. And, he wasn't using a condom.

Nena started crying, making whimpering noised around Constancia's fingers as Carlos leaned forward, holding her shoulders. He stared into her terror filled eyes as he pumped his cock in and out of her at an increasing rate.

Pushing in to her as deep as he possibly could, he began to piston harder and faster into his sister's hot sweaty love box, she was trapped beneath him and to his surprise that thought only made him ready to explode in her.

Nena was in hysterics, thrashing back and forth on the sofa. Carlos increased his tempo; his sisters fear and panic exciting him and stimulating him further. He could feel his jism boiling in his balls like hot lava. His cock expanded slightly, the signal that he was going to shoot his load into his struggling sister.

Feeling the slight pulsing of her brother's cock Nena knew that he would soon be shooting into her. Filling her. Fertilizing her. The thought of her brother impregnating her caused her to break out in a fresh attack of hysterics.

Constancia noticed that Nena was just about too exhausted to fight any longer. She took her finger out of her captive's mouth and pinched her other nipple one last time. Nena groaned loudly, still aware of the danger...of the wrongness of what was being done to her... yet she began to feel the sexual pressure building up in her own body. The feeling of release long denied, building up in her like an impending volcanic explosion.

She moaned deep in her throat with pleasure, losing herself to the pumping cock that was pounding into her with the speed and forcefulness of an engine piston, blissfully uncaring of the danger.

Suddenly, Carlos' thin body stiffened on top of his sister's and he exploded.

Nena felt the initial hot spurt as her brother began to shoot his load into her and make its way into her womb. But she made only a half-hearted effort to shift her body so that the rest of Carlos's shooting sperm would shoot out onto the coach. Too concerned with the pleasure she was getting to give thought to the carelessness of her actions, she knew that she should stop him, but it felt so good to have Carlos buried deeply in her body.

Carlos held himself hard inside his sister's vagina, his teeth clenched, as he emptied spurt after spurt of his teenage sperm into her. The pleasure of release making him shiver uncontrollably, his thin body ridged above his sister's. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and exhausted.

As Carlos peaked, Nena felt the muscle of her vagina tighten and convulse as an orgasm tore through her. She lifted up her head, the tendons in her neck protruding from her skin as she climaxed. Her full lips framed the "O" of her mouth as she came, "ah ah ah ah..ah ...ah ah...God...I'm commmming!" The surge of pleasure blasted into her, obliterating any guilt that may have gone before, washing her with wave upon wave of incredible, unadulterated sexual joy, leaving her weak.

When it was over Constancia slowly let go of Nena's nipples. Nena didn't move, the force of her orgasm had exhausted her body and mind sending her into a deep slumber. Carlos too had fallen asleep, the excitement and the first real fuck of his life knocking him out cold.

Constancia grinned at them as she quietly slipped away.

*** 16 ***

Nena awoke to the sound of her father screaming. She opened her eyes to see him standing next to her with a look of incredibility. Drunk and angry, spittle coming out of his mouth as he spoke. "My God," he said disbelievingly "What have you done!"

The shock of seeing her father woke Nena up, she jumped up from the coach, adrenaline shooting into her stomach, throwing the still drowsy Carlos from her lithe body.

Her father grabbed Carlos by the hair, pulling him towards him roughly, and slapped him hard. The sharp crack causing Nena to wince. "I'll deal with you later," he said with fury, "Go to your pinche room NOW!" Carlos scurried away like a mouse, his fathers had print a crimson tattoo on his face.

Nena looked up to see the rest of her family and Constancia were standing in the kitchen looked towards her. Her heart sank.

Her mother was crying and shaking her head slowly back and forth, not believing that her oldest daughter could bring such shame into their home. Her brothers and sisters, looked in at the spectacle, not understanding or comprehending the severity of what Nena had done.

Constancia stood with them impassively, but with a slight smile, her arm protectively holding back the rest of the children, shielding them from the sins of their sister.

Her father glared down at her, "Why, why, why did you bring shame into our home?"

"Papa please" she said sobbing, "It's not what you think."

He suddenly swung his arm, hitting Nena in the face with his open palm causing her head to snap back and make her eyes water. Her father's face took on a deeper shade of crimson. "You are nothing...nothing but a cheap slut. You have shamed your home and yourself. We did not raise you to behave like a prostitute," he said angrily, his eyes glinting with barely suppressed rage. Nena sat on the sofa cowering from her father's wrath.

Still naked, her body going numb from the shock, a million different thoughts swirled through her brain, making her headache. She held her arms up to cover herself and to shield herself from getting hit by her father. Her father looked up at the rest of the family and bellowed, "Get out of here all of you. I'll take care of this myself."

Nena's mother looked at her husband beseechingly, "Porfavor esposo, don't hurt her. Your very angry and your not thinking straight."

"Get out esposa, now!" Nena's mother, tears running down her face, led her brood out the door. Constancia followed close behind. She looked at Nena triumphantly as she slid out the door.

"I am going to show you how your father deals with cheap whores," he said menacingly, as he undid his thick leather belt. Nena looked at him in horror and began babbling. "Papa...please...Papa...it's not...it's not what you think... Constancia... Constancia has been blackmailing me."

"What!" her father replied, "Do you realize you cheap puta that Constancia is the one that led me to this perversion?" Nena looked at her father helplessly as he folded the thick belt in half. Almost begging, she said, "Please Papa...don't hurt me...it's not what you think...please!" She began crying, her body shook causing her large bust to shake.

Her father looked at her, the belt in his hand swing back and forth like a pendulum. "Bend over the coach Nena. NOW" Nena looked at her father fearfully, her heart racing with fear. She got up from the couch and stood behind it, where he pointed, shaking and wobbly. "Bend over the couch, and if you try to get up, I'm going to give it to you twice as hard."

She knew that to disobey her father would result in a beating. She bent down slowly, until her firm body was draped across the sofa, her soft breasts scraping against the rough material, sending shivers through her. She bit her tongue, ashamed of her weakness, what Constancia had turned her into.

Nena's father looked down at his daughter, her perfect ass sticking out from the couch. The firm ass cheeks a perfect heart shape that gradually tapered down to her soft, firm thighs. He let his eyes greedily take in her succulent snatch, the pink slash of her vagina, slightly distended, surrounded by a thick cluster of pubic hair.

Nena clenched her eyes, waiting for the hard, leather to fall upon her. With alarm, she suddenly felt her father's hand as it slowly stroked her ass. She tried to get up, but her father pushed her down on the couch roughly. His voice thick he said, "So you like to fuck do you? You cheap whore."

Nena vainly tried to get up, but her fathers other head reached out quickly, pressing down on the small of her back. His rough, laborers hands firmly pressing down upon the smooth contour of his daughters back. "Please Papa, please..." she begged.

He began to run his other hand lightly up and down the crack of his daughter's ass. Back and forth, making goosepimples break out on the smooth roundness of her ass.

Nena tried to find some leverage to get up, but her father was much too strong. He pressed down hard, effectively pinning her. She felt her heart pounding. Each beat echoing in her ears like a bass drum. She could feel her father's finger working it's way into her anus. She shuddered as his finger explored her opening, probing deeper. He pressed in firmly and steadily, until his finger was completely embedded inside her. He slowly began to move it in and out, slowly, methodically.

"You like this Mary Helen?" he said mockingly, "You like this you good for nothing little whore!"

Nena sobbed openly, she said, her voice constrained with fear and shock at what he was doing to her, "Please Papa...listen to me...please listen."

Her father's hand fell upon her ass cheek hard, causing her to buck up in pain. He slapped her again in quick succession. His hand a blur as he delivered the hard blows. "Papa...your hurting me...stop it...stop it... I'm begging you... PLEASE STOP IT!" Her eyes began to water from the pain. Her behind unbearably hot from the stinging blows.

Mixed with the pain was the pleasurable sensation she was starting to get from the finger that continued its unrelenting piston action in and out of the tight hole of her ass. She unconsciously pushed back on the invading finger. Wanting it deeper... harder.

Desperately she tried to fight the spreading warmth with which she was becoming familiar. Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. The pleasure coming from her ass, ebbed out in waves, causing her to whine and mew uncontrollably. Her nipples popped out. She shifted her chest across the material, causing the soft breasts to graze the rough material, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through her nipples making her groan softly. She realized that the finger has disappeared from within her, making her groan in disappointment. She didn't realize that she was groaning loud enough for her father to hear her.

"You want it in you? Don't you, you puta?"

"No Papa...No!" she said, trying to block out the sensations that made her want to rub her taut tits back and forth as hard as she could on the sofa, anything to relive the tightness in her stomach. The anxiety of wanting to be...filled, to be...fucked.

"Yes you do...I heard you moaning."

"No Papa...No," Nena said, her body emotionally being torn in two. She suddenly felt something else at her backside, something hard, yet soft. Her father slapped her ass hard, the sting making her cry out. She moaned as her father slowly worked the swollen head into her tight ass. He kicked her inner leg out to spread her further. She gasped at the intrusion. As her father worked more and more of himself into her, Nena was forced to move farther up the couch, until she was almost on the soles of her feet.

She heard her father's hard breathing. He bent down and encircled her slim waist, stroking her firm tummy, and then going lower, has hand going between the sofa and her soft skin seeking her vagina. Nena gasped in fear as his hand slid over her hairy mount, and cried out softly as he slid his callused finger into her wet hole, the thick digit pressing deep, making her shiver and groan in humiliation. He continued to stroke her while his other hand went to her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and began to run it against the rough material of the couch, making the sensitive nipple stiffen and pop out.

Nena pulled up, confused, her thoughts short-circuiting from the conflicting emotions she was feeling. Her father began to pump into her, causing Nena to slam back down on the coach, bent over obscenely, her firm legs kicked out in a wide Vee. He continued to stroke her and manipulate her breasts.

"Do you like this? Do you like this you no good cheap...whore!"

Nena could only groan as her father had his way with her, the quick pounding and stroking leaving her gasping not able to speak. He looked down at his daughter's soft white ass and watched his manhood appear and disappear into the tight puckered hole. His hard cock spearing into her deeply, he could feel his cock expand as he approached orgasm. The veins on his cock purple, pulsating with pressure. As he felt the first hot thread of cum shooting out of his body into his daughter's anus, he cried out through clenched teeth. "You brought shame to this family and now you're going to pay for it!"

His words were said in a staccato burst of pressure, the force of his orgasm exploding in the pleasure center of his brain. He pushed himself as hard as he could into his daughter's backside as the last convulsions ebbed.

He slowly pulled out of his daughter's ass, his flaccid cock dangling with his spent seed. He grabbed her and pulled her around. Nena's eyes were watery and red rimmed, the tracks of her dried tears leaving a slight trail on her beautiful face. The thick fur of her vagina was wet and matted, the result of the orgasm that ripped through her uncontrollably, against her will, as her father used her body as punishment for her sins. "Now go to your room," he said gruffly. "I'm not through with you yet"

Nena put her head down obediently, the shame of her weakness causing her to cry softly. She slowly walked to her room in measured steps, wondering how things got so out of control and when they would ever end.

*** 17 ***

Nena went into her small room and lay on the bed. She curled herself into a little ball, like a newborn baby, willing her body to meld into itself making her disappear. She wrapped her arms around her legs protectively and gently rocked back and forth. Her ass still throbbed from the stinging blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her father's tool, that had slammed into her, again and again and again...she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father...fucking her...fucking her ass.

She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on what was happening to her. Without consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee made contact with her wet triangle, Doug's face contorting as he plunged his hard cock deep within her ass coating her insides, John's thick tool hanging obscenely at the entrance to her vagina and how it felt buried deep within her.

She shivered remembering her struggling to get out from under him and how he put his arms around her thin waist and pulled her in close to his chest pumping deeply, the panic when she realized that was he was going to shoot his load inside her, the orgasm that spasmed through her unconsciously when she felt the first thick stream plow into her fertile hole, a cock jerking in her like a thick electrified coil.

The images swam through her mind faster, ricocheting off one another, blending, a stream of sexual depravity. A non-stop thought interspersed with fleeting glimpses of stiff cocks, warm sperm, sweat, her swollen, red vagina, her heavy tits suspended by her thick brown nipples, the hard bodies pinning her down, controlling her, using her...humiliating her.

Nena began to mew and whimper on the bed. She turned around on her back. Against her own will her hands reached down to thick thatch of hair between her thighs. She spread her legs wantonly in a wide V. Nena stuck two of her fingers into her already drenched hole. She groaned. With the other hand she began to lightly pull at her nipples, causing them to stiffen and extend. She closed her eyes. Part of her screamed at herself to stop, but the images of the last two days floated in and out of her mind, urging her on. She tried to go slow, to prolong the sensation, but the need was too much.

She slipped a third finger into her slippery hole and pressed in deeply, feeling the vaginal walls as they pressed tightly against her fingers, the sensations causing her to body to quiver in excitement. At the same time she increased the tempo and pressure on her nipples, her finger dancing back and forth between the two hard nubs, further hardening them. She spread her legs as wide as she could. Her breath started coming in short little gasps as she neared orgasm.

She focused on the image of Miguel as he plunged his cock into her at the store. As she neared her peak, suddenly her door opened. Nena jumped up in surprise and covered herself with a blanket, her body trembling from the need to climax.

Her father and mother walked into the room. "What are you doing in here?" her father bellowed. He reached down and yanked the blanket away from her, underneath Nena had her hand buried in her wet box, her fingers pistoning in and out feverishly.

"Papa...I...can't ...oh ...my...god" Nena had no will left, her body taking complete control of her rendering her helpless. She saw her father raised his hand to strike her, but could not summon herself to block the blow. As her fathers open hand connected with her face, she felt the orgasm within her rise up, peak, and explode.

The pain and pleasure intertwined together, making her lose her breath. She felt her juices as they sluiced over her hand, her vagina contracting, one, two, three times.

As she started to come down, her father struck her again, his open hand connecting with one of her firm tits. The stinging blow, caused her orgasm to build up again, the pleasure shooting through her body making her moan loudly. As the orgasm ripped through her she fell back on the bed, the force of the pleasure leaving her limp. She looked up weakly at her parents, a fine sheen of sweat covering her firm body, not able to speak. Part of her was terrified, but she was not able to tap into that feeling, to explain what she was going through to her parents.

All she could think about was her orgasm and all the dirty, filthy, depraved things she had been going through. Damn that Constancia, she thought to herself. She felt her father's hard, callused hand grab her around her forearm and yanked her up roughly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mom dab her eyes with a handkerchief. Her face full of disbelief.

"You disgust me. You disgust all of us. You are worse than a slut. You're a dog," her father said, the words clipped and angry. "You no longer are welcome in this home. You want to act like an animal, well then you are going to live like an animal." He grabbed his daughter and pulled her to the front door and pushed her roughly outside, completely naked.

"Please papa...let me make you understand...let me explain," she said her voice desperate. Her father continued to push her along through the house to the door leading to the ranchos large yard. Her father's pushing caused her to stumble and lose her balance. Her firm tits swaying back and forth as she tried to regain her equilibrium. As they reached the door, Nena's father pushed Nena forward roughly through it.

She stumbled and landed in a heap in the dirt. Her father bent down and grabbed her upper arm. Nena protested, her tears leaving a faint trail through the dirt on her face. She tried to pull away. "Please mama...please help me."

Her mother looked away, her eyes watery. Disappointment etched in her face, making her look older and sadder. Nena's father pulled the screaming girl through the yard. As they reached the dog pen, Nena tried to grab hold of the wire fence, desperately trying to hold her ground.

*** 18 ***

Nena held onto the cold steel fence as hard as she could, her little hands clenched tightly around the cool, blue steel poles. Her fingers and knuckles going white from the strain of holding herself back from entering the dog pen. She continued to beg and plead with her father, "Please, Papa, please listen to me. I need your understanding," she sobbed, her heaving causing her heavy breasts to bob up and down on her chest. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand gripping her upper arm like a vice. His thick fingers gripped her upper arm like a pair of pincers.

Nena lost her grip on the steel poles and cried out as her father swung her forward causing her to trip and fall forward on the dirt. Nena tried to scurry away like a little animal as her father approached nudging her with his foot, the hard boot digging into the softness of her tummy and the underside of her large swinging tits, insistently guiding her towards the doghouse in the middle of the yard. Nena cried and whimpered as her father nudged further forward, her firm body sweaty from the sun and covered with a fine sheen of dust from the dog yard.

The dog yard was a large area comprised of an L shape row of doghouses, small, square, wooden structures painted a myriad of colors, now old and faded by the hot Mexican sun. Bordering the longer part of the dog houses was a low cement trough from which the dogs ate. Water was given to the dogs on a daily basis from an old, dirty spring a few feet from the trough. An old, leaky hose snaked out of a pipe that stuck out of the dirty water which was only suitable for the animals, and too microbe ridden for human consumption. The spring itself was shallow and crisscrossed by broken branches and logs from the surrounding trees, a six- foot high chain link fence with only one entrance surrounded the entire dog yard.

As Nena was nudged closer to the pen area she began to notice the stench of the dogs, the heavy smell causing her to unconsciously crinkle her nose in disgust.

Her father reached down and roughly pulled her up from the ground causing her to cry out as the hard fingers dug into her arm. He dragged her forward roughly like a sack of laundry, her legs giving way from the relentless pace. "Hurry up you little animal," he said through clenched teeth. "Hurry up!"

Nena cried out, "Please papa, take me back to the house...please papa, I need some clothes, pleeese Papa," tears welled up in her eyes, pooled, and ran down her cheeks leaving little trails in the dust covering her cheeks. Her father yanked her forward causing her to trip over herself. She whimpered in pain.

As Nena and her father entered the actual holding area the dogs began to yelp and howl. The pen held roughly thirty dogs, a menagerie of different types, but all of them wild, mongrels, flea infested and dirty. Some lay sleeping in their dog houses and other lay lounging around in the hot sun. Their tongues protruding out of their mouths, as big horse flies buzzed around them in the hot, humid air. A few of the dogs paced around the area warily unaccustomed to having more then one person in the pen at one time, their matted tails swishing slowly through the thick air anxiously.

Nena's father let go of her and walked over to the hose. He turned the key and a flood of dirty water washed out of the rubber tube. "Come here puta," he said. "We have to wash you really well. We can't have another dirty dog in here can we?" He said cruelly.

Nena walked tentatively towards him, crying softly. Her voice was soft, quivering, "Papa, I'm so sorry for disappointing you. I'm so sor-" She was cut off as her father pointed the hose at her. The warm, dirty water hitting her face and entering her mouth causing her to sputter. She held up her arms to stop the cascade.

"Stop papa, please stop!" she cried, as he moved the hose up and down her firm, lithe, body effectively washing away the fine, dust. He bent down and turned off the water. Nena stood motionless, her entire body wet and glistening. Her thick hair cascading down her back. Still sobbing, Nena protectively tried to cover her big, breasts and the thick hair at the juncture of her soft thighs with her little hands. Even so, one of the thick brown nipples was clearly visible, a small droplet of water hanging precariously from the thick nub.

Her father looked at her appreciatively. Nena hung her head. Not sure what to do. Her father walked over to her. "Come here my litter perro. We are going to take you to your new home." He reached out his hand. Nena stood petrified with fear.

"What do you mean my new home?" she said her voice quivering. "My home is with you, mama and my brothers and sisters." She looked up at her father beseechingly. "Give me your hand," he said. His voice hard edged and menacing. Nena raised her hand up slowly. Her father grabbed it firmly and walked slowly to one of the unoccupied dog houses, Nena shuffling behind him crying.

*** 19 ***

Nena's father dragged her to one of the empty dog houses and flung her down in front of it unceremoniously. She cried out as her naked body made contact with the hard ground, the dust attaching itself to her wet body. Her father reached into the into the debilitated structure and pulled out a length of thick rope. "Get on your stomach, you good for nothing whore," he said angrily, his mouth turning up in a vicious scowl.

Nena felt numb with the cocoon of shock that enveloped her. She tried to be strong and brave, but her words came out pleadingly, in soft staccato bursts of fear. "Papa, I want to go back home with you and mama...I'm sorry for hurting you...I'm sorry for-"

Her father cut her off abruptly. "You're worse that a fucking dog and have shamed out house!"

Nena began to sob quietly.

"You want to behave like a dog, then you will learn to live like one."

Her eyes grew wide in alarm as her father grabbed her legs and began to wrap the rough cord around her ankles, hobbling her.

"What do you mean papa! What do you mean!" she said fearfully. Her heart began to race as she realized what her father was planning to do. Nena tried to get up, but only succeeded in raising herself to her knees. She could feel the rough rope wrapped tight around her ankles preventing her from standing straight up. She valiantly tried to get up, but her father pushed her down cruelly.

She fell heavily on her stomach, her firm tits digging into the hard earth. The blow caused the air to woosh out of her stomach making her dizzy. Her father looked down at her his eyes glaring. "If you make any attempt to take off the rope, you will remain here an extra month. Do you understand me?"

Nena knew that any sign of rebellion would result in even a worse punishment. Nena noticed the dogs pacing anxiously around the pen, their long tongues wagging. She shivered.

Hobbled and on her knees, she saw everything from the dogs' perspective. They looked much more menacing, bigger, stronger. She tried to hold back the fright that threatened to scream out of her like a volcanic eruption. With as much control as she could muster she looked up at her father.

"Papa, when can I go home?" Her face crumpled in tears as her father slowly backed away from her without saying anything. As he started walking back to the entrance she heard him say, "I'll be back with your morning meal tomorrow my little puta. Remember what I said."

As her fathers figure disappeared into the distance, Nena's crying increased, deep sobs that racked her body. She knew that she had to stay in control. Her safety and ability to live through this ordeal with her sanity intact, only possible only if she made the right decisions. 'Right decisions,' she thought to herself miserably, 'I've been making the wrong decisions since I let those damn gringos sit with me at the bar.'

Her body ached and she was aware of how tired and worn out she was. She maneuvered herself onto her side and was aware that the sun had dried off all of the water, leaving little spots of dirt on her legs and soft tummy. Clumsily, she slapped away the flies that were buzzing around her warm skin, their insistent buzzing making her head ache.

Although she didn't want to, the only shelter was in the dog house. With difficulty she dragged herself to the doghouse, thankful that it wasn't to far. She accommodated herself the best she could, bringing her knees up as much as she could in order to get her entire body in.

Nena was dreaming about eating some pan dulce and coffee when a sudden strong pull to her arm caused her to wake up startled. She could barely make out the silhouettes of the people outside the doghouse. Their shapes weaving in and out of vision like baneful spirits.

She grunted in pain as her arm was again pulled roughly, causing her body to drag on the cool earth. Another strong tug and her entire body was out of the doghouse. Nena screamed, but was cut off in by a rag that was stuffed into her mouth by her unknown assailants.

Adrenaline flooding through her body, she ferociously began to writhe and kick-out. Her screams came out like high-pitched moans, the material of the gag absorbing all the sound. Another pair of hands slapped a piece of duct tape over her eyes effectively blinding her. She whipped her head side to side in a panic, the feel of the rag in her throat and her inability to see causing her to almost pass out in fear.

She suddenly felt hands grab both her hobbled legs and arms and raise her up. Her body suspended above the ground like a human kite. In a panic, she tried to lash out with her legs, but was not able to free herself from the tight grip of her tormentors who held her onto her slim ankles like a vice. She was aware that she was being taken away from the main pen area.

Seconds later, although it seemed like hours, she felt herself being turned roughly around by her captors so that she was facing the floor. So quickly, that she was left completely disoriented. The cold indifference of the hands grasping her, the shock of being abducted and the uncertainty of her situation caused her to start sobbing uncontrollably, her body shuddering in response to her crying.

Suddenly, she heard splashing and a moment later the wind was knocked out her as she was lowered unceremoniously onto what felt like some kind of rough tube. She felt her large breasts suspended in the air with no support. The heavy globes hanging like two milk heavy cow teats. The only thing holding her up seemed to be the rough tube that straddled her firm stomach.

She renewed the desperate attempts to free herself, but only caused the rough material of the tube to rub against her stomach and bottom part of her large breasts making her cry out in pain and, her desperate pleas of pain and to be let go, were lost in the thick material of the gag.

Her feeling of hopelessness and panic was all encompassing, needles of fear prickling every pore of her skin. Her breath came in short little ventilation's like a sprinter at the end of a fast run. The cold feeling of physical and emotional shock stole over her like a sheet of thin ice, as she realized that she was totally under the control of her tormentors. She felt her assailants untie the rope hobbling her and then pulling her firm legs apart in a wide Vee and then do the same to her arms.

All she could do was wait, straddled upon the rough pole with her arms and legs pulled tautly out. Pausing to catch her breath, trying to regain some sense of personal control, Nena began to scream anew when she heard the familiar voice of Constancia say, "Mark, make sure those stakes are pounded in tight. I don't want this puta getting away."

*** 20 ***

Nena did her best to stay calm, but being straddled as she was and powerless to stop her tormentors made her give in to the deep sobs that wracked her naked body. She suddenly felt someone deftly untie the blindfold that was wrapped around her head. The sudden sunshine caused her to blink rapidly while here eyes got used to the bright light. As her eyes focused she could see Constancia looking down at her with her hands planted at her sides, a mean glint in her eye, flanking her on both sides were Mark and John, two of the gringos.

Their eyes scanned her naked body. Moving restlessly over the firm tits that were hanging deliciously downward, the dark brown nipples about a foot from the warm dirt.

Still quietly sobbing Nena said, "The bark of the tree is digging into my stomach. Please let me go. Please?"

Mark took a couple of steps towards her and kneeled down. He raised his hand slowly and traced his fingers from the heel of her foot, to the firm roundness of her ass.

Nena tried to squirm away from his touch, but could not move. Her legs and arms pulled tautly by the ropes that were looped to the stakes. She only succeeded in rubbing her tight stomach into the bark making her cry out in pain.

Mark grinned and continued to run his hand up and down Nena's back, arms and legs as she continued to shed tears of shame and humiliation. Then Constancia said to her, "So your papa thinks your a dog huh puta?" She laughed cruelly.

Nena cried out, "Constancia, why oh God why do you continue to torment me, why? Haven't you had enough? Haven't you shamed me enough?" She could barely finish the words as a fresh batch of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Constancia just looked at her coldly. She looked over at John. "Hand me my bag." John reached down and handed Constancia a brown paper bag that Nena hadn't noticed before. She also hadn't noticed what was going on around her.

Nena's attention focused on her three tormentors. The dogs seemed more agitated. They walked around the group casting furtive glances in Nena's directions, their tales wagging eagerly. She again tried to move her arms and legs but to no avail.

"Don't try to move," Mark admonished, "You're not going anywhere."

Nena pulled at the ropes with all her might, but could not dislodge the stakes. The only thing she did was cause her large breasts to move back and forth invitingly.

Constancia knelt down, "So you want to be a dog huh puta? Let the training begin!"

Nena looked at her wide eyes as she opened up a can of dog food. She stuttered, "What, what, what, are you doing with that?"

Constancia ignored her. She took her fingers and dipped them into the can of dog food. Mark and John looked on excitedly as Constancia rubbed the dog food on both of Nena's dark nipples. Liberally spreading the food on thickly.

Nena flinched and tried to arch her back, but the ropes held her in check. She began to cry out in a panic, babbling, "No, no, please stop, let me go, please stop" but there was nobody to hear her cries.

The dogs smelled the food and began to run around Constancia, the gringos and Nena who was spread out on her stomach obscenely.

"Enjoy puta," Constancia said as she and the gringos stepped back.

The dogs were not sure what to do, they could smell the food and would dart in quickly a couple of feet from Nena, barking and yapping and then running back with the rest of the pack. Nena's yells kept them at bay for a little while, but as they sensed that she could only yell, and not do anything else they began to get braver, sniffing Nena before running back.

Nena was weak from yelling and no longer had the energy to scream for help or to keep the dogs away from her. One of the bigger dogs ran to Nena and began to sniff at her earnestly. She could only move her head, her tired muscles no longer responding to her will for self-preservation.

The dog licked her back and began to yelp excitedly eliciting a like response from the rest of the pack. He scooted his large head under Nena's torso, seeking the food. He whined as he began to lick Nena's breasts, the scent of the food exciting him, making him yelp and howl uncontrollably.

Nena felt the dogs rough tongue, but was powerless to stop it. The dog began to eagerly lick Nena's nipples. Nena tried to ignore the sparks of pleasure that the dogs tongue gave her. Each subsequent lick making her nipples harder and more sensitive, and she began to moan.

Although the dog was licking her breasts because that's where the food was smeared, on another, more primitive level he grew aware that there was another smell in the air also, the smell of lust, the smell of sex. The other dogs smelled it and sensed it too and moved into the inner circle. They began to lick Nena's body, howling and yelping eagerly.

Nena cried out with shame and pleasure as the dogs licked her nipples, her breasts, her arms, shoulders, back, legs. She convulsed desperately trying to disconnect herself from the reality that the dogs were turning her on, but unable to do so, what seemed like a thousand tongues bathing her soft skin in every direction, lifting her higher.

Nena's eyes grew lidded and she began to pant hungrily. In a sexual daze she looked up and saw Constancia.

"You like this don't you little dog?" Constancia asked.

Nena could barely speak, her mind flooded with tingles of pleasure.

"Want more puta?"

"No, no, please, enough, untie me...please!" A shudder passed through her.

"I don't think you've had enough," Constancia said. She pushed one of the dogs aside and spread some dog food around Nena's cunt. The food was cold and made Nena gasp. "Take that off Constancia. My God. Take that off. The dogs will-"

Before she could finish Constancia moved away. One of the dogs jumped up to get at the food, both his front legs wrapped around Nena's soft thighs. She gasped as the dogs muzzle made contact with her cunt, which had juiced up with excitement from the licking. She tried to clench her ass muscles to keep the dog at bay, but he dog was already lapping eagerly at the food.

As happened before, the dog grew aware of another smell, the smell of arousal. The smell of an animal that's ready to mate. The dog whined eagerly and probed deeper with his muzzle. The dog worked about half of his muzzle into Nena's wet cunt as she cried out.

Nena groaned loudly as the dog began to work his long tongue in and out of her quickly. Her cunt matted with the dog's saliva and the excretions of her own excitement. Although she knew it was sick and depraved, she opened herself up as much as she could so that the dog could stick more of his muzzle into her, the long muzzle filling her like a stiff cock.

Nena mewed and moaned eagerly, she tensed up and arched her back, drawing the ropes taut as her orgasm hit, part of her wanting it to stop while part embraced it with every fiber of her being.

As she came, her cunt muscles spasmed, sending her juice cascading down the dogs muzzle as the rest of her body spasmed in orgasmic pleasure. The explosion of release sending her to a dreamless slumber where there was no sin. Only pleasure. Pure pleasure.

*** Epilogue ***

Nena slept throughout the night, oblivious to all. Her parents found her as she had fallen asleep, but with no sign of being forced into it. Constancia, Mark and John long gone with all the evidence of her forced captivity.

Nena's mother cried as she gazed upon her eldest daughter sprawled on the log, dirty and bruised, her vagina spread open wide for the world to see. The dark triangle of hair matted with what appeared to be...sperm.

Her family disowned Nena, she was given $100.00 and put on a bus with a one-way destination to Los Angeles and told never to return. In the eyes of her parents and family she was no longer alive, her decadent behavior and sin against God and the church unforgivable.

Nena is now in Los Angeles looking for a place to live, she's not having much luck. But hopefully, wherever she winds up will be a place where she is treated mercifully. But, you know her history, so don't hold your breath...

The End