Chico and Juan Martinez were both about 19 years old. “Legal” citizens of the US with their fake ID’s, they lived a good life. Their family back in Mexico City ran the best whore house in the Mexican capital. Their ‘merchandise’ was always fresh; a mix of high-end model-types, teens of every color and age, and even pre-teens. Those with wealth or political influence always visited “Ricardo’s”. Local Policia only raided the low-end brothels, keeping their arrest numbers up. Chico and Juan were sons of Senior’ Ricardo, just a part of a much larger family. They enjoyed a good life in Los Angeles, so long as they kept the girls moving down the tunnel every Monday morning, part of a vast organization. They got $3000 for each girl. The more, the merrier. But there were rules.
You never brought over a girl who was mentally retarded, sick or injured. They must not have been abused- no bruises, no sexual assaults, no sodomy. If they weren’t pristine, they weren’t accepted by the Tunnel Master. Then the boys would have to get rid of her themselves, usually by selling them to a lower brothel near the border. Which meant cops. Also, they weren’t paid if they didn’t deliver, and you only wanted to do that one time. That was made very clear to them. Those that didn’t produce were eliminated, regardless of who you were related to.
Chico and Juan got a lot of girls from around Los Angeles at first, but that could create problems. The local FBI might start to get involved. So, they spread out. Being Mexican, the boys blended well in most communities in the southwest. They dressed better when they went to better neighborhoods. Sometimes they’d travel as far as Salt Lake City or even Denver. Just grab a girl, bring her back, clean her up and send her through the tunnel. Oral sex was not disallowed, so most girls got a few days of orally satisfying the two brothers.
Sometimes, fortune struck twice. On those occasions when the brothers would grab two girls, they had a choice. Leave them both untouched and send them both to Mexico City (big bucks), or keep one clean and for themselves. She’d bring less money; maybe $500-$800 at Martinez’s Bar in Mexicali. But they could have sex with her as much as they wanted. For two nineteen-year-old men, this was a difficult decision at times. They often would think with their dicks, of course.
Today was Friday, and the two had been out searching since Monday. They were near Needles, California, cruising through local neighborhoods. They were in a Walmart grabbing some food when they spotted two teenage girls. Right age group; early teens. Slim, pretty. As they had many times before, they followed the girls after they left the store. Down the main road, a few turns here and there, then into a newer subdivision. Just as they did, the car stopped. Chico and Juan watched the two girls jump out and go over to the entrance pond, while the car drove on.
Chico pulled up near the pond. Juan grabbed up the puppy they’d bought back in LA. Just some mutt, but they knew girls couldn’t resist puppies. He walked over near the girls, started to play with the little mongrel dog. Sure enough, the two girls came over.
“What a cute little puppy! Can we pet him?” they asked. Juan said sure, and let the two pet the dog as he held it up.
“I think he has something stuck in his little paw. Can you come over and see if you can get it out for me?” he asked, all innocent-like. Oh yes, sure, they’d be happy to. They walked to the minivan. Chico sat in back, behind tinted windows. Juan stepped up, paused to let the girls get closer, then slid the door open. Immediately he pulled a pistol from his waist and put it to the one girl’s head.
“Get in,” he demanded, grabbing her, shoving her. Chico reached out, grabbed the second girl as he pointed another gun at her, too. Juan kept repeating for them to get in. In seconds, before the two girls could completely comprehend what was even happening, they were both suddenly in the van. The seats were removed; it was a large carpeted area now. Juan slid the door shut quickly. He dropped the dog to the ground and walked calmly around to the driver’s side. Nobody to be seen. He hopped in, turned around and headed for the interstate. They’d be home in six or seven hours.
Chico kept his gun pointed at the two, barking out orders. “Lay down! Face down! Keep quiet, don’t move! Don’t move! No talking!” He kept yelling at them, threatening them with his gun. At first, they tried opening the door, screaming to be let out, but Chico was much bigger and stronger than both of them. A few good smacks and they began crying, cringing, finally complying. Chico made them lay face down, then sat on top of the two girls. Once on the interstate, he grabbed the duct tape. They were both mumbling, pleading, crying.
“Let us go! You have to let us go! Please! Let us out!” As they did, he put the duct tape to use. First, he taped their hands behind their backs. Then he taped their mouths shut. Finally, he taped their ankles together. As they cruised down the interstate out into the desert, Chico sat back and surveyed their find.
The two girls were Susan Renick, age 14, and her younger sister Sharon, 12. Susan was 5’ 3” tall, weighed about 108 pounds. She had dark blonde, shoulder-length hair. For a fourteen-year-old, she was about average in development, though some would say her butt was her best feature. Pretty, cute, young and at the moment, scared to death.
Sharon Renick was an inch shorter, weighed just about 100 pounds. She had hair like her sister, and was as well developed as her sister too, despite being two years younger. She always thought these new boobs of hers were both a good thing and a bad thing. Other girls were jealous; old men stared. But all the boys looked at her, too. Sharon was small, but had all the right curves in all the right places.
After a while, Juan said they needed to get gas. Chico kept a blanket over the two girls, making sure they didn’t draw attention. Juan picked an old, secluded gas station at a remote exit. As he filled the tank, he noticed a teenager walking her dog beside the building. She moved behind the building as the dog sniffed around. Juan looked around- nobody in sight. No other cars were there; she must be from the store. He finished, went inside and paid. The woman was around 40, white, engrossed in a magazine. As he walked back to the car, he figured the girl must be her daughter. His mind formulated a plan.
He got in, told Chico to get ready. “I got us another customer,” he said. Juan drove around the building slowly. The girl was out back, near the field, the dog running a distance away. He stopped near her, leaned out the window holding an old paper map.
“Excuse me, can you tell me if thees is the right road?” he asked in an innocent, accented tone. The girl cautiously stepped closer, looking at the map. Suddenly the door slid open behind her. She looked back and the driver grabbed her arm. A man jumped out and grabbed her too, one hand covering her mouth. He slammed her against the side of the car, punched her hard in her stomach. She gasped, bent over, having the wind knocked right out of her. Then just as fast, he was shoving her into the minivan.
Terri was sixteen years old, and she was definitely a babe. Nice tits, 33B’s, thin body that made all the men stare. She loved wearing shorts and tank tops during the desert summer. Today she’d been out with her dog Roscoe when this minivan had pulled up. Now, only minutes later, she was struggling with a man in the back as the car accelerated onto the interstate.
“No! No! No! Let me go! Let me out of here! Let me go! No! No!” The car drove off as she struggled, but the man was big and strong. He quickly got her arms behind her, then taped them together. He taped her mouth, then her legs. In less than a minute, the young girl found herself taped, gagged and laying on the floor of a stranger’s minivan, two men taking her who-knows-where.
Terri noticed a blanket covering something beside her. The man pulled the blanket up, covering her with it too. Underneath were two other girls. They were taped too, crying, panicking. They all struggled around, but none of them could move too much. The man sat on top of them, limiting their movement. Terri could see out just enough to see the sky through the window. She didn’t know who these men were, who these girls were, but she guessed they were being kidnapped. She kept struggling. Everyone had always said, always keep fighting.
During the drive, Chico had checked on their prizes. He’d pull the tape from their mouths some, ask them their age. 12, 14 & 16. All three were white. Two blondes, one brunette. They would do fine. Together, they were worth $9000. If they kept one, they could get maybe $6500-$7000. Going down the highway, behind tinted windows, Chico checked them all out. The two younger ones, they both had nice titties. Really nice butts, too. The brunette had bigger tits, nice body. He told Juan what he had found. Juan said they should keep one.
“Which one?” Chico asked.
“Well, if the youngest one has nice tits like the others, lets keep her. I could use some baby poontang,” Juan laughed.
South of LA the minivan pulled into the small ranch, the boy’s home and the northern end of one of the tunnels. It was Friday night. They had until Monday morning. They took the three girls down to the basement. First things first. They took the tape off, tied each girl to a single ring on the floor. There was only one ring; the three knelt together on the concrete. Juan stepped up to Terri.
“Suck my dick, little girl,” he said, coldly. He unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out. Of course, the three girls pulled back, the brunette saying over and over, “no! No! I won’t! Let me go!”
Juan looked at Chico. Chico turned to the youngest girl, Sharon. He picked up a hammer, put her hand on the floor, and hit it with the hammer, hard. She screamed, the other two cried out, but Juan just grabbed Terri’s hair, pulling her to his dick. “I said suck it, girl!”
Terri was terrified. She didn’t know these other girls, but she couldn’t let him hurt her again. Crying, shaking, she slowly leaned over and with trembling lips put her mouth on the man’s penis. She’d done this before- with her boyfriend, her Dad, his friend Mr. Watkins. She knew if you did it fast enough, they’d be done pretty quick. She pushed her mouth down on his brown, Latino cock, letting her tongue slide along it. God, just get this over with so they could leave. Or would they? She didn’t know, but she had to do something. She moved up and down his cock, sucking gently on it and she felt it growing longer, bigger. The man held her head with his hands as she moved back and forth, trying hard to make him cum quickly. No problem there; Juan shot a load down her throat in a minute. Then Chico jumped in, taking over. He raped the girl’s mouth too, really pounding himself deep into her, getting down her throat where she couldn’t breathe. She took small gasps of air every time be backed out some, breathing around his cock. This was like her dad; he’d always gone into her throat too. Chico lasted a little longer, shooting his load in her mouth finally.
The two men went upstairs. The three girls talked briefly. No, nobody knew these men, or where they were. Sharon asked if they would have to do that too. Terri said she didn’t know; probably. It wasn’t hard. Terri told them to just open wide and wait for the man to shoot his cum into her mouth, then swallow it. They both thought it was disgusting.
“It is, but you get used to it. It’s better than getting raped. You can’t get pregnant from a blowjob.”
Sometime later, the two men returned. They had four of their friends with them, hands full of snacks and beer. Colored lights came on, music began playing. The six men stared at the girls, making rude comments in Spanish. They all pulled up some old chairs and sat down. One man came over, undid Terri from the ring. He told her to stand up.
Terri slowly did. The six men had playing cards. They each got dealt one. The one with the high card cheered; then told her in broken English to take off her shirt.
Terri hesitated. She sure didn’t want to do this. This was her worst nightmare come true. She’d had sex with her boyfriend, and her father had taken her virginity three years ago, but this, this was six men. This was terrifying. She knew she couldn’t get past them to the stairs. She really had no choice. Slowly, slowly she took ahold of her top and eased it up. Underneath she had nothing on- it was summer. Her teenage breasts were a good size, very nicely shaped with big, brown nipples. She covered them with her hands after she took the top off. The other girls kept pleading for the men to leave them alone. Then they dealt out more cards.
Another man got to choose. He told her to lose the shorts. Slowly, she eased them down, keeping one arm across her chest as she did. Her white panties were old and worn. She stood back up, covering her chest again. Another card was dealt. Another man got to choose. Instead of making Terri take off her underwear, he pointed at the younger girl. Chico unhooked Sharon from the ring. “Stand up!” he told her.
Another card was dealt. One man won again. He told Sharon to take off her white skirt. Crying, Sharon begged them not to make her do this, Chico picked up the hammer. The 12-year-old girl changed her mind, slowly began to ease her skirt down. She had on these cute, pink panties. Another card was dealt. Another man cheered, told Susan to stand up. Another card dealt. Susan took off her polo shirt, revealing her brown underwear. Cards were reshuffled; more dealt. More and more, the three girls were forced to undress. The men always talked in Spanish; none of the three girls could understand them, but their intentions were obvious, or so they thought. Sharon had to take off her sister’s bra. They all cheered at that. Susan had to keep her arms to her side. Then Terri had to take off Sharon’s top. Sharon also had nothing on underneath, and her young, yet very perky breasts, were exposed for all to see. Each girl had to slowly take off her panties to the music. The men cheered, drank more.
The six men watched the show, getting drunker by the minute. These three white girls were a show alright. They all knew that the youngest, the one on the left, was going to go to Mexicali. Two of the men there, Pico and Jose, were in the business of finding new help for the brothels in Mexicali. All six of them were friends. The two older girls, they would be separated; forced to sit in a chair and give a blowjob to whatever cock appeared in front of them. Nobody could touch these two- only fuck them in their mouth.
The youngest chica, the littlest girl of twelve, she was fair game though. They had until tomorrow to have fun with her. On Sunday the two would take her to Mexicali and her new life, but until then, the six men could do with her what they liked. They took a nude Susan to one kitchen chair, handcuffed her to it. They also handcuffed Terri to another chair nearby. Once they were secured, they all stood around the two, forcing the two girls to French kiss some of them. Juan reminded them- you can fuck their mouths, but you can’t ever touch their bodies, anywhere.
The two fat guys from Mexicali, Pico and Jose, stepped in front of the girls. As they unzipped their pants and pulled out their dicks, the other four turned to Sharon. They forced her over to a bed mattress. They made the nude little girl climb up on it, stand up, arms behind her. Now, legs apart. Farther. More, chica. Now, use your hands, push your tetas around. Go on, do it! Push those tetas together, little one! As she was doing all this, the four men were all getting undressed. Chico took his belt, whipped her leg with it whenever she didn’t immediately do what they said. Right on her thigh, the snap of the leather against her skin was only bettered by the sound her crying out with pain.
Sharon stood on the bed, trying to dodge the man’s belt when he whipped her. They yelled at her in Spanish as they all got undressed. She stood there, cringing, covering herself as best she could. Eyes wide, he couldn’t believe what was happening. She could see her sister and the other girl being forced to give blowjobs to the two fat men. Soon, they made herself get down on her knees, then onto her hands and knees. She had to crawl to the edge of the bed. One man moved in front of her, holding his penis. He put it to her mouth, telling her something in Spanish but she only had an idea what abierta meant. Slowly she opened her mouth, pausing when another man climbed on the bed behind her. She quickly moved her legs together, but they forced them back apart. The man behind her, she watched as he moved in closer, holding his dick with his hand, moving it right towards her vagina. She was in shock, actually. Her vagina was someplace she had only peed from until recently. She’d heard about sex, but she had never seen a man’s penis before; not even in a book. She stared, eyes wider now, as this giant sausage-like thing with a big, fat head on it moved towards her. The man in front of her forced her head back around, put his own cock to her lips. As she began to open up, she suddenly felt the other man move between her upper thighs. She felt his thing touch her down there; then her began to press it into her. No way, it was just too big. The man kept spitting on it; the whole thing was so disgusting and gross, not to mention this giant, warm meat going in her mouth now. Suddenly she felt his dick push into her vagina; felt her pussy lips spread apart. Into her he moved; the pain was intense! She screamed as best she could with this big thing in her mouth now, too. The man behind her pushed in farther, then farther. She felt resistance, then the man pushed harder and suddenly he went in a good inch or more. More pain; her vagina getting pushed apart so much she thought he was ripping her apart for sure. Meanwhile, her tongue kept squirming around on this man’s penis in her mouth, involuntarily as she cried out. Just breathing took a lot of focus.
Pico was hammering on Susan’s mouth pretty good. Susan was almost taking all of him. He couldn’t blame her; she was so small and young. Still, he kept at it. She’d swallow every inch before he was done. Next to him, his partner Jose was fucking the older girl, the sixteen-year-old, fast in her mouth. Not as deep, just really fast. After a few minutes, both of these large, 320 pound men blew they’re cum into the girls, stood back and turned to watch the others. They saw Chico getting his dick sucked, while Juan was pounding the youngest girl hard from behind. The young girl’s body, on her hands and knees, was rocking violently back and forth, her hair flying and her young breasts really juggling around. The other two who were watching saw they’d finished, and turned their attention to Susan and Terri. Pico and Jose waited their turn on the girl on the mattress. Each slowly rubbed his junk, keeping themselves just hard enough to get a good start on her when their turn came.
Soon, Sharon felt the man shoot his load into her throat, just like the other girl had said they would. The man behind her was really working her vagina hard now, going very fast. Suddenly he pressed in and held it in; then cum filled her inside. She though she must be pregnant for sure, now. When he got off, two other men approached. The two big, fat men pushed her around, onto her back, her butt on the edge of the bed, her legs held up high. The other man knelt on the bed beside her face; holding his thing close by. The second man moved up close to her crotch; she felt his dick pushing around her down there, moving around, looking for her painfully throbbing little hole. When he found it, he pushed right in. She arched her back, the pain instantly returning. The other man, this huge fat guy, suddenly got over her head, putting his very hairy, sweaty ball sack right in the middle of her face. She kept her eyes clench closed as the other man started to move back and forth in her vagina. OMG, she was really being gang-raped. This hairy ball sack pushed around on her face, then he pushed the dick down to her mouth. She had to open up her mouth, let this disgusting sausage thing into her. Meanwhile, her vagina was getting pounded good. Back and forth, she could feel his enormous head sliding all along her vagina inside. Deep into her went, like the last man. Again and again, he pushed into her as far as he could. She could feel his crotch hair pushing against her own. Suddenly, she felt an unfamiliar wave of sexual pleasure flood over her. Just as quick it was gone, as the pain returned, but she couldn’t believe how that felt. Her body rocked back and forth, her mouth now licking this ball sack as the two men attacked her. The man raping her would sometimes reach down and molest her boobs; really squeezing them. Sometimes he’d garb her butt, really slamming into her harder then. The sex feeling returned, but again, just for a few seconds.
For Susan and Terri, it was a night of unspeakable horror. They had to watch as Sharon was raped repeatedly by all six of the men. For hours it went on and on. Sharon was forced to get in all these different positions, do all these really horrible things. As she was gang-raped, Susan and Terri had to occasionally suck someone’s cock, or do something disgusting like lick their sweaty ball sacks. They waited for their turn on the mattress, but it never came. Some time later, the two fat men took Sharon away, dressing her in her own shorts and top. A few more blow jobs, then Susan and Terri were forced to take a long shower together, washing each other as the four men watched. Some woman came in, combed their hair and dried it. They were forced to put on these new school girl uniforms. No underwear, just skirts, knee socks and blouses. They were locked in a room for a while, forced to put on some lipstick. Later, they were led off down a long, dark tunnel. An hour later, they came to a door. Some men inspected the girls, then took charge of them. Next stop: Mexico City.