Our Mexican Vacation

My situation could not be more desperate. I cannot describe my terror and fear.

I am still wearing the things my mother laid out on the bed yesterday morning at the all-inclusive resort for our trip home…a thin short, summer dress, yellow panties, and sandals…that is it. All very cute! Our Mexican vacation was over. Mother, *** and I were headed home to Wisconsin

But it is now early in the morning the next day and I am still in Mexico. I have spent the whole night in this dress. I am alone scared and this thin dress is all I have to wear.

When they put me is this room last night I found a Mexican blanket on the bed. I have had it wrapped around my shoulders for hours as I sit here on the edge of the bed…waiting.

It is early morning. I did sleep a little. It was dark and quiet. I was exhausted.

Now, it is finally light enough that I can see things. I look around shaking. I am locked in a strange little room with a very high ceiling with heavy dark beams. The walls are very hard like concrete. They are the color of dried mud. The floor is concrete. The room is smaller than my bedroom at home with two little open windows that are very high, more like long slits up next to the ceiling.

The door is thick wood with big black metal hinges.

There is practically nothing in the room. Just this bed, a small table beside it, and across the room a larger table with two wooden chair. There is a door into a small bathroom. That is, it.

Oh, I forgot, high up in the corner is a large TV monitor. It has been continuously showing a commercial for the exclusive resort and casino where we stayed for the past ten days.

Our time at the resort was so grand. What a beautiful place. For ten days, Mother and I had enjoyed all the wonderful things the resort had to offer, sun, pools, entertainment, food, and drinks all inclusive.

While we enjoyed the resort, my *** had enjoyed the casino. He started to gamble a little as soon as we arrived, but each day he gambled more and more. For the last three days mother and I saw little of him as he gambled almost all day and late into the evenings.

The three of us did have dinner together each evening and last evening we had a grand “going away” dinner. It was special. It was the last night of our stay. Best food I ever had. We were headed home in the morning. Mother and I could not thank *** enough for bringing us down here. So special. We could not stop talking about how much fun we had.

While at dinner *** said he had finished gambling, but needed to settle up his account at the Casino. So, after dinner, mother and I went to the room while *** went back to the Casino to take care of things so we could leave early in the morning.

*** had obviously done well at the gambling. When we were ready to leave the next morning, the casino was providing a limo for our ride to the airport. This was, some kind, of fancy. What a way to leave. When we arrived a week ago, we had ridden from the airport to the resort in a small little bus, and now we were riding back to the airport in this big fancy limo. We even had a Mexican man riding in the back to help us with things.

*** had done well at the casino, for sure, this man began serving free drinks as soon as we left the resort. He served *** a casino cocktail which he knew in advance *** liked. Mother and I got a real good fruit punch.

When we got to the airport, the limo dropped *** at one end of the terminal where a “handling agent” was going to help with our “paperwork”. Our escort told mother that the three of us would take the limo around to the departure area and meet *** there when he was finished…and that is the last I remember until now.

So here I am sitting on the edge of the bed trying to wake up. I feel so dirty and tired. I have slept in the same things I wore from the hotel room yesterday. I am as scared as I have ever been.

There is a loud bang on the heavy door and all thoughts of yesterday are forgotten. The door opens with some difficulty and a big, dark, sinister looking older Mexican comes into the room. All I notice is that he is wearing a very big sombrero and he has a very big pistol in a leather holster.

He walks straight toward me. I am scared beyond belief. My fear gets worse with each step he takes toward me. He has a big belt of bullets around his chest and a leather riding crop shoved in his waist band. His pistol get bigger and bigger as he comes toward me and he becomes more and more frightening. I am shaking all over with fear.

All of a sudden, he stops and turns toward the TV up in the corner across the room. He has picked up a little black remote control from the table. He uses it to change what has been showing to a live video of me with him lurking over me.



PAIN



He turns back to me and speaks loudly in broken English,

“Hey princess…we are going to make a little show for your daddy. We want to get that bastards money moving.”

He looks at me cringing on the edge of the bed,

“Stand up Puta, look up at that fuckin camera, take off all your fuckin clothes, and throw them on the table over there.”

I am immobile with fear. I cannot move. It is like I am frozen sitting on the edge of the bed.

He looks up at the TV monitor, waits a moment, watching; then step forward, draws the riding whip from his belt and strikes my right leg just below my short dress. I shriek in pain. I had never felt anything like it. I scream and scream again as he slowly brings it back for another blow.

I cannot move fast enough. I jump to my feet. As fast as possible, my dress and panties are on the table and I am standing nude in the middle of the room, looking at him, gasping, with tears flooding my eyes, vigorously rubbing the front of my leg where a long welt is forming.

With me standing there, suffering in the middle of the room, he nonchalantly turns to sit on the edge of bed, all the time watching the monitor over me. I look at him. He has a broad grin on his wide sunburnt face as he rewinds a little of the video and watches him striking me. He does it again and again, for several minutes. Listening to me scream, laughing cruelly.

I stand shaking in the middle of the room while he leers at the TV monitor and laughs at my misery. The pain in my leg is horrible, it leaves me completely ******* that I am, for the first time in my life, completely nude in front of a man.

Finally, he orders me,

“Spread your legs, puta, and get down on your knees. Look up at that TV.”

I respond quickly.

“Now I want to hear you beg your daddy to get his fucking money in our account before we start to have some real fun with your little body.”

I look up at the monitor. I can’t say anything. He waits a while and then slowly his glare moves from the monitor to me and his eyes move up and down my nude body until his gaze finally stops at my breasts.

His nasty grin broadens as he orders me,

“Guess the cat got your tongue, but shit, on second thought, nothing you say going to make your daddy come to his senses. We got to show him some real shit to get things started. Come over here, puta. Your daddy going to like what you are going to do now!”

I hesitate. I am so scared. He starts to pull the riding whip out of his belt and I move straight toward him. My ability to understand what he wanted got much better when his hand moved toward that painful whip.

I am shaking, trying to cover my private areas. His gaze scans back and forth from my bare breasts to the view he has on the television over my shoulder. His face fills with an expression I do not understand. I glance back over my shoulder at the monitor to see what is causing the enflamed expression on his face. I am frightened even more.

I still think of myself as a young girl but this video shows that I am definitely a young woman now. My waist, hips and bottom, all say I am no longer a little girl. The development of my breasts tell the same story.

Recently, mother has wanted me to wear a bra all the time, but I have resisted. I don’t like the way a bra feels. I like the way my breasts move as I walk and run without one and to tell the truth, I like the extra attention I get from the boys when they see that my breasts are free to move.

Yesterday, when I put on that sundress with little string straps I had not put on a bra. I had enjoyed this strange sensual tingle all day.

I was pleased with my developing breasts, but right now I wished I had none at all. Being nude and ******* to this terrible thug was scary and embarrassing.

As I moved toward him, my breasts were getting all his attention. I so wished I could hide them, but that was impossible and to make things worse, my nipples (always a little large) were swollen from fear and embarrassment.

I stopped about two feet in front of him. He grins widely and grabs my arms just above the elbows on each side, pulling me toward him until he can devour my right breast. He sucks as much of it into his mouth as he can and then clamps onto it mercilessly with his teeth. I squeal and moan and try to pull away, but he has tightly consumed my entire breast. I cannot get away from him.

He releases my arms and locks on to my tender breast even tighter. I can do nothing but cry, and dance in front of him, as he clenches his teeth on my poor breast.

I have never felt anything like it. He has me. I know the camera, up in the corner, is videoing everything for my ***, but my desire to push him away is replaced by a terrible need to pull him toward me. I so want to stop him from pulling on me and creating the wild things going on inside my body. I did neither. I just danced wildly and cried as he remained clamped to my breast.

He did not touch me otherwise and I did not dare touch him. The only connection between us was my poor breast, deep in his mouth, clinched tightly between his teeth.

Without releasing my breast, he starts laughing and shaking his head, all the while getting tighter and tighter. He hooted and snorted as he shook his head more and more violently which made me “dance” more and more intensely.

Finally, he slowed down and then stopped…releasing me. He sat back on the bed, laughing as he looked up at the video and announced loudly at the camera,

“Well daddy that is your little ********* first Mexican dancing lesson. What do you think of it? That is just the first of many “dance” lessons she is going to get if you don’t get our money down here. If you don’t get moving, she will be dancing for the vaqueros big time. They are waiting like a bunch of wild dogs for us to give them the go signal.”

Satisfied with his little speech he sat up on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to come over to him again. I froze knowing what he would do to me. Then he reached for the whip in his waist band and without hesitation, I move toward him and offered my breasts to him once again.

This time he selected my left breast and used my elbows to steer me back into position.

He laughed cruelly and consumed my left breast as he had my right.

Once again, he released my arms, clamped down on my breast with his teeth, and I began to moan and dance in front of him. This time he was gentler, but there was no sign he was going to stop any time soon. He was dedicated to putting on a show for the monitor. I quickly learned that if I move willing and really put on a dance show, his grip on my breast was much more tender.

Occasionally, he would draw the leather whip and rub the handle up along my vagina. I had always had a little skin that protruded from the top, he would stop there and rub in a circular motion. I had never felt anything like it. It made spasms pass up through my entire body. I would moan and pull back only adding to the sensations in my captured breast.

This continued for some time. He would rub my clit, I would recoil, he would tug on my breast, I would moan louder and dance more fervently in front of him.

It stopped only when the door opened and another, dark Mexican guy came in carrying some stuff. This new guy was much younger, better looking, but still so threating.

My tormentor released me and sat back with a toothy grin looking at me standing nude in the middle of the room. I was holding my tortured breasts with one hand and tried to cover my sex with the other as the new guy put some food on the table, set a leather bag on the floor, and came over to hand me a thin Mexican sarong.

He stepped back as I put the it on. It was short and so thin; held in place with a colorful Mexican belt. It covered nothing…in fact it made me look even more ******* than when I was standing there nude.

This new guy took my arm and led me over to sit at the table. There were two egg burritos and a large glass of some kind of juice in front of me. He motioned for me to start eating. I was starving and thirsty. I ate…I drank.

He sat down opposite me at the table. I was pleased when the first mean guy went out the door. This guy seemed kinder and he had no pistols or whips that I could see, but his smile was unnerving.

He watched me eat for a minute and then began to talk,

“Understand your name is Kim. Your *** calls you Kimmy.”

I was surprised how clear his English was…I could finally understand someone.

He looked directly at me,

“Kim, I want you to know what is going on. Really, it’s pretty simple. Your *** is a bad gambler, Kim. He ran up a massive debt at the Casino over the past week. We have sent him back to Wisconsin to get money together and pay his debt down here. We have kept you and your mother as collateral and inducement to make sure he does. That’s the whole story.

He is home now and he has the number of an off-shore account into which he is to deposit $187,000, plus our $500 a day charge to cover interest and the expenses for keeping you two down here.

Once he has deposited what he owes, you will be on your way home immediately.

We want him to move quickly. Time is money. Each day the interest and expenses go up so we will ratchet up the pressure on him until, one way or another, the money is paid. Today you met Geraldo. He and his vaqueros do the ratcheting for us. My name is Jorhey. My *** runs the cartel that owns all of this, the casino, the resort and this desert “fort”.

The casino is a major money maker for us but it requires continuous attention. Lots of things can go wrong and we must fix them quickly. One of these things that go wrong is debt. We often have gringos who come down to play and run up big bills. So, believe me, we know how to collect bad debts. We never fail. We get our money.

Right now, we have set it up so your *** is watching everything we do with you, and your mother. We are going to stream him a series of videos that should convince him to get moving with our money. He will see in these videos we don’t fool around. We never fail.

My first word for you is a word of warning. If you are smart…you will do exactly as you are told. You have felt Geraldo’s whip. I am sure it was a clear statement to you. You don’t want to feel that whip again, right?”

I was shaking all over…I nodded “no” violently.

“Then until the debt is paid and you are released, do exactly what you are told to do and do it quickly. We want to put on a show for your *** that will convince him to move money into our account. Understand?”

I am crying softly, but I manage to say “yes”.

He starts right in,

“Stand up and come around the table, Kim.”

I obeyed quickly.

“Face the monitor up there in the corner and open the sarong completely.”







COMPLETE COMPLIANCE



Without hesitating, I comply. Shaking with fright, I turn to look up at the monitor and hold the sarong wide open. I have always been modest in front of people, particularly men, but now all I can think of is that whip.

He waits with me in this position for a long time while he looks up at the monitor. It was like he was surprised by the video of me and wanted to study it.

Finally, after a couple minutes he orders,

“Move over here with me.”

I move in front of him. He is still seated in the chair. He pulls me closer with my back to him, so we both face the monitor, and reaches around me to lift my right leg over his leg such that the video clearly shows the black-and-blue welt across my thigh from Geraldo’s whip.

He looks up at the monitor. His face is close beside mine. He holds my leg in position across his leg and starts talking right next to my ear. It seems like he is talking to my *** more than me.

“Kimmy,”

I shake all over. Only my close friends and *** call me Kimmy.

“This is not the first time we have had to collect a bad debt. We know how to get it done. Everything we do with you and your mom is to persuade you *** to get our money into that account, quickly. The day he finishes paying his bill, you two will be on your way home.

Until your *** pays up, we will increase the pressure. Your mother will be used first and then if no money arrives our pressures will turn to you as well. Then, if your *** does not start answering his depts, we will put you and your mother to work here in our compound.

Do you know what a puta is? That is another part of our business. We have several putas working here but we can always use more. Lots of vaqueros come in off the range needing attentions. These guys pay good. Once we put you to work as a puta, you and your mother will pay your ***’s debts in a hurry, but we will probably never let you go home.”

He stands up and takes hold of my arms to turn my back toward the monitor. He then wraps me in a big embrace. He looks up at the monitor and then down into my eyes.

The monitor went blank. He had shut it off.

He whispered very quietly in my ear,

“Kimmy when I turn that camera back on, I want you to put on a show for your ***. I want it to look like you have fallen in love with me. You don’t want to feel Geraldo’s whip again, right? And who knows, if you are really good as an actor your *** might put money into that account today and get you out of here by tomorrow.”

He turns me toward him and wraps his arms around me. He then very ceremoniously comes down to kiss me deeply.

Over his shoulder I can see the monitor is back on showing us in this grand embrace.

I had never kissed a man other than my *** and uncles, but I knew he wanted far more of a show than a kiss like that. I wrap my arms up around his neck and kiss him like a boyfriend. I did the best I could. The way I had seen in the movies. His hand came up behind my head and held me in place, firmly. It was only a moment until his tongue separated my lips, and came into my mouth. A strange buzz thing came over me replaced a tendency to choke. I let my mouth relax open, and took him. He drew me even closer and I tightened my arms around him. His tongue went further and I responded with a whimper.

I could tell he was getting very turned on by what we were doing. His face looked strange. He stopped kissing me and moved me back, lifted me, and carried me over to edge of the bed. He sat down and brought me toward him to sit straddling his legs, facing him. My arms returned around his neck. My legs were spread widely on either side of his. He looked into my eyes and smiled. It was so obvious this was what he wanted for the show.

This position was very embarrassing. My bare body was right there in front of him.

I glanced down and a big lump in his pants told me I was doing the right thing. He was enormously turned on. Then, all these new reactions welled up inside me. Wow! All my feelings of embarrassment were gone. I had never been so turned on and I had never known that a man could get so turned on.

I had this Jorhey completely caught up with me. I was a young, blue-eyed teen-aged girl sitting jockey-style, nude on his lap. It was clear this was more than his “professional cool” could handle. Every sign of meanness was gone from his face. He was breathing heavily and staring at my eyes with such passion.

The camera was forgotten. The show for my *** was forgotten. All thoughts that we were putting on a show were gone for both of us. He was overwhelmed with lust and I was as well .

I looked down between us and could see the little piece of pink flesh at the top of my vagina. It was swollen and pink. I was so wet there.

My bare front was so close to him. My breasts were so sensitive and just inches from his face. He hugged me with tenderness and gently kissed each of my nipples. Then he took my left breast completely in his mouth and I shook all over. I had never felt anything like it. It was so gentle, so loving, so unlike what that mean guy had done earlier. I could not help but respond loudly.

My reactions pleased him. He came away from my breast and took hold of both of my puffy nipples with the thumb and forefinger on each hand.

He made his first order…it was so obviously for the show to my ***,

“Move that beautiful smooth, little, cunt closer to me Kimmy.”

He released my left nipples, brought his hands around behind my bottom, and moved me tightly up against his body. It was so obvious that moving me up over his bulge made the suggestive video he wanted but it also really set him off. He began to move me up and down over the big lump in his trousers. Once he had me moving as he wanted, his fingers went back up to my nipples. I spontaneously continued to move as he wanted. My movements over his big lump became faster and faster. I could not stop. What he was doing to my breasts and what I was doing to his erection took me away to some breathtaking new world. I was completely captivated by our response to one another.

This all ended when he took hold of my upper arms and lifted me. His big erection was obvious. His pants were wet where I had been locked to him. He looked down at the dampness, then gave me a strange smile and a hug.

He got to his feet and crossed to the bag he had left by the table. He brought a wide, thick, gold neck band out of the bag. He came behind me to place it around my neck and locked it in place using a special tool that went back in the bag.

The neck collar was enormous, so wide it came clear up under my chin and it was thick enough to be very heavy. He snapped one end of a gold chain to one of several rings on the collar. The other end of the chain was locked to a ring in the center of the concrete floor. I could tell the chain was long enough I could reach the bed, the table, the small bathroom; but nothing else.

Jorhey led me to the edge of the bed. Signaled for me to sit down. He reached down and closed my sarong a little bit, touched me on the shoulder, turned, walked across the room, and was gone out the big oak door.

I sat very still for a moment trying to calm down. I was shaking with new desires I did not understand. A good feeling came over me. This guy really liked me. That was some measure of comfort. I had a friend in this whole mess.

Finally, I got up and went to the bathroom. My chain proved to be long enough. I was surprised by a little kit he had put by the sink. It contained all the things I was going to need.

I used the toilet and then took a long warm shower. This was ok. It felt good to be clean

Back in the room, I laid down on the bed and just as I turned onto my back, the monitor came on with a video of my mother. I wish it hadn’t.




The video showing on the monitor had obviously put together to convince my *** that we were in terrible danger and he should get going with the money he owed these thugs.

The video started shortly after we arrived here. It started as two rough looking Vaqueros led my mother by the elbows from the limo across the compound into an adobe room about like this mine.

She resisted all the way, kicking and screaming.

Geraldo followed behind as the two very rough Mexicans pulled mother along. They led mother into the room where one guy pinned mother to the bed while the other put a big steel collar around her neck and locked it in place with the strange looking tool. He then pulled out an enormous steel chain which was used to connect her collar to a big metal ring in the middle of the concrete floor.

Tight steel bands were then put just above her elbows and they were connected behind her back with a short chain such that she could not bring her arms and hands in front of her.

Finished, they stepped back leaving her struggle on the bed, trying to stand up. The chain that bound her to the ring in the floor was very thick and heavy. Without being able to bring her hands in front to help, she struggled against the weight of the chain to lift it and get to her feet. She finally was able to turn over on to her tummy and squirm to the edge of the bed where she could, first sit and then stand. Once standing the heavy chain to the floor kept her from moving more than three feet from the bed in a semi-circle.

She continued to scream and yell bad stuff at the three of them. Geraldo said something and nodded. The two thugs came at her from front and back. They took turns holding her and cutting away her clothing. Everything; summer dress, bra and panties all were cut to shreds and thrown in the corner. In a few minutes she was nude charging around to the limit of the chain, screaming every obscenity imaginable.

Geraldo watched mother struggle, with a smirk on his face. He was getting quite a kick out of her pulling in all directions and screaming at him. All of a sudden he turned to two of his henchmen and ordered them to put a longer chain on her. This they did quickly letting her move around the room in a much bigger circle. He then had mother held in place by one of the thugs using the chain behind her back. The thug then pulled her back against his raised knee which exaggerated her breasts outward. With her in this position Geraldo walked over in front of here with two very large clamps and snapped one onto each of her nipples.

Mother screamed and began a tortured dance in all directions responding to the pain and attempting to shake the clamps from her nipples. Mariachi music came on loudly and for several minutes she swung on all directions attempting to bring her hands forward and release the painful clamps.

Geraldo looked up to the video camera with a smirk, and shouted loudly over mother’s screaming,

“Well, there you are “daddy”. You can watch your wife dance for us. A little attention to those tender nipples and watch what she does. Love those moves she has. Now, get your fucking money moving…we got so many more effective ways to make her dance like a wild woman.”

At that point Geraldo walked toward her and without a word he drew his riding whip and struck her on the left thigh exactly where he had hit me. She screamed at him and tried to get away, but she was yanked back by her neck collar and bent downward toward the ring in the floor.

Mother finally got over to the bed and fell on her hands and knees as she painfully rubbed the nipple clamps off on the edge of the bed.

Geraldo stood there sneering. He could not have looked meaner and more detestable.

I could hear him distinctly on the monitor even though mother was wailing from the pain in her leg.

“Bitch, stand up and shut the fuck up…you are going to put on this show for your fucked up hubby. Right now, I want you to come over here and give me one hell of a big kiss and beg me to treat you good.”

Her large bare breasts were bouncing about as she tried to back away from him and pull out the chain. He hesitated for a while, watching her struggle. Finally, he moved up close to her and repeated,

“I want a big kiss, babe. Show your hubby what a slut you have become.”

“Come on. Give me one for your hubby. Maybe when he sees how turned on, we have you, he will get that money moving.”

She glared at him and screamed “fuck you” as loud as she could. He stepped to one side and struck her on the bottom with the whip so hard I could hear the “crack” on the monitor. She screamed at him and glared wildly, but she finally seemed to come to her senses.

She stopped pulling on the chain and stepped forward so she could stand up straight. She froze in position with her lips indicating her compliance. He stepped forward to kiss her and as he did, she bit him. I mean she bit him mercilessly.

His hand went to his mouth as blood came out between his fingers. He stepped aside and struck her on the bottom with the whip as hard as he could. His bloody hand went back to his mouth and then he struck her again and again.

He and the others left the room leaving my mother standing there, nude; wailing and screaming. She danced around the small circle, shrieking in pain. Her arms were pinned back such that she couldn’t even touch the big blue welts rising rapidly on her pretty bottom.

Finally, she sat down on the floor. The cold concrete must have helped. She quieted down and sat there with her new welts against the concrete. She looked so angry and scared.

Four Vaqueros came into her room. Two were pulling a small forge with a roaring inferno inside and a metal handle sticking out the small door.

It all went quickly. Geraldo stepped up to her and showed her his swollen lip. He said a couple things I couldn’t hear over the monitor. Three of them grabbed her and pulled her away until the chain bent her forward with her bottom in the air as she fell to the floor on her tummy. One grabbed her bound arms and brought them up her back. The others sat on her legs. She was in this perfect position as the remaining thug pulled a large, thick, cattle branding iron from the fire. It was smoking and glowing white-hot as he planted it on the right side of her bottom.

She screamed a scream like I had never heard.

They held her in place with the branding iron against her as long as it was hot enough to cook her. When they were finished they released her. She crawled violently around on the floor screaming and yelling. Finally, she was able to get to her feet where she began to dance wildly from the pain. She struggled and screamed like I will never forget.

A thug pushed a big block of ice into the room and Geraldo turned her to sit on it. With that, they collected their stuff and simply walked out of the room pulling the forge; leaving her helpless. She was branded for life. A big circle with a “G” would forever be on the right side of her beautiful bottom. I could see it swelling and turning black as she struggled about on the ice.

After a while, her waling and screaming started to quiet a little, the monitor in my room went blank, and I was alone in the dark.

I settled into bed. I was very scared and distraught. This was terrible. *** had put us in such a dangerous situation. I was dead tired. I struggled with my terrors for a while, but there was nothing I could do. As I started to go to sleep as a strong conviction over took me.

I would do anything these thugs wanted…and I would do it as quickly as I could. No way, I would cause them to treat me like they had just treated my mother.

I was disappointed that my mother had not recognized the helplessness of her situation right away, and cooperated with these criminals much quicker. It would have saved her a lot of pain.




I was awakened from the deepest sleep by three loud bangs on the oak door. I untangled myself from the chain that had wrapped around me during the night and got to the edge of the bed just as the door opened and a Mexican thug walked into my room with some clothes over his arm and a breakfast tray.

I stood, straighten and tied my sarong, and thanked him as sincerely as I could. I wanted no enemies after what I saw on the monitor last night.

As I thanked him, he was leaving. My remark caused him to stop. With a strange smile he turned and came over to help me with the chain as I crossed the room to the table. As I sat down, he kissed me on the cheek and then departed out the big door. It was a kind gestures, one of very few since I was here.

On the table was a large cold fruit drink. I drank half of it. It tasted good. There was again two tasty burritos. I ate them quickly.

The monitor was showing a continued commercial loop advertising the resort and casino. I paid no attention to it as I was hungry and the food was good. But half way through my breakfast the monitor changed to another program they had obviously put together for my ***. It caught my attention immediately.

It was like a status report. First, it showed my mother nude in bed. She was tied spread-eagle on her tummy with her branded bottom elevated by pillows. The camera zoomed up close to show her branding and then followed the heavy metal chain from her huge neck ring over the edge of the bed, to the big ring in the floor. It showed how securely she was chained.

Then the camera changed to show me here at the table sitting with my very attractive gold neck band. It followed my much thinner and longer gold chain over to the floor ring. It then showed a picture of the clothing placed on the corner of the bed for me. The views made it so obvious how much better I was being treated.

The video closed with a financial spread-sheet showing “Bender LLC.” off-shore account. The account still had a negative balance of $187,500. The financial message was clear. My *** had done nothing to get us out of this horrible mess.

That spread-sheet was still showing on the monitor as I finished breakfast and moved to the bathroom. My gold chain was quite light. I found I could move around and even get into the small shower without a problem. The warm water felt good. I showered carefully and washed my hair with some nice smelling shampoo they had provided.

There were two big fluffy towels. I wrapped one around my body and the other around my damp hair.

I came out into the main room to find Jorhey sitting at the table waiting. He was dressed in a smart western outfit with very fancy boots. He was smiling broadly as I walk in from the little bathroom.

He got up, came directly over to me, held me in his arms and whispered very quietly,

“Kimmy, good morning. I have turned the monitor off so we can talk privately. There are things I want you to know.

First, I really want to get you and your mother out of here and on your way home. I want to avoid a lot of discomfort for you and your mother and get things going fast. Your *** needs to start moving money into that account, fast. These guys are very cruel men. They want the money your *** owes the casino, they want it quickly, and they will get it.”

He looked up and down my towel clad body and smiled strangely,

“Don’t get me wrong. You are so cute, I would love to keep you right here as my conjenita, but what they have planned isn’t that. If they don’t get the money it isn’t pretty.

Right now, I want to try something. When I turn that camera back on, I want you to put on a show for your ***. I want you to convince him that you are falling in love with me, a Mexican. He has a lot of prejudice; it might be just the thing to convince him to get you and your mother out of here. I want you to make it look like you spent the night with me and you loved it.

I want you to convince that asshole that you are falling in love with me. Your vulnerability may be enough to get money moving and get you and your mother on your way home without any more pain for anybody.”

He looks down at me lovingly and up to the monitor in the corner. The show was about to begin and I was the star actor. Jorhey was fully dressed and I was nude under a towel as the camera came on.



MY MATURITY



I kept remembering how it was for my mother on that video yesterday and how much better it has gone for me. I would do anything to avoid being treated like she was treated.

Jorhey had walked over and used the remote on the table to turn on video system. Everything I did was now being recorded and streamed to my *** up in Wisconsin.

A conviction came over me. Jorhey would get his show. I was fifteen not a child. I knew what it was all about. I would much rather cooperate with him, avoid what they did to my mother, and try to convince my *** to pay the money and get us out of here.

I walked over to him, took his hand, and led him to the side of the bed where I gently pushed him backward to sit on the edge closest to the camera. I let my towel fall to the floor. I was nude. I looked directly up into his eyes and went down onto my knees between his legs.

He was stunned by what I was doing. A very large bump quickly grew in his pants. It was clear that he was surprised and pleased to learn I was not going to act like a little girl and that I would do what he wanted.

I would put on a show, but I knew just how far I could go without complications. I was already completely nude so all my clothing defenses were gone, my main defense now would be his long trousers. As long as his pants stay on everything would be alright. So, that became my goal. A good show for *** while making sure Jorhey’s pants stayed on.

I know there was something in my morning juice. It made me feel relaxed and good, but there was something even stronger that had started to come over me while kneeling in this position between his legs. I had such a strange mesmerizing feeling looking up into his excited eyes. This guy was so caught up with me and this put me in the driver’s seat a little, and that control felt good.

Maybe, I could save mother from more torture. I would give him something for the camera. I was euphoric. I was working to save my mother from torture and get us all back to Wisconsin.

My hands were being controlled by someone else as I reached up and released his belt. There was such a big bulge right in front of me. One button undone, one zipper released and his enormous brown penis was standing right there in front of my face.

It was at this point I realized I was into this way over my head. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t touch it. I had never touched a man’s penis. I had never even seen a real one, just pictures. I was overcome with strange new emotions. This penis was right here and it was very big and erect because it wanted me. ME! This was a new, wild territory for me.

He leaned down close to my ear. His hand went to his waist on either side,

“Pull these down and come up on top of me.”

I did what he said. All thoughts of his trousers being my “safety net” were gone.

Jorhey lay back onto the bed and lifted a little. I pulled his pants down and off. I then came up to straddle his legs and move upward until I was sitting with his erect penis caught flat under me. It was pinned down firmly against his body, held in place by my body.

He took hold of my hips and started to move me sliding me up and down along his penis just like I had been sliding on the bulge in his pants yesterday. Only today, it was his flesh against my flesh.

He brought both my hands to his chest. This caused me to sit more upright. His hands then went back to my hips where he encouraged me to move as he wanted. Soon I was completely caught up in what I was doing on him and he let go of me. He relaxed backward and brought both his hands behind his head. The look on his face was a study in possessive satisfaction.

He lay there propped up with a pillow under his head as I continued the sliding movement he wanted. It was then that something started to come over me…a wild desire for what was happening. There was no way I could stop moving on him. I was captured by a wild array of adult feelings inside me. I needed him. I needed this.

I looked up over my shoulder at the monitor and what I saw caused me to gasp.

The monitor showed a very, good-looking Mexican man with a very, young, blond, girl; making passionate love to him. He was on his back, nude from the waist down, with his arms up behind his head, looking up at the camera. While the girl was completely nude, sliding up and down along his very large, brown penis, all of her own accord.

For the first time I was aware that we were moaning together loud enough to be clearly heard on the monitor. I had been too involved to hear these sounds before, but my *** heard them.

I was a young girl with little exposure to boys and sex. I had honestly never gotten to know a boy other than to talk in class or at a sports event. I was sure getting to know one now.

I looked down at Jorhey. His eyes were closed. He was breathing heavily and lifting up against me in rhythm with my movements. After seeing and hearing us on the monitor I was now so aware what we were doing. He was lost beneath me, moving up against me, his hands had come down to my hips; pulling guiding my movements, his moans, only made me want to give him more. To make him happier. I was the boss up here.

I began to slide just a little further up his body with each stroke. I knew exactly where I had to stop, a point where his penis was still held down and could not spring free and get into my vagina. I really could not go any further. I had, had health class. I knew where to stop sliding on his erection But, three or four strokes later I had moved up along him such that his tip was positioned at my entry.

This was all my doing. It was all me. I knew exactly where that entry was. I had put him right there, all on my own. He was so aroused and standing erect now.

Something possessed me. The next stroke I sat up straighter on him and came down more firmly. The end of his penis spread my lips just a little.

What happened then was the wildest thing I think I will ever experience.

It was a feeling that started down in my vagina and came up through my entire body. It was an all-consuming craving for him. Nothing else mattered. I have never wanted anything as much. I sat up even straighter on him which I knew aligned him perfectly. My movements became stronger and stronger. I could tell the end of his beautiful penis was starting to go inside me…harder, harder…it hurt. It hurt wildly. Harder. Now I was slide up and down along him. With my hands on his chest, I had raised up until his glorious penis was lined up perfectly. I would raise up until he was almost out of me and then I would come down onto him. Down as hard as possible…time after time. His hands were no longer behind his head, they had come down to my hips to firmly help me.

Then it happened. I lifted much higher and, together, we drove it into me as far as it would go. It hurt for a moment but one strong thrust together and he was completely in my vagina. My virginity was gone forever. I felt his big, brown, testicles against my bottom and his kinky black pubic hair mix with mine.

Once he was completely buried in my I couldn’t stop driving at him. Over and over, I rode up and down on him. There was no pain, just a splendid feeling. I wanted more and more of him. I wanted this to go on forever. It did.

Somewhile later, I collapsed on him, exhausted. My lips found his neck. Kissing him was so natural. His arms came up around me and together we turned over still locked together.

Everything went quiet. I was flat on my back with him directly on top of me. My arms stayed around his neck; my legs spread widely for him. His penis pulsating deep inside me. Strangely, this position felt comforting, assuring; I was safe.

He started to move on top of me. His arms were so tight around my head and neck. His tongue was deep inside my mouth. He started very slow working up and down, in and out of me. I lay still for a while and then strong cravings took over. I dug my heels into the bed and came up, spread wide, to meet him. I match each of his downward thrusts.

It went on and on.

I knew the monitor was showing everything to my ***. I glance at it. OH MY! I drew my lips away a little and then brushed them up against his neck. I glanced back to the monitor over his shoulder just in time to watch him move into me violently, and deliver. Time after time, his loud retorts could be heard a mile away.

Things changed for me as I moved upward to meet each of his strokes. More and more of his stuff was being delivered deep into my vagina. I cannot describe the sensations. But I remember one overwhelming reaction...I was overcome with a fulfilled feeling. I knew everything that had happened. I knew that my virginity was gone forever. I knew his sperm were swimming up inside my womb trying to make me pregnant. Sex education had been so graphic about all that. I didn’t care. Sex education told me all about my reproductive body, but it told me nothing about the sensations, the wonderful feelings that now controlled my entire body and mind.

I lay underneath him, holding him tightly and not wanting this to end. I did not want to return to the real world with all the problems. I was exhausted but so happy, lost in the satisfaction of this feeling of security.

I started do doze. It was comforting to think that I was doing my part to help get my ****** out of this fix. These thoughts overcame everything else. My arms wrapped up around him and I passed out.

Much later I felt him move. I awoke enough to realize he was still laying on top of me, face to face, very closely. Our arms still wrapped around one another tightly. My legs were spread up around him with my heals brought in against his butt.

I looked up at him. In the dim light he had the most contented expression, he was breathing heavily. His arms were wrapped around me. I felt safe and contented. I slowly moved my right hand down between us to examine. I was very wet and messy. His beautiful thing was still very big and deep in my sex, but it was soft now. He had drained completely.

The monitor was off. My mind seemed to switch off as well. I went sound asleep.








I was awakened by movement and light as Jorhey went out the door. He had been very quiet, just enough disturbance to wake me. I was alone and I instantly missed him.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and waited, trying to clear the cobwebs. I was nude. I was confused. One memory at a time came back to me and Jorhey’s face was in every one of them as I muddled through all that happened yesterday.

I wondered what to do next. I went into the bathroom and looked in a mirror. Maybe it was just my imagination, but, I looked different. I was a woman now. I had, had sex and I mean it was complete sex…wow! I had never thought much about it. My girlfriends talked about it a lot, but I never joined in as I had nothing to say. I had no experience…nothing to add.

But wow! I sure had experience now. This was the major event in my life. This was really something. I never imagined the changes that would come over me after I had sex. Everything changed for me. Mentally and physically, I was a different girl.

My first task was the bathroom. I envisioned how much of his stuff was in my vagina. I sat on the toilet and waited for his semen to come out of me. NO WAY! NOT A BIT! What he had put deep in my body was staying right there. I felt so full down there, but it was there to stay, to rapidly swim around in my vagina, through my cervix and into my womb. I was a woman now.

I showered, fixed my hair into a ponytail, and took a quick mental inventory of things; trying to understand the new me. My life had change more in that bed than everything else in my fifteen years. This whole thing surprised me. I surprised me!

Looking back, he did not force me to have sex with him in any way. He didn’t even suggest it, I did it all. He told me he wanted me to put on show, but that was it. He never suggested or even hinted that I should have intercourse with him. None-the-less, I did, and the whole thing was surprising for him, I am sure.

It was a surprising development for me also and it created a bunch of very confusing emotions. I remembered thinking that as long as his pants stayed on everything would be all right. How was it then that I was the one who took his pants off. All he did was lift up a little, I did everything else. I am sure he was shocked at my willingness to do what I did. He did not think for a moment that I would be so forward, get so turned on. I am sure he thought I was way too young to have sex let alone promote it and lead the way like I did.

Most scary for me is this empty feeling I have right now. I need him here. I need to see his face, to talk to him; to find out what he was thinking after I did all that. Was I mistaken in thinking he really loved me? It sure seemed like I really loved him.

Just what does he think of me now? If we are in love it gives me power, some traction to deal with this horrible mess created by my ***’s gambling. There is so much bad stuff going on with my mother. If I have Jorhey on my side I needed to move fast and play my cards right. Maybe, he can be the key to getting us home.

I saw a neat pile of clothing and things on the table. I made my way across the room pulling my chain along. I was surprised by what was waiting for me; dress, panties, sandals, jewelry. Everything was new and very nice. Made me think of birthday presents for a moment. I slipped the clothing on; white panties, a surprisingly, cute, colorful Mexican skirt and top. In addition, there were neat gold bracelets and large hoop earrings. One by one I put them on.

I went back across the room and into the bathroom. I tried once again to get rid of Jorhey’s semen. No luck what-so-ever. I guess I will be carrying his stuff forever.

A glance in the bathroom mirror told me I looked wonderful in this outfit. I mean, I looked great. I could tell these clothes were new, expensive, and grand; but it was more than just clothes. I had this beautiful glow about me. I was a woman now, and it showed.

I heard movement out in the main room even with the bathroom door closed. When I came out, Jorhey was standing there proudly pointing out a new love seat that had been place against the wall across from the monitor. It as upholstered deeply and it looked so comfortable.

He took my hand and together we sat down side-by-side. We hugged one another again and again. I lay down with my head in his lap, wrapped up in his arms, looking up into his brown face. We kissed again, deeply. It was obvious my being here on his lap inspired him. I rubbed the big bulge that had sprung up in his pants and kissed it. He laughed,

“Where did you learn that little girl?”

He laughed again.

“I just made it up now, sir.” I answered. “What about this couch? Did I earn it yesterday with you.”

I offered with a little bit of disdain.

“Kimmy, we earned this couch together. I get a little credit for that performance, don’t I?” He laughed even louder. His eyes were sparkling as he looked down at me.

“There are other things we can earn together. What would you like most?”

He asked.

I answered quickly,

“My mother…I would like to see my mother.”

I could see and uncomfortable concern cross his face. I back-peddled quickly,

“I would so like to either see her in person or maybe just on the monitor like when I first got here.”

He turned to look away from me, but his arm remained around my shoulders. I took his other hand and brought it over into my lap. We sat in silence for a minute or two. I could just sense that something was really wrong. Jorhey knew something…something he was not comfortable telling me.

Finally, I just blurted out my concern. He looked directly into my eyes and responded,

“Kimmy, please understand this cartel I am born into is a ruthless group of criminals. I cannot stress how wicked they are and what they have done…and will do…to achieve their goals. Your *** owes a lot of money. Your mother is being used to convince your *** beyond doubt that he should quickly pay that money to the account.

Even though my *** runs things, I have very limited power in this group. At best, my *** will sometimes listen to my suggestions, but often my ideas look soft and unworkable. I have fallen in love with you. I think we could convince your *** to do the right thing by just falling in love. He would want you out of here very badly when he realizes you might be in love with a Mexican.

But, the cartel thinks things should move quickly.

Right now, my *** is dismayed at how you and I have come together. He is pleased with a couple videos they have made of you and me and streamed up to your ***. But I think you are in second place when it comes to putting pressure on your ***. My *** only allows me to continue with you and keep you out of his other shit with your mother, because he thinks there is some chance, however slight, you might convince your *** to move the money.

If you want, I can show a video loop of the things they have streamed up to Wisconsin thus far using your mother. It will be a series of things that they have done to convince your *** to pay his debt. I have not seen much of it but I know parts will be hard for you to watch. Remember these videos have been put together to shock your ***. I hope he gets smart and pays up. Their methods work. They always do.

Kim, I don’t want to be associated with this video in your mind. I am too much in love with you. I will not be with you when you watch it.

After all that, do you still want to see the video?’

I so needed some contact with my mother. I simply nodded “yes”. I knew it was take-it or leave-it…for right now, it would be the only contact I had. I needed something, I needed to see her, to know what was going on with her.








Jorhey departed a short while later. It grew dark. I finished in the bathroom and together with my chain went to bed.

It was like my every activity was being monitored. I had just reclined back onto the two pillows when the TV monitor came on up in the corner.

There was a series of still photos and short videos of my mother with a male voice describing what they were doing…or going to do…to her.

In the first video two vaqueros were leading her out of the big room and across a dusty courtyard following her viciously biting Geraldo. She was struggling and hoarsely screaming, resisting furiously. They had two lead ropes snapped to her metal collar. Her elbows were bound behind her, her legs were shackled. She stumbled frequently, but she was still fighting them.

A third thug came behind her. He carried a cattle prod. Each time she fought and tried to pull away, he touched her backside with this device…she would scream…look back at him with contempt…and continue to stumble along.

Finally, they arrived in a small dark adobe room. It took the camera a moment to adjust, but finally I could see a rough wooden table just before they laid her out on it on her back. Her elbows were still chained behind her and her legs still shackled. The back of her neck chain was bound tightly to a ring on the table such that she couldn’t move her head.

One nasty looking thug came up behind her head with something that looked like a very big pair of pliers. He grabbed her nose, pulled it upward, and in one stroke, clamped an enormous metal ring through her nostrils. She screamed unmercifully as her body thrashed about on the table, but her head was bound tightly and the big ring was now part of her.

The thug looked down into her face,

“Got to treat you like a wild heifer. You’re going to go where we want now missy. No more tug-o-war with you. One tweak on this nose ring and you will behave just like a bull does when we tug his ring.”

With that, he released her neck and allowed her to thrash freely on top of the table. Time after time, she tried to reach up to the ring, but her elbows being chained behind her back, such that her hands could not come up from her sides. She just screamed and flailed about on the table.

The video picture moved to a close up following her until she started to settle down.

Finally, she moved over to sit up on the edge of the table facing the camera. For the first time I could see that her nose ring was enormous; in one nostril and out the other, hanging down. It apparently blocked her nose enough that she was breathing in gulps through her mouth. There was no blood. Either it was hot enough to cauterize or it went through cartilage.

The video faded and then went to a commercial for the casino. Then an over voice came on,

“Cramer! Right now, your wife sure wishes you had put a little money in that account. Just look at that nose decoration she will be wearing from now on. It is hardened steel and can only be removed with a cutting torch. Cramer, get your fucking money moving into that account. Start paying what you owe us. That is the only way to stop this process with your women.”

A short time later the video changed back to mother. It was some time after the nose ring had been installed. I could see a large sawhorse like assembly in the center of a room. Four thugs waited to mount her along this device on her stomach. She fought like a crazy woman until one of them snapped a short lead to her nose ring. Then she was completely cowed and began to do exactly what they wanted. They strapped her down along the length of the padded beam. Her feet were brought up and bound to pegs on the back legs of the device while her arms were tied down to the front legs. A heavy belt, tight around her waist, brought her branded bare bottom up at one end of the beam while another belt around her neck pulled her down raising her chin over the other end.

When they were finished she was mounted on the sawhorse in and exaggerated jockey position with her bottom and her mouth turned upward at the ends of the padded beam. Her large beautiful breasts now hung on each side of the beam. It made them look enormous.

This video clip ended when a voice came on and simply asked,

“Cramer, this was just one more step with this cute animal. We will convert her to a full hucow soon if you don’t get going. Start moving money into that account. We will look at any little deposit you make as an act of good faith. Even the smallest deposit will cause us to ease up on her treatments and make her life better. But, no deposit and watch how this goes for her, you asshole. No deposits from you and we will fully convert this lovely woman one step after another.”

There was a short break where commercial views of the casino were shown and then the next video came on showing a large room. It had a higher ceiling and several oak doors along three walls with a bigger main entrance door on the forth side. About a dozen vaqueros sat around drinking, smoking big cigars, laughing and talking. They looked like a bunch of dirty thugs; Scary! Pistols, ammunition belts, knives, unshaven, sombreros. It was clear they were half ***** and drinking more while waiting for something. It was party time. Mexican Mariachi music played in the background.

The chatter among the cowboy thugs began to pick up a bit, and the music got louder.

The main door opened and two tugs came through leading my mother like an animal. Both of them had a short lead rope snapped to the metal ring in her nose. She followed submissively, trying to keep some slack in the two lead ropes to her nose.

Once on a riser at the front of the room the two thugs spread apart still holding the lead ropes, like they were leading a dangerous bull. My mother was helpless. They had her completely controlled. She had steel bracelets fitted tightly above each of her elbows, connected behind her back with a short chain, leaving her hands useless at her sides. Heavy steel bands were also still fitted tightly around her ankles and connected by a short heavy steel chain to hobble her. She lurched with each short step.

Once on the riser, one of them ordered her to get on her knees. When she hesitated and screamed at him, the one thug came up behind her and stepped on the chain between her ankles while the two with leads to her nose ring pulled forward enough to make her fall to her knees.

She was nude except for a very sheer, white robe that hid nothing. It did not close over her breasts and it didn’t cover her very sore looking branding.

The size of my mother’s breasts was astounding. It was obvious they were giving her treatments to enlarge them shockingly They were very big to begin with and now with her kneeling there with her arms pinned back, they looked enormous.






It was a big drinking party for about a dozen vaqueros and my mother was the entertainment.

It was evening. It was dark outside when she was brought into the big room. They had put a lot of very colorful makeup on her. Her hair had been brought up on top of her head and held in place by a colorful Mexican head band.

But the most remarkable thing about her was her breasts. They were so very big…actually holding the sarong open in front of her as she knelt in front of the room full of drunks.

All these thugs were having a great time at her expense…toasting her and making very rude comments about how good she looked as they kept her on her knees on a wooden riser. They started getting up with their drinks and staggering up close around her. The two thugs that led her in tightened the leads to her nose ring to hold her in place while another thug attached a chain to the back of her neck band and tightened backward to hold her as well. Her body could move freely, but her head was completely limited. The two lead ropes and the chain were then snubbed tightly to rings on either side and behind her on the edge of the riser. She was absolutely bound in the kneeling position in front of the room.

The ***** cowboys started to go after her. They fondled her ******* breasts, gripping her nipples. Their fingers started to go down to her sex and to her bottom. All the while she did a bizarre dance on her knees trying to get away, but knowing the limit of the leads. She could move her body anyway she wanted to avoid their assault but her head was completely constricted in one place.

Finally, a voice came on the recording. It was a message for my ***.

“Well Cramer, I hope by now you see we mean business. Get our fucking money into that account and spare your wife and ******** a lot more of the sadistic shit these vaqueros will do to them.

No money in the account by morning and your wife will be working as a hucow. Do you know what that is? Well, if you know what a hucow is, you will want to deposit our money fast…if you don’t know, sit back in your easy chair, drink a couple beers and watch what happens to her. You will learn all about the hucow business.

There is real good money in selling her milk. We have been this business for years. Women moving north are desperate. They get stranded her with their kids and will do anything for money. We know how to make you women big producers in a hurry.

We will start by giving your wife enormous injections of Domperidone. The first thing this drug does is enlarge her breasts; making them enormous udders that start to lactate big time. It will be a very uncomfortable process for your woman. First, you will watch us make her udders as big as possible to enhance her milk production. Then you will see her producing for us when her tits are ready.”

The video on the monitor leaped to the next evening when it showed her standing, chained with an open sarong, in front of another big bunch of ***** Mexican. Two very large plastic domes were over her breasts with hand pumps attached to each.

Two big Mexican thugs started to pump and her breasts start to fill the domes. Within moments her breasts were inflating like balloons. She squealed and squirmed as the tremendous suction drew her breasts larger and larger into the domes. These domes were big. Her breasts grew to twice their already enlarged size. For a while, she pulled back and forth on the big chain trying to get away from the sensations created in her breasts, but, finally, her efforts slowed, her wails quieted to moans as the attached domes were filled to capacity and she stood before these criminals with two of the biggest breasts you can imagine.

The monitor went blank.

I looked down over my young body and shuddered. I would do anything to avoid them putting those big plastic domes on my breasts.

Sometime later I was awakened by the light of another video.

Mother was being led by just one man with a short rope snapped to her nose ring. She followed him cooperatively. There was actually slack in the rope, she was keeping up with him willingly. It was evident that the nose ring had broken her will to fight. The heavy metal bands around her ankles, shackled together, by the chain cause her to stagger as she walked and this caused a very large cowbell hung from her neck band to clank loudly.

Her breasts were now enclosed in even larger clear domes. The suction in these domes must have been enormous. Her elbows were still chained behind her back such that she could not bring her hands forward to attempt to remove them.

She was led into a small block building beside the barn. Once in the room the door was shut and she was led, without difficulty, down a ramp and into a deep concrete vat. It was filled with a thick, sticky, looking, white liquid. The big vaquero leading her continued along a wooden walkway beside the vat leading mother by the nose as she sank deeper and deeper into a thick white goo. Once he had submersed to her neck, he stopped and snubbed her lead rope to a ring on the top edge of the vat, leaving her standing up to her chin in the stuff.

The voice over came on,

“Are you watching this, Cramer? This is the next step to convert your woman into a hucow. We will continue to work her over until your money starts hitting that account. Right now, your woman is being dyed absolutely white with a permanent, indelible material. She is being prepared to make videos as a Holstein cow. Holstein are white with broad black markings. She is going to look sexy for the Vaqueros, but rather embarrassing in an airline terminal on her way home to you. Get our money moving, asshole, this stuff is permanent. The black spots will be as well.”

The video fades a bit and then comes back with my mother standing nude in the barn leaning forward with her head in a cow stanchion. It is just one thing after another for her. A vaquero approaches her head with a hand device that looks like a big pair of pliers. She cannot protest. Her elbows are still chained behind her back.

He reaches over to her left ear and in one swift motion he mounts a cattle tag into the cartilage at the top of her ear. She screams at the top of her voice but her scream quickly subsides. The plastic yellow tag is big. It hangs down the side of her face. It provides her number HC112

It is then that I notice her hair has been completely removed. My mother is absolutely bald.

They have dyed her body completely. With the exception of her breasts which are still their natural color, she is brilliant white from head to toe with large splotches of black which have been dyed on her sides making her look like a Holstein cow.

Larger clear domes are attached by vacuum to her breasts drawing them outward, making them even more enormous.

My mother’s plight is terrible. All she can do is stand with the stanchion keeping her in place, or she can slide her neck down the stanchion until she can lay down on a bed of straw, but I feared her enormous udders would make lying in the straw very uncomfortable.

The monitor went back to a casino commercial and I was exhausted enough that I fell asleep.




Days passed. Mother was now their hucow for sure. Nothing had been heard from my ***. No money had arrived. I had given up hope that he would send any. Our lives took on a routine…an ok routine for me, but a dairy cow existence for mother.

It was late in the night some days later when I was awakened by Jorhey. It was like every other night. He silently came in the door, slid across the room and into the bed beside me. He had a very large erection. Which told me everything.

I so needed this guy and it was so evident he needed me as badly. This was good. He was the only thing that stood between me and the treatment my mother was getting.

I moved over to invite him into the bed and into my arms. I was nude. I had never been given anything to sleep in and besides, I always enjoyed sleeping nude. Jorhey put both his arms around my neck and with a little loving pressure convinced me quickly to move down to his waist. I released his belt, unzipped his trousers, and removed everything. His erection was outstanding…so beautiful.

It was clear he wanted me to take charge. He lay quietly on his back. I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his beautiful abbs. I climbed on top of him, came up over his erection as I knew he wanted. Three slides of my vagina along his penis with my ******* flesh riding along him and we were both wet and quietly moaning. I slid my vagina down over his penis. He was big and I was very tight but there was no problem. My young vagina had become used to his size. It was such a turn on to watch my body consumed him. He moaned as I took him within me to the limit. In one driving motion I had him right against the entry to my womb. We were lost in one another as we immediately had a small combined reaction.

Then, there was a light in the room. The monitor had come on. It was an exciting interruption as I could now see him beneath me so much better. He, wrapped me in his arms, turned us together, stroked into me four or five times and delivered massively into my body. I shuddered wildly as I climaxed together with him. I was overcome with a feeling of love. Nothing could happen to me; I was this important man’s lover. He would prot….

The monitor changed from a casino commercial to a video of my mother.





MILK MONEY

It started with a voice over,

“Cramer…you dumb shit; hours, days and now weeks have passed with no money in the account. Your wife is perilously close to never being recognizable as a woman again. We need money to cover expenses while she and your ******** wait for you, asshole. Look at what they have done with her. She on her way to becoming a producing hucow for us. We have properly fed and cared for her and she is becoming a fine producer. That keeps her alive and well. There is a lot of money in human milk, one good hucow like your wife can cover the expenses down here, but not enough to repay any of your fucking debts.

Is this what you want, asshole? Get her out of here before this is all she knows and wants”

The video had started. A large vaquero is leading my mother behind him by a short rope to her nose ring. She follows willingly, bent forward with her head hanging down to relieve any possible tension on the rope. Her elbows are still bound behind her, her ankles are shackled with a short chain between two large metal anklets. As she shuffles along, bent forward as she is, her enormous udders swing in front of her with a large cowbell clanking freely between. The cowbells seem to announce that the vaqueros have her ready for the next step.

She is led across a courtyard and into a white concrete building that is obviously a milking parlor. There is not a murmur of discontent from her. No effort to fight or get away. She is broken and completely submissive.

Once in the parlor, she is led up to a milking station. She willingly bends over a set of padded beams and slides her head through a stanchion somewhat like the one they kept her in at the barn. However, this one offers no freedom to move. She is held tightly in position where her udders hang freely down over the padded beam.

There is some metal clanging and a Mexican worker brings over the suction units from a large milking machine. He drops down beside her, wipes her breasts vigorously, and quickly installs the teat cups over her enlarged nipples. He snaps the machine on and her nipples are quickly drawn deep inside. Right away the video shows a strong flow of milk being transferred from her breasts through clear hoses to the storage drum.

He steps behind her and tightens the leather strap around her waist bringing her tightly down on the beam elevating her bottom. Without hesitation, he inserts a small stimulator into her vagina and turns on a switch. The flow of her milk increases as her body responds.

The camera then swings around to capture my mother’s face. It is a picture of contentment…of sensual gratification. Pressure is decreasing in her udders. She is much more comfortable and the stimulation of her vagina is obviously welcomed.

The video went to the casino commercial. Jorhey came over me, entered me again, and sexed me with renewed vigor. It was clear the things being done to my mother stimulated him.

The monitor voice came on just as Jorhey and I had settled down with his erection still draining deep in my vagina.

“Well Cramer how about that shit? Your wife is a happy hucow now, making enough money to keep things just about even for you down here, but don’t think we are going to stop there. We will get all our money. We have one more step with you wife if you continue to hold out on our money. The next step is breeding her and we will be doing that real soon. After we breed her you can watch as her stomach, her udders, and her milk flow all get bigger. Got any guess how we going to knock her up?? Let me assure you it won’t be artificial insemination. She going to start getting it directly from the one of our choice sires.

Gringo, another warning… get that money moving. We don’t give up. Once this hucow is bred we start selling sex with her as well as selling her milk. We know what a horny vaquero will pay to have their way with a willing hucow. It will certainly give us a positive cash flow to pay off your bills.



THE NEXT SCARE

Remember Cramer, at some point we will start your little ******** making money to help your account. She really seems young, but we will take her down the same path to see what she can do for us??

I was shaking all over. This was the first direct threat to me. I hung onto Jorhey. He had heard the same thing. He looked at me with a very concerned expression,

“Kimmy, that is all just hype. I am sure. My *** recognizes that I am in love with you. He is against it of course, but he would not alienate me by doing anything forceful with you. After all he doesn’t know it, but you may be carrying his grandchild!”

Holy shit!!

Along with all the other things to worry about, that realization had not crossed my mind. I still considered myself a young girl, but what he said brought up a real possibility. I had not had my first period, but I had, had some spotting a couple weeks ago and I thought that might be the first one.

Jorhey and I had been making love every day, since the first day I was here. Now I was really scared. One thing on top of another. But I was exhausted. His warm arms were all the comfort I needed.

We slept through the night. Early in the morning I awoke. Jorhey was breathing heavily and wrapped tightly in my arms. I held him softly. I didn’t want to wake him…I didn’t want the world to start. Then as I lay there I realized his weight was against me tightly and it was causing a strange full sensation in my breasts. My sex education class came vividly to mind. I lay there warm in his arms as I mentally leafed through those scary pages on pregnancy. Sensitivity in the breasts was a possible early sign of pregnancy. Then, laying there I realized I also had a touch of morning nausea. Two classic early indications that Jorhey might be right. At this young age I might have his Mexican baby already growing inside me.

Scared, so scared, I froze and held him tightly. He slept soundly wrapped together with what I was now convinced was his young pregnant mistress.



HC112 DEVELOPMENT



Day after day passed and we continued this routine. My room received more and more nice things for me to enjoy, furniture, paint, food and other provisions. Each day it seemed I was given another Mexican outfit to wear. They were all beautiful, but very revealing. Jorhey was so obviously in love with me. He delighted seeing me wear the revealing things he had delivered and was just a little disappointed when if one of the outfits did not make me look the way he wanted.

It was probably my imagination, but I seemed to be more pregnant every day. Nothing was said, but my breasts seemed bigger and much more noticeable. Each morning I woke in Jorhey’s arms with just a little nausea. These two symptoms were not too bothersome so over the days I got used to them.

Jorhey and I would frequently watch when mother was taken to the milking parlor. She went three times each day; early morning, noon, and evening. Early morning and noon were just lengthy milking sessions, but evening milking was a commercial show. Vaqueros paid to watch from a small white bleacher as she was brought in and milked in front of them. Jorhey said nothing about what was going on with mother, but I knew something additional was going to happen to her…there was one last step they keep promising if my *** did not come up with their money.

Then one evening a very disturbing element was added to my mother’s milking routine. I was certain it was the last step they kept talking about…their last effort to use her to get my *** moving. A gathering of more than thirty Vaqueros had arrived to party and watch her being milked. This was a larger crowd than normal. That alone told me that something new had been added.

Mother, as usual now, followed submissively as she was led across the common area and into the arena. She was completely subdued, bent forward, with her overfilled udders swinging back and forth with each step; her ever present cowbell clanking between. The milking station was ready for her. Mother was led up to it. The vaquero motioned for her to mount the beams, which she did immediately; leaving her overfilled udders hanging freely between the padded supports. It was clear, her udders were uncomfortable, she needed the milking. Her head went willingly into the stanchion. The vaquero closed it around her neck and then moved back to tighten the belt around her waist which elevated her bottom ready for the stimulator probe.

At this point a voice came on speaking to ***,

“Well Cramer, you dumb shit, this is the final step with your gorgeous wife. You should have gotten your money into our bank long ago and avoided this. Let me introduce you to Carlos. I want you to watch his strut.”

With that a video came on of an enormous Mexican vaquero who had been walking proudly behind my mother as she was led across the compound to the arena. He looked clean, and rather handsome, but his size was the outstanding thing I remembered. He was enormous in every dimension. I don’t think I have ever seen a bigger man.

The voice continued,

“When it comes to breeding a hucow we are very scientific. We don’t waste time and money breeding a hucow with a top-notch sire unless she is ready. Tonight, is the night for Hucow HC112. We watch vitals. She is ovulating and ready. Carlos has been selected to breed HC112. He will knock her up right here in front of your sorry ass. Her managed gestation will add a hucalf to our herd while we drive her milk production on up.

Cramer, you inconsiderate asshole, enjoy this. This is the last you will see of HC112 in this condition. Just watch her happy face as she takes it.”

With that the video shows only HU112’s face. She is being milked. I can hear the milking machine powerfully suckling her teats. Her expression is pure contentment…eyes half shut…she has long ago realized the comfort of being milked. With the size of her udders, regular milking is essential. Her white face has taken on a mesmerized, almost hypnotized, expression. She is murmuring contentedly as the milker works.

Then it happens. Her eyes shoot wide open…as big a saucers, as she is startled into reality. She utters a series of loud moans that can be heard throughout the room. Her white bald head springs up and she begins to bob up and down to the limit of the stanchion.

I knew what was happening. Sure enough, the camera angle swings around behind her to confirm that Carlos has driven his penis into her vagina. He is enormous and he took her in one thrust. He is now completely inside her with his enormous testicles against her bottom.

The camera then starts a slide show…Carlos fucking her; her udders being pumped; and her milk flowing in the clear pipe to the tank on the machine; and her face as she moans with wide eyed confusion.

Carlos continues to work her energetically. Then, after several minutes the view fades back to the casino commercial and the voice came on,

“Cramer, that was our last step with your wife. You will not see her again for quite a while. Maybe months. You probably won’t recognize her when you do. She is going to be a milk producer here from now on, paying your bills.

From now she will be over on the farm and we will concentrate on little Kimmy here at the compound. Watch how it goes with her. We are going to give you a little while. We don’t want to fuck her up until you have another chance to come across with our money. Now you know how we work down here. HU112 stays here from now on, but at this point we can still send this little one home untouched if you move our money into that bank account quickly. Get to it asshole. Otherwise, we start with this little cute one real soon.



PUTA

Four weeks passed with still no contact from my ***. Mother seemed to have adjusted to her new role as HC112. She had too, they gave her no option.

HC112 was kept full time in the dairy barn. She was in her stanchion in the barn at all times except when she was led out two time during the day for a full milking, and once each evening for her milking/show. There had not been a murmur of protest from her since the day she was bred. I was sure their calculations were accurate, Carlos got her. She was now expecting and her milk flow had increased to what was described as record production. Income from HC112 now exceed our expenses and I could notice positive results for both of us. She was treated better, fed better and encouraged to rest a lot. And to top it off, with milk production like this, a little money was actually going into pay down ***’s gambling account.

HC112 was about a month along with her breeding when, they began selling rights to “stimulate” her. It had been verified by the vet doctor she was pregnant. That only added to her appeal for the range cowboys who would line up to pay and be part of the show. This was more money for the “gambling account”.

My life had settled down and I was provided anything I needed. At times, I thought that Jorhey lived with me. He came to me each evening and we had mad passionate love before falling asleep in one another’s arms. We woke together early each morning and loved again before rising for the day. Often in the late morning he would show up for “lunch” as well.

Physically, I felt great. Whatever little thing that was bothering me before was gone. I no longer had any nausea, or whatever, in the mornings. The food was good and I was gaining a little weight, particularly in my tummy. My breasts were getting bigger and definitely a bit tender, but that did not bother me at all.

I was convinced my cute tummy was a Jorhey baby bump. I was pregnant, but I had to realize that, that also was…ok. If I was pregnant it was Jorhey’s baby and that could only help with my situation here. It was protection. No one would harm me if I was carrying Jorhey’s baby, and even more importantly, El Chema’s grandchild. I was safe.




It was very early in the morning. I was sound asleep, when three vaqueros burst into my room. They threw some clothes on the table and told me I had five minutes to use the bathroom and get dressed. Each of them had a whip. I moved fast.

After a trip to the bathroom, I went to the table to get the clothes. The three Mexicans were still standing waiting for me. I remember being surprised that being nude in front of these male strangers no longer bothered me. I dressed. Also, I was so surprised to learn they had brought my original summer dress, panties and sandals. Was I going home?

The one who seemed to be the leader gave me a glass of juice and told me to drink it. I knew it had something in it. The last thing I remember is a velvet dark bag over my head and my being powerless to fight as they snugged a tie from the bag around my neck. My last thought was of Jorhey. It was so unusual; I had not seen him this morning. He was gone from the bed when they awakened me.

I could feel the drugs in the drink taking me down, unconscious, in some dark dream world.

Sometime later I awoke, very groggy at first, but as things began to clear I realized I was in the back of a big black SUV. I was belted into a seat in the second row. They had tied my wrists together in my lap with leather straps looped through a leather belt they had put around me; and my feet were tied together with leather straps that were looped through the seat belt bracket in front of me.

I was so groggy, but I remember glancing out the window several times to see just desert…more and more desert. It had to be several hours. I was riding until late in the afternoon when the sun had set and it was getting dark.

I could see blue, grey mountains in the distance when they pulled the SUV into a large compound somewhat like the one I had been in for the last several weeks.

I glanced down over my body. They had me belted into the seat very tightly. This very thin summer dress was drawn around under the belt and it showed everything. This caused me to really look at myself. My tummy and my breasts looked so big in this position. In my groggy state, I now realized, my tummy and my breasts were big.

Hours passed. I do not know how many as I was groggy to the point of being unconscious.