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Chapter 5

Once the other two gang members had gone Salvador turned his attention to Nancy Taggart, who was still standing half-naked in the center of the filthy room, nervously clutching around her curvaceous body what little remained of her bra and slip and the unbuttoned bodice of her dress. Still unnerved by the encounter with his younger brother, Salvador scarcely looked at the reporter's wife, whose recent naked trembling was sharply etched in his brain, but he knew who she was and who her husband was.

"You can put your clothes on behind that wall over there," he said, nodding in the direction of the other end of the room where a wall had been opened up into the next room.

Rick Taggart's young wife was still in a state of near-shock from her lewd manhandling by Bernardo and Chico, and was grateful for the opportunity to retreat for a few moments before confronting yet another ominous member of the Morros gang. Gathering up her limp pair of white nylon panties from the floor where they had been flung in her struggles with Salvador's younger brother and the other Morros, she made her way unsteadily into the hole in the wall and into the other room to repair her ravaged appearance and jumbled thoughts.

Her heart pounded fearfully at the knowledge that she was now in the presence of Salvador Mendosa, whose exploits in the world of street gangs were widely known throughout the city. What had she gotten herself into, she thought, as she dressed herself in her battered clothes. She was right in the middle of a potentially dangerous situation, and her only desire was to get out as quickly as possible.

Growing up in a secluded section of the East where, as far as she knew, life was still lived in the relatively honest spirit that she had always enjoyed, the young blonde had never fully grasped the reality of a life where joining a street gang was the only hope of survival. In her world, the existence of a gang like the Morros was a product of the imagination only, the subject for best-selling novels and movies, but never actually a force that she herself would have to contend with. But her encounter with Bernardo and Chico brought home to her the relentless brutality of life on the streets of the ghetto.

These men would stop at nothing, she realized, to protect themselves.

Perhaps Rick Taggart was wrong to try to expose them and destroy them.

Already he was in jail, and she had been saved from a brutal rape by two hoodlums only by the unexpected intervention of the Morros gang leader himself, and she had no idea what fate awaited her when she went out into the other room. Frightened nearly out of her wits, the abused young reporter's wife's only thoughts centered on removing herself and her husband from danger.

"Now, what the hell are you doing down here on Morros turf?" Salvador asked her when she finally climbed back through the hole in the wall separating the two rooms. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He was going to really make her squirm.

"My name is Nancy Taggart," the beautiful blonde replied in a trembling voice. "My husband is Rick Taggart, the reporter who's supposed to write a series of articles about you and about your gang the Morros and about street gangs in general."

Salvador, leaning up against a wall, laughed shortly at her words.

"From what I read in his own newspaper, your husband's gonna be too busy writing articles about himself to have any time to write articles about the Morros. Selling grass to high school students – still a serious crime in this state," he informed her, looking very serious.

Nancy fought down an angry reply. She had to tread carefully now, and she knew it instinctively.

"My husband has never even smoked any marijuana, let alone sold it to anyone, kids included," she replied vehemently. "The day he was arrested, a Spanish girl came to our house saying she had something to tell Rick for his newspaper article. I went into the kitchen to get her a cup of coffee because she was crying, and when I came back she was gone. That afternoon the cops got an anonymous phone call saying that Rick was selling grass. They came over to the house and found all that marijuana. It must have been planted by that Spanish girl."

"That still doesn't explain what you are doing in Morros territory,"

Salvador said noncommittally, although he listened to her story with interest. "I mean, lady, this is a dangerous neighborhood for a gringa to walk into alone."

"I know, but I had to," Nancy continued. "I had to find that girl, I had to clear my husband's name. I saw her on the street a few minutes after I got here and followed her. I was pretty sure she came into this house. When I asked about her, your brother and that other Morro brought me in here. And that's all I know."

"What did the girl look like?" Salvador asked casually.

Nancy again described Maria's appearance, but the gang leader already knew who the young Spanish girl was, because after all, he had sent her to the Taggart house in the first place. Pretty soon she was going to be out on the streets to support her habit, like a lot of other girls in the neighborhood. So it was Maria who'd done him the favor of getting Taggart off their backs. She had done it for enough money to buy herself a fix for a week.

"So you followed her into a cruddy old building in this neighborhood knowing the risk you were taking?"

"Well," Nancy replied, choosing her words carefully, "I wasn't thinking of risk at the time. The most important thing on my mind was finding that girl and clearing my husband."

Salvador smiled indulgently. "Yeah, but look what happened to you because you weren't thinking about what you were doing. It was damn lucky for you I came along. But the fact is, Mrs. Taggart, I don't know nothing about any girl like you described. That description fits most of the women on our turf. Anyway, we have nothing against your husband.

I mean, he's just doing his job, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's right," Nancy answered, after looking at the Morros leader for a moment. She had no real reason to trust his word, but something about the way he swore his innocence impressed her. In fact, her whole impression of Salvador Mendosa, the supposedly dangerous leader of the Morros was rapidly becoming very different from what she had expected from her husband's descriptions of him.

"Well, then, who planted the grass on him?"

"Well, even a reporter's wife doesn't know all of the stories he is working on. Maybe somebody else had something to hide that he was finding out about and this was their way of getting him out of the way."

The powerfully built Morros leader was beginning to enjoy the little game he was playing with Rick Taggart's naive young wife. Surveying her calmly from beneath his heavy eyelids, he couldn't help noticing that Nancy was exceptionally beautiful, with a face and figure that looked as if they were made for fucking. I wouldn't mind throwing a fuck into her, he found himself thinking as his eyes wandered over her wavy blonde hair and the huge, softly swelling contours of her tits. A button had ripped off the front of her dress and in the space it left, he could see the tantalizing shadow of her cleavage, a deep canyon between the soft mounds of her hugely billowing tits.

He remembered, too, with a sudden rush of keenly felt sexual excitement, the image of this voluptuous blonde girl as she had been when he first entered the derelict room, her lush body nearly naked, her long white legs wide apart to receive the throbbing length of his younger brother's pulsing cock. She'd been scared, yes, but also flushed with desire for it. Christ, a kid like Bernardo wouldn't even know what to do with a body like that, Salvador thought. This chica oughta be laid by a real man, not some relatively inexperienced little man like his younger brother or her own husband. She'd probably never really been turned on in her life. An idea began to form in Salvador's scheming brain, a scurrilous idea whose moral aspects he didn't even bother to question.

"Of course," he said, moving away from the wall and walking casually around the garbage cluttered room, "there's no reason why we can't help each other out, is there?"

"What do you mean?" Nancy asked.

"Well," he paused, standing behind her, "I got a lot of connections in this neighborhood, you know. It's possible, just possible that I might be able to get some information about this Maria you need to talk to."

Nancy turned to face him, looking up at him with eyes wide with disbelief and sudden hope. "Oh, do you think you could? You don't know how grateful I'd be if I thought that you could help me clear my husband."

"Just how grateful would you be?"

"What do you mean?"

"One good turn deserves another, doesn't it? What would I get out of finding this chica and making her talk to the cops?"

Puzzled, Nancy tried to interpret what he was asking her. "I… I don't have much influence over what my husband chooses to write about in his newspaper articles, if that's what you mean," she began, but Salvador cut her off in mid-sentence.

"I don't care what he writes about," he replied curtly.

"Then what do you want?" Nancy asked in the tense silence that followed.

In answer, Salvador let his eyes rove slowly over her ripe young body, while his tongue licked slowly over his narrow lips. The full meaning of his gesture washed over Nancy in long waves, causing her to blush to the roots of her hair. He was offering to help Rick if… if she would let him fuck her pussy, she realized in horror, her whole body rippling with shame as she remembered the way she must have looked when he came in. She had been rescued from Bernardo and Chico only to be brutalized once more, this time by the leader of the Morros gang himself.

"I think… I think I'd rather try and find her on my own," she replied softly, still blushing with shame. "That is, if I have any choice."

"Suit yourself," Salvador replied. "It's your husband who'll be in jail for the next few years. Maybe you'll like that."

"Not if the police find that girl Maria," Nancy retorted desperately.

"Once they prove she left those things at the house, they'll have to let Rick go."

"I got a feeling that when you find Maria, if you do, she's gonna have five people ready to swear she was praying in Church that day,"

Salvador answered, smiling tauntingly at the naive young reporter's wife.

Something in his eyes made Nancy shiver inwardly with fear. Her earlier trust of the Morros gang leader faded as she realized the unspoken implications of what he was saying. If he could get Rick off, he could also provide an alibi for Maria. Perhaps he already had. He was silently telling her that he and his gang had already won, and threatening that if she didn't cooperate, things would only get worse.

Rick Taggart's life would be ruined, and he would spend the next five years in prison besides, unless she gave in to the obscene demands of Salvador Mendosa.

Salvador watched with interest as her face reflected the inner conflict she felt. Finally, she bowed her head in defeat.

"What do I have to do?" she asked softly, in a shame-ridden voice.

"Why don't you start by taking your clothes off, and we'll pick up where you and Bernardo left off."

Burning with shame, Nancy began to do as she was told. What does it matter, she thought numbly as she unbuttoned her dress. Deep in her heart she felt she was no better than a whore, anyway, for having responded so shamelessly to this man's brother's caresses. Why, she would have enjoyed being raped by the young hoodlum, enjoyed it! She was a whore! Why not act like one? At least she was selling her body for a good cause. And maybe, she thought bitterly, maybe it'll even be fun. I love to be fucked by my husband, why not by other men as well?

They all have cocks and I have a cunt. And I don't have any trouble getting excited, oh no!

Salvador watched with mounting lust as her dress fell in a heap around her ankles. He had retreated back to the wall he had leaned against before where he had a perfect view of the voluptuous blonde disrobing in the center of the room.

His thick cock increased its hungry pounding within his tight, wellwashed blue jeans as her tantalizing body was revealed bit by bit to his gaze. First thing off was her dress, which left her hugely ballooning tits totally naked, since she had been unable to refasten her bra after Bernardo had sliced through the shoulder straps with his switchblade. Salvador felt as though he could cum in his pants right there at the first sight of those satin-smooth mounds of her tits tipped with darkly quivering points of blushing coral.

He watched with mounting excitement as she stepped out of her slip, then kicked off her shoes. All these tasks she performed mechanically, as though she were superior to them, and every angle of her body communicated to the burly street-gang leader her hate and contempt for what he was forcing her to do. That's, okay, he thought to himself.

It'll make it all the better when she finally starts wriggling like a bitch in heat after I shove my cock up her tight pink pussy! I like women with fire in them.

"Wait a minute," he commanded as the young reporter's wife slipped her slender fingers inside the tight elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and began lowering them over the inviting swell of her hips.

"Come over here."

Pushing back away from the wall, Salvador motioned for her to stand between him and the wall. Shaking with anger and fear, Nancy walked over and stood in front of him, refusing to meet the thug's eyes.

After gazing lasciviously at the softly trembling plane of her belly through the flimsy panty material, Salvador grasped her lushly flaring hips and turned her around. First he ran his hands over the surface of her sensuously rounded asscheeks, then he gripped the waist-band of the panties with his thumbs and lowered them slowly over her ass, leaving them bunched in a thin white line around her knees. Forcing himself to restrain the lust which was making his balls ache painfully and his cock swell and jerk impatiently against his thigh, Salvador's fingers slowly explored her moon-shaped asscheeks, his mind seething with wild lustful desires. He'd show the world that Salvador Mendosa was still on top of the heap, no matter what they thought. He was still the leader of the Morros, the most feared and respected gang in all of Miami.

He tried to separate Nancy's asscheeks with his hand, but she clenched them tightly shut against him. Following the line of her nether crease downward, his middle finger found the already slippery hole to her cunt which, aroused but unsatisfied by Bernardo's manual and oral manipulations, had never ceased to secrete a steady flow of hot, welcoming pussy juices. His fingers coated with the musky-smelling fluid, Salvador stood behind her, his face breaking into a sadistic smile. "You don't fool me, bitch," he hissed, twisting his middle finger cruelly upward into her tight little cunthole. "You really want this fucking. You're creaming for it already! Now move into the hall and lean over those stairs."

Nancy could hardly believe her ears as she heard the street-gang leader's obscene command. She had felt totally humiliated before, with Bernardo and Chico, but this, this was too much! To be forced, with her panties like a lewd hobble around her knees, to bend nakedly over some stairs in a deserted house that the Morros gang used as a hideout, while he did as he pleased with her helpless naked body, was the worst degradation to which she had ever been subjected. She was being forced to consent, to do as the lust-corrupted gang member demanded of her own free will. It was horrible! Horrible! But she really had no choice. If she didn't comply, her young reporter-husband would rot in jail for months, even years for something he had not even done. Fighting down tears of shame and humiliation, the subjugated young blonde walked out into the hall with Salvador following close behind her and leaned over the first five steps of the staircase leading up to the landing, her hugely billowing titties crushed against the cold, uneven wood surface.

Unzipping his fly, Salvador withdrew his massive, lust-swollen prick from his pants and positioned it against her wetly gushing pussyhole from behind. "Now, baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't see straight!"

"Do whatever you want," Nancy replied numbly. "I don't care."

"Oh yes, you do," Salvador snarled, running his thickly pulsing shaft harshly up and down the length of her trembling asscrack. "You do want me to fuck you. Maybe you can pull the wool over the eyes of young punks like my brother Bernardo and your old man, but I know women. You want me to fuck you, don't you? Don't you?" Salvador punctuated his last words with a sharp lunge forward that drove the tip of his huge, cunt-stretching cockhead between her cringing pussy lips and just inside the entrance of her cunt, stretching wide the tender flesh at the opening and then rotating lewdly around just inside.

His lewd gesture sent a thunderclap of stinging lust coursing through Nancy's jackknifed body, and her pussy walls contracted hungrily around the gang leader's heavily throbbing prick as though wanting to draw him even farther up inside her.

"Yes," Nancy moaned, weary of trying to subdue her own raging desires.

"Yes, I want it. I want it! I want it!!!" She did want it. Why not admit it? She couldn't fight it any more.

Towering above her like a crazed animal, Salvador licked his lips in triumph. Instinctively he knew what she was going through. This was the moment he enjoyed most, when he finally brought out the whore in a woman. He could do anything with her now, anything! Growling with triumph, he suddenly fell forward over her naked back, his weight smashing the nearly hysterical young reporter's wife's tits even harder against the stairwell steps. His massively pulsating cock fucked deep into her welcoming cunthole, pushing the hot juicy flesh of her pussy in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan from, Salvador's lips, his cum-laden balls smacked heavily into the naked flesh of her smoothly tapered thighs.

"Oh God, oh God!" Nancy cried beneath him, gripping the stairs for support. She had never been so filled with cock in her life. His huge, lust-swollen prick felt like a huge hot log inside her hungry pussy depths. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on its entire bloodengorged length that she couldn't feel.

Gripping the soft flesh of her hips, Salvador steadied himself and then began a slow lewd rocking motion, in and out of her tightly clutching cunt from behind. He hadn't felt as hot in months as he did now, now that his aching cock was firmly embedded deep in the tight pink pussy of his enemy's wife. He felt like a bull, a sexual demon, potent and powerful as he rotated his hugely pulsing staff around inside Nancy's gradually widening cunthole. He'd show this nosy bitch who was boss!

He'd show them all! Salvador Mendosa's eyes glazed with lust and a light sweat broke out on his forehead as he looked down at the nakedly subjugated body bent over before him. His hands made white impressions on her softly jiggling asscheeks as he fucked in and out with his massive prick, slowly at first, then building up speed, until each stroke made a lewd wet sluicing sound as his cock plunged forward and then pulled back again. By bracing himself against the stairs, he found he could press forward against the helpless young girl until his prick rammed against the hard wall of her cervix deep inside her tightly cringing pussyhole, and Taggart's young wife moaned with sensual delirium and pain.

The fucking was hurting her now, he could tell. Her knuckles were white as they gripped the edge of one of the steps and her face was contorted into an agonized grimace with each forward lunge of his brutally pistoning cock. Harshly Salvador fastened his lips on the naked flesh of her milk-white neck and shoulders, biting and sucking hard, and raising little welts on her tender skin, at the same time slowing his pace to a lust-inciting rotating motion punctuated with sudden rough forward strokes that drove deep into Nancy's cunt, setting off skyrockets of mounting sexual hunger in her helplessly pinioned loins.

Every inch of Nancy's naked young body felt tinglingly alive, as though nerve endings she didn't even know existed had suddenly begun sending messages of sharp desire to her brain. Her own sexuality was excited nearly to the point of madness by all the stimulation she had received in the past few hours, and it seemed to be gathering force inside her – the irresistible wild force of nature suddenly unleashed and hurling aside everything in its path. Whatever objections her mind raised, her body wanted this! Needed this harsh brutal fucking with every lusttensed fibre.

Unconsciously, she began to groan in an animal-like way as Salvador continued to fuck his massive cock deep in and out of her now clasping pussy, and they were harsh sounds that seemed to come from some previously locked and bolted part of herself, as she twisted and writhed wantonly backwards onto the expert gang leader's forwardthrusting prick. Her eyes were closed, and she had lost consciousness of everything except the new world of delicious sensation that the Morros leader's heavily throbbing cock opened to her with its every battering stroke.

Forgotten was her husband Rick, forgotten her fear and terror. She was an animal, a lusty, sex-crazed female animal whose existence centered on only one thing: to be filled to the bursting point with an enormous fucking prick. She loved it! She wanted it to go on forever! Nothing mattered except the fire that raged in her hotly trembling loins, consuming her totally as Salvador Mendosa fucked into her like a lustcrazed madman.

Reaching down around her nakedly prostrate form, Salvador began a harsh massage of her sensuously quivering titties, squeezing the soft flesh until Nancy moaned uncontrollably. His entire bulk was stretched out over her back, and he was so tightly pressed against her hot trembling nakedness that it seemed to the aroused young reporter's wife that his body was an extension of hers. Together they formed one heaving, thrashing bulk concentrated on only one thing – the release of the tumultuous, overpowering drive that possessed them both and drove them onward toward a magnificent, mind-shattering cum.

Abandoning any attempt at maintaining her pride and dignity, Nancy arched her body and drove her ass backward against her muscular assailant's loins, grinding her hips and twisting against him in order to receive every millimeter of his deeply fucking shaft. Delirious with unquenched passion, she had no conscious will any longer, only the mute and irresistible desire to fuck, to open, to explode with the passion that filled her trembling body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnngggggghhhhh," she groaned, as deep inside her, she began to feel a totally new and thrilling sensation. It was as though her belly were dissolving in a curiously pain-tinged heat that surged throughout her body in long flooding waves, melting any feelings of shame she had left. She was cumming! Cumming as she never had before, even with Rick! Tears of relief coursed unnoticed down her cheeks as she ground herself backwards against Salvador's ironlike pillar of flesh. All she was aware of was the feeling of release, as though a dam had burst, releasing a flood of physical feeling more intense and enjoyable than anything she had ever felt in her life.

"Oh God, oh God, don't stop, I'm cumming," she moaned as the feeling carried her away. "I'm cuuuuuummmmmmmmmminnnnng!"

Above her, his body stimulated by the obvious changes in the writhing blonde's response, Salvador could feel his own cum approaching, too.

The unbearable force was gathering in his lust-heated balls and spiraling up the length of his furiously plunging cock, gathering momentum with each vicious lunge into Nancy's greedily milking cunthole, and he was there.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" he cried in lustful torment.

A force greater than himself was suddenly unleashed in his throbbing loins, forcing his slippery, creamlike torrent of cum upward, until it jetted forth uncontrollably into the warm, hot recesses of Nancy's hungrily devouring pussy. On and on it came, until the Morros gang leader could only brace himself against his young victim's sweatstreaked body and surrender to the onslaught of his mind-exploding cum, his eyes closed as his scalding cock-juices cascaded into her welcoming cunt depths.

Finally it was over. Nancy felt his prick gradually go limp inside her and slip out, trailing a lewd slippery stream of cum over her naked thighs. Lost in the peace of her brain-emptying cum, she hesitated a moment before pushing herself up from the stairwell and into a standing position.

Her legs were trembling, as though they could hardly support the weight of her body, and she felt tinglingly alive, yet relaxed all over. Not trusting herself to confront her lewd extortionist face to face, she hastily grabbed her clothes and retreated again into the room to dress, without ever looking at Salvador. She almost wanted to thank Salvador Mendosa for the wonderful fucking he had just given her, but knew that that was silly. She would try to stop Rick from writing his article about the gang, however. It seemed only fair, in some way that she didn't fully understand.

She was more than a little startled, therefore, when she went back into the hallway, to find Salvador seated on the stairs smoking a cigarette, a contemptuous look on his stony features as he watched her approach.

It was as though nothing had happened at all, and Nancy stood awkwardly in the center of the hallway not knowing what to say.

"When will you find the girl?" she finally asked when Salvador said nothing.

"Find what girl? I told you before that your description fits almost every single girl in the area. Like finding a needle in a haystack."

Nancy Taggart felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she realized what the gang leader was saying. He wasn't going to help her.

What he had said before had only been said so that she would let him fuck her willingly; he had not meant a word of it. Well, two could play the game. She would get even with this bastard, with all the Morros before this thing was over with. They would be sorry that they had ever tangled with the Taggarts, and with that thought and a contemptuous look at Salvador Mendosa, Nancy picked up her purse and left the house.