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Chapter 7

"Salvador, we've got a problem," Chico's voice at the other end of the line announced to the Morros gang leader. Quickly he told the dark serious Cuban of the afternoon's events, beginning with Nancy's seductive appearance at the deserted house that afternoon, her going inside alone with Bernardo and concluding with the news she had somehow gotten ahold of his home phone and called him up telling him some unwelcome news. She had gotten Bernardo to talk, and she had all the inside dope on the Morros. Her information covered a great deal more than what her husband had found out about, and she would not hesitate to talk to whoever would listen. Under the influence of liquor, Bernardo had apparently talked a lot.

"The puta says she's taking the story to the cops and the newspapers unless someone tells the cops her old man was framed," Chico finished.

"I thought I better tell you right away."

"Where's Bernardo now?"

"She said she left him dead-drunk in the house. If he hasn't come home yet, I guess he's still there."

"Okay, Chico," Salvador said. "Send one of the boys to pick him up and bring him back here. I'll take care of everything else."

"What should I tell that Taggart woman if she calls back?"

Salvador paused a moment before replying. When he answered, his voice was dangerously calm. "Tell her she'll be hearing from me."

He set the phone back in its cradle, his mind beginning to seethe with anger at the news Chico had just given him. That fucking cunt just wouldn't learn, would she? Well, she'd overshot the mark this time, trying to fool with the leader of the Morros gang. The little bitch was gonna regret it, and before the night was over, too.

The first thing Nancy Taggart had done when she reached home was to shower and try to rinse off some of the grime she felt was clinging to her body and soul. Though she knew in her heart that some of it would always remain, it was worth it; getting even with the Morros was worth it. After her bath she had placed a call to Chico, not wanting to talk to Salvador just yet, but wanting him to get her message.

It wasn't until she sat down for dinner an hour later that the enormity of what she had undertaken, forced to the back of her consciousness all day, now began to strike her with its full force. Everything was happening so fast, she didn't quite know how to deal with it. Her mind kept returning to the obscene events of the afternoon, her prolonged fucking with the devilishly handsome and cruel brother of Salvador Mendosa.

Now that her mission of revenge and rescue of her husband was nearly accomplished, she found herself able to dwell on the more sensual aspects of their bizarre encounter. Her body still trembled at the recollection of the young Cuban's thickly pulsing cock fucking in and out of her wide-stretched cunthole. For there was no denying it, she had enjoyed the shameful fucking to which she had submitted. Her body had been so alive since she had met the Morros, including the night of Rick's arrest, when their fucking had been interrupted by the arrival of the police. She had always enjoyed being screwed, but since that night, with all of the fucking she had gotten since, she seemed to need cock even more. She felt like a totally different person now. Yesterday she had gone to visit her husband again, and had been amazed to feel her pussy become slippery with juices as she sat on the opposite side of the screen, with the sheer desire to fuck him! She felt sick with yearning to have him close to her again, to be able to touch him and have him fuck her newly awakened body. It was partly this desire that had stiffened her resolve to go through with her dangerous scheme. It was worth anything to her to get her husband back safe again. Anything!

But at the same time, Nancy was becoming increasingly nervous. She still hadn't heard from the unscrupulous Morros leader, and as the minutes ticked by, she found herself growing more and more aware of how vulnerable she was, alone in the house. Her nearest neighbor was off on a Caribbean cruise for three weeks, so she was actually alone in the middle of nowhere.

Perhaps she was being foolhardy to try to do this on her own. She hadn't wanted to go to the police with what Bernardo had told her both because it would reveal the sordid details of her afternoon-fucking with Bernardo, and because she wasn't sure that the cops would believe her after what Rick was accused of doing. All she wanted was to get the charges against Rick dropped, and then she was going to persuade him not to continue with his series of articles on gang life. They'd move away, go to another town, if they had to, or another state. She'd had enough of a taste of life on the big city streets to last her forever, and that was why she'd decided to try to make a deal with Salvador on her own. Now, however, she was beginning to regret her decision.

Supposing the gang wouldn't believe her? Or beat her up? Or even killed her?

"If I don't hear from Salvador Mendosa in one half-hour," she said aloud, trying to still the rapid beating of her heart and the trembling of her hands, "I'm going to call Rick's editor. He'd know what to do."

She lit a cigarette and turned on the television, trying to distract herself while she waited for the allotted time to pass.

Scarcely ten minutes had gone by when she was startled by the sound of someone knocking on the door. She went cold with fear all over, and for a moment wondered if she should answer it. But whoever it was could hear the television and see the light coming from behind the window curtains. Even if she didn't answer, they probably wouldn't go away.

Padding barefoot to the door, the young reporter's wife called softly,

"Who is it?"

"It's me… Maria," a voice replied on the other side. "I must talk to you."

"What do you want?" Nancy asked, unwilling to be fooled again.

"It's about what you told Chico," the Spanish girl replied. "Salvador's real mad and he's getting the Morros together. I snuck away to warn you. Please, let me in. I don't want to get caught out here if the Morros come."

The urgency of the girl's voice almost convinced Nancy, but still mindful of her previous deceit, she turned on the porch light and put the safety chain on the door before opening it a few inches and peering out into the night to make sure the girl was alone. Her range of vision was limited to a corner of the front porch, filled by the now familiar figure of the curvaceous young brunette, but she appeared to be alone, and so Nancy decided to let her in.

No sooner had she opened the door all the way however, than two male figures pushed their way inside, following right behind Maria. Nancy gasped as she realized that one of them was Chico Ramirez, the man she had called. The other one was unfamiliar. Apparently they had been waiting out of sight in the yard while Maria persuaded her to open the door.

"You tricked me! You tricked me again!" Rick's thunderstruck young wife burst out, turning furiously on the girl who, clad in tight jeans and a T-shirt, was waiting unconcernedly for further instructions. Her only reply to the outraged young wife was a shrug of her shoulders.

"Okay, Maria, find a suitcase and get some of her things packed, and make it fast." It was Chico who spoke, and the dark-haired girl immediately made her way toward Nancy's bedroom. "Now, sweetheart,"

Chico continued, turning his attention to Nancy, "suppose you just be quiet and come along with us, or do we have to get rough?" He advanced toward her, his eyes hard, and Nancy retreated, terrified.

"I… I don't want to come with you," she cried, trying desperately to think of a way to escape.

Suddenly she reeled backward against the wall as Chico slapped her harshly across the face twice. Gripping the front of her bathrobe, he pulled her roughly to her feet again. "Sweetheart," he hissed, "you're gonna look pretty funny without your teeth, which is how you're gonna be if you don't start doing what we tell you to do."

"Okay, okay, I'll do anything you say," the trembling young wife replied, her heart thudding in her chest.

"Good. Now this here is Jose," Chico said. "I want you to do whatever he wants you to do."

The other Morro, who had let Chico handle everything so far, now rose from the couch where he had been watching silently and came over to where Nancy stood trembling. He looked her over coolly, appraisingly, and Rick's young wife felt herself grow red under his penetrating but impersonal stare. Afraid to move, she steeled herself for whatever might come next.

"You and Bernardo were right, Chico. This woman is truly beautiful.

Woman, take off your clothes," he commanded suddenly.

Weeping softly in despair, Nancy complied, shedding her bathrobe and pajamas on the floor, until she stood before him completely naked. Jose reached out and touched her pink-tipped tit with his hand. Nice, very nice, he thought, as his thick cock leapt to life within the confines of his tight Levi's. Stepping back, he took in her lush nakedness with his eyes, the gleaming milk-whiteness of her skin, the deep indentation of her navel between her ripely flaring hips, and the triangular patch of dark gold pussy hairs at the juncture of her long shapely legs.

"Get your coat and some shoes," Jose ordered Nancy.

"What… what are you going to do with me?" the reporter's young wife asked.

Chico smiled. "You're coming to the Morros headquarters," he informed her coolly, almost gently. "You will meet all of the Morros gang personally and show them how sorry you are, that you have caused so much trouble for them."

Nancy's eyes opened wide in horror at his words. She was going to be forced to let the entire gang fuck her. How could they be so cruel? But she knew that they were. "No… no," she pleaded. "I won't do it.

I'll call the police. You can't make me do it. No! Nnnnnnooooo!"

Chico shrugged. "You may not like our gang at first. But after you have got to know them better you will curse the day when you will have them no more."

Nancy went pale at his brutal words, knowing instinctively that he meant every one of them. Inwardly she cursed herself for having left herself open to this trap. She never should have tried to deal with the ruthless street-gang leader who for all of his ignorance in a civilized way of life, could outsmart most men on his own turf. Now she had no choice but to go with these horrible hoodlums and hope that somehow, some way, she would find a means of escape.

"I'll go get dressed," she whispered numbly.

"Just put on your coat and shoes," Jose instructed. "This is a – how do you say – come-as-you-are party!"

Flushed with shame, Nancy went to the closet and put on her raincoat and a pair of shoes. She pulled the belt of the coat tight around her, so that it gave at least the impression that she was dressed, although the material felt strange against her bare skin.

When at last she was ready, Chico removed her wallet and keys from her purse and Jose steered her toward the door. Nancy's heart stopped as the cruel gang member withdrew a vicious-looking switchblade knife from his pocket and snapped it open. "One false move between here and the car, chica, and you're dead!" he warned her as they started out the front door to the car.

Chico had brought another Morro along to drive, in case Nancy gave them any trouble, and so he and Jose both got into the fur-covered back seat with Nancy. Maria started to follow. "You get in the front with Esteban," he ordered her.

"Hey, Chico, when are you gonna pay me for what I did?" the petulant brunette demanded. "You told me after we got the chica."

"Yeah, yeah, later," he muttered. "Don't bother me now. I'll give it to you when we get to Salvador's house." He closed the door to the car and as soon as Maria was settled in the front seat, the big Chevy eased its way out into the street.

"Now," Chico began once the car had reached the freeway, "I think we start warming you up for the party our Morros are throwing for you.

What do you say, Jose?"

"Warm her up? Chico, let me be the first," he replied with a gleam in his eye.

"You do what I want," the soft-voiced Cuban informed Nancy.

"Okay, cunt," he said to Nancy, shoving her roughly over onto the floor. "Open up your raincoat and show us your pussy!"

Crimson with shame and embarrassment, Nancy unbuttoned her raincoat, opening the front of it so that the naked front of her body was visible to the two men sitting on the seat. Jose wanted to be able to observe every nuance of her responses as she got horny.

"Come on, get your legs up on the seat and spread 'em," Chico demanded, for Rick's young wife, after opening her coat, had only spread her legs in a squatting position, and he wanted a clearer view than that.

Her huge whitely billowing tits jiggling with the rhythm of the moving car, Nancy pulled first one long tapered leg and then the other up next to her body. Impatiently, Chico grabbed her ankles and yanked them apart so he could see the full outer length of her hair-fringed cunt slit. Jose noted with satisfaction and an ache in his balls that the entrance looked tight, almost virginal.

"Spread your pussy lips open," Chico ordered, enjoying the expression of utter humiliation on Nancy's previously reserved and superiorlooking young features almost as much as the obscene display of her blondely furred cunt.

Nancy fought down sobs of anguish as she reached between her lewdly splayed legs with trembling hands and parted the soft cushions of her soft pussy lips. She had never touched herself there before except when she was bathing, and even then only as much as she absolutely had to.

Now, to be forced to do it in the back seat of a car, before the leering eyes of two cruel hoodlums, was more degrading and horrible than anything she'd ever imagined. Even worse, she was now sitting facing toward the front of the car, and looking up, she could see that the driver of the vehicle had a perfect view of what was happening through his rear-view mirror. Perhaps even Maria did too! Oh God, oh God, help me! she moaned inwardly, while at the same time she fought down a wave of fury and hate toward the two gang members who were treating her so shamefully. She wouldn't let them break her spirit, no matter what. If that happened, she'd truly have no hope. Glancing up, she met the shrewdly penetrating gaze of Jose and for a moment her eyes met his defiantly.

"Do you like her cunt, Chico?" Jose asked, never taking his eyes from Nancy. "Do you think she'll make a good whore for the gang?" He emphasized the last word slightly, twisting it like a knife in Nancy's brain.

"Yeah, she's got a couple of good years in her. Think she knows how to suck cock?" he asked, dropping his hand to the prominent bulge of his cock and balls and massaging them lewdly.

"Why don't you teach her?" Jose suggested. "Get down on your knees in front of Chico," he ordered Nancy. "And leave your coat here."

Slipping her arms out of her raincoat sleeves, Nancy positioned herself on the floor between Chico's knees. Maria moved over to the other side of the car, and Chico spread his legs comfortably on the seat he now had all to himself.

"This is self-service, cunt," Chico sneered when Nancy paused uncertain of what to do next. "Get my cock out yourself."

The humiliated blonde girl unbuckled Chico's belt, struggled with the zipper of his fly, and spread the material of his trousers open. He wore no underwear, so she could immediately see the naked skin of his hard-muscled belly, right down to the thickly curling tangle of dark pubic hair.

Summoning all of her inner strength, she wormed her hand down inside his pants until her fingers found the rigidly pulsing surface of his cock. It felt like a piece of iron pipe, it was so thick and huge, and in order to get it out of his pants, she had to grip it firmly in her fist and ease it upward over his hard-corded thighs. Finally it was free of the restraints of his trousers and stood upright in the air, swaying obscenely, the blue veins standing out from the purplish surface and throbbing with lust.

It was long and thick, and looked like a huge log to Nancy's eyes.

Although she had taken Bernardo's cock into her mouth and sucked him until he came earlier that day, this seemed different to her. Then she had been concentrating on her own goals, getting evidence that would free her husband and put the gang in jail. Now, however, the hugely throbbing prick that loomed before her seemed to the abused young wife the very symbol of everything that was oppressing her.

She was being forced to submit to the dominance of all these brutal cock-wielding, Cuban street-gang members, subjugated to the crudest whims of brute masculine force, and her whole being rebelled against it. She wanted to fight back, to kick and claw with all her strength, but she knew that would only make matters worse. She had to bide her time, do as she was told, or she might never get out of here alive. And so, bending forward, she gripped the pulsing shaft with her hands and, closing her eyes, parted her lips to take it into her mouth.

But despite her efforts to appear submissive, every angle of her tensed young body revealed her inner rebellion to Jose, who was watching from behind her. Well, he reflected, they'd broken a lot of the gang's women who had acted like her, but he knew that sooner or later she would come begging for all the fucking she could get. They were all that way after a while.

Chico was reaching down now and grasping the nakedly kneeling blonde girl's head, forcing it down further onto his thickly swollen shaft, until she gagged as it rammed against the back of her throat. Lewdly, the Morros gang member rotated his pelvis, savoring the warm pull of Nancy's lips on the hotly pounding surface of his cock. He began sawing obscenely in and out of her mouth, each forward thrust peeling back his foreskin until it stretched tight, and then bringing it back again over the sensitive head of his prick as he pulled back.

Behind their young prisoner, Jose reached out with his hand and stroked the whitely shimmering surface of her smooth asscheeks. Spreading the two half-moons wide with his hands, he could see the tiny puckered hole of the humiliated wife's ass nestled deep in the recesses of her anal crease. Experimentally, he circled his index finger around the interfolded rim of the little opening, which seemed to contract inward, cringing away from his touch.

Kneeling between Chico's legs, her mouth locked around the pulsing girth of his massive prick, Nancy reddened with shame as she felt Jose's hands on her naked flesh. She couldn't even see him, and his near-anonymity made his lewd probings in her asshole even more degrading to Rick's kidnapped young wife. She felt his fingers travel downward along the deep crease between her asscheeks until they reached the unprotected entrance to her pussy. Deftly, the young Cuban hoodlum slipped his finger up inside the hair-lined slit, still swollen and sore from all the fucking Bernardo had subjected it to earlier that day. His lewdly searching finger burned hotly in its obscene path up into her cunthole, and Nancy whimpered helplessly into the heaving expanse of Chico's belly.

Jose savored her muffled protests, and noted with satisfaction that she didn't try to pull away from him. He could feel himself becoming aroused by the sight of her soft naked body hunched over Chico's cock as she knelt naked on the floor of the '65 Chevy, her ass and cunt completely exposed to the whims of his hands. Still keeping his finger imbedded deep in her feverish pussyhole, he used his middle finger to begin probing again at her tight, virginal asshole. Mercilessly he began twisting it forward, burrowing into the fearfully clenched sphincter ring and stretching it painfully, while his other finger began a circular motion deep inside her cunt depths.

Tears of pain and humiliation coursed down Nancy's cheeks as Jose's lewdly searching fingers seemed to light a fire in her two helplessly impaled holes. Yet all the time she maintained her sucking and licking motions around Chico's lust-distended cock, her mouth making a wet sluicing sound as her head bobbed up and down.

The big Cuban was making low, animal-like groans now as he felt his balls harden with the thick load of cum that he would soon jet into the humiliated blonde's hotly sucking mouth. But not yet. He wanted to make it last as long as possible – it might be his only opportunity with this luscious piece of ass. Christ! He could fuck his hot prick into her mouth all night, if only there was time. From his position on the car seat, he could see Jose twisting and rotating his fingers into her asshole and cunt, and the sound of her moans was like music to his ears. That was the way he liked it – when the chick protested, when he could force her to do things she'd never consent to normally. It made him feel more potent and alive than almost anything in the world.

Reaching down, he gripped Nancy's head in his hands and forced it down hard onto his heavily throbbing prick, enjoying the choking sounds that rose from her throat as he screwed it in and out, in and out.

Jose's middle finger was now lodged all the way inside Nancy's tiny asshole, and he circled it around lewdly, developing a rhythm between his two hands. He could feel Nancy's hot pussy juices begin to flow, and he knew that no matter how much she might protest, she was beginning to enjoy it.

Indeed, the tormented reporter's wife, to her own surprise, was rapidly finding the fiery sensations in her womb and belly almost irresistible.

Involuntarily, she began leaning backward into his hands, driving his fingers even farther up inside her belly. A torrent of desperate excitement was sweeping her away again, and as she felt it begin to overcome her, she gradually lost her fear. Nancy was consumed with the sharp lust that assaulted her from every side. Almost eagerly, she sucked on Chico's cock, like a child on a stick of candy.

In spite of the dangers and degradations of what was happening to her, she was losing consciousness of everything except the irresistible sensations of sensual pleasure that coursed through her nakedly kneeling young body. She wanted to cum! She had to! She would explode with the need for release if she didn't cum soon. Greedily she sucked and pulled on Chico's thickly jerking prick as if, by some sexual osmosis, hastening his cum would also bring on her own. She wriggled her trembling asscheeks backward against Jose's hands, while her mouth pulled at Chico's huge cock like a tiny vacuum cleaner.

And suddenly Chico was there! Groaning feverishly, he released a flood of warm white liquid cum into Nancy's hungrily milking mouth. On and on it came, and she struggled to take it all, down to the last drop. But just as her own cum was about to overwhelm her, only seconds later, Jose withdrew his fingers from the straining young wife's two lustthrobbing holes, leaving her empty and unfulfilled.

She wanted to scream with rage and frustration, and Jose knew it. He smiled to himself. This was the way to break in a woman. He'd tried it before and it never failed. Keep her so hot that before long she'd be begging for it herself. Don't worry, my pretty little slut, he thought.

You'll have many more chances tonight. We haven't even gotten to our destination where the whole gang will be waiting to give you just what you want!