0 comments/ 19161 views/ 6 favorites It Happened in Mexico Ch. 01 By: Angelscuck Joaquin lay in his prison bunk, his cock throbbing in his hand. He was thinking about Angel. Angel, the woman who had told him she could not see him anymore. She had found a man she wanted to marry, a man who could give her what she needed emotionally, love, understanding and security. A man she could depend on to treat her with kindness and always be there for her. "That fucking bitch," Joaquin said to himself, "no woman says no to me! I'll teach that slut a lesson she will never forget!" Before his arrest for assaulting that store clerk, he had been seeing Angel for a couple of months. Their sex was amazing. There is something about the chemistry between a good girl and a bad boy that was like magic. Angel had finally come to her senses and although physically attracted to Joaquin, realized he was cruel, undependable and a loser. At first she had tried to help him. Being a nurse, her heart always seemed to reach out to people in need but she soon realized that he was trouble with a capital "T", especially when he asked her to moonlight at that strip bar to bring in some extra cash. Joaquin called up to his sissy cell mate. "Get down here faggot and suck my cock!" William quickly jumped down, fell on his knees and took Joaquin's erect cock in his mouth as he had done many times in the past. He knew his master was thinking about Angel again and needed some relief, but he didn't care. He just wanted the chance to serve Joaquin, suck his cock and taste his cum. Joaquin faced-fucked William without mercy, imagining it was Angel's throat he was abusing. He shot his load deep down his prison-bitch's throat and pushed him away with his foot. "OK bitch, get out of my sight!" he told William with disgust. Joaquin didn't consider himself gay, prison bitches were there to use until you were released. He actually hated them and mistreated them often. This was the last night before Joaquin was to be released. Soon, he thought, soon I will teach that slut a lesson. He fell asleep, dreaming of revenge. He was awoken by the guard the next morning. "Ok Joaquin, time to leave," the guard said, unlocking his cell door and handing him some clothes on a hanger and a paper bag full of the belongings that he had turned in when he was first incarcerated. "Check it out and sign here." Joaquin when through his belongings: A cheap suit, a white shirt, a pair of alligator shoes, fifty dollars in cash, an expensive watch, and his wallet. Joaquin signed the receipt, changed into his civilian clothes and followed the guard down the long hallway to freedom. He didn't bother to say goodbye to William who had served him in so many ways for so many nights. William just lay in his bunk, crying over the loss of his master. One of his old buddies picked him up in the Van Joaquin had loaned him when he was sentenced. They smoked and got high, and then Joaquin dropped off his friend and headed for Los Angeles. He knew just what he was going to do first. Find Angel and even the score. He had it all carefully planned out. Angel was surprised to get his call. "No, I can't see you, now or ever. I'm married and love Kelly very much. I am glad you are out of prison," Angel lied, "but you need to move on Joaquin, I have." Joaquin could still hear her words ringing in his ears. "We'll see about that," he thought and felt the anger rising inside himself again, "I'll get that bitch, I'll get her good!" Joaquin kept calling Angel and threatening to come by and tell her husband all the details of their past and show him some pictures he and Angel had taken in the heat of passion. Finally Angel agreed to meet him for coffee on the condition that he would stop calling and give her the pictures. They met at a local deli. Joaquin slowly eyed Angel up and down like a piece of meat. She looked good, put on a couple of pound over the years, but that just made her sweet tits and ass fill out more. Angel, reading his thoughts blushed knowing he wanted her and all that time in prison, had build up an animal need deep inside him. He hugged her tightly when they met and pressed his hard cock in his pants against her soft vulva. She had to finally push him away. She was angry when she felt her own passion growing. Old habits die hard. She still was physically attracted to Joaquin but managed to break his hold on her. They sipped their coffee in silence. Finally Joaquin said, "Not a call, not a visit, what's a matter baby, don't you love me anymore?" "Yes, I mean no, I mean, it's over Joaquin. I am married now. We were over before you were even sent to prison, you know that. I'm married to a wonderful man who gives me everything I need!" Angel replied. "Oh yeah," Joaquin answered, "I also remember how hard you would cum when I fucked you baby. I remember you begging for my big cock. Does he fill you up like I can bitch?" Angel, being somewhat submissive, usually responded with passion to his derogatory name calling but she caught herself and said, "There's more to love than sex!" She was beginning to feel bit woozy, not realizing that Joaquin had slipped Rohypnol in her coffee when she was not looking. Angel suddenly felt faint and started to black out. Joaquin quickly grabbed her and helped her to her feet. "It's ok folks, just a little too much to drink." He explained to the other people in the deli, as he helped her outside and into his van. Angel staggered in his arms. When they reached the back of the van, she blacked out. Joaquin carefully laid her down on the blanket on the floor of the van, handcuffed her hands behind her, duct-taped her feet together and applied a ball-gag to her mouth. The next few days were a blur to Angel. She vaguely remembered a long drive, being carried from the van and taken to a shabby hotel room. She knew they were performing different procedures on her but each time she started to regain consciousness, someone would inject her with some kind of drug and she would pass out again. She could faintly hear people talking in Spanish but couldn't make out what they were saying. Finally, Angel regained consciousness. She was in a small room, tied naked, spread-eagle in bed, on her back. Her tongue, eyelids, lips, nipples, vulva and clit hurt. She was very thirsty and called out for water. A dark-haired Latina woman, about thirty came into the room with a glass of water. She supported her head while Angel greedily tried to drink from the glass. "No, no, no, "the woman replied with her Spanish accent, "not too much, you had surgery and it will make you sick!" "Surgery, "thought Angel, "what in hell have they done to me?" The woman left and soon Joaquin came into the room. He undid her ropes and led her to a full length mirror. Angel could hardly recognize her own reflection. Her hair was dyed a cheap bleached blond color and cut in a short, whorish style. Her eyes and lips were tattooed in a way that made her look very sluttish. She opened her mouth and saw a stud had been put through her tongue. Her lips looked like they had been shot full of collagen and give her a "fuck my mouth" appearance. She looked down at her nipples and noticed, they too had been tattooed a bright pink color and each nipple was pierced with large metal rings with the initials, "J" and "R" dangling from them. Joaquin Rodriquez. As she looked lower she noticed her pubic hair was gone and a tattoo on her bare pubis with the words, "Joaquin's Whore," in big red letters. Her clit had been pierced and a big gold ring was hanging from it. Angel fainted and Joaquin carried her back to the bed and secured her wrists and ankles again. Angel woke up a few minutes later and saw Joaquin sitting in a chair near the bed, smiling wickedly at her. "You bastard," she yelled, "why have you done this to me? When Kelly finds you he will kill you!" "Oh, I'm sure he will try, "Joaquin replied calmly, "as a matter of fact, I called him and let him know exactly where we are. I told him he could have you back for $20,000. He is on his way with the money right now. Why have I done this? The answer is simple. I want you. You will be my woman, my slut, and my whore! You will do what I say, when I say, and to whom I say and I have no intention of giving you back to your husband. I merely want his money and to take him as my prisoner." "I will never do as you say, never. You will have to kill me first!" Angel angrily answered. "Oh but you will," Joaquin laughed, "that is if you want to keep you husband alive!" (To be continued) It Happened in Mexico Ch. 02 Kelly was frantic with worry when he had not heard from Angel the first few days. He had called everyone they knew, family, friends, hospitals, and police. Then he received Joaquin's call. "No police, no anyone," Joaquin had warned, "$20,000 in one hundred dollar unmarked bills by Friday, or Angel's dead!" Kelly maxed out his credit cards and got the money together. He then took their .38 police special and drove toward Rosarito, Mexico just north of Ensenada. He parked the car on the U.S. side of the border and left their duplicate passports and identifications with some money and clothes in the car; from there he hired a car in Tijuana and drove to the location he was given in Rosarito. Before he went into the hotel, he carefully hid the money for the ransom. He entered the sleazy hotel about noon. As soon as he arrived, he was searched by two men, who took his gun and before he could resist, injected him with a drug. Everything went black for Kelly and each time he came to, he received a repeat injection. Several days later, he found himself, like Angel, tied, naked, spread-eagle to a bed. He was in pain. All the hair was shaved off his body and two large fake breasts were glued to his chest. Two women were applying make-up to his face and a wig to his head. He was too weak to resist as they dressed him in panties, bra, garter-belt, stockings and high-heels. The helped him over to a mirror. Kelly was still groggy from the drugs but was conscience enough to see the reflection of his feminized self. He tried to speak, but the words would not form in his mouth. The two women sat him in a chair and tied his hands behind his back and left. About an hour later Joaquin entered the room. Joaquin laughed at Kelly and said, "Hello my little sissy-bitch, aren't you pretty. All dressed up with nowhere to go. Wait until my Angel sees you, all dolled up. She will laugh her ass off at the sight of her sissy man!" Kelly was still dazed and confused and kept trying to make sense of Joaquin's words. "My Angel, Joaquin had said," Kelly thought to himself, "she wasn't his, she was my Angel and why would she laugh at me?" Kelly couldn't understand what he was saying. Joaquin continued. "You were a naughty boy to bring your gun, daddy will have to punish you for that later, and where did you hide the money? Oh well, plenty of time for that. Just to set things straight, I have a little video for you to watch, just an update on your wife to let you know where we all stand." With that Joaquin clicked a remote and a picture of Angel appeared on the TV screen. At first, Kelly didn't recognize her. She looked like a cheap whore with her make-up, new hairdo, tattoos and piercings. She was sitting naked on Joaquin's lap. He was also naked and she had her arms around him. She was giving him kisses and rubbing her hands all over his body. She then stopped and looked directly at the camera and said, "Hello Kelly, as you can see, things have changed. I belong to Joaquin now. I am his bitch and I live to do his bidding. He owns me body and soul!" With that Angel fell to her knees in front of Joaquin, took his large cock in her hands and begged, "Please master, please let me suck your cock, I need it bad. Fuck my pussy and ass and make me cum as only you know how!" Joaquin smiled down at her and asked, "What about your husband, don't you want him?" "No," Angel replied, "he is a worthless piece of shit. He has a little dick and can't make it hard. I need your big cock pounding inside me. Please fuck me, please!" Kelly's eyes began to fill with tears as he witnessed his wife's betrayal. At first he thought she might be hypnotized or drugged, but she s looked and sounded perfectly normal. What had he done to her, why was she acting this way? He watched as she sucked his cock to full hardness, and then turned her back on him, spreading her ass-cheeks and begged, "Fuck my ass master!" This hurt Kelly even more because she had never allowed him to fuck her ass. Joaquin rammed his cock into her ass balls deep. He continued his assault on her and the smack, smack, smack echoed as their bodies met. Tears poured down Kelly's cheeks as he heard Angel's sounds of pleasure and the moans greater than he had ever elicited from her. Then a strange thing happened. Angel looked right on camera with a knowing look and said, "More, please, I want more please!" Kelly suddenly understood. "More please," was a special phrase they used. It was a safe word they had agreed on to use when either one of them wanted to stop what they were doing. It was her signal to him that this was all bullshit. Kelly felt relief. He realized now that she was pretending and that this was just a show Joaquin was putting on to try to demoralize him and destroy their love. Just then Joaquin entered the room and said, "See bitch, she doesn't give a shit about you anymore, she's mine, how does that make you feel, faggot?" Kelly decided to play along with the charade until he could find a way of getting them both out of this situation. "I feel awful," Kelly replied. "I can't believe she has left me for you, please, please give her back!" Joaquin laughed at the pitiful, begging husband and said, "Too late asshole, she's mine, just as you will be mine also. Now get this straight. I am going to turn you into a little cocksucking faggot, we are going to make a video of you sucking my cock and begging me, in a little girly voice, to fuck your ass. I want to show Angel, what a wimpy little faggot you really are. She will never see you as a man again!" "And if I refuse?" Kelly inquired. "Then I will kill you both! Do I make myself clear?" Joaquin replied. Kelly realized now he had no choice. He knew if he did not co-operate, Joaquin would not hesitate to murder them. "Yes, master." Kelly shamefully responded. "Very good," gloated Joaquin, "now let's get this show on the road!" With that, he set up a camcorder on a tripod and aimed it at the bed. He then instructed Kelly on what he was to say and do. Kelly played along; acting like a little submissive slave, saying the words and acting the part he had been assigned, as the camcorder recorded the scene. Kelly crawled over to Joaquin, who was now sitting on the bed, naked and begged in a high voice, with a lisp, "Please Master Joaquin, I need you to fuck my ass, please fuck me!" Joaquin replied, "Fuck you in the ass, why would you ask me to do that?" "Because I am a sissy faggot and need to feel your beautiful cock in my ass, Master!" Kelly answered. "What about your wife, Angel?" Joaquin inquired. "I don't care about her anymore," Kelly lied, "she is your whore; I just want your cock!" Joaquin laughed at the pitiful picture of the broken, sissy at his feet. He knew Angel would be disgusted with her husband when she saw the video. "Ok bitch, why don't you start by sucking my cock and making it nice and hard!" Joaquin commanded. Kelly immediately took his master's cock in his mouth and began sucking. He hated it but kept playing along to save his wife. After Joaquin's cock was good and hard, he instructed Kelly to face the camcorder, bend over and spread his ass-cheeks, he then plunged he throbbing cock straight into Kelly's virgin asshole and started fucking him furiously. The pain was terrible but Kelly kept his cool and looked straight into the camera and said, "Oh yes, master, give me more, I want more please!" Hoping Angel would get the message. Joaquin continued his assault on Kelly's ass until he finally came and left Kelly in a heap on the floor. He then grabbed the camcorder and walked out of the room. (To be continued) It Happened in Mexico Ch. 03 Angel watched the video of her husband in disbelief. Kelly had never shown any signs that he was gay before yet hear he was, begging to suck Joaquin's cock and to be fucked in the ass and looking like a sissy drag queen. It hurt her when her husband said he didn't want her anymore and called her a whore. She felt disgusted at the sight of him being fucked, and then she heard him say, "More Please," and realized it was all faked. She was relived to realize that Kelly had gotten her signal. Still she decided to play along and pretended to be hurt. Joaquin was doing all he could to destroy the love between them. He felt it was working and this gave him much pleasure. Little did he know that it was he who was being played and the love between Angel and Kelly was stronger than ever. Joaquin decided to do a face to face and really rub their noses in it. He decided to throw a party for his friends and offer Angel and Kelly as the entertainment. Kelly was dressed as a French Maid and Angel wore only a dog collar, garter-belt, stockings and high-heels. Kelly would greet each guest by curtsying and serve hors d'oeuvres. Angel now realizing her husband's actions were just a pretense, had no problem playing along and joining the others as they made fun of him, prancing around like a sissy. She told her husband, "You are much better now as a little sissy bitch, you certainly aren't a real man!" She on the other hand was also on display for the guest's amusement and had to offer herself to any man or woman who wished to publically abuse her. The guests smacked her ass, pinched her nipples and stuck their fingers up her pussy and ass while calling her names like, slut, whore and bitch. This hurt Kelly but he continued also to play along, biding his time and waiting for an opportunity for them to escape. As the evening went on, everyone was getting drunker and more demanding. At one point Joaquin stood up and announced, "What you see before you ladies and gentlemen is a shattered marriage. I have been able to bring out the faggot in him and whore in her. They no longer have any love for each other and only wish to please their master and their own twisted desires. Allow me to demonstrate." With that he led Angel by her collar to the middle of the room and commanded her to get on her knees. He then asked her, "Tell us Angel, would you like to take your husband and leave this place? All you have to do is say so and I will turn you both loose." Angel knew it was a phony offer and continued to play along by saying, "Oh no master, I don't want my sissy faggot husband anymore, I just want to serve you anyway you wish!" Her response was followed by laughter and cheers from the guests. "And you, faggot," Joaquin continued, "don't you want to take your wife away from this awful place and return to your home and marriage?" Kelly continued to play along, knowing the wrong answer could me their death. "Oh no master, I don't want that dirty whore anymore, I just want to suck and be fucked by your beautiful cock." Kelly replied, which drew more cheers and laughter from the guests. "Very well," Joaquin replied, "let's have a little demonstration of your loyalty. Angel, go over to your husband, slap him and spit in his face, then smack his balls and tell him what you think of him." Angel knew this would be harder to do. She loved her husband more than ever and to hurt, publically denounce and humiliate him would not be easy. She walked up to him and tried to give him a secret wink and slapped and spit in his face. She then smacked him quite hard across his balls and said, "Fuck you faggot, you are nothing more than a cocksucking little bitch. You disgust me and I no longer have any respect for you!" Everyone in the room laughed at the humiliated husband. "Well, well, well," Joaquin said, "it seems you are no longer the love of her life, Kelly, how do you feel about that?" Kelly continued to go along with the sham. "I don't care what that dirty whore says," giving Angel a quick wink. "All she's good for is fucking and sucking. Do with her as you please. Make her beg for more please!" Kelly answered re-enforcing their secret pact. "Excellent," chided Joaquin, "ladies and gentlemen, you may enjoy my two slaves anyway you wish!" The first thing that happened is two guys grabbed Angel and placed her on a hassock on her hands and knees. One guy shoved his cock in her ass while the second guy stuffed her mouth. They continued fucking her from both ends while she loudly moaned and screamed. You could see the saliva dripping down on her tits from her mouth as they fucked her. Joaquin then injected, "We call this, Mexican Handcuffs!" Everyone laughed at his remark, everyone except Kelly. He was too busy getting the same treatment from two gay men. Kelly kept gagging on the huge cock ramming his throat. He kept trying to relax his throat but he could not. He was however, successfully relaxing his anus which made his anal assault more bearable. Angel and Kelly were repeatedly abused over and over for the next several hours. Soon the quests were spent and passed out from the evening's festivities. Joaquin was staggering around holding a bottle of Tequila in his hand mumbling, "I got you bitch, you're my slut now, my slut, my slut." He then passed out, falling face first on the couch. Kelly and Angel, who were tied together on the floor, had been waiting for this chance and this was it. Kelly cut the rope with a broken wine glass and he and Angel, wrapped in ponchos, quietly snuck down the stairs and into the street. It was in the wee hours of the morning and the town was sleeping. Kelly quickly led Angel to the place where he had buried the money. It was still there, wrapped in a plastic bag. The half-naked couple wandered around until they reached a small hotel with a taxi cab parked in front. The driver was sleeping inside the cab. Kelly and Angel offered him $200 to drive them to the border. The cabbie quickly agreed and the three of them sped away from Rosarito. They reached the U.S. Border in an hour. Kelly gave the driver, two of the $100 bills and he and Angel walked over to the Border Guard. Kelly explained they were robbed but had ID and passports in his car parked on the U.S. side of the border. At first the guard was reluctant but finally agreed to escort them to the car to verify his statement. After producing the necessary papers, the guard granted them entry to the U.S. and the exhausted couple changed into the extra clothes and drove to the nearest hotel and fell fast asleep. They had once, years ago, talked about a scenario that if they ever got into a situation where their lives were in danger, to pretend to go along with it and do whatever they had to do, until they had a chance to get away. Resistance or defiance would only get them hurt or killed. They never expect it to actually happen, but it did, and it worked. Kelly's masculine appearance returned when his body hair grew back. Angel's hair grew back to its natural color and her tattooed make-up faded to a normal appearance over time. She removed the piercing jewelry and covered her initialed, tattooed pubis with a beautiful rose tattoo. Joaquin Rodriquez, who had promised the couple to a sex trade organization, was found dead, decapitated with his severed penis in his mouth a few days after the couples' escape, as a warning from the organization that had fronted him the money to perform the procedures on the couple, that they disapprove of punks that allow their property to get away.