2 comments/ 89813 views/ 23 favorites Lauren in Mexico By: dave_devil Lauren slouched back on her deck-chair. Staring lazily through her sunglassses at the sea – the Caribbean - she allowed a broad smile to creep across her mouth. She had done it. She had actually done it! She had escaped to Mexico for the rest of the summer and there was nothing, nothing her parents could, practically-speaking, do about it. Her mother had admitted as much, tearfully, when Lauren had called her, earlier that day, to triumphantly explain where she was and to say that she wasn't going to be returning for three weeks. For sure, the plane tickets and the hotels had cost her most of the modest sum she had inherited after the death of her aunt earlier that year. She couldn't really afford this sort of holiday. And, of course, she was on her own. For none of Lauren's friends could match her boldness or impulsiveness. Most, were, as Lauren recalled, with some contempt, terrified of getting into trouble. They were worried about being some kind of accessory to Lauren "running away from home". The cowards, Lauren thought! Yet, if Lauren was honest with herself, the prospect of being only 18 years old and spending three weeks alone in a distant land was a bit daunting, if not terrifying. But, hey, it was surely worth it to get away from her parents for a few weeks. To get away from their narrow-minded preaching about the importance of getting work experience ... from endless mathematics and Spanish tutoring. And, really, how many other high school girls from the Home Counties have the sort of adventure that Lauren was now embarking upon? Tomorrow, she would maybe go on a boat trip around the bay and investigate getting some sailing lessons. Meanwhile, she would soon head back to the beach-side hotel where she had checked in only last night, get changed, then head out find somewhere cheap to eat in town. Then maybe check out the local night life, make some new friends... Suddenly, in the midst of this reverie, she felt an unexpected impact on her stomach. Surprised, she opened her eyes to see a beachball rolling off her recliner and a couple of Mexican men stumbling towards her from the direction of the sea, arms outstretched in apology. "Senorita! Lo siento... Sorry! Sorry about the ball!" exhaled the taller, older of the pair as he came right up to the foot of her recliner. "De nada" mouthed Lauren, and scooped up the ball and lobbed it to the Mexican in one movement. The man caught it and gave Lauren a toothy smile. "Very nice, young lady. Nice control! You are American, yes?" "American? No I'm from England." "Ah, yes! You are here on holiday with your family, or your friends?" "No..." Lauren replied, with a sudden sense of embarrassment. "I'm travelling on my own". "Ah, OK..." said the man. Lauren observed him look her body up and down: her long, supple limbs, youthful skin, lustrous, if somewhat messy blonde hair, her neat. She thought: he's probably re-assessing my age, thinking that I must be older than he originally thought. "...Hey", he continued, "You are good with the ball, no? You should come and play with me and my friend Ricardo." "OK. I'll play you!" said Lauren, after a momentary pause, and a little thrill of excitement that she was already making some friends. The two men seemed harmless enough. Muscular but a little goofy-looking (like, in her opinion, a lot of the locals here), their features a little coarse. They were probably from the lower class, although Lauren couldn't feel confident that she understood the niceties of Mexican society yet. In any event, Lauren had notions that she would befriend all sorts of characters in the course of her adventure, from humble domestic servants to ambassadors and spies... well maybe. The man introduced himself as "Juan" as he confidently extended an arm for Lauren to lift herself up. Lauren accepted it, and introduced herself to Juan, and then walked straight over to Ricardo, Juan's shorter, slightly chubby friend, and shook hands with him. He smiled politely, but said little. The three of them played several rounds of beach volleyball – or at least bouncing the ball over the net Juan and Ricardo had set up - the men taking it in turns to play her one-on-one. They profusely praised nearly every move Lauren made, which Lauren found a little patronising, but not unbearably so. They were being friendly after all. They were both clearly aware of her fine figure, as well, but Lauren felt assured that the attention they paid with their eyes stopped short of gawping. The late afternoon sun was still fierce, and after an hour or so, Lauren began to tire. "Why don't you come into town for dinner with Ricardo and me?" said Juan, as they packed up the net. Lauren demurred; she had to head back up to hotel to change out of her swimsuit. But it transpired out that her hotel was near to a great restaurant that the men knew, so she agreed to meet them there in an hour. * * * A few hours later, Lauren found herself in a club on the edge of town. This place was a revelation. Pounding beats, enormous energy, snappily-dressed skinny youths going crazy for the music. There was nowhere this cool in Lauren's hometown - nowhere this cool in London, even. Lauren danced on her own at one corner of the dance floor, with various boys taking their turn to show off their moves, at a respectful distance of a few feet. As a blonde, foreign girl in a Mexican port town, she was getting a lot of attention. Lauren, for her part thought she fancied some of the boys and hoped that one would come up strike up a conversation with her (and hopefully in English, since her Spanish was terrible). Lauren, was, in fact, for all her rebelliousness, and despite her attractiveness, still a virgin. She believed that she was a cut above the local lads of Bedfordshire. She had been out with several, but they were all too drippy, or too ordinary to consider going all the way with. What she really wanted was a man who would take control. Someone who wouldn't meekly ask if he could take off her bra... In fact, the ideas that filled Lauren's mind as she fingered herself in bed at night involved her being commanded – being forced – to have sex by cruel brutes... of rape, in fact. But that was, as Lauren well understood, just fantasy. Obviously, she would probably find, and lose it to, a long-term boyfriend at university: she imagined he would be a kindly and intelligent man. Juan and Ricardo had taken her to the club after a long dinner at the restaurant during which she had expounded on her hatred of England, of English weather, of her parent's conservatism, and so on. Juan and Ricardo had nodded sincerely throughout. Juan, for his part, explained that he and Ricardo worked "in security". Both were on a week off. He said he was humbled to have had the opportunity of conversing with someone so "intelligent and beautiful". ("Another loser!" smiled Lauren to herself as she waived away the compliments with the palm of her hand.) Ricardo, meanwhile, took some arty pictures of the group on his impressive-looking camera. Now Juan and Ricardo – both older (perhaps in their 30s?) than the average clientele of the club - were standing in against the wall near the toilets, quietly observing the proceedings. Juan, meanwhile, seemed to recognise quite a number of the boys in the club, who he clasped hands with or back-slapped as they made their way to and from the toilets. Occasionally, Juan would huddle together with a youth in a corner for a few seconds before turning back around and rejoining Ricardo. It then dawned on Lauren that he might be selling drugs. "Cool!" she thought. "This is my chance to score some dope on my second night in Mexico." Lauren bounced up to Juan. "Hey – what have you got?" Juan smiled. "You mean... drugs?" "Yes. Whattcha selling?" "Cocaine. You want some? It will help you get that boy over there you like." Juan pointed out one of the kids Lauren had been dancing beside. "Give you confidence!" Lauren's face fell and she felt he cheeks turn red. "OK, yes. How much?" Juan said he would let her have a line for free. "Come with me and I'll show you somewhere you can do it." Juan then led her out to small, deserted patio at the back of the club. Lauren confessed that she had never taken coke before. Juan showed her how to cut out a line on the plastic table, and to roll up a banknote to snort the stuff. Lauren, excited, confidently sniffed up a line. As she did so, she felt a flash of light. She looked up, Ricardo had come out and taken a picture of her face as she snorted. "Hey! I don't want people to know I've been taking illegal drugs!" she laughed. "I'll send you peeture." shouted Ricardo cheesily. "A leetil reminder of your visit to Mehico!" When Lauren returned to the club, she could feel the effects of the coke. She felt amazing, and confidently took centre stage on the dancefloor and aggressively threw her limbs around. However, the man who had caught her eye no longer seemed all that attractive: he was a boyish-looking, lanky mestizo. She was out of his league. No-one here was good enough. Oh well, another day! At around 1.30am, Lauren told Juan and Ricardo that she was heading back to the hotel. Juan told her that she could buy from him, for a very reasonable price, a whole bag of cocaine, to keep her stocked up for the rest of her travels around Mexico. Lauren boldly agreed, and they went back out to the patio to compete the transaction. As money and the 'merchandise' changed hands, Juan put his arm on her shoulder and suddenly adopted a stern, serious attitude: "Listen, Lauren. The police in this state are very harsh on cocaine takers. They often search visitor's hotel rooms and will arrest anyone with such drugs." Lauren looked worried. "However," Juan continued, "they will never, ever search inside... how do you say... a suitcase. Therefore, you must place this cocaine inside your suitcase as soon as you get back to your hotel room. Put it there at the bottom underneath your clothes. Then you will be very safe. Don't just leave it in a cupboard, or your handbag." Lauren was a little freaked out by this advice. She didn't imagine, before Juan had said this, that she could be in any risk of serious trouble just by carrying some drugs for her own use, unless she was stupid enough to try and smuggle them back to the UK, which she had no intention of doing. However, it was too late to back out of the purchase now without looking like a fool. Besides, it seemed like a very good price for what was quite a large bag of cocaine (maybe 100 or 200g?). Ricardo called for a taxi, and they both wished her well on her travels. They said that they were back on duty the next day. Lauren thanked them for being so welcoming and gave each man a (chaste) peck on their cheek. She scribbled down her email address and asked a grinning Ricardo (who she suspected had developed a crush on her over the course of the evening) to send her his pictures. Before she stepped into the cab, she thanked Juan for his "special deal" on the powder, which Juan acknowledged with a bow. When Lauren got back to her hotel room, however, she remembered Juan's advice. She found an internal compartment of the suitcase that was large enough to accommodate the bag of coke, and then re-stuffed some of her clothes into the case. She then collapsed onto her bed for a well earned night's sleep. * * * Lauren was awoke in her room after only a couple of hours sleep by a succession of loud banging noises. She was vaguely aware of the sound of shouting in Spanish. As she opened her eyes clock beside her bed read "06:02". "Huh?" she thought. As she began to rise to get out of bed to find out what the racket was, she was confused to watch the door collapse down into her hotel room with an enormous crunch and a cloud of plaster dust as it was ripped from its hinges. Half a second later, amidst the grey dust four uniformed men with enormous guns burst into her room. It was the police! The intruders dashed into the room in a heartbeat. As the burly, aggressive men lifted their visors, Lauren saw - with confusion - that two of the men were none other than Juan and Ricardo! She let out a scream as she was grabbed up by her arms by one of the other men and dragged out of bed in her nightie. "What's going on!?" she demanded. The men ignored her. Juan pointed to her suitcase and barked orders to the others. One of the men brutally ripped open the suitcase and started ransacking its contents. "Hey! Stop that!" shouted a terrified Lauren as she struggled futilely with the officers holding her, who was proceeding to cuff her hands behind her back. They were going to find the drugs! Fuck! Juan and Ricardo had set her up. Why had this happened? Why had she bought the cocaine? Lauren's sleepy mind was stumbling over itself, trying to make sense of events, to link cause and effect.... "Ayy!" muttered the policeman searching her suitcase as he drew out the bag of coke from the secret compartment. "You are in very big trouble, young woman" said Juan to her in English as she stared dumbly at the bag. The officer gripping her gave her body a sharp shake as if to emphasise the point. She then saw Ricardo start taking multiple flash pictures of the cocaine bag and the suitcase it had come out of – using the same camera he had with him yesterday! Lauren didn't know what to say to extricate herself from the situation. "Please, I'm only 18. I didn't mean any harm!" was all she could think to say. "I'm afraid that won't be good enough" said Juan sternly. * * * Lauren was now in the hot police station building, after been driven, in handcuffs, for what seemed like several miles. She was made to stand in front of the desk for what seemed like an age, whilst interminable forms were filled in by police bureaucrats to record her arrest. With her hands cuffed behind her back she felt helpless. The prospect of being put on jail and going to jail in this far away land – for how long? - was almost incomprehensibly terrifying. Lauren tried to think, in vain, how she could explain away the cocaine in her bag. Juan – the lying bastard – had tricked her into buying it – but presumably this was legal in Mexico. She had paid for the drugs, and she herself had put them in her bag. She could see no way out... Ricardo and Juan were now slouched on her side of the desk, openly ogling her body, winking to each other and making brief comments in Spanish that she did not understand. This was unpleasant, and seemed vaguely ominous to poor Lauren. However, she felt that she was not in a great position to complain about it right now. She remained silent as the forms were completed. Then Ricardo and Juan rose and the officer at the desk motioned for her to follow them out of the room. "Don't I get to speak to a lawyer? Can I phone my parents?" Lauren pleaded, racking her brain to discover the right thing to do in this situation. "No" said Juan, beckoning for Lauren to follow him into a side room. "Not yet. Not until formal charges are brought against you." Lauren traipsed behind Juan into the windowless room. Ricardo, along with another burly ape of a policeman, followed and slammed shut the heavy door. Lauren was told to sit down on a chair. Juan pulled up another chair opposite her, a foot away and sat down. He motioned to the ape-man, who in turn motioned for her to raise her arms so she could be uncuffed. He held her arms firmly as he unlocked and removed the cuffs. Ricardo, meanwhile fiddled with an ancient tape-recorder, before turning his attention to a projector. He turned this on. An blown-up image of Lauren shorting a line of coke appeared on the bare wall in front of her. There was a look of concentration on the face of the girl in the picture as the 100 peso note jutted into the nostril of her button-like nose, directed down at the white powder. Tangled strands of her messy blonde hair dangled down over her cheeks. "Look" said Juan sternly. Lauren seemed mesmerised by the image. After a moment, Ricardo clicked a button, and the imaged changed to the photo taken by the policeman, during the raid of her hotel room, of the bag of cocaine being lifted out of her suitcase. Ricardo pulled up a chair and sat down alongside Juan. "What do you have to say to this, Lauren Parker?" asked Juan. "You tricked me!" exclaimed Lauren, with desperation in her voice. Juan snorted cruelly. "That is completely legal in Mexico, Miss Parker. This is how we catch criminals." Juan emphasised the last word, almost drawling in his Mexican accent. He lent back in his chair. "You will be charged with possessing illegal narcotics with intent to smuggle these over both state lines and the international border" Juan announced. "The penalty for the former offence is a minimum of 7 years. For the latter it is 12 years. I should let you know, Miss Parker, that drug smuggling – even inside Mexico – is treated very seriously indeed. There is much hatred for those involved in the narcotics trade in this state. Last week, for instance, three men and a child, 9 years old, were killed in a shooting between two drugs gangs here in Velacruz." Lauren fixed her stare ahead and began to feel her cheeks turning red. Her heart was sinking... "We have evidence," Juan continued "that you took cocaine last night. And that you paid money to buy 200g of the drug – a very large amount, no Ricardo?" "Very large" Ricardo replied, nodding. His stare was fixed at Lauren's chest. "We have evidence, further" said Juan "that you hid the drug in your travel suitcase, and that you plan to travel, according to your tickets, to Mexico City in 3 days' time, and that you were intending to return to the United Kingdom in 3 weeks." (Lauren's heart sank further at the phrase "you were intending to return...") "The clear logic... the clear inference of this evidence is that you intended to smuggle the cocaine, One, over state lines, and Two, back to England." "I never intended to take the cocaine back to England!" Lauren blurted out. Juan's face lit up. "Ah! So you admit that you intended to take the cocaine over state lines! And also, by in-ference, that you did buy the cocaine. Ricardo: is the machine recording this?" Ricardo nodded. Lauren was now filled with dread. She bit her lip, worried that she would do something to make the situation even worse. "We now have more than enough evidence to charge you" said Juan. "First, however, you will be searched. Please stand up, Miss Parker." Lauren uneasily rose from her chair and stood before the two men. Juan and Ricardo looked levelly at her torso "Strip." said Juan calmly. Lauren was shocked, her understanding of the situation again thrown into confusion. She had imagined that she would be taken to another room and searched by a female police officer. Upset and still terrified of putting another foot wrong, she said, in a wobbly voice: "Uhm... I thought ... don't I get searched by a woman?" "Ha ha. No." said Juan, cruelly. "In Mexico, if you commit a crime, you do not get to choose who you are searched by. And Lauren," Juan added, as if giving her advice "if you struggle or are violent, Pedro here," (Juan pointed to the ape-man officer, standing a few feet behind Lauren's chair) "will hit you with his baton. Hard." "Si!" She heard Pedro laugh, in a deep baritone voice, from behind. "Do you understand, Miss Parker?" Juan asked. She nodded slowly. Lauren was almost in a trance of terror. Added to her fear, she now also felt– as she faced the inevitability of stripping down in front of these three men – a terrible pang of sexual excitement. Was her masochist side about to come to the fore? She tried to push her fantasies of ravishment well out of her mind. Lauren in Mexico Ch. 02 Lauren was left trussed up, naked and cuffed to the table for a whole hour. The interrogation room was hot and stale. She whimpered desperately into her rolled-up T-shirt gag as she considered her situation. The humiliation of being forced to masturbate in front of the perverted cops was something she would have to put out of her mind... for now. The immediate priority was dealing with the threat of being jailed for the coke she had stuffed into her suitcase. What had Juan said: 12 years? That was a lifetime as far as Lauren was concerned. She'd be ... 30 by the time she was let out! She'd miss out on university -- on the rest of her youth. Lauren sobbed and writhed in her bonds. Was there any way out? It didn't look like there was. Could she claim that the cocaine had been planted in her case? No. She had put it there with her own stupid hands. Could she claim that the policemen had tricked her? She didn't see how: she had handed over the pesos herself. And... oh God... they had a bloody photograph of her snorting the stuff. The fact that she had been stripped and humiliated by the cops didn't seem to offer any escape either. They would probably deny the incident. Of course, there were no other witnesses. Indeed, if she did report it she'd have to lie too, at least about the details: how on earth could she ever explain her orgasm? That part at least would have to be edited out. More importantly, she realised, reporting the abuse didn't get around the problem with the drugs. It didn't explain the photos. And Lauren couldn't think of any time she had heard about where anyone had successfully escaped going to prison in some fucked-up foreign country by saying they had been sexually abused. On the contrary, she had read plenty of new reports -- being a messed-up masochist, she had sometimes furtively googled this sort of thing for her own pleasure -- of women who had been raped by cops abroad. In every case they had been ignored, or thrown into jail and raped some more for reporting it. Recalling these stories filled Lauren with terror, and, shamefully, excitement. By the time Juan marched back in, the tied-up and naked teenager was exhausted, overheated and hyper-ventilating. The whole of her face was wet and sticky with tears and snot; the T-shirt stuffed into her mouth was soggy. In a surprisingly tender move, Juan took a moment to gently wipe away some of her tears and snot with the arm of his shirt. He then dropped himself down onto the table, at the side, his thigh up against the girl's torso, just out of her field of view. She was startled when he then gave her a firm slap on her buttocks. "Mmph!" Lauren protested, weakly. "Listen, young lady. You are fucked. You are spending 20 years in a jail, here in Mexico. I have spoken with the state prosecutor. He's saying the evidence is very good; more than enough." Lauren held her sobs, and listened nervously to Juan's words. Juan was absent-mindedly tracing patterns over her butt-cheeks with his finger as his spoke. "In fact, he says 'we don't usually get photographs of the criminal taking the drugs!'. You will have no defence. You are going to jail for a long, long time. Unless..." Juan paused deliberately. The gagged and trussed-up girl could only helplessly register that he had was now pressing his fingers with obscene firmness against her inner thigh. "... you agree to fuck me and my men. For the next three days." Lauren was shocked, but not really surprised at this crude statement of the blackmail the Mexican cops intended to practice on her. Juan got up and then untied and ripped away the make-shift gag. "What do you say?" "Please...." Lauren spluttered. "Don't do this to me. I'll suck your cock if you let me go" she improvised. She was desperate to take any chance to escape the prospect of spending the rest of her youth languishing in a Mexican jail, but also desperate to avoid losing her virginity through being raped by these filthy cops. Juan appeared to ignore her as he fiddled with a small piece of equipment he had brought out of his pocket. He held the device to her head. Lauren was initially confused to hear what sounded like an eerie echo of herself : "P-l-e-a-s-e... don't do this to me.... i'll suck your cock if you let me go-oh!". The fucker had just taped her! Lauren lamely shook her head in denial. Juan laughed. "Oh dear, lee-tle Lauren. Attempting to bribe a police officer is a very serious crime. I think you understand that, don't you? If you want to see England again while you are still a young woman, you stay here for three days and get fucked by everyone in this building. Yes or no?" Lauren realised her situation was desperate. There was no way she could spend decades in a Mexican prison. She felt a sudden wave of bravado. How hard could it be to lie back and have sex with these slimy assholes anyway? "OK. I'll do it" she said. But she then added, for the sake of her pride: "You total bastard!" Juan swiftly removed his belt, and for a second she thought he was going to fuck her there and then. But, instead, he brought the belt down with a sudden furious stroke on her bare back. Lauren screamed. Juan moved to clasp his strong hand around the teen's mouth. "You call any of us a 'bastard', you scream, you don't do exactly what we tell you to, and we will beat you. With a belt, with a stick, whatever. And we really don't want to hurt you, young lady, so if you keep on being bad, we will have to let you go ... to court, to jail. Do you understand?" He released his grip over her mouth. "Yes." Lauren said in a quivering voice. "Yes what?" Lauren sighed. She was coming to realise that, for the next three days, she would not only have to have sex with these animals, but play along with their games, whatever these might be. "Yes, Sir." Juan seemed satisfied with this. He grinned obscenely. You seem to like it this way, no?" From what we saw earlier.... you like being controlled and made to fuck, don't you?" Lauren said nothing, but felt a pang of arousal at this cruel reference to her humiliating orgasm during her earlier "strip search". The uncertainty surrounding her fate now lifted, she was becoming horribly aware again of how she was still obscenely draped, butt naked, over the table, and what a sight she must be presenting to the cruel man standing over her. Juan continued: "You must have been fucked by lots of men before, yes?" "No. I'm a virgin." Lauren wasn't quite sure why she said this. She couldn't possibly be hoping for mercy, could she? "Oi!" exclaimed Juan. "So this will your first time being fucked by a real man's cock. How nice for you!" he added in a mocking tone. He paused and seemed to mull over, for a moment, this new information. It occurred to Lauren, with shame, that given how responsive she had been to her forced finger-fucking, perhaps the fact she was a virgin was a real surprise for him. "I'll tell you what," he continued, "since this would be your first time, we won't rape you. No. That would be very hard on a young girl." Juan paused, just long enough for a hope to rise in Lauren's tired and beffudled mind that she might make it through this ordeal largely intact, before delivering the punchline: "Instead, I'll let you choose which one of the three of us you would like to fuck you first!" Juan laughed loudly. He then briefly disappeared from the room. A moment later, he returned with Ricardo and Pedro. Juan brought them both around to the head of the table, into Lauren's field of view. He put his arms around his grinning men's shoulders in a matey manner. "Well, whee-ch one of us is going to pop your cherry, Lauren? Whose cock do you want most of all in your pussy?" The three men were leering happily at the naked teen on the table; all would, of course, get their turn. Lauren was completely bewildered by the absurdity of the situation. She now at least had some say in how she would lose her virginity. It was still rape, but the choice might, she dimly realised, allow her, in later times, rationalise what was about happen as being something else... God, was she really about to have some Mexican's cock in her vagina? They were all so ugly. Her mind was spinning. If only she could think straight about this crucial decision. Instead of, that is, desperately trying to prevent her horribly aroused loins from grinding against tabletop like the sick masochist that she was... "Well?" demanded Juan. Ricardo, Lauren quickly realised. She would choose Ricardo. His smaller frame wasn't too threatening, and she remembered that when he and Juan had met her on the beach, he had acted very sweetly, as if he genuinely had the hots for her. It had to be Ricardo. Short and blank faced as he was. "Ricardo" she announced, staring blankly ahead, her voice low and steeped in the humiliation of effectively beckoning her rapist to come and take her virginity. "Ey! Ricardo, dude! Felicidados!" exclaimed Juan. Juan and Pedro gave their colleague a thump on the back. Ricardo acknowledged the honour with an unexpressive nod, and immediately strode over to untie the dazed teenager from the table. He then sat her up, firmly grasped hold of her left wrist, and manoeuvred her off the table. As her bare feet touched the concrete floor, Lauren failed to suppress a tiny grunt of arousal. She was excited at the implacability and directness of Ricardo manner: she was, unmistakeably being, led off to her ravishment. Ricardo seemed to want to drag her out of the room with him, but Juan called for him to pause. "Pedro is going to bring your bed in here" he explained. Pedro, the lanky, grinning cop, loped off on his errand. Lauren stood in anticipation. She was still stark naked; Ricardo was still clutching her arm. She had a strong impression of being an object -- her vulnerable body a mere possession of these men. Juan reached down and picked up the belt. "You can get started" he added, giving Lauren's thigh a light, if insulting, flick with the belt, "by sucking my dick. Sorry, Ricardo. If you get to go first in her pussy, I get a little time with her face first. Is fair, no?" Ricardo chuckled. "No problem, boss." "But feel free to squeeze her titties while I get sucked!" Lauren listened to the men with abstracted horror as they casually divided up between them the sexual favours they were going to extract from her. She could only comply meekly, as if in a trance, as Juan ordered her to clamber back onto the heavy table. She knelt there on all fours. It seemed as if her tits were pointing in the direction her dignity was heading... "Get down, you stupid bitch!" Juan commanded, as he positioned himself in front of her face. Lauren very slowly lowered torso down until she was lying flat on her front, with her head jutting off the end of the table. "She's being a lee-tle slow, Ricardo" Juan commented, and he chucked over the belt over to him. "Teach her a lesson." As Juan unbuttoned his trousers, Ricardo duly wielded the belt, and started to bring it down, with force, on the unfortunate girl's butt. "WHOPPP!" Juan pulled down his underwear and his large, erect dick sprung into view, a couple of inches in front of Lauren's eyes. It was a terrifying, if tantalising sight. It was a small mercy that, for the time being, at least, she would only have to take it in her mouth. "WHOPPP!" "Please don't hurt me" Lauren begged. "No waiting around when we tell you to do something." Juan stated. "WHOPP!" Lauren's backside was now stinging like mad. "I'm sorry" offered Lauren. Ricardo paused, but Juan motioned for him to continue. "I'm sorry, Sir" sighed Lauren, exasperated. This seemed to do the trick, as Juan grinned in evil satisfaction at his assistant. "Suck me", he told her. Lauren now scrambled forward, eager to avoid being accused of hesitating, and opened her mouth wide around the throbbing head of her abuser's penis. But she did pause, ever so momentarily, before making contact. The smell that filled her nostrils was sharp, and as disgusting as she had imagined. She had a sense that this was, for her, an important threshold. As her tongue touched the edge of the glans, and her lips gently brushed against the shaft of the cock, this educated English teenager sensed she had attained a new level of personal degradation. Lauren began to tentatively lick at Juan's manhood, her mouth limply clasped around the end of the engorged member. She was now a whore to these filthy perverts, paying for her freedom with her body. Every so often she felt the dick pop out of her mouth and she was forced to clownishly writhe around on the table to meet it again as it slipped away. What a pathetic sight she must be presenting! Indeed, after a while, Juan made it clear that he wasn't impressed. "More, more" he commanded impatiently, and motioned for Ricardo to give some encouragement. Two unforgiving belt-smacks to her ass were enough to signal to Lauren that she was going to have to give more than gentle caresses to the stinking penis at her lips. She forced the cock further into mouth so that it made her cheek bulge outwards. She started to gag a little; she felt Juan give her a patronising pat on the hair. Not wanting to be defeated (and fearing another belting) she gamely pushed herself back over Juan's cock, taking as much of him as she could manage. She started to slide her mouth obscenely back and forth, trying to stimulate as much of his cockmeat as she could. Juan grunted in appreciation. She must now be doing something right. She continued to bob up and down, stuffing the cock into her mouth. She shed a tear at the effort, and at the humiliation. Just then, she became aware of a weight on her back, and a pair of hands inserting themselves between her breasts and the table. Ricardo had clambered astride her, and was confidently fondling her tits. She felt a shameful pang of arousal at the contact of his hands with her erect nipples and her compressed breasts and the crude possessiveness of this forced imposition... by the man who was, she remembered, shortly to give her the first fuck of her life. A wave of heat was now overtaking her. Ricardo manipulated the teen's tits with expertise and determination. Lauren, pressed to the table and her mouth full with Juan's cock, was in no position to complain, in any sense. It felt like the desire to be fucked was being teased out of her. She now found she had to not only focus on pleasuring the perverted police commander at her bobbing head, but also to concentrate on not giving way to her animal urges - to stop herself from humping the table. But Ricardo then made this impossible. As if he could read her thoughts, he placed one hand under her cunt and simply left it there. His thumb merely touched against her clit. This was too much. Lauren, desperate for some relief, started to rub against Ricardo's hand with her pussy. Ricardo chuckled. And at that moment, Pedro was returning into the room, carrying a mattress above his head. He let out a cheer when he caught sight of the young woman on the table thrusting her groin about whilst furiously sucking his boss's cock and having one of her tits mauled by his colleague. Lauren inwardly sighed, and continued humping Ricardo's hand: what was there to lose now? She had already degraded herself beyond any redemption. On an animal level, she was enjoying her ravishment and the men knew it. She heard Pedro dump the mattress, and rush over to join in the assault. He decided to make his contribution by rhythmically and loudly slapping her thigh with his big hands, just behind where Ricardo was sitting on her. She carried on riding the latter's hand, writhing and bobbing around the cockmeat in her mouth... Shortly, she felt Juan's cock twitch. Was he going to...? Yes. With the cock jammed in deep, she felt hot jets of liquid fill her mouth. Juan groaned as the two other men cheered bestially. She felt herself gagging, and spluttering out sticky cum over her cheek and chin. Juan composed himself and ordered her to swallow. She could see no choice but to comply; to the side of the table, Pedro was waving the belt around in the air menacingly She had to struggle to get the sticky stuff down her throat; it took gulp after gulp. Then, humiliatingly, she was made to wipe the strands of cum and drool from her face with her hands, and eat that too. "All of it, slut." As she licked the semen from her fingers, she was looking forward to when her three days with these beasts would be up -- before she realised that she still had yet to endure her first rape. That was still to come. Her first time with a man. Her rape. To a woman with submissive fantasies, the concept -- the very word -- was loaded with all sorts of inappropriate, sensual overtones. Lauren pressed her eyes shut to shut out those thoughts. Again, as if he could read her mind, Ricardo, who was still astride the small of her back, lent forward and coarsely whispered to her: "Are you looking forward to my cock in your pussy?" "Of course she is!" answered Juan for her. "Take her Ricardo. Make her a woman." Ricardo virtually dragged Lauren off the table. He pulled the naked, fearful girl up to his still clothed frame, and held her tight. He was evidently savouring the moment. Lauren felt his erection press against her, and his breath against her face. He rubbed himself against her crudely. She was standing inanimately -- fighting her fear of what was to come, resisting any more arousal. Did she have to be so inactive, she wondered, now that her rape was inevitable? And now that they had twice seen her degrade herself by cumming at their hands? There was no real harm in playing up a little... "Come on then big boy", she whispered defiantly at Ricardo. "E! You like it girl! You like it!" cheered Pedro from the sidelines. The boss, Juan, looked less impressed; he picked up the belt and strode over menacingly. Ricardo said: "That's 'Senor' to you." He caressed her buttcheeks calmly. Juan was striding about next to them, waiving the belt around. "Yes, Senor" Lauren conceded, but with a hint of sarcasm and challenge in her voice. Juan bent over and muttered in her ear, manically: "Tell him: 'I want you to fuck me coz I'm a fucking cocksucking slutty cunt who needs a big hard cock in her slimey fuckhole!" For extra emphasis, he gave the girl three painful smacks with the belt on the back of her legs. Lauren started to say the words, but Juan interrupted her: "Look at my friend when you say it." Lauren duly eyeballed Ricardo and told him, in a quiet, frightened, but deliberate voice: "I want you to fuck me because I'm ... a slutty cunt .... of a cocksucker and I need a big hard cock in my slimey... fuckhole." Each degrading word, for Lauren, was like an evil tonic that reinvigorated her shameful sexual arousal. By the end of the sentence, she actually meant it. (Nobody complained that she had slightly garbled her lines.) "Get on the bed." Lauren lowered herself without much hesitation onto the tatty single mattress. Ricardo gently kicked apart her legs, so she was crudely on display as he got undressed before her. He pulled down his uniform trousers and underwear. As he unbuttoned his shirt, Lauren had a prime view of his manhood from below. She estimated it was nearly as long as Juan's, but appreciably wider. Lauren was both worried that she wouldn't be able to take it, and simultaneously hungry for it to fill her. His body was dark, hairy and muscular. This was a man who was disgusting, unworthy of her, yet about to have his way with her body. The thought itself made Lauren feel incredibly hot. Ricardo got down and pressed himself against her for a moment. Then, without any more warning, he forced his cock in. Lauren was surprised at how painful his entry was for her: although years of masturbation had worn down her hyman, her pussy had never had to accommodate anything so thick in her her life. She groaned unhappily. Ricardo took this as a sign to start fucking her. He ground himself into her with his thrusts. There was a determination in his blank expression. No cruelty -- but no pity either. The sensation of her tits suddenly being jolted around, the urgent creaks in the mattress, and the fact she could hardly catch her breath, gave the idea that it was her whole body, and not just her twat, being fucked by the short cop. Lauren in Mexico Ch. 02 But it was the painful, unworldly sensations of stretching and fullness in her pussy that took Lauren to another place. She started to howl in pain, but she knew that her "lover" would not be stopping until he had satiated himself. The sick, perverted voice in her head -- a character she hated more intensely than the men who were using her -- told her that this was what she wanted. That this was what she deserved. She was a filthy slut. A humiliation junky. The sort of girl who fantasised about this sort of thing. A disgraceful whore, who would do better to just to give in to her desires than to pretend to having any sort of dignity or worth... "No..." she breathed, softly. Ricardo almost seemed to ease off his pounding in sympathy with her inner battle. He adopted a steady rhythm, with deep thrusts. It was a big lie, she told herself. She didn't enjoy being raped. Of course, it was the worst possible thing in the world. After all, the fact she was moving her hips was surely just to make herself comfortable, not any sort of ... Oh no, Lauren realised: she was indeed moving her pelvis as she was being fucked. She was fucking her rapist back, drawing him in with her hips. Offering herself to this pig. She couldn't stop. "Mmmmm!" "You like me to fuck you?" Ricardo asked, redundantly. "You want my cock?" He softy beat at her jigging right tit with his palm, like a demented caveman, demanding an answer. Lauren started to sob at the emotion of it all. "Yes" she admitted, tearfully. There was an almost respectful cheer from the other two men. Her humiliation was complete. She was an admitted slut. A well educated English girl, supposedly with the world at her feet, a mind of her own and a future. But, in reality, she was nothing but a slut. A whore, well and truly in the service of these men. At this, Ricardo went over the edge. She felt, with horror, the semen burst into her unprotected womb. Like all sluts, probably, she reasoned dejectedly, she had not even thought about asking the man to use a condom. Too late to worry about that now. It was a terrible end to her first experience of sex. She hadn't even cum... Oh really, she caught herself, angrily: was that all she cared about? Ricardo withdrew. She thought there was something deliciously disgusting about the sight of his hairy, sweaty frame clambering over her fair, supple skin... But she then saw with horror that Pedro was immediately taking his place. Pedro, who had already undressed, crouched over her on the mattress. He was smoother than Ricardo; his tall, if hungry-looking, muscular body reminded her of a greyhound. Pre-cum glistened at the end of his improbably long cock. "Please... use a condom!" Lauren begged, hoarsely. She almost had the breath knocked out of her in shock at the hard slap she received to her cheek. "Is my love-juice not good enough for you, you stuck-up bitch!?" Pedro was furious. He slapped her again, and again, in quick succession. Lauren blinked and gasped. Her face stung like mad. Defeated, she said: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just fuck me." "Show me how much you want my cock." Pedro palmed her cheek again, this time with less force, to emphasise his control over the helpless girl. Lauren inwardly sighed. She held Pedro's manhood, and guided it into her slick and sticky hole. She then put her arms around his strong torso and pulled him close. She was covered by his long body; her face was pressed against the matted hair of his chest. Pedro obliged by ramming the full length of his dick into her, and duly began to fuck her, urgently. The mattress springs squealed as he pummelled up and down with his hips. Lauren realised that this is was what she needed at this moment. The assault of the pounding cock inside her was painful and humiliating, yet she was overcome with a wave of sexual pleasure. It was a tingling feeling that vaguely reminded her of the sensation of lowering herself into a hot bath, or using one of those massage chairs in a department store. She let out a long, degrading: "Ahhhhhhhh!" Pedro started to slap her thigh as he continued to ram himself in and out of her abused pussy. Lauren shamelessly pulled him towards her again and humped herself against his rutting dick. Her two earlier orgasms at the hands of these men had been shocking, torn out of her; she had barely anticipated them. This one was different: she was steadily ascending to climax, as if being whisked up a broad flight of steps. "Ah yesss!" "Ay!!" Lauren and her rapist came at the same time, her arms around his back. She felt the jets of slimy semen entering her pussy with a sense of dejection. She could just about deal with the humiliation of being fucked and made to cum by these peasant men, but the thought of bearing their children was obviously unthinkable. (Pedro slobbered stupidly over her cheek and neck in mock appreciation before getting up, as if to underline the point.) Would she need to get an abortion when she got home? Would her parents find out about what had happened to her? At the thought of her family, Lauren suddenly felt very homesick and started to blubber. She was a long way from home, caught in a dangerous and uncertain situation, tired, and sticky with the stinking cum of these three men who planned to carry on fucking her for the next three days. She was also now, she realised, extremely hungry, not having eaten anything but Juan's semen since she was dragged out of bed in the early morning. Juan, who had redressed himself, came over to the mattress and knelt down to offer the exhausted teenager his handkerchief. Lauren accepted it reproachfully, and wiped away tears, snot and cum from her face. He said: "Come on, lets get some lunch." He then crudely indicated for her to roll over onto her front with a couple of kicks of his boot. A few more small kicks about her arms and legs showed Lauren, who allowed herself to be positioned thus with a sigh, that he wanted her on her hands and knees. Another, sharper, kick to the butt told her to start crawling, like a dog, across the rough concrete floor. And in this way, Lauren was led out of the room. It was hard for her to comprehend the fact that she had three more days of this treatment to endure before she would be set free. Lauren in Mexico "Now take off you clothes". Juan ordered. Lauren began to comply. She slowly pulled her top off over her head, then slipped off her trainers, and then unbuttoned her shorts and let these fall to the ground. She went to gather up her clothes, but these were rudely kicked away to the side of the room by Pedro. She wanted to protest, but bit her lip. She stood to attention. Was that enough? "All of them." Juan said, with annoyance. "Really?" Lauren asked, with terror in her voice. Juan and Ricardo nodded in unison. Lauren tried to pretend the men were not there as she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, and then rolled her panties off her waist so that they also dropped to the floor. She covered her sex with her hands. She saw both Juan and Ricardo look with lust at her figure, at her ample, perfectly-formed breasts. "Hands at your sides!" This time the order came from Ricardo. Lauren was now bright red as she complied. Her pussy, its light brown hair neatly trimmed was on full display to the men. Ricardo rose. "Ricardo will now search you for any contraband, for drugs you may have" Juan announced. Ricardo leisurely moved to position himself directly in front of Lauren. He was about the same height as her but with muscular arms and large hands. His mestizo face was round and blank. He placed his hands around the front and underside of Lauren's boobs as if to weigh them. He then began to tug at the breasts and squeeze them... "Hey!" Lauren suddenly shouted, stepped back, and moved to push Ricardo away sharply. She was being felt up, not searched! Ricardo stood firm although he released his hands. Just then, Lauren felt a blow to her hip which seemed like she had been struck by a car. Pedro had smashed into her with his baton. Lauren dropped to the floor wailing, clutching her hip. "Aggghhh!" She had not been seriously hurt, but the shock was tremendous. Moreover, Pedro now rushed round and was brandishing his baton as if he were about to strike her on her head. "Please, nooo! I'll co-operate" Lauren whimpered. Juan dragged her to her feet. "Your breasts must be searched thoroughly to ensure that you are not using implants to hide more drugs. This is very common" he explained. Lauren now stood, still smarting from the blow, utterly shocked at the violence inflicted upon her. She was shaking like a frightened animal in the clutches of its predator. "Let me warn you also, Miss Parker, that we will need to search you internally to make sure that you are not hiding your drugs there. Do you understand: we will soon put fingers into your pussy and in your ass?" Lauren did not respond but simply stared ahead. She was now battling to stop her mind from thinking masochist thoughts, from taking pleasure in her humiliating predicament. With horror, she sensed that her twat was beginning to lubricate itself. "If you are violent again to my officers, you will be met with force." Juan concluded, before returning to his seat. Ricardo returned to manipulating her breasts. He alternately rolled the plump globes around in a rhythmic fashion and firmly stroked at areola, whilst brushing against her nipples. Lauren closed her eyes, and desperately tried to close down the warm feelings she was experiencing over her abject humiliation, but found herself letting out a whimper of pleasure. The men muttered words in Spanish, which Lauren (correctly) guessed were to the effect of "What a slut!". Ricardo increased the pressure he was applying with his fingers and increased the tempo of his rubbing. As the abuse continued she opened her eyes. Ricardo was licking his thick lips in lust. Lauren was disgusted and, and as she feared, her disgust turned her on even more. Her cunt was now soaking wet. This was awful! After a while, Ricardo ceased rubbing the teenager's boobs, let out a snort of derision and walked over to a filing cabinet at the side of the room. Juan remained seated, although she spotted for the first time that he was sporting an large erection, visible through his uniform trousers. For the first time it occurred to her: did these policemen actually mean to rape her? Lauren found herself nearly cumming at the thought. She close her eyes again and tried to remain still. She reopened her eyes a moment later to see Ricardo approaching whilst putting on a latex glove. He seemed to be suppressing an obscene grin as he did so. He strode up to her, his face a few inches away from her own. "Put your hands behind your head" called out Juan. Lauren tentatively complied. As her fingers locked behind her head, she felt Ricardo push his finger firmly into her pussy. Lauren jolted and nearly let out another sigh, but restrained herself. "It will be over soon..." she told herself, and tried to focus on avoiding showing any signs of her arousal. She felt the latexed finger being steadily pushed further into her vaginal tract; further, it felt, than she herself went when masturbating. Her pussy was by now well lubricated: there was no pain. Only humiliation and shame. This crude, sleazy Mexican, was, Lauren realised, the first man to feel the insides of her cunt. The intruding finger then remained still for a moment. A grin flickered on Ricardo's face. Then, in an instant, he started frigging Lauren with his digit, applying pressure to her vaginal wall as he did so. At the same time she felt pressure being applied by his thumb to... to her clit!! Which was already throbbing from her arousal. Ricardo was masturbating the poor, rigid, helpless girl. As soon as Lauren realised what was going on, she appreciated that all pretence that she was being "searched" had been dropped. She was being finger-fucked in front of two other men. As much as she was getting off on this ("oh, God it's good..." she thought), she knew she must put an end to it. "St- stop!" Lauren exclaimed, with as much authority as she could muster – her voice trembling as much because she was in two minds between extracting herself from the abuse and simply surrendering and enjoying the warm feelings that were enveloping her. "You ... you can't do this!" She was half-disappointed when Ricardo interrupted his skilful masturbation, and withdrew his finger. With horror, she saw that Ricardo was examining the slime from her own aroused pussy that now coated the latex with quiet amusement. Juan addressed her firmly: "You must be searched. You have two choices: either Ricardo here can investigate your holes, or we will allow you to do so with your own hands according to our orders." Juan paused. "If you refuse to be searched at all, a record will be made of the fact and the court will treat this very seriously and add at least 1 year to your sentence." (This was, of course, all nonsense that Juan was making up on the spot, but it sounded plausible enough to young Lauren.) "OK. I will search myself" Lauren offered, still shell-shocked and humiliated by her public fingering. Ricardo pulled another pair of latex gloves and thrust them into Lauren's hands. He returned to his seat. Juan slouched down in his. "Come" he barked, with an aggressive beckoning motion of his head. Lauren shuffled forward slowly, but Pedro rushed over to manhandle her to a spot in front of the two seated men, no more than an inch from their boots. There was a pause. The seated men glared at the naked, confused girl. Lauren sighed and pulled the rubber glove onto her right hand. Another pause. "You can lick it if you want" Juan said. He was met with a momentary look of confusion. "For lubrication" he explained. As he said this, he placed his hand on his crotch, casually and vulgarly, grasping around his 'package' and giving his cock a couple of strokes through his uniform. Lauren realised she would need to perform the suggested oral lubrication, otherwise she would be necessarily admitting to her own grotesque arousal. (There was no sense in pointing out, she thought wryly, that Ricardo had not taken any similar precaution.) She opened her mouth slightly and gingerly placed her finger in. Juan and Ricardo gave each other filthy, amused looks. At this point, her sense of her abject humiliation mounted, as did her arousal. She was so hot she could barely breathe. Lauren felt foolish as she licked her rubbered fore-finger. She removed it and tried to hold it casually before her, her head bowed looking down at it. Perhaps they would now give up this ridiculous game and take her to her cell... "Inse-r-rt it into your pussy hole" Juan ordered. Lauren took a deep breath and steeled herself. She then complied, letting out a gasp as she did so. God, her vagina was wet! "All the way..." Juan said in an irritated tone. Lauren forced her fore-finger further into her hole. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought! She was naked, and fingering herself in front of two foreign policemen. How the fuck had this come about? Juan sat forward in his seat so that his head was a matter of centimetres from Lauren's private parts; he furrowed his black, bushy brow. "No. No. This will be no good search at all" he declared. "Lauren. Your hands are so small. You must use two fingers." Lauren sighed. She pulled out her finger, and struck two fingers into her cunt in a rapid motion. Let's get this over with, she thought.... "Now, rub up against your vagina like this." Juan demanded, lewdly demonstrating the motion he expected Lauren to adopt with his own fore- and middle- fingers. The thought - again - occurred to Lauren that the police couldn't possibly be allowed to do this. This was against her human rights! She removed her fingers from her slick pussy. "You pervert!" she exclaimed, and gave a kick to the leg of Juan's wooden seat. Quick as flash, Pedro grasped hold of her right arm with one hand and raised his other arm to strike her chest with his black baton. "No! No! Please!" Lauren wailed. She saw the aggression in Pedro's face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll do as you ask. Please..." The anticipated blow did not come, but the tension remained. "Pedro," Juan said, coolly: "handcuff this young ah-nimal's feet together." Pedro swiftly attached gleaming cuffs to her ankles as she stood trembling, and withdrew to his sentry position. The hotness of her bondage, her absurd situation – her feet chained together as she stood naked before these men, about to be forced to masturbate herself – "to finger-fuck" herself, she thought lewdly - now threatened to send Lauren over the edge. This was just too close to her shameful fantasies. She was openly whimpering, her mouth ajar, her head tilted back, her gaze fixed at a point in the distance a few feet above Juan's shoulder... She hadn't yet come, but she could no longer hide her arousal – no longer control herself. She needed to touch herself, and, of course, soon would. Her humiliation was nearly complete... A moment passed. Evidently, this was to allow Juan to gorge himself on the sight, to drink in his control over this silly English teenage girl. "Begin" he commanded. Lauren pushed two fingers into her sopping pussy (she had to stop herself from forcing three in for good measure, such was her desire to bring her arousal to a climax). Slowly – gingerly – she started to move her fingers around inside her. In a vain attempt to try to take her mind off her arousal, she imagined that she was performing an actual search for hidden drugs. If she could just cover every part of her vaginal wall with her fingers, then, she confusedly reasoned, surely this would be enough for the policemen? "Mmm" Laura let out, as her digits pressed and slid around inside her cunt. She tried very hard not to move her hips, which desperately wanted to move. "Faster!" demanded Juan, slapping his thigh as he did so. How could she search herself effectively by moving her fingers any faster, Lauren thought blearily, for a moment, before she checked herself. Don't be silly, she thought, he doesn't care about hidden drugs – he just wants me to finger-fuck myself. But if I don't do it, they'll beat me again. With this in mind, she complied. She started to masturbate herself determinedly. There was no point preserving herself from shame any longer. She let out a low groan, as she imagined what a sight she must be presenting to the suited, booted men slouching in their seats straight before her. Her hips began to sway as she frigged herself, and (she realised with shame) rubbed at her clit with her remaining fingers. She felt like a cross-between a stripper and some sort of sexual circus freak. She was about to orgasm. "Ahhhhh..... please!...... aghhhh!" "Faster" Juan said with affected weariness. Neither he, nor Ricardo, could help but rub their cocks. As Lauren switched her masturbation from 'intense', to what could be called 'furious', she came. "Oooooooohhh!" she exclaimed as she very obviously cummed in front of the men, and then collapsed to her knees. "Enough, you slut" muttered Juan, as Lauren swayed on her knees at his feet, breathing heavily. "Take her to the bench", he ordered his subordinates. Ricardo and Pedro grabbed the girl and dragged her to a heavy wooden table along the side of the room. "No, no, no!" exclaimed Lauren, panicking as she was hoisted up onto the table by her legs and arms, assuming that they were now going to rape her. "Silence, puta!" boomed Juan. We are now going to check your ass for drugs. "This time, try to keep your excitement down, maybe?" he added sarcastically. "No, stop! Please, let me speak to my lawyer... to my parents. You've got to let me call someone...." Lauren pleaded as she was man-handled onto her naked front on-top of the table, her legs dangling off the end. Juan picked up her T-shirt from the earlier discarded pile of clothes, held it between two hands and span it round to roll it up, before forcing the roll into Lauren's mouth in a quick manoeuvre before she appreciated what was going on, and tied it behind the back of her head. "Mmiiiiiiii!!!" , screamed Lauren muffled by the makeshift gag. Pedro and worked quickly to handcuff each of her legs to the table, and her hands behind her back. Not again, thought Lauren wearily, in relation to her rising arousal. She was helplessly tied up – just like her fantasies. "Stupid girl! You are going to be searched. This is normal procedure." Pedro pulled on a rubber glove, and applied some gell – lubricant – out of a can. He then stepped around to behind Lauren's legs and ass. Before Lauren could prepare herself, she felt a fat finger firmly rubbing around the edge of her asshole for a second or two, before being equally firmly plunging into the teenager's ass. "Arrrrghhhh!" Lauren felt the inside of her ass being uncomfortably, albeit slowly, stretched by the giant policeman's probing finger. The pain itself was bearable, but she felt utterly shamed and defeated as the sense took hold that there was, now, no part of her body that was outside the clutches of these men. She had no privacy left. What was worse, was the fact that she was feeling so aroused she had to strain not to hump her hips against the table-top... What was wrong with her, she wondered wretchedly? She began to cry, silently into to the T-shirt stuff stuffed into her jaw as the huge man looking behind her casually poked around in her shit-hole. Eventually, Pedro withdrew his finger from her ass and disposed of the glove. The three men exchanged some words in Spanish, and then, to Lauren's surprise, made to leave the room. As they exited, Juan called back: "You will wait here for an hour. When we come back you will be charged by the prosecutor." A dazed, sobbing Lauren was left naked and alone in the stifling room – her arms locked behind her back and her legs cuffed to the table, her still mouth gagged with her own T-shirt– to contemplate her fate. To be continued...