Janet Roland

The whore makers

CHAPTER ONE

Vivian Long's shapely tits heaved with anticipation as she looked out the window of flight two twenty-seven, bound for Benito Juarez International Airport. She ran her fingers lazily across the smooth sensuous skin of her thigh and found herself thinking about the not-too-distant future when she would be united with her first and only lover, Max North.

The sun reflected off the blue-green water of the Gulf of Mexico and Vivian hoped she looked her best; subconsciously she touched her long blonde hair in the way a woman does when she thinks of her appearance.

The flight from Bogota had been pleasant and without incident, yet Vivian felt a pang of apprehension as the plane approached its destination. It wasn't often that she disobeyed her father, and whenever she did, as she was about to, guilt cast its shadow across her mind.

Come on, Vivian, she thought, you're a big girl now. At eighteen you have to start making some decisions for yourself.

For the last year, the girl had been going to school in Bogota, Colombia, studying anthropology and mastering Spanish. Her father, Senator Joseph Long, had sent her there as a direct result of her love affair with Max. He had said she was too young to understand life and that the strictness of a traditional education in South America would do her a world of good. After several violent arguments, she was forced to give in; her father had a way of getting what he wanted. The two young lovers had been separated by thousands of miles, but managed to keep the fire alive with long, passionate letters and small gifts on special occasions. They had weathered the storm of time, and would shortly be united again, in Old Juarez.

Father will never know I left Bogota a few days early so I could see Max, Vivian assured herself. She was in love and wanted to be with the man to whom she had given her cherry.

Looking at the reflecting light from the gulf made Vivian's eyes tired. She sat back in the luxury of her first-class accommodations and reminisced about her lover.

Max was a strong and handsome young man, a bronco rider by profession. They had met in El Paso during Rodeo Week, a time of excitement and adventure for all the young people of the community. She had sat in the stands and watched in awe as the riders performed their stunts of daring to the roar of the crowd. She had been thrilled, like everyone else, by the startling exploits of the National Bronco Champion, Max North, as he was victorious in one event after another. He was a superb specimen of manhood and the favorite of every woman in the stands. Vivian was in love with him even before they met.

During the entire week the city of El Paso was alive with festivity. But the last night of the week was the best; all the events were over, and the riders mingled freely in the bars and dancehalls. It was on this night that the two young lovers met, at the victory party thrown by the mayor for all the contestants in the rodeo.

Vivian had been standing with her cousin Alice when Max approached them. She remembered how shy he seemed off a horse and how at a loss for words he was when Alice introduced them. She knew him from the year before. The conversation was carried on mostly by the girls, with Max just standing and nodding his head in response to their questions, or answering with an occasional "yup". He was the real solemn type, and Vivian fell in love instantly. She found it difficult to restrain her emotions when he asked them if they would like to join him at the table of honor. After that, she followed him around for the rest of the night like a puppy.

The party ended and Vivian and her cousin went home. She never expected to hear from the tall, good-looking cowboy again, and for a few days just moped about trying to recover from her first disappointment with love.

Despair turned to pleasure three days later. A letter from Max; he was in love with her, couldn't live without her, and had to see her. Vivian found it like a dream come true, her Romeo was ready to swoop her up in his arms and carry her off into the night. They arranged a meeting and spent a pleasant day together and an even more enjoyable night.

Max was staying at one of the better hotels in the downtown section of the city, and it was there that she first felt the warmth of his breath as it passed from his nose and bathed her cheeks. It was there that she first felt his lips pressing on her eyes and lips. He had kissed her hungrily, and used his hands to build the fire in her, making the fluid in her young pussy trickle freely. He made her tits swell and her proud nipples harder than she thought possible. He had gently undressed her, soothing her every virginal fear.

He remained constant even after they were in bed together, kissing her tits softly, covering them one after the other with his lips and sucking the hard nipples. His eyes showed nothing but respect as he gazed at her naked thighs, the thin down of her parted pussylips, the moist tender flesh inside that they revealed. He had sat back to view her full naked body and she had been unable to control herself. Her naked thighs and hips twisted and writhed under his gaze. Max had put his hands on her leg and stroked her up and down, over her belly, across her thighs, and over the satiny flesh of her ass. He had made her want to open up to him so that he could see everything. He made her want his stiff, hard cock.

Vivian's pussy was getting wet just thinking of the man she would soon see again. She groaned at the memory of her tongue passing over his lips and into his mouth while he lifted her legs wide open and let them fall to the side. Her cunt had leaked onto her inner thighs and stained the sheet under them. She was on fire and couldn't stand it; she wanted to scream "FUCK ME", but hadn't. Instead she reached for his cock. She had felt it, strong and hard, in his pants and wildly tried to expose the stiff tool. He had only chuckled and undressed himself, quickly rejoining her on the bed.

He was near her and she had felt his cock slide along her inner thigh to the lips of her pussy. She took her arms and wrapped them around her lover's neck while she pushed the hot oily meat of her cunt up against his cock. In an instant his cock had burst past her cherry and lodged in her quivering twat. She had gasped loudly, but the pain was less than she had expected, and soon turned into ecstasy as her lover thrust his rigid prick in and out of her slick hot hole, rubbing along her swollen clit. His hand had traveled under her ass and spread the cheeks, making her open wider than she had ever thought possible.

Vivian's body had reacted like a bomb! One explosion after another had made her whimper and cry out while her cunt seemed to be sucking on Max's cock with a mind of its own. Wantonly she bucked up against him as his prick slammed repeatedly to the depths of her pussy, making the bliss of her first orgasm rush over her. She humped and cried out wildly.

Then, just as suddenly, she had heard him cry out, bucking hard and fast. His prick thudded against the back of her cunt, shooting his hot load into her, mixing their slippery sex juices in her cunt. She had spent the whole night in heaven.

For a time they were able to keep their lives apart, meeting once or twice a week to ease the love and passion they felt for one another. But soon they were seeing more and more of each other, so much that her father had insisted on her going to school in Bogota.

"Flight two twenty-seven will be landing in Juarez in about twenty minutes," the voice of the captain announced over the intercom, interrupting Vivian's thoughts. "Will all passengers please resume their seats and fasten the landing belts. Thank you."

"Twenty minutes and I can see Max," she murmured, hooking up her belt, elated at the prospects of feeling his hard cock thrust lovingly into her tight tender snatch. She fidgeted slightly at the thought and could feel the moistness that was already slowly trickling out of her aching cunt.

Vivian reached down on the floor by her seat and picked up her purse. Opening it, she took out her compact, flipped it open, and checked the make-up around her lovely green eyes. It was perfect. She wanted everything to be perfect for this reunion; after all, they had a year of loving to make up for!

CHAPTER TWO

Raul Hernandez sipped his coffee slowly and rested his weight on the glass candy counter of the main souvenir stand in Benito Juarez International Airport, standing with one foot against the sturdy structure and leaning backwards. He was a familiar sight at the airport; his lean well-trimmed body and pleasant smile along with his casual dress helped hide the fact that he was really a member of the Federal Judicial Police, more commonly referred to as Federales.

The reasons for standing on this spot were twofold. The first was its central location; Raul could see everything he felt was important to a special narcotics officer: the baggage area for incoming flights and the Mexican Customs Inspection Area for incoming tourists. The second was a reward linked with the first: he could see all the glamorous women from all over the world as they descended on his city, Juarez.

Raul checked his watch. It was two-thirty; only ten more minutes and the flight he was waiting for should taxi up and unload its passengers. Only ten more minutes and he could earn forty thousand pesos from old Juan Maximillian as well as produce another gringo for the prison system. Today the game of Mordida – "scratching itchy palms" – would pay a double dividend, truly a rare occurrence.

As a member of the Federales Raul held a position of power and respect. It had always been the custom of those in power in Mexico to procure extra money by selling the influence they possessed. After all, how else could they be expected to live in the standards their responsibilities demanded? Surely it wasn't possible on the salary the government paid. The system was as old as time, and worked well, so there were no feelings of guilt when someone took money when it was offered.

If I can do a few more big favors this year, I'll have enough to buy the title of Capitan sooner than I thought! The prospect of so much money for so little work was making Raul impatient. He wanted the flight to arrive so he could at rest the girl Juan was paying him to arrest and go about the more pleasurable duties of his job. Like sampling some of the young cunt at the local cantinas where he sold his protection from any local hassles about the pot and cocaine the owners offered freely to customers who purchased the favors of one or more of the lovely ladies who worked for them.

The girl's name was Vivian Long, and Raul knew her father was a United States Senator. But it didn't matter to him; the man's power and influence was across the border, and he would be hard-pressed to prove that his daughter had been set up for a narcotics bust. After all, old Juan was very smart; the cocaine had already been planted in Bogota by the same source who had found out the girl was going to land at Juarez. All he had to do was to open Vivian's overnight bag and open a can of dental powder to find her "stash". The girl could protest to God Himself and it would do no good. She was now guilty of a crime against the government of Mexico and would be punished according to the law.

Raul was just finishing his coffee as flight two twenty-seven taxied into view. He set the empty cup down and made his way to the customs station where he was immediately approached by a heavy-set uniformed guard. It was Pedro Polma, a man of about forty who, like himself, was a federal official.

"Hello, Raul!" the older man bellowed, extending his meaty hand. "What brings you to my lowly station today?"

"Hello, Pedro," Raul said, returning the greeting and accepting the hand. "I have information that a young woman is going to try to smuggle some contraband past your inspection area." The two men had worked together well in the past and for that reason Raul was very respectful of his station. He knew Pedro would play the Mordida game with him and would give way to the special search he wanted to conduct.

"Well, if that is true, I'll find her," Pedro answered, knowing that it was Raul who wanted the credit for the arrest.

"I knew you could do the job by yourself," Raul's voice was thick as he tried to make his flattery sound sincere. "But let me show you something." He reached into his back pocket and produced a large official identification which he opened. Inside were his photo and badge along with two large fifty-peso notes.

"Oh, yes… I see. Surely you will help me in finding this woman who would so flagrantly violate our laws!" Pedro's words were soft as he removed the bills and stuffed them into his pocket, handing the identification back to his benefactor.

The tourists were beginning to trickle into the Mexican Customs Inspection Area with their baggage. Raul tensed his large brown eyes, scanning each person as they entered the door. He had been shown two recent photos of the girl, with her long blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. He was sure she was lovelier than her pictures.

Suddenly he saw her. She was outside the glass door, waiting in line, her bright-blue miniskirt showing off the softness of her lovely legs. She stood unsuspecting of any of the drama that was about to descend into her life.

"That's her, the one in the blue!" Raul said to Pedro as he put his identification back in to his rear pocket.

"She's some looker, Raul," Pedro answered as the two men walked over to the long brown table where luggage was checked along with the passports and customs declarations. "I hope you let me do some of the interrogating." He chuckled as they arrived.

"It just might be arranged," Raul smiled, watching as the girl entered the room, sealing her fate.

There were five other customs agents working feverishly to process the tourists. They were stamping passports, opening bags for the quick look, and asking if anyone had anything to declare. The operation was quick and smooth.

Pedro opened a new spot just as Vivian's turn was about to come. The short heavy man smiled as the girl produced her passport and two bags. He was stamping her papers and asking all the necessary questions as Raul looked through her bags. Vivian answered the questions and hardly noticed when Raul produced a can of tooth powder from her overnight bag. After only a sniff of the contents, he bent and whispered into the older man's ear. With a perfect piece of acting, Pedro shook his head in disbelief.

"Not one so lovely as this!" he said with a look of amazement on his face for the benefit of the tourists and other customs agents.

"Young lady, will you please step on this side of the counter," Pedro requested in his most authoritative voice.

Vivian responded by doing as she was told. She had no reason to be suspicious in the least of the men. All she wanted was to get out of the customs department and find Max in the main lobby of the airport. Her pussy was still hot from the thoughts she had had on the plane and she wanted her lover to soothe the need.

She followed the two men as they led her to the back of the large room and through a door into a section of smaller offices. A slight tingle of apprehension was building up inside of her, a secret sense was trying to tell her something. During the entire walk neither of them said anything to her and she asked them nothing. Father could have found out about my leaving Bogota a few days early and asked the Mexican government to shepherd me to Washington, she thought to herself, dismissing the instant of fear with a shrug.

The three stopped in front of a small, sparsely furnished office.

"Would you kindly have a seat," Raul said, motioning to the inside of the room.

Again Vivian did as she was told without any real thought about the circumstances she found herself involved in. She was too used to the security of her father's power to worry about being afoul of the law anywhere. She crossed the room and took the seat on the visitor's side of the desk and began to look about. There were no pictures on the walls, and no rugs on the floor. The only furnishings were the desk and two chairs.

The only thing Vivian was certain about was that she was very horny. All she really wanted to feel was Max's cock slamming deep into her wet warm cunt. She squirmed in the seat as her panties rubbed against the tender lips of her pussy, sending a shiver of desire sweeping across her body. Oh! Please hurry, she found herself wishing as the seconds ticked by.

Pedro shifted his weight and looked into Raul's eyes as they stood outside the office. It was obvious that there was something on his mind that was not strictly official business and he was quick to make his point.

"That girl is so young and lovely it would be a shame to send her to those swine at the Procuraduria so soon," he said, rubbing his hands together in a slightly nervous fashion.

"And just what do you have in mind?" Raul asked his chunky associate, knowing just how depraved the man could be; he had been told things at the cantina. Normally he would have ignored Pedro's reference to the Procuraduria and taken the girl for interrogation, but she was very lovely and he was eager to hear what the older man had to suggest.

"You know as well as I what is going to happen once she is passed into the hands of those bastards. They will rape her until her cunt is big enough for a donkey." Pedro was hoping he could get to fuck the girl before she was spirited away from the airport.

"That is none of your affair. Whatever the Federal Judicial Police do is official government business." Raul wanted to extract a debt of gratitude from the older man. He knew what he was going to suggest and felt the need for a fuck himself.

"Raul, I want to help you. I could have one of the men type up a confession for smuggling three ounces of cocaine and we could convince her to sign it. Just think how much more fun the boys down at the Procuraduria could have if the work were done for them. It would make you very popular with them and me." Pedro had just committed himself to doing Raul a favor, but he didn't care. All this talk had made him horny to sink his prick into the gringo's warm soft pussy.

"Okay, Pedro. Have one of your men type up a confession and well see what we can do with the little honey," Raul said with a smile. He was very happy with himself; in just one day he had made a lot of money, arrested a gringo girl with a very important father, made Pedro owe him a debt of gratitude, and now was going to get laid by the same lovely girl he had just arrested.

"I'll be back with the confession as quickly as my old legs will let me travel," the older man promised as he started down the hall towards the door by which the three had entered. "Save some for me!" he shouted over his shoulder as he hurried off.

Raul just smiled and opened the door to where the girl was waiting. He avoided looking at her as he entered the room and sat down behind the desk. He knew the girl was from a very wealthy family and that she wasn't used to any kind of abuse or mistreatment.

I wonder how long it will take to get her to sign the confession? he thought as he lit up a cigarette and casually rested his feet on top of the desk. For the first time he looked at her face and saw just how sensuous the girl really was and found himself hoping she would struggle hard. He liked women with spirit.

Vivian felt herself cringe under the gaze of the evil-looking Mexican. His large brown eyes pierced to the very depths of her soul. All sorts of questions rushed through her mind as she watched her guard blow smoke rings and leer. Her pussy was still hot. She wanted to be with Max.

Raul was the first to break the silence. He stood and stretched to his full height, flexing his muscles as he spoke in an extremely gruff tone.

"Do you know why you're here, little girl?"

"No." Vivian's voice was on the verge of quaking. For the first time since she had entered the room she felt threatened. This man was as big as her own Max and not very friendly and the way he had called her a "little girl" was very strange in itself.

Raul felt a surge of power as he paced the floor in front of the girl, inhaling deeply on his cigarette. The tone of her voice was enough to insure that he was in total command of the situation. She was helplessly lost in her new surroundings. Vivian Long would do whatever he desired by the time he was ready to transfer her to the Procuraduria. Of this he was certain.

"You're being held for investigation by the Federal Judicial Police. The charge is smuggling three ounces of cocaine!" Raul stopped directly in front of his prey, his voice expressing total authority and the ever-increasing power he felt surging over him.

Vivian was shocked at the accusation. She had never used drugs or been connected with anyone who had. She was certain there was some mistake, and that her father would be able to set things straight immediately.

"Sir," she began, her voice surer now than before she had known what the problem was, "I've never used drugs of any sort or tried to smuggle anything. My father is a United States Senator, and if you'll call him, he'll help you straighten things out."

Raul only laughed and reached out, touching her long straight blonde hair, feeling the strands between his fingers.

"I'm a proper young lady!" she said, her voice stronger than it had ever been. This strange man's actions were so quick that she hadn't had time to be scared. Instinctively she pushed his hand away and stood.

Raul stopped laughing and backhanded the girl, knocking her off her feet. He looked at the soft whiteness of her thighs as she lay, puzzled over the abrupt violence. He could see the clean whiteness of her panties; her miniskirt had risen high up her legs. He flicked his cigarette on the floor and crushed it menacingly under his foot.

Vivian was dazed by the blow. No one had ever struck her in her entire life, not even her father! She was afraid to move as she watched this man, whose name she didn't even know, move forward and tower over her.

Raul reached down and jerked Vivian up by the hair until she was on her knees in front of him and smacked her again across the mouth. He was surprised at the enjoyment he was deriving from making her cower with fear.

Vivian's head jerked from the blow, but was restrained by quick tugging of her hair. She had never experienced anything like this before, and could only react with fear and tears. The room was spinning and she was completely confused.

"You are in the custody of the Federal Judicial Police and will do what is commanded of you. You are a smuggler and a whore and your father can do nothing to help you," Raul said as he reached down and touched the helpless girl's tits, pushing hard against her jugs with one massive hand, still keeping her hair firmly grasped with the other. He was sexually excited by the sheer dominance he held over the girl.

"Please… you're hurting me!" Vivian sobbed. Her head was still spinning and the new advances of her tormentor added tremendously to her fear. She was trembling, scared to resist any further because of his overwhelming strength.

Raul felt Vivian's nipples growing hard under his grinding caress. Her body was responding against its will.

"You little tramp," he hissed at her and spat in her face. "You're going to sign a confession of your crime and do whatever I tell you!"

Vivian found the spray of spit and the continued pawing of her tits completely humiliating. She was sure that this man was insane and that for her own safety it was best to do everything he said. All she could do was nod her head in consent and hope she would meet some official who was in complete command of his faculties.

"Good," Raul whispered, his voice husky with desire. The fact that he was master of the moment added to his excitement. Without warning he stopped touching her tits and pulled down the zipper of his pants, revealing an erect prick.

"Oh, my God!" Vivian gasped at the sight of his pulsing hard-on. She had never seen a cock so big; it was at least eight inches of throbbing meat with a massive purple head. She flinched and for the first time tried desperately to struggle.

"Suck, you bitch!" he ordered, increasing the pressure on her hair and smacking her again. Power was sending Raul to new heights of desire, and he wanted to humiliate her even further by forcing her to give him a blow job.

Vivian shrieked as he pushed his erect cock against her soft cheeks, and she was immediately sent reeling under another slapping blow. Tears of shame and humiliation were running down her face as the futility of her struggle became clear. She had no choice. She would have to suck this Mexican's cock, a thing she hadn't even done with Max.

Raul pulled Vivian's hair as hard as he could, forcing her head back until her mouth opened wide. With his free hand he rubbed his cock over her lips and forced the head into her mouth. His legs shivered as he pushed his prick deeper into her mouth, pushing until he touched the back of her throat.

Vivian gagged; she wanted to bite the intruding dick, but didn't out of fear.

Raul gyrated his hips and caressed the girl's firm young tits as the power he felt increased. Vivian was subject to his will and desires.