Mexican Rebels Sex Slaves - Excerpt

He pressed his body up against Christy, firmly against her ass, using his hard cock to assure she fully understood her position and what she would have to do. He reached around her, sliding his hands down to her stomach before moving up cup her breasts from beneath as she hearing her groan, he murmured, "such lovely tits, Christy," fingers digging into them, squeezing the flesh harshly. He found her nipples with his fingertips, pinching them until she jerked in pain. "You have sensitive nipples, Christy. You can't even take a little pinch on them."

She kept quiet as he felt her up, his cock rubbing up and down her ass, humping her like a stray dog. No, please, no. His hands moving down to grip her between her legs, luckily her heavy jeans protected her sex from his groping hands pushing her back onto his cock, goosing her with his hand each time she humped back on his cock. She felt relief when he pulled away from her, relieved that he was finished. She would tell the General, he would make sure that he was punished for molesting her.

"Hands behind your back," pulling her arms back, seeing the surprised look on her face as he clamped her wrists into the shiny, metal cuffs before she could even protest. "Just to keep you still." He pulled a black cloth sack over her face, making sure that her nose and mouth matched up with the holes in it, before tightening the string around her neck, effectively blinding her. "We don't want you to see where we are taking you. Now just stand there and be a good girl, we will leave in a few minutes."

She tried to pull on the cuffs, the metal binds unyielding. She stood in darkness, hearing muffled sounds of talking, unable to hear what was being said.

The rebel went over to Angela. "Turn around, Angela. Now I want you to be real quiet and don't say a word or your mother is going to get hurt. Can you be a good girl and obey?" seeing the fright in her eyes.

"What are you going to do?" She trembled, but remembered the pistol in his holster.

"I'm going to have to frisk you for any weapons." His cock throbbed in his pants at the thought of touching such a beautiful, young, American girl.

"I don't have anything, promise," she begged, but she saw in his eyes he would not take no for an answer.

"Now you have to be quiet, I don't want your mother to hear anything. Can you do that, Angela?"

"Yes, sir," afraid of what was going to happen.

"Now keep your hands at your side." The other rebels moved closer, wanting to catch a glimpse of this pretty girl. His hands slid across her naked stomach, feeling her flinch. "Such silky skin," he whispered to her, his hands sliding up under her tee shirt, seeing her fists clench at her side, knowing that she was unhappily enduring this. He pulled her tee shirt up, uncovering her bra, her young breasts pushed up high, a generous amount of cleavage showing at the top of her bra. "Hold this up for me," he whispered to her again, seeing her hesitate then move up and grip the tee shirt, holding it out of the way, her bra uncovered, the four rebels gazing as the cleavage of her tanned globes.

"What are you doing?" She protested as his hands moved to her bra, gripping her young pert breasts in his grubby hands, squeezing them, her face and chest turning red in embarrassment as the others watched her slowly being fondled. She could smell his stale breath, his eyes staring at hers as he grabbed her bra-encased breasts harshly.

The rebel was too eager, unwilling to wait long enough to get back to the village. His hands slid under her bra, pulling it up harshly, her tender breasts squeezed tight before the bra slipped free, her breasts now naked for all of the men to see.

His hands gripped her breasts as she struggled to keep the position, helping him by pulling her tee shirt out of the way, giving all of them a good look at her naked breasts. All she could think of was the terror of the pistol pressed against her forehead and the sound of the hammer being pulled back. His fingers were harsh, pinching and squeezing her flesh, finally gripping her nipples too hard, stretching them out before finally leaving them alone again. She looked down, her breasts already red from the abuse.

"Put your tits back in your bra, wouldn't want your mother to see," he whispered in her ear. She struggled, trying to stuff her breasts back in without unsnapping her bra, wanting to end the humiliation quickly. "No, please, no," she cried quietly when she felt his hands fumbling with the front of her shorts, fingers unsnapping the top, the zipper sliding down sounding so loud. She almost stumbled backwards as he gripped the top of her shorts and yanked them down, hearing the material stain and tear as her shorts and panties were yanked down below her crotch, her pussy and ass completely exposed...

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