If you have not already read "Katherine's Decision" or "Katherine's Bargain With the Devil" which can be found in the Author's Page under Neff Trebor, you should read these first for the events leading up to this part. I am trying to write this as close to a "stand-alone" story as I can, but it takes place after the previous two stories.
"Katherine's Decision" was the first.
"Katherine's Bargain with the Devil
Dakota had still not recovered from the events that morning. She had been frightened when they had all been handcuffed. She had watched when Manual had kicked her father and knocked him over. She had watched him as he tightened his finger on the finger, thinking her life would be over if her dad died.
Dakota remembered watching in horror and embarrassment as her prim and proper mother slowly began to undress, desperate to strike some bargain with their kidnappers. Dakota was horrified to see what her mother had been subjected to; "Cocksucker." She had heard the term in viscous and malicious context hurled among fellow students at each other. The usual result was a severe beating of one at the hands of another.
She and her friends had searched porno sights when they had goggled the term to verify the definition. They were tremendously embarrassed to have mutually witnessed these videos.
When she saw her mother approach and submit to this evil creature, she could hardly believe her eyes. She had tried to close her eyes to blot out the whole spectacle. It was almost worse to close her eyes and listen to the humiliating noises and dialogue between her mother and Manual. Her heart ached for the dilemma her mother was in.
Dakota remembered the cruel hands forcing her down beside her mother, naked, splattered with semen with tears streaming down her face, devastated that she could not keep her daughter out of it.
Dakota was humiliated at her forced participation too. However, her participation, through embarrassing, was not quite the same as her mother's.
Her mother and father had been ushered away from her. Her mother had tearfully promised to do anything they asked in return for her and her father's freedom. They had promised her mother that she would not be violated while they were separated. It didn't help matters for Dakota to know her virtue would be protected by her mother's sacrifice.
When her mother and father were taken away, Dakota was taken by the other captors to the same whorehouse that her mother would soon show up in. Dakota was taken upstairs in handcuffs to another room.
They were sworn to protect her; at least in front of her mother. Once she was brought into the next room, the men had several hours on their hands before her mom and dad showed up again.
She had been thrown unceremoniously onto a leather couch while the other men kept their Uzi's nearby. Dakota could not lay on her back with her hands cuffed behind her. The next person, who seemed to be in command after Manual left, seemed to be Chico.
"Stand the fuck up you little cunt." He said as he pulled out his switchblade. Dakota was terrified and started to "mew" through her nose. It was a soft sound that was barely audible. She struggled to right herself without the use of her hands. The best she could do to respond to his command was to sit up. She was too frightened to get her legs to stand.
She felt somebody else put a hand under her armpit and straighten her up. Her feet barley touched the ground as she struggled to stand. She was carried with her feet dangling over to stand in front of the gigantic, roughly dressed Chico.
Chico pressed the silver button on the side of the 12" long ivory handle. A 12" long, narrow steel blade swung out in a wide arc and snapped against the lock, turning it into a small saber. Dakota was essentially hypnotized by the sight of the frightening weapon in front of her.
Dakota could not think of anything to do as the back of the point was inserted between the folds of her blue, oxford cloth dress shirt she had taken from her father's closet. He turned the sharp edge up and pulled it toward himself, sending the top button skipping across the wood floor. Dakota was terrified of the knife. Her head turned sideways as the "mewing" seemed to increase between interspersed gasps and sobs.
One at a time, he lowered the point to remove each button above her waist.
Chico placed the point against the fabric just above her belt. He turned the dull side of the blade up, and used it to pull her shirt out of her shorts. He put the point against one of the lapels of her shirt, and used it to peel it aside, towards her shoulder. She had no bra. It had been a point of contention between her and her mother.
Katherine did not feel that at the age of fourteen she needed to wear one. Her breasts were developing. They were actually about the size of her mothers. Katherine had medium sized melons that stuck out nicely, but did not sag. Dakota was growing, but not so big that she needed support.
Dakota wanted the bra whether she needed the support or not; it was part of what the girls did to appear feminine. Her feelings had changed in the last year or so. Before that, she used to go to the river with her classmates; usually boys, to go swimming. She swam like the boys, with tight, stretch Lycra boxer shorts. She had not been particularly concerned with a top until them. It wasn't that she really cared, but other older boys started to get curious about her when they heard this girl had not been wearing a top.
Now, Chico had opened her top and the men were glaring and salivating at this fourteen year old Chinese girl with her shirt pulled behind her. It would not come off; it was trapped on her arms by the handcuffs.
Chico took the knife and laid the dull edge against her thigh and slid it under her shorts. He pulled up slowly; effortlessly and the faded denim fabric parted like the red sea in front of Moses. The old fabric offered no resistance to the sharp blade.
Once Chico had made one cut from the hem of her denim shorts through her leather belt, the garment fell uselessly down to the top of her burnt umber lumberjack boots. Dakota stood there, covered with nothing but her black, Haines boys briefs. They were tight elastic briefs that were more erotic than most garments worn by the girls her age.
Dakota shuddered, knowing what was next. Chico laid the dull side of the blade against her thigh again and slid the point under the edge of her briefs. He sliced up and through the waistband. There was enough stretch in the remaining garment that it clung to the other leg without falling, but parted and dropped enough to reveal her shaved and un-tanned cleft.
She had spent many hours frolicking with the other boys in her class sliding down the muddy banks of the river just outside town. The time in the sun had left this budding Chinese girl's complexion beautifully tanned. Her breasts were tanned too.
Her only un-tanned region was the part covered by the boy's briefs.
Chico raised the switchblade. He ran the dull edge and the flat side against her breasts and up across her nipples. Dakota turned her head again and sobbed at the humiliation of being naked in front of these savages.
Chico pulled a key out of his shirt pocket and opened her cuffs. He put the cuffs back on the table and the key in his pocket.
"You need to get cleaned up and dressed. You are going to be back with your mother this evening, so hurry up."
Dakota stooped over to remove her tattered briefs. She kneeled to unlace her leather work boots. She crossed her arms in front of her as she was led to the shower. With the bathroom door shut behind her, she spent as long as she could in the shower. They finally came in to get her. She insisted on drying herself and wrapped the towel around her as she was led back into the living area.
Chico tossed her a dress. Dakota couldn't wait to get it on. Once she had it on, she felt she was still practically naked. It was a form fitting button-front silk shift. The top two buttons were not there. That left the high neck portion of her front covered, but not buttoned. Her Bai Ling nipples seemed to have grown since she had been swimming with the boys. They stuck way out and left provocative impressions on the front of her dress.
The bottom of her hem did not come to the bottom of her thumbs. It ended about half way between her knees and crotch; about midway up on her thighs. There were also a couple of buttons missing at the bottom. She was covered when she walked, but was almost naked when she sat.
When her mother entered the lounge in their hotel that was where she saw but almost did not recognize her fourteen year old daughter. She was sitting with a well dressed Mexican who seemed athletic in physique and well mannered. He smiled knowingly at her when she came in.
Katherine did not recognize her daughter until she turned around. She had high-heeled suede boots that zipped up the side. They came up to just below her knees. Her Japanese plum dress matched the color of her boots. Katherine would never have let her daughter out of the house in a dress that short. Besides that, the two buttons at the top and bottom were missing, creating a salacious image that she refused to recognize as her daughter. Dakota's hair was still damp, but was combed out straight and hung down her back to her waist. Her large silver hoop earrings came almost to her shoulders. When she turned towards her mother, her double strand of pearls that hung half way down her front swung and jingled. Dakota met her mother's eye contact with the same expression of concern and fright.
"You do exactly what I say, or I'll cut your husband's balls off right here in this lounge and feed them to your fucking daughter." Were the first words that had come over her Bluetooth device in her ear after she came into the room? Katherine nodded almost imperceptibly to acknowledge she had heard.
Katherine, her husband and manual sat at a long table. The room had not filled yet, so there was room to sit where they wanted. Manual ordered drinks for their group. They made small talk; with Katherine not really keep track of what was being said.
As happy hour progressed, more people came in. A certain number of men had shown up at the hotel after business. Most of them had noticed Dakota and Katherine sitting at different areas as easily being the most beautiful women in the lounge.
After a while, Manual started giving Katherine instructions through her ear buds. Katherine turned towards him in shock at her instructions. It took her some time to get over her indignation and remember what was at stake. She was determined to keep her promise of capitulation in return for her daughter and husband's safety.
Katherine was dressed almost identically like her daughter. Summoning all the courage she had, she walked over to the bar to order a couple of drinks. She went up to an open seat between several businessmen. She ordered the drinks and then scooted up onto the open seat. It didn't take long for the men to strike up a conversation with her.
This was all part of Manual's plan, as she invited them over to their table. They all made small conversation for a while before one of them asked Katherine to dance. She knew this was coming.
The man's name was Conrad. He was well over six feet tall. He was dressed in Florsheim shoes, dark dress slacks and a blue oxford dress shirt that was open at the collar. Katherine tried to keep a respectable distance, but knew it was going to be useless. Conrad towered above her. He could easily see down her open top. She was not able to conceal her long pink nipples which pushed against the front of her dress.
"Katherine, I know you are here with your husband. He does not seem to be doing his best to be protecting you from men like me. What's the deal?"
Katherine turned red as she choked out the response that Manual had rehearsed with her. "I'm a whore. I am here to have sex with you if you want. I will do whatever you want. If you give me your key, I will meet you at your room. You will have to negotiate the price with the big Mexican man at our table. He sets the price."
She could feel Conrad's surprise against her abdomen. It grew as they danced. "Exactly what will you do?"
"I will do anything you ask."
When the dance was over, Conrad walked back to the table holding her hand. He did it to test her husband's reaction. When they got back to the table, she noticed that her Daughter and the big Mexican she was with were at their table. Katherine blushed when Dakota saw those holding hands. Dakota had no way of knowing this was involuntary on her part.
Conrad wanted to be sure the arrangement of him with Katherine. He sat with Katherine's chair splayed at a 45° angle with his. He started to speak with Manual in Spanish as he draped his right hand over her front and let it fall on her breast. If there was some misunderstanding on his part of what he had heard, this would clarify the issue.
Conrad and Manual continued their conversation softly. Conrad grew bolder and slowly rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. There were no reprisals, except that Dakota was shocked at his behavior. Katherine turned red with embarrassment, knowing that a number of men in the lounge had been watching her since she came in the door with a different man.
Not much escaped the scene in front of the men in the lounge, when Conrad handed her his key and she got up and left. Katherine felt she was naked as she got up and went through the lounge. Several of the men handed her their business cards as she passed.
Katherine went through the lobby and went to the elevators. She looked at the key number and went to the right floor.
While her mother had been dancing, Manual called the big Mexican who was escorting Dakota. They went over to the table and introduced themselves to each other like they had never met. Everybody tried to make small talk, but obviously Dakota and her mother weren't in it.
When Kathleen took the room key from Conrad, who the others knew was a stranger, they knew something was up. When Conrad left just a little bit later, their suspicions were confirmed. Another man at the bar came over to the table and asked them if he could buy drinks for everybody at the table. Manual had no problem.
"Hello, folks, my name are Aiden. I'm new here and am going to be her for a few days." Manual leaned over, shook hands with him and introduced him to the rest of the men at the table.
"Manual, I may be mistaken. I am sorry if I am being rude, but I am really fascinated by Dakota here. Can I dance with her?" Manual responded by saying Dakota was Joe's daughter, he would have to ask him
Aiden turned to Joe and repeated the question. Joe deferred to his daughter.
"Miss, I would sure like to dance with you. Is that o.k. with you?"
Dakota knew that she had no options. She was obligated to perform just like her mother. Without a word she looked down. To a man in that situation, anything other than a "No," is a reluctant "Yes." That was good enough for Aiden.
Aiden led her over to the dance floor. "Are you a prostitute?" Dakota was familiar with the concept. She had never done anything with anybody, but knew she was close to it. Her head dropped. She was not able to answer. Again, anything other than a "No," was a "Yes."
"Exactly what will you do?" Dakota could not bring herself to be a part of the conversation. Every word hurt. Every word cut. Every word put a picture in her mind of what she had to do. Aiden gave her his key and told her to be there if she was willing.
If she was there, o.k. If she wasn't there, o.k. too. Aiden went back to the table and sat down with Manual. He discussed pa. He slipped over a thousand dollars to him under the table then headed for the elevators.
Dakota could hardly see the buttons as she hit the button for the floor she had to go to. She was barely old enough for her parents to let her leave the lobby on her own and go back to their own room. Katherine would never have permitted it.
Her dad was a wimp and powerless to sound reasoning; which is why they were in the position they were in.
By the time Dakota had figured out which corridor she was supposed to go through to find the right room, he was right behind her. He opened the door for her and followed her in.
To Dakota's surprise, she and Aiden were not the only ones in the room. Aiden had a suite which contained a living room, dressing room, kitchen and bedroom. The bedroom had a window that went wall to wall with a hot tub next to the sliding door to the cantilevered exterior deck. In the living room, there were two more Mexicans. Carlo and Diego were counting out big piles of money into a briefcase along with several bars of gold and silver. Everywhere Dakota looked, there seemed to be automatic weapons. There were Uzi's in each room. The men counting the money were startled when a beautiful young Chinese girl came in with Aiden. This was supposed to be a secretive meeting. They did not want anybody to know what they were doing.
Aiden explained what he had run across. All of a sudden, the money in the briefcase was forgotten. They cleared off the coffee table and couch.
The men sat on one couch as Aiden positioned her in front of the couch opposite them. "Let's see it, honey." Carlo said. The fourteen-year-old Chinese girl stood there petrified; unable to process the information or make herself respond.
"Take off those fucking clothes or we'll cut them off of you and you can go back downstairs naked with the name "WHORE" cut into you fucking Cunt." Dakota looked desperately over to Aiden. The deal had been made with Manual for her and him, not a crew of savages.
Diego stood. He reached into his back pocket and brought out a twelve inch long black ebony switch blade. She barely heard the button but saw the huge blade make a sweeping curve and click locked. "If you want to have anything to wear home, take those fucking things off. Once you are done sucking and fucking us, you can have them all back. What do you want to do?" He said as he walked around the coffee table towards her.
Dakota had no choice. She sat down on the couch. She reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled the first button out of its eyelet. Her hands shook as she worked her way up. When she got to the top, she knew she was naked. She put her hands over her eyes and laid her head against her knees, unable to continue.
"Get the fuck up you pathetic slant eyed cunt." The words hit her like an anvil. She was sensitive enough about her Chinese looks in a sea of Caucasians. She straightened up. The dress fell open. She was seated, so not much was showing.
"Stand the fuck up you filthy cunt."
Dakota stood. The dress gapped open. Her beautiful alabaster cleft was framed between the sides of her dress, suntanned legs and abdomen. The shaved cleft shone like the hope diamond in its Plexiglas box with accent lighting spotlights from several directions. Diego moved towards her again with the knife. Not wanting to provoke him, Dakota tilted her head back, arched her shoulder and shrugged off her dress. She brought it around in front of her and tossed it onto the coffee table. Embarrassed, she crossed her hands in front of her. Her hands cupped her breasts, and vagina, but she didn't have enough hands to keep both nipples from poking above her arm.
"You get to pick who to fuck first. You get to pick whether we fuck you in the ass, cunt or mouth." Diego said.
The words hit Dakota like a baseball bat across the eyes. She had hardly kissed a boy. He had hardly brushed her breasts. She had not willingly allowed anybody to fondle her yet. Any thoughts of erotic contact amounted to holding hands in the back row of the theater. Any discussions of deviant sex, like getting it in the butt or mouth, were purely curious searches on YouTube to see what pornography was really like. The videos were horrible, and she didn't think that any normal people did things like this. Now, she was ordered to make a choice; to dictate her terms of humiliation, rape and violation.