Chapter 21: Negocio Familia II

Chico and Juan Martinez were both about 19 years old. “Legal” citizens of the US with their fake ID’s, they lived a good life. Their family back in Mexico City ran the best whore house in the Mexican capital. Their ‘merchandise’ was always fresh; a mix of high-end model-types, teens of every color and age, and even pre-teens. Those with wealth or political influence always visited “Ricardo’s”. Local Policia only raided the low-end brothels, keeping their arrest numbers up. Chico and Juan were sons of Senior’ Ricardo, just a part of a much larger family. They enjoyed a good life in Los Angeles, so long as they kept the girls moving down the tunnel every month, part of a vast organization. They got $5000 for each girl. The more, the merrier. But there were rules.

You never brought over a girl who was mentally retarded, sick or injured. They must not have been abused- no bruises, no marks, no sodomy. If they weren’t pristine, they weren’t accepted by the Tunnel Master. Then the boys would have to get rid of her themselves, usually by selling them to a lower brothel near the border. Which meant cops. Also, they weren’t paid if they didn’t deliver, and you only wanted to do that one time. That was made very clear to them. Those that didn’t produce were eliminated, regardless of who you were related to.

Chico and Juan got a lot of girls from around Los Angeles at first, but that could create problems. The local FBI might start to get involved. So, they spread out. Being Mexican, the boys blended well in most communities in the southwest. Sometimes they’d travel as far as Salt Lake City or even Denver. Just grab a girl, bring her back, clean her up and send her through the tunnel. Oral sex was not disallowed, so most girls got a few days of orally satisfying the two brothers.

Sometimes, fortune struck twice. On those occasions when the brothers would grab two girls, they usually took one to the family business, and one to Salamanca at Martinez’s Bar in Juarez. The one going to the familia, she would be pristine. The second girl, the one going to Juarez, her they could fuck in the ass.

Today was Friday, and the two had been out searching since Monday. They were near Needles, California, cruising through local neighborhoods in their yard worker van. They were in a Walmart grabbing some food when they spotted two teenage girls. Right age group; early teens. Slim, pretty. As they had many times before, they followed the girls after they left the store. Down the main road, a few turns here and there, then into a newer subdivision. Just as they did, the car stopped. Chico and Juan watched the two girls jump out and go over to the entrance pond, while the car drove on.

Chico pulled up near the pond. Juan grabbed up the puppy they’d bought back in LA. Just some mutt, but they knew girls couldn’t resist puppies. He walked over near the girls, started to play with the little mongrel dog. Sure enough, the two girls came over.

“What a cute little puppy! Can we pet him?” they asked. Juan said sure, and let the two pet the dog as he held it up.

“I think he has something stuck in his little paw. Can you come over and see if you can get it out for me?” he asked, all innocent-like. Oh yes, sure, they’d be happy to. They walked to the minivan. Chico sat in back, behind tinted windows. Juan stepped up, paused to let the girls get closer, then opened the side doors. Immediately he pulled a pistol from his waist and put it to the one girl’s head.

“Get in,” he demanded, grabbing her, shoving her. Chico reached out, grabbed the second girl as he pointed another gun at her, too. Juan kept repeating for them to get in. In seconds, before the two girls could completely comprehend what was even happening, they were both suddenly forced into the van ... Juan closed the doors quickly. He dropped the dog to the ground and walked calmly around to the driver’s side. Nobody to be seen. He hopped in, turned around and headed for the interstate. They’d be home in six or seven hours.

Chico sat in back, keeping his gun pointed at the two, barking out orders. “Lay down! Face down! Keep quiet, don’t move! Don’t move! No talking!” He kept yelling at them, threatening them with his gun. At first, they tried opening the door, screaming to be let out, but Chico was much bigger and stronger than both of them. A few good smacks and they began crying, cringing, finally started complying. Chico made them both lay face down, then sat on top of one. He grabbed the duct tape. They were both mumbling, pleading, crying.

“Let us go! You have to let us go! Please! Let us out!” As they did, he put the duct tape to use. First, he taped their hands behind their backs. Then he taped their mouths shut. Finally, he taped their ankles together. As they cruised down the interstate out into the desert, Chico sat back and surveyed their find.

The two girls were Susan Renick, age 15, and her younger sister Sharon, 14. Susan was 5’ 3” tall, weighed about 108 pounds. She had dark blonde, shoulder-length hair. For a fifteen-year-old, she was about average in development, though some would say her butt was her best feature. Pretty, cute, young and at the moment, scared to death.

Sharon Renick was an inch shorter, weighed just about 100 pounds. She had hair like her sister, and was as well developed as her sister too, despite being younger. She always thought these new boobs of hers were both a good thing and a bad thing. Other girls were jealous; old men stared. But all the boys looked at her, too. Sharon was small, but had all the right curves in all the right places.

After a while, Juan said they needed to get gas. Chico kept a blanket over the two girls, making sure they didn’t draw attention. Juan picked an old, secluded gas station at a remote exit. As he filled the tank, he noticed a teenager walking her dog beside the building. She moved behind the building as the dog sniffed around. Juan looked around- nobody in sight. No other cars were there; she must be from the store. He finished, went inside and paid. The woman was around 40, white, engrossed in a magazine. As he walked back to the car, he figured the girl must be her daughter. His mind formulated a plan.

He got in, told Chico to get ready. “I got us another customer,” he said. Juan drove around the building slowly. The girl was out back, near the field, the dog running a distance away. He stopped near her, leaned out the window holding an old paper map.

“Excuse me, can you tell me if thees is the right road to Rodelo?” he asked in an innocent, accented tone. The girl cautiously stepped closer, looking at the map through the right-side window as Juan leaned over. Suddenly the side door opened beside her. It startled her, made her jump some in surprise. A man jumped out and grabbed her too, one hand covering her mouth. He slammed her against the side of the van, punched her hard in her stomach. She gasped, bent over, having the wind knocked right out of her. Then just as fast, he was shoving her into the van.

Terri was sixteen years old, and she was definitely a babe. Nice tits, 33B’s, thin body. She loved wearing shorts and tank tops during the desert summer. Today she’d been out with her dog Roscoe when this van had pulled up. Now, only minutes later, she was struggling with a man in the back as the car accelerated onto the interstate.

“No! No! No! Let me go! Let me out of here! Let me go! No! No!” The car drove off as she struggled, but the man was big and strong. The van suddenly stopped on the entrance ramp. The driver came in back, helped the other man tape her. He quickly got her arms behind her, then taped them together. He taped her mouth, then her legs. In less than a minute, the young girl found herself taped, gagged and laying on the floor of a van, two men taking her who-knows-where. Terri noticed a blanket covering something beside her. The man pulled the blanket up, covering her with it too. Underneath were two other girls. They were taped too, crying, panicking. They all struggled around, but none of them could move too much. The man sat on top of them, limiting their movement. Terri could see out just enough to see the sky through the window. She didn’t know who these men were, who these girls were, but she guessed they were being kidnapped. She kept struggling. Everyone had always said, always keep fighting.

During the drive, Chico pulled the tape from their mouths some, asked them their ages. 14, 15 & 16. All three were white. Two blondes, one brunette. They would do fine. Together, they were worth $12,000. Going down the highway, behind tinted windows, Chico checked them each out.

The two blondes were the youngest ones. They looked like sisters. Each girl had a nice ass alright, just average tits though. Very cute looking. The third girl from the gas station had short, brown hair, wore glasses. She’d said she was sixteen. Chico could tell, this one had big tits. Really nice ones. She was a little chubby, not fat but not skinny like the other two. It didn’t matter. With her tits, she’d be just fine.

South of Los Angeles the van pulled into the small ranch, the boy’s home near the northern end of one of the tunnels. It was Friday night. They had until Monday morning. They took the three girls down to the basement. First things first. They took the tape off, tied each girl to a steel ring on the floor that the boys had installed. There was only one ring; the three knelt together on the concrete. Juan stepped up to Terri.

“Suck my dick, little girl,” he said, coldly. He unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out. Of course, the three girls pulled back, the brunette saying over and over, “no! No! I won’t! Let me go!”

Juan looked at Chico. Chico turned to the youngest girl, Sharon. He took out his big knife, grabbed one of Sharon’s fingers and held it up, putting the knife to it. She screamed, the other two cried out, but Juan just grabbed Terri’s hair, pulling her to his dick. “I said suck it, girl! Suck it or my brother starts cutting fingers off!”

Terri was terrified. She didn’t know these other girls, but she couldn’t let him hurt her again. Crying, shaking, she slowly leaned over and with trembling lips put her mouth on the man’s penis. She was just sixteen, but she’d done this before- with her boyfriend, her father, his friend, Mr. Watkins. She knew if you did it fast enough, they’d be done pretty quick. She pushed her mouth down on his brown, Latino cock, letting her tongue slide along it. God, just get this over with so they could leave. Or would they? She didn’t know, but she had to do something. She moved up and down his cock, sucking gently on it and she felt it growing longer, bigger. The man held her head with his hands as she moved back and forth, trying hard to make him cum quickly. No problem there; Juan shot a load down her throat in a minute. Then Chico jumped in, taking over. He raped the girl’s mouth too, really pounding himself deep into her, getting down her throat where she couldn’t breathe. She took small gasps of air every time be backed out some, breathing around his cock. This was like her dad; he’d always gone deep and cum in her throat too. Chico lasted a little longer, shooting his load in her mouth finally.

The two men went upstairs. The three girls talked briefly. No, nobody knew these men, or where they were. Sharon asked if they would have to do that too. Terri said she didn’t know; probably. It wasn’t hard. Terri told them to just open wide and wait for the man to shoot his cum into her mouth, then swallow it. They both thought it was disgusting.

“It is, but you get used to it. It’s better than getting raped. You can’t get pregnant from a blowjob.”

Sometime later, the two men returned. They had four of their friends with them, hands full of snacks and beer. Colored lights came on, music began playing. The six men stared at the girls, making rude comments in Spanish. They all pulled up some old chairs and sat down. One man came over, undid Terri from the ring. He told her to stand up.

Terri slowly did. The six men started playing cards. They each got dealt one card. The one with the high card cheered; then told her in broken English to take off her shirt.

Terri hesitated. She sure didn’t want to do this. This was her worst nightmare come true. She’d had sex with her boyfriend, and her father had taken her virginity three years ago, but this, this was six men. This was terrifying. She knew she couldn’t get past them to the stairs. She really had no choice. Slowly, slowly she took ahold of her top and eased it up. Underneath she had nothing on- it was summer. Her teenage breasts were a good size, very nicely shaped with big, brown nipples. She covered them with her hands after she took the top off. The other girls kept pleading for the men to leave them alone. Then they dealt out more cards.

Another man got to choose. He told her to lose the shorts. Slowly, she eased them down, keeping one arm across her chest as she did. Her white panties were old and worn. She stood back up, covering her chest again. Another card was dealt. Another man got to choose. Instead of making Terri take off her underwear, he pointed at the younger girl. Chico unhooked Sharon from the ring. “Stand up!” he told her.

Another card was dealt. One man won again. He told Sharon to take off her white skirt. Crying, Sharon begged them not to make her do this, Chico picked up the hammer. The 14-year-old girl changed her mind, slowly began to ease her skirt down. She had on these cute, pink panties. Another card was dealt. Another man cheered, told Susan to stand up. Another card dealt. Susan took off her polo shirt, revealing her brown underwear. Cards were reshuffled; more dealt. More and more, the three girls were forced to undress. The men always talked in Spanish; none of the three girls could understand them, but their intentions were obvious, or so they thought. Sharon had to take off her sister’s bra. They all cheered at that. Susan had to keep her arms to her side. Then Terri had to take off Sharon’s top. Sharon also had nothing on underneath, and her young, yet very perky breasts, were exposed for all to see. Each girl had to slowly take off her panties to the music. The men cheered, drank more.