Chapter 19

Carmen and Natalia entered the kitchen while Kaylee was still kneeling on the floor. They helped her to stand. They hugged her and cleaned up her face, and they congratulated her on an outstanding performance. They fixed her hair and make-up, and helped her into the fancy pink dress.

Returning to the party, Kaylee enjoyed some delicious food which included two slices of the elaborate cake. She danced with at least a dozen people of all ages. Everyone treated her as though she was a “normal” teenager celebrating her birthday.

It was all filmed, of course. While two cameras had been inside to record the sex, another had remained outside to record ordinary party scenes. Señor Vásquez would later edit the footage to show typical family interactions interspersed with scenes of Kaylee performing forbidden sex acts.

He especially liked a shot of the two boys stuffing their mouths with food followed immediately by a shot of them stuffing their cocks in Kaylee’s mouth. His favorite was a shot of Kaylee happily eating a piece of cake juxtaposed with a shot of her face covered in cum.

He was pretty sure it would be a winning formula.

A few days after her daughter’s birthday, Kaylee’s mom finally decided to give up and fly home to Wisconsin. She had received two more sets of photos. One showed Kaylee having sex with another teenager and a nun. Another appeared to be in an authentic gynecologist’s office.

Like the previous sets of photos, they were disturbing and yet highly arousing. She spent hours staring at them. She did not share them with her husband or the police.

She had no faith in the Policía Municipal in general and Detective Montoya in particular. A small part of her held out hope that Kaylee would be found and returned to her home. But mostly she felt it was a lost cause. Her daughter had apparently joined some kind of degenerate sex cult.

When she told Detective Montoya that she was going home, he insisted on driving her to the airport. “I promise you we will do our best to find your daughter,” he said as he helped with her luggage. “I will personally contact you the moment we have any new information.”

“You know, detective, one of the reasons we came to Mérida is because it has a reputation as a safe city. But it sure doesn’t feel safe to me.”

She left him there at the curb without another word.

It is here, gentle reader, that our story takes a dark turn.

A few days after the quinceañera, Señor Vásquez came to the house one morning and spoke to Kaylee privately. “Have you ever considered modelling?” he asked.

Kaylee looked at him, eyebrows raised.

He clarified. “Legit fashion modelling, that is. Non-sexual stuff.”

With so many people praising her beauty lately, the blonde teenager was beginning to accept the notion that she truly was beautiful. And sexy.

“I guess so,” she said. “But I have no idea how to get started doing that.”

“Right, I understand. To that end, I have a proposal.”

“Okay...”

“You know the two camera guys who work on all my videos, Enrique and Julio?”

“I can’t say I really know them, but sure,” Kaylee said. “I know who they are.”

“They have a photography business, weddings and that sort of thing. I think they’re very good and they could be doing more high-end stuff. They would like to get more experience doing fashion photography.’

“Okay...”

“They want you to be their model. You would go to their studio and try on a lot of nice clothes and they would take photos. You could play fashion model for a couple of hours. When they’re finished you’ll have a portfolio.”

Like many teenaged girls, Kaylee had fantasized about doing a fashion photo shoot. She got a creepy vibe from the two photographers, but she discounted it. After all, she’d got a similar vibe from Señor Vásquez and he turned out to be ... well, a lot less scary than she had thought at first.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said. “If Natalia can come with me.”

“Sure, that’s fine. They’re going to pick you up this afternoon.”

A few hours later, Kaylee was showered, dressed and ready to go. “Why do I have to wear this stupid outfit?” she asked, referring to the school uniform she had on.

“The guys told me they want to start with some high school yearbook sort of photos, then they’ll move on to more stylish fashions,” said Señor Vásquez. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wear this the whole time.”

“I hope not. I feel silly.” Her hair was done up in pigtails, each tied with a pink bow. The hairstyle and clothes make her look very young indeed.

Natalia and Kaylee were driven to the photographers’ studio in Julio’s small car. Kaylee was blindfolded, of course. The drive was only about fifteen minutes.

Once inside, the blindfold was removed and the Kaylee found herself in a room much like what she had expected—large rolls of seamless backdrop paper in various colors, lights mounted on tripod stands, and other equipment she couldn’t identify.

The teenagers were each handed a tall, cold drink while they waited for the men to set up. It had been hot in the car and they drank greedily. They talked as they drank, discussing men’s seeming obsession with school girls and school uniforms.

“It’s so weird,” Kaylee said. “Boys my age are into girls with big boobs. They think I look like a little kid.”

Natalia laughed. “But older guys love that! You’re fifteen now but they want you to look like you’re twelve.”

They had finished their drinks by the time the men were ready. When Kaylee stood, she felt unsteady on her feet. Her head began to spin. She quickly sat down again. “I don’t feel good,” she said. Her speech was slurred.

Natalia felt it too. She quickly realized that she had been drugged, and pulled out her phone to call Señor Vásquez. Julio took the phone from her hand before she could use it. She had no strength to resist him.

The girls looked at each other in sheer terror. Then everything went black.

Kaylee’s first thought when she came to was that she was very uncomfortable.

The blonde teenager tried to open her eyes but the light was blinding and made her head hurt. She’d seen enough to realize she was outdoors. She closed her eyes and tried to think.

“How did I get here?” she wondered. She called Natalia’s name but there was no response.

Her memory was hazy. She concentrated, and after a few minutes she remembered going to the photo studio. Eventually, she thought she could stand. But when she tried to get up, she found that she couldn’t move.

Peering out through her eyelashes, Kaylee saw that her wrists were tied to stakes which had been driven into the ground. She couldn’t move her feet, either.

She stopped struggling and tried to gather her wits. Slowly, the world around her came back into focus. Kaylee understood that she was on her hands and knees, and that her torso was resting on something very hard and solid. She risked another quick peek and saw that it was a tree stump.

A few minutes more and her mind became clear along with her predicament: she was staked to the ground, totally immobilized. She didn’t know where she was.

“Natalia?” she called again, but again there was no reply from her friend.

Her call was soon answered, however. Kaylee heard footsteps and Enrique came into view followed by Julio and two other men. One of the strangers held a belt. The other, a giant of a man, held a baseball bat.

“You are awake now little girl,” said Enrique. “Good. You were given a combination of xylazine, detomidine, and butorphanol. When taken together they are a very powerful and fast-acting sedative. You were asleep for about one hour.”

“Where is Natalia? What do you want with me?”

“Your friend is safe. She was given the same drugs and she is also waking up now. As to your second question, we are going to make a video just like the ones you made for Señor Vásquez. But our tastes are a bit different than his.”

Kaylee was terrified. She was utterly helpless to defend herself. She was pretty sure a game of baseball was not in their plans.

This time Julio spoke. “Here’s how this is going to work: we are going to use your body in any way that we like. If you don’t comply instantly, you will get ten lashes with the belt. If you continue to resist...”

Kaylee followed his eyes to where the man held the bat.

“First, you’re going to suck my cock,” said Enrique. “If I feel your teeth, we will knock them all out.” He spread a rug on the ground and knelt on it. “Suck it, little girl.”

His dick was average in size and it was not yet hard. That soon changed. The sight of the pretty blonde American sucking his cock was one he’d been dreaming about. And she was good! In spite of the fact that she couldn’t use her hands, the teenaged cutie sure knew how to use her lips and tongue.

That wasn’t enough for the disgruntled cameraman. He grabbed Kaylee’s pigtails and began to push the head of his cock into her throat. She gagged and drool ran down her chin.

“Come on, bitch. I’ve seen you take bigger cocks than mine down your throat.”

Kaylee understood the stakes. These men could hurt her very badly, even kill her. She willed herself to relax. When he shoved his cock in again, it slipped past her tonsils and down her gullet. He held it there until she began to black out.

“That’s better,” he said when he pulled out, his cock followed by more drool. “One of you guys can use her mouth. I want that pretty pussy.”

Enrique disappeared behind her and a moment later Kaylee felt her panties being torn away. She realized that she was still wearing the school uniform.

That was the beginning of her gang rape at the hands of the four men. They traded places every few minutes so that her pussy and her mouth were filled continuously. Kaylee had no idea how long it went on, but it felt like hours.

She hated herself for it, but after she’d been fucked for some time Kaylee was betrayed by her body. It happened when the big man was pounding her pussy. His cock was longer and much thicker than the others, and it hit all the right places inside her.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn,” cried the blonde teenager as she came. Then her mouth was stuffed full of cock again and her cries were muffled.

“Mira a la putita,” said one of the men. “Le encanta.”

Kaylee had picked up enough Spanish by this time to know they had called her a whore. It was humiliating, and it was about to get worse.

Her clit was engorged then, and she came several more times. She moaned, she whimpered, she trembled, and it was all captured in high definition video. At last, all the men came, two of them on her face, one down her throat, and Enrique in her pussy. They left her alone and her body drooped over the tree stump.

After a minute, Kaylee began to cry.

“They’re going to kill me,” she thought, weeping piteously. “No one knows I’m here. No one is going to help me.”