Chapter 20: Miss Whitman’s Class Part 3

In chapter 18 & 19, eight American teenage girls and their young substitute teacher have been kidnapped by Mexican slave traders in Del Rio, Texas. Two of the girls, Matina and Maria, twin fifteen-year-old sisters, were used as partial payment to the two groups that got the girls: the kidnappers on the US side (Matina), and the traders on the Mexican side (Maria).

This left six girls, all white American eighth graders age 14, and their 24-year-old substitute teacher, Sherri Whitman. At an auction in Mexico, three of the girls went to Senior Rodriquez, a wealthy rancher in the province with a thing for young girls. With his wealth, he could afford the younger white girls. Nothing but the best for Manuel Rodriquez. Blonde, brunette, redhead, he didn’t care. Ages from eleven to eighteen. Once he was done with them, he gave them to his brother. He ran a business, providing fresh young meat to high-end whore houses in the province. He was quite successful too.

Manuel Rodriquez wasn’t surprised at how much in demand these types of girls were. People always thought underaged rape was the bottom end of the sex trade, but he knew differently. Underage was the top end, and white girls were the cream of the crop.

Rodriquez and his new girls got home around dinner time. He went one way; the three were led another. In a different part of this luxury home, Cindy, Kathy and Janice found themselves in a shower room. Several young men, all quite muscular and all business, held each girl as several large, Latino women inspected them. The one woman who was definitely in charge ordered them in English to get undressed and take shower, pointing to the gym-style shower room. Naturally, all three stood still, not wanting to anything of the sort. The men holding them suddenly began to rip their tops off violently. Some of the Latino women helped as all three girls were forced to strip naked. The men then shoved the girls into the showers. Inside, the water from several shower heads sprayed warm water as the older women yelled at the three to wash themselves. When they were satisfied, they made the girls dry off, then took them nude into a beauty-salon type of room. A lot of lights and mirrors. The older women talked and talked to each other in Spanish. They dried and styled their hair; put cream and make-up on them. The older ladies made each girl look especially beautiful, ignoring the fact that each 14-year-old girl was sitting in a chair naked. Make-up was applied; fingernails painted. Karen, Janice and Cindy were forced to sit there and let them do these things to them. Once the head woman was satisfied, the three were led to a room full of clothes. They were made to put on these very tight dresses. All three were strapless; too low on top and too short on the bottom. Each of the girls were fitted into the dress that made their boobs and butts stick out the most. No underwear; just these sparkly, red little dresses. Next, they went to a small room with two chairs and a toilet. They were told to wait there and do not make a mess of their make-up. It would be five hours before the door was unlocked again.

The head woman ordered the three girls to get up. The three men made the girls follow the woman to a door. On the other side, they could hear a lot of voices; it sounded like a party. Loud music played; people talked loudly. The girls heard the music stop, and the crowd grew quiet. A man spoke to the group, then made some sort of announcement. The doors were pushed open and the three girls were forced to walk onto a stage, in a small room filled with about a dozen men and some women, too. They all cheered as the girls walked in. Each girl had been told to smile, always smile, but it was hard when all these strange grown-ups were staring at you in these tiny dresses. The speaker began to talk in Spanish again.

Janice listened to the man talk but couldn’t understand hardly any of it. She’d had one class in basic Spanish, but this was too fast. The man said something about catorce, which was a number she thought (14). She heard chica virgen; knew chica was girl, and virgen sure sounded like virgin. As he talked, three of the twelve men moved to the front. Cindy assumed they’d been chosen or were more senior maybe. In reality, it was these three men who have been helping Senior Rodriquez run his business. As the three most productive, they got first dibs. Senior Rodriquez had other ideas.

One of the three men, the oldest, a very brawny guy, pointed at Cindy. The man holding her shoved her forward to the man, who grabbed her arm tightly. Everyone in the room cheered. The man pulled her over to one side of the room. A woman joined them.

The man was built like a construction worker. He had big, rough hands. A lot of strength. Short, partly graying hair. A face that had been out in the sun a long time. He spoke to the woman; they both laughed. The woman reached over and put her finger between her boobs and pulled her dress out a little, looking down inside. Hey! Cindy pulled back, but the man squeezed her arm hard, jerked her back. The woman looked again, said “ ... pechos grande,” and the man laughed. Cindy thought grande meant big. No kidding. For her age, she did have bigger boobs. Everyone knew that. She was really getting mad now. She had a feeling that what she had feared all along was about to happen. Sure enough, the woman said, “Little one, take off that dress.”

Cindy stood there, shaking some again. She really didn’t want to take anything off. She saw another man and woman leading Janice away to the opposite corner of the room. Kathy was almost next to her. She looked at Cindy; Cindy looked back. Kathy, looking scared to death, slowly with shaking hands began to get undressed. The woman by Cindy repeated, “Little one, get undressed now.” She heard Janice scream. They must be stripping her too. Slowly, seeing no options, slowly Cindy began to get undressed. This was a very simple thing to do. She reached behind her, undid a small hook, took hold of the small zipper and pulled it down a short way. A short way because there wasn’t much dress there. In a moment, her dress just sort-of fell off of her. She caught it, but then had to let it drop slowly to the floor. She stepped out of it, covering her boobs with her right arm and her vagina with her left hand.

The man moved up to her, with a mean scowl on his face. He stopped short, breathing heavily. Suddenly he smacked her upside of her head with his open hand. She staggered then fell to the right, clutching her face. What was that for?? He moved close again; indicated for her to stand up. “Ponerse,” he said. Slowly, Cindy stood. Then again, he smacked her from the other side this time. Again, she stumbled and fell. He said “Ponerse,” again. She stood slowly, still dizzy from the two hits. Suddenly he grabbed her neck and pulled her to him, forcing his mouth on hers. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth. It happened so fast she could hardly respond. Now his fat, wet, warm tongue was in her young mouth, squirming all around her own tongue. As he did this, she tried to push his shoulders away, but that just wasn’t happening. Instead, he grabbed her left breast with his right hand and squeezed it very hard. She winched and cried in pain, his tongue still working around violently in her mouth. He forced her to kiss him for a bit, then pushed her head to the side. The woman with him grabbed her young face and started to kiss her like the man had, except she was much, much gentler. She spent a long time slowly licking Cindy’s lips with her tongue. She switched to caressing Cindy’s tongue with her own. Her hand gently rubbed her nipple while the man physically abused her other breast.

Suddenly, then man forced her over to the chair nearby. He made her bend over, legs straight, hands on the seat of the living room chair. While he took his pants off, the woman forced Cindy to get down on her elbows. Now her bare butt was sticking up even more behind her. The man moved closer, forcing her feet farther apart with his own. The woman warned her to keep her legs straight. “Don’t you bend your knees, chica gringo. You keep dem legs straight, you hear me?!” Cindy nodded. The woman moved back to where the man was. The man grabbed Cindy’s hair, moved up beside her, made her watch as the woman began to lick his semi-erect cock. She really moved her head around a lot, taking him inside her mouth often. Cindy could tell the man was getting stiffer, and very wet too. She closed her eyes when the man turned to her. She felt his penis press against her pussy lips down there. It moved around a little, then in between those little pussy lips of hers, then right into the opening to her virginity. She gasped, crying over and over, “ ... no. please, don’t, no, no, please, no...”

Cindy felt the man push into her; past her hymen and then more. Farther in he pushed himself; the more he went, the more painful it was. She cried out, every muscle down there was as tight as they could be. Still, he forced himself into her body. She felt the head moving in, forcing her young vagina open more and more, like a hard sponge it felt like. His hard shaft behind it kept it open, always pressing her vagina to the limits and beyond. He began to move back and forth slowly, did this twice and pulled out. The woman spit on his dick a few times, then guided him back into her vagina. Again, her body shook as that huge, warm and wet thing of his pushed in again. As soon as he was, he went right to fucking her. Back and forth, only coming out a few times. He was really going in as deep as he could, and out almost to the end. Faster he did her, faster and faster. Cindy was breathing in gasps to the same rhythm as his strokes. Every thrust into her forced her air out; every pull back was a chance to gasp a little air again. Short, rapid breaths, timed to his rape. She could hardly believe when she first thought of the word. “He’s raping me now,” she’d thought. Cindy went into a sort of shock when that struck her. She was actually being raped.

It was about then that she felt her boobs moving a lot. Her whole body was moving, getting slammed back and forth as he gripped her wide hips, legs apart, pulling her back every time he slammed into her. Again and again, his pubic hair mashed against her pussy. She didn’t dare bend her knees. She was embarrassed by how excited her breasts and nipples were getting. Even the one he had gripped so hard was feeling a longing for his hand again. She stared back under herself, watching her breasts moving all over the place. She could just see his ball sack now, surprisingly close to her crotch, bouncing back and forth. Oh My God. She was only fourteen, and here she was watching this grown-up rape her.

While Cindy was losing her virginity, Kathy was getting pretty much the same treatment. After she’d been forced to strip, she’d been made to get on the floor, facing Cindy as she was forced to bend over a chair. Wow, Cindy sure had big boobs, Kathy thought. Kathy suddenly returned to her present issue, namely being naked and a man was getting between her legs right now. The woman that was with them, a young woman not much older than herself, was spitting a lot. She didn’t look, guessing she was spitting on his penis. Then the girl started spitting on her asshole. What was this girl doing? That’s not the right place you idiot ... As she thought about this, she stared at Cindy’s bouncing breasts as she was being raped close by. Kathy couldn’t look at her own rapists. Then, he pushed his penis right into her butt! Just like that; one second the young girl was holding her butt cheeks apart, spitting, the next second the man had crammed his penis right into her clenched sphincter hole. In an instant, everything else was second to the pain coming from her behind right now. It was getting stretched, stretched way beyond anything it had ever done before, ever! She could feel his shaft moving into her, past her butt opening and then inside her. Her insides hurt, more of a throbbing pain. Her butthole though, it was like you were tearing it open with a jagged knife! She screamed but good when this began. It only got worse, first he got inside her. Then he got way, way deep inside her. So much, she could feel his pubic hair touch her butt cheek. He began to move back and forth. Her rectum made all these disgusting sounds. He was going really, really fast too. The pain was like a sharp stabbing pain almost every second or less. About a minute later, Kathy felt a change. Her butt cheeks got very warm, got this arousal feeling in them almost. The pain inside her stopped; the pain at her hole continued, but not as much. As he raped her bottom, she knelt there, suddenly getting flush with heat and a very different feeling, a feeling of sexual arousal? No way, this couldn’t be what this was. The man suddenly pulled out; OW! That really hurt when he did that. A moment later, he pushed himself into her vagina. She hardly noticed him push past her hymen. Her body was shaking from this overwhelming feeling of lust and desire as he pressed into her vagina in about two seconds. This, this was where he should be, not in her ass. That hurt too much. This hurt too, but not as much. He started see-sawing back and forth again. She clenched her eyes shut, trying not to think about it, but then realizing she was starting to push back on him when he pushed his dick into her. She let her mind get lost for a few seconds. Do me, harder, faster, don’t stop, don’t stop. Make him happy, make him stay here, doing her like this. Act like you want to. How do I do that? She kept thinking “Don’t stop” over and over, and then she let a couple slip out. Oh crap! She didn’t know what she was doing or what they were doing or why they were doing it. She just wanted it to stop. He slowed down some so Kathy started moving back and forth as fast as she could. Holy crap, what was she doing?! She paused. With a grown-up! Wait! Keep him here, or he’ll go back there again! Kathy went right back to rocking herself up to him. Well, she reasoned this was the fastest way to get this over with. Kathy still held out hope that when he was done, she’d be allowed to go home.

Meanwhile, Janice was in a different corner. Two men, both being older, grabbed her. They took her to a corner and they stood there looking at her with this filthy look of lust. One said, angrily, “Take off that fucking dress, little girl.” She backed up slowly, shaking, eyes wide open, terrified.

Janice, with shaking hands, somehow managed to reach behind her and undo the clip and lower the zipper. Her one boob almost came out, but it didn’t matter; she’d be nude once the dress was off. Slowly, terrified, slowly Janice eased the dress down, looking away from these men. As soon as she stepped out of it, the first man grabbed her, forced her to turn around. A wooden chair stood in the corner. He gripped her hair tightly, leaning in close. He was dirty, sweaty, she was scared like never before. He spoke into her ear as he forced her. “Bend over. Bend over and keep those knees straight. That’s it, all the way. Put your face on the chair. That’s it, flat on the chair. Keep those knees straight! Now, spread your legs apart, baby girl. Spread those luscious legs of yours apart, baby girl, spread ‘em. More. More. Get your sweet little ass higher. Higher! Now, keep your face right there.” As he held her hair, pressing her face to the chair, she sensed the second man moving up behind her. Oh God, oh God ... She felt his hands on her bottom, his thumbs spreading her butt cheeks apart right down there. Oh God, here it comes ... He spit a lot; he rubbed it on her bald slit. She felt his penis, the end of it, push against her. God, he was right there! He pressed more; she gripped the chair tightly, squeezing her eyes closed, unconsciously clenching her vagina muscles tight. The first man kept talking into her ear with his hot breath. “That’s it, baby girl, time to get that little girl pussy fucked. Time to have a big cock pound that little girl cunt! Oh, this is gonna hurt! But don’t you worry; we’ll make it hurt real good.” Suddenly, the second man was pushing into her vagina. Slowly, steadily, he slid into her. The man was right; it hurt like crazy! She had never before felt such pain in her body. His penis pushed farther up into her. She cried out, but could hardly speak because of the intensity of the hurting. She felt his pubic hair touch her bottom. The man paused, laughing, his thing buried in her virgin vagina. Then he started having sex. Back and forth he moved. Going in the first time had been hard enough. This hurt just as much going in both directions. She cried out, sobbing, “Stop, please, stop, it hurts. It really hurts...”