Chapter 116: Debts to be Paid

In certain countries in South America, banking is done differently than what most other countries see. Here, where Fernando Martinez lived, he had finally found a job to feed his family. But he needed a car to get to work seven days a week, so he borrowed some money from the only place that would give him a loan, a local loan company. With it, he was able to buy an old, small, beat-up pick-up truck. Things were going well enough, but then three months later the job site suddenly shut down and everyone was out of work again.

Fernando couldn’t meet his payments on the old truck. When the second missed payment came due, he still didn’t have a job. Two men from the loan company came to collect. They would usually just take whatever they wanted as payment. Fernando had very little. The two men were big men, strong. They looked around at his meager belongings. One commented his current debt was more than this whole place was worth. The big man said, “Well, we know how to take care of deadbeats like you. You’ll pay alright.” He moved over to where the others stood. Fernando’s wife Latrina, their two small children.

Juanito asked who the other two were. Fernando said, “They, they with the mission from Canada, at the local church. They are here today helping us is all.” A woman and her daughter were there to help the family get through these difficult times as part of an Outreach Program back home in Toronto. Both stood together, unsure of what exactly was going on or what these men wanted. It seemed Fernando owed them money, but he didn’t have it. Juanito moved towards them. “You, you are here to help Fernando? OK, we let you help Fernando and his family. Fernando owes us a lot of money but has none. So, he has to catch up on his late payments now.”

Fernando told the woman that she was going to put on a show for them. That would cover his late payment. She asked what kind of show. Her said, “Easy! You just let your daughter here give Fernando a blow-job, then both of us. Then we’ll call it even and leave. Otherwise, I’ll take this shack down.” He held up a lighter and lit it. “Maybe with you in it.”

Hector laughed. “Maybe you’ll be inside, too. Such a tragedy. But, it’s an old shack. These things happen.” Sharon was aghast. Her and her daughter Lisa had come from Toronto to do good for poor people in the area of the church they supported here. Five of them had come down four days ago. Two left yesterday. One was at the church now. But Sharon had this to deal with. Not only were these goons threatening these people, he was demanding she have Lisa give a blow job to each of these men. Well screw that! She wasn’t about to let these two men boss her around. She immediately went into a tirade about rights and freedoms and how they couldn’t make them do anything ... Wham! One of the men suddenly punched her very hard in the side of her head. Everything went dark, then came back, blurry. Her head was ringing, throbbing. She couldn’t even remember her own name at the moment. He punched her again in the same place. She went down to the floor, Lisa calling out “Mom!” as she fell.

Lisa was scared to death, especially when the big man punched her mom in the head twice. She went down to her, calling her, oh my God. Then the man grabbed her arm, yanked her up. He snarled at her, “You, you got work to do. Get busy.” He shoved her toward Mr. Martinez and she landed in front of him. The other man pulled out a big knife. The first man yelled at Mr. Martinez to pull down his pants. She could see the whole family was as scared as she was. Hands shaking, he pulled his pants down almost to his knees as he sat in a chair. The man with the knife suddenly grabbed her hair, forcing her over to Mr. Martinez and pushing her face down to his crotch. She could see his penis, a middle-aged man’s penis. It was very hairy, had this fat head on the end and gross! She could even just see his ball sack. The men started yelling at her to lick his thing with her tongue. Too terrified not to, she slowly leaned down a little more and did, just a bit. They kept say more, more! She licked it more, with longer licks. Her saliva was all over it now. Her hair hung down, partially hiding what she was doing. Then she felt hands grabbing her t-shirt. As one hand kept her face pressed into the man’s penis, other hands pulled her t-shirt up and off. Just as quickly they undid her bra and took it off too. The men made dirty sounds, saying filthy things in Espanola. Lisa was sixteen years old, and though she was quite average in looks, her breasts were one of her most developed assets. Those and her butt. Wearing baggy clothes hid things well enough for this Christian girl, but for 5’9” tall, her assets tended to show more than she liked. Now, her 34B breasts were exposed for all to see. She was sort of bent over to do this sex thing with her tongue, which made her boobs hang down and stand out even more. She lowered her self slightly, letting her boobs rest on his legs, hiding the areoles and a lot of the breast.