Chapter 2

Cesar Mendez his countries greatest drug lord took another sip of fine wine as he sliced his roasted chicken in two. His cell was the finest imaginable with all the comforts of home including his own personal chef; but in the end it was still a cell.

"My friend," he coughed between great mouthfuls of flesh," I have a new assignment for you."

The Hawaiian shirted thug rocked back in his chair smirking. He was Cesar's fix it man, one of the few of his people not incarcerated.

"Off course Don," he said solemnly.

His last assignment the hot brunette lawyer had please his boss very much. Since her sudden flight out of the country the prosecution has become fractured and now all that was needed was for the judge to abort this fiasco of a trial.

Cesar wiped his brow the humidity still apparent even with his air-conditioned cell.

"Judge Nemeth has shown either true bravery or stupidity in taking this case and persevering. He has adjourned until a new prosecution lawyer can be found but he insists on continuing."

"Kill him." The Hawaiian man said calmly and with typical Columbian clarity of purpose.

"Steady my friend," laughed Cesar washing his throat with claret. "We need an acquittal not a yet another new trial."

His eyes then narrow pleasantries over with. "I have been here two fucking years now, I don't intend to spend two more before a verdict!"

The Hawaiian man froze allowing the storm to pass. The drug lord calmed himself standing up patting his man on the shoulder. "We need a leverage to get him to help us."

"A bribe?" his fix it man asked; then added, "he's already very rich."

Cesar nodded in agreement. "Hmm yes incredibly rich, a major land owner of Columbia. But maybe we could negotiate with him on other non financial matters?"

The drug lord then tossed a magazine to his seated aide. It was the Hello celebrity paper. "Our associates have already made the first move with Judge Nemeth and it appears he IS open to negotiation. Now I want you to demonstrate we mean business."

The Hawaiian shirt nodded as he flipped through the magazine. As he came to pics of a celebrity ball Mendez stabbed his finger onto the paper. The page had photos of two women tall and elegant, both in thigh splitting white dresses. Each was sexy slim with perfect wax legs down to designer heels. They had beaming movie star smiles as they stood arm in arm for paparazzi photographers.

"That is Calista Nemeth." Cesar grunted pointing to the older woman. His aide admired her cascade of straight brunette hair with those big lips and full bosom figure. "She used to be a TV actress in the states a while back until she lost it all in a celeb v network law case."

The Don allowed his aide to study the picture before adding. "She's been married to the judge for two years and has a created reputation for feistiness from the press and Columbian officialdom." He then smiled." A woman after my own heart."

The Hawaiian shook his head the magazine said the woman was reputedly 48 but on the photo she looked about thirty. "Mama mia he is one lucky judge."

Mendez corrected, "You mean one lucky millionaire land owner judge do you not?" And the Hawaiian nodded and grinned getting his point. He then turned his attention at the younger woman-standing arm in arm with this aging soap star. "And this is... ?"

Mendez finished his sentence. "That is her Australian daughter Emily just finish college on vacation in Columbia for the summer."

The beautiful young woman on her arm had the same figure of long legs and well filled brassiere her golden hair in a long ponytail her face with high cheekbone like her mother; but with blue eyes piercing like ice fire. She was like a Greek goddess, Helen of Troy or something similar and the Hawaiian grunted in admiration at the elite sexy starlet.

"It says here a modelling career beckons."

"I've no doubt," Cesar replied a little annoyed with the small talk.

"I do not believe she was happy with her mother marriage. " He added drawing the man away from his bewitching magazine. "After all it is her fourth and Emily's opinion has been discussed over and over by the press. This is no doubt some show of unity while she has to endure her summer here."

"And how do these beauties relate to what you have in mind?" The Hawaiian asked taking a sip of his ice tea.

Suddenly there was a knock at the cell door and a hesitant prison guard entered.

"Yes take the tray," Cesar said gruffly," I have finished my meal."

The prison guard didn't look at the pics or at either man. Instead he collected his plates and quickly left. "Close the door," the Don barked and the guard did as he was asked,

"Now," Cesar said bending to the smirking thugs ear, "I will explain."

On the sun drench veranda of her husband's villa Calista rubbed her legs together in a slow sensuous manner adjusting her position on the sun lounger. Her lips glistened as she sipped her cocktail her big shades hiding the annoyed look in her eyes.

Calista was in her late forties, few knew exactly how late, if it even was forties anymore. A B-movie actress when young she had kept her beauty and with some cosmetic help her figure and had lived the high life until those backstabbers and media freaks had bankrupted her. But that was back in Hollywood and a new career playing a Columbian soap bitch was already in the pipeline.

She adjusted her long mane of straight hair her wide lips impassive as she watched her daughter. The little darling her only off spring from her second marriage was being as difficult as always. Raised the other side of the world the antipodean princess now studied in the States.

"Emily, she sighed looking over the tops of the shades fixing her daughter with a matriarchal stare, "Isn't it about time you started making an effort?"

Emily grinned then sat up from her own lounger curling her ponytail into a bun on the top of her head her outstanding busty figure aching to escape her bikini.

"No mother I don't think it is."

She then rolled onto her tummy long legs exercising up and down like she was splashing on the beach. "You married the jerk, not me." Then pointing a finger doing a 360 rotation of all the exquisite garden views from her seat she added, "and I can see why."

Emily's star was in the ascendance. At nineteen she was the socialite teen queen of New York's Upper East Side. These days she was starting to get more magazine cover than her mom. She felt this attempt at a family get together was nothing but a crass attempt by her mother to get press attention for her Mickey mouse TV show here in the shit hole of the world. But Emily liked this game. She loved making her new stepfather squirm and she just knew how he looked at her

"Maybe I'd be more pleasant if your darling husband didn't undress me with his eyes every time he sees me." She had heard of the Judges past reputation for the younger woman. "Maybe your past your sell by date already?" She mused trying to inflame her mother's temper.

"Her mother didn't rise to the challenge instead stood as she saw her latest husband approaching. Judge Nemeth was 20 years older than her and he looked it in dressing gown and slippers.

"Darling," she purred Emily is so enjoying her stay, she's even thinking of moving down here to your lovely country." Calista then allowed herself a smile as she saw her daughter stiffen in annoyance.

Judge Nemeth shrugged his shoulders, "of course dear anything for you."

He then strolled on looking to the sky thinking, "please not that little bitch all the time." Emily had been making his life hell and she just loved to flaunt herself at him. He saw a lot of her mother in her and he had come to realise in the last two years that looks like that cost on many levels.

He stopped Calista's voice high and commanding.

"Did you cancel your trip next week? Remember I need you here with me not playing silly games like a load of schoolboys."

Nemeth nodded without looking back grumbling to himself. "Yes and I was looking forward to that fishing weekend."

As he walked off Calista looked smug at her daughter. "You see he's such a sweet dear."

Emily stood up long legs accentuated by six-inch heels and a cut away swimsuit. As she walked to the shade of the house ass buns moving up and down like pistons she replied with her own thoughts "You've got the sad old fool eating out of your hand. I don't know who's more pathetic; him or you for marrying him."

Calista reclined on her sun chair pushing her shade back into position. That question didn't even need to be asked.

Judge Nemeth was inside looking through the papers on his office desk when the high pitch ring of the gatehouse phone called out. He flicked the com and spoke to the armed police who always protected his regal villa.

"Yes?"

"Sir we have two men here says they have come to mow the lawns."

At the gate the cops looked over their meagre vehicle with one cutting machine and a couple of rakes.

"I don't think there going to be finished soon sir," The cop added down the phone with a grin.

Nemeth sighed, "not another gardener." Calista's reputation for arrogance was getting out of hand. How many people had she sacked or resigned on him this year?

The cop continued, "they're clean sir just a bits of gardening gear."

The cop put down the receiver and looked back at the two shabby unshaven men.

"Go on through," he grunted stroking his machine pistol for affect.

The Hawaiian shirted man nodded and smiled before getting back into his flat bed truck.

The road wound up through decorative jungle inspired gardens until the canopy gave way to lush lawns, a large fountain central drive and the beautiful 19th century villa.

As they circled the water feature and parked in front of the house doors Judge Nemeth came out to meet them. He strolled over still in his slippers and dressing gown rubbing his head. The Hawaiian shirt stepped down holding his hat in his hand in reverence.

Senior Judge many apologise, your wife says I...

Whack!

The other mans hand slammed into Nemeth's back the old man collapsing to the dirt. Instantly both men had his arms dragging him inside the judge groaning the thugs rushing him to his office closing the door behind them.

They flung him across his desk and the Hawaiian took the judges fountain pen and as his aide pinned the man's head, he pointed the sharp tip towards his terrified eye.

"One sharp thrust with my palm and I'll chisel your eyeball out. Two thrusts and it will be your brain."

Back at the gate the cops drew their guns to hip height again as an immaculate delivery trucked pulled up. The machine was bright red emblazoned with the logo of the finest store in Bogotá. The man stepped down in his impressive black uniform handing a docket of delivery.

Suddenly there was a call from the house. It was Judge Nemeth again.

"Has a delivery truck arrived yet?"

The cop confirmed

"Well let it through"

The cop replied calmly and professionally, "we're just going to search it first sir. Its not on our schedule for today."

The voice became more panicky. "That's because my wife didn't tell me untill five minutes ago. That is Mrs Nemeths winter collection, put a dirty finger on it and she'll have your head and mine!"

The cops shrugged their shoulders amused at his worried tone, "very well sir we wouldn't want to upset Mrs Nemeth." The delivery driver smiled trying to get in on their private joke. "Sounds like a real bitch."

The cops frowned back and thrust his papers back at him. "Just get on with your delivery and mind your fucking tongue up there."As the driver climbed back in the cab they failed to notice his sweating brow. He took a slight gulp and watched the gates open. One of these days his big mouth would be the death of him.

In the house Emily put down her pitcher after pouring another cocktail from the kitchen cooler. She strained her neck to listen down the palatial corridor of this fabulous mansion. Was the old fool on the phone or just muttering to himself like usual? She sauntered down the marble floored hall her heel clicking as she went. She reached his office door and smiled planning on cock teasing him some more. Then she heard the delivery truck pull up at front of the house and stared out at the unexpected visitors.

Suddenly there was hand around her mouth a sharp object at her neck!

She wriggled but the Hawaiian man was strong the sharp object pressing at her jugular. "Be still Miss," he hissed as he moved from the office.

She could see two men jumping down from the truck weapons in there hands. They burst into the hall. Out of the corner of her eye in the study she could see Nemeth roped to a high back chair still in his dressing gown.

Another man was with him and he flipped the chair back and then pulled it along like a cart, out of the study following the wriggling Emily and her captor into the large plush living room. From this room double French doors opened out over the drive and Emily could see the logo of her mother favourite store on the side of the park truck.

The judge was moaning to himself and Emily finally pulled away guns now pointing at her. "Who, what's going... is it a robbery?"

The judge was rocking on his chair like a bedlam fool groaning to no one in particular. "Oh no, oh no, please oh mercy no."

Emily didn't understand his reaction.

"Show a bit of backbone you old jerk," she barked standing erect like a high-heeled statue.

Then there were swearing and a tussle as the two van driver dragged her sun bathing mother kicking and screaming into the room. She was thrown unceremoniously on the floor as one man stood at the door weapon in hand the other headed back to the truck.

"Do you know who your robbing?" Emily shouted. "He's a fucking judge you fucking worms; you're in so much trouble."

"Oh God be quiet you silly bitch," her mother cried realising who these men were.

The Hawaiian man ignored both women and looked to the rocking dribbling Nemeth.

"Judge we are here on business," he said calmly, "my boss says you know what he wants you to do; I am here to demonstrate we mean business." The man groaned but nodded in pitiful acceptance.

Emily looked confused at her mother then to the judge then to the delivery van as it crunched gears going into reverse slowly backing up to the French doors. His men opened the double height doors the trucks rear almost reversing into the room.

"Oh God they going to kidnap us," Calista screamed, Emily backing away towards the thug blocked door.

"No miss," The Hawaiian man replied, "we want to show you what power we have over those who challenge us." He then nodded to his aid who began to unlocked then punch the van roller shutter up to show a hold crammed full of near naked men.

"Were going to give you your lesson right here in your own home while your police stand guard at the gate."

Emily's heart began to crank up a notch in beats Calista chest also starting to bounce with horror as the thirty or so greasy sweating bodies began jumping down into the ornate sumptuous room.

The men were all ages some young muscled bucks other pot bellied unshaven old thug types. All wore nothing but the smallest of briefs their balls and cocks bulging around the fabric. A couple had already tugged the gussets to one side hooking their balls exposing their limp fat maggots. The men's bodies were glistening with sweat the hold humid and over powering with musk after a few hot crammed hours.

The Hawaiian man folded his arms with an impassive face, his three guards taking up positions at the wall machine pistols at ready. This rampant group of male specimens were from an unusual source. Many hadn't seen a woman in years. The Don had requested a favour from the prison governor and like everyone else he obviously felt obliged to deliver. "Thirty women hungry inmates, "Cesar had told the Hawaiian man. "But make sure you return 30 or the governor has told me you will be filling the cells in their absence."

Calista groaned on her knees as men surrounded. Her daughter had backed against the wall her hands pressed flat trying to find a route through solid brick. As the men neared she hit out a big longhaired thug catching her wrist easily twisting her arm, pulling her towards him. "Awww!"

"You have forty five minutes!" The Hawaiian man shouted above the laughs and squeals.

The judge's hot wife looked in awe as hands gripped her bikini ripping it from her

She was a refined elegant witch no match for these big muscled brutes. Her expensive tits sprung out with age defying rigidity; her ass bucking at admiring slaps. She shook her head in disgust then looked to her husband his pale face quickly masked by surrounding greasy hairy bodies. She felt her fine brunette mane tugged back her mouth opening in a forced gasp. The men groaned in delight her big flared lashes showing contempt but disbelief too. "This can't be happening!"

Emily cried out; "Mother help!" But her mom couldn't respond now emitting choking retches as she struggled to swallow the first cons rock stiff erection. Emily could see her long finger pushing other cocks away her body twisting trying to get up. But the men were all over her hands everywhere groping, pressing, delving into her private spaces. Now the teen babe was more aware of her surrounding menace the sounds of her mother telling her that this was no joke.