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Subject: AnmlAct (06/10)  "Her Animal Act"
Date: 5 Nov 1995 16:53:14 GMT
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took off for Acapulco.



Chapter 7

     There were no seats in the back of the plane, just some sleeping bags 
and emergency food supplies.  Only the cabin, where Pico and Faustina sat, 
was heated.  Once the plane reached cruising altitude Paula found herself 
shivering.  She got a sweater from her bag and put it on, then mastered 
sign language enough to coax Jose into helping her get blankets from two 
of the sleeping bags to cover her parents.
     Elliott was still unconscious from the drug, but Ruth was awake.  
They were both bound and gagged, Faustina having come back from the cabin 
long enough to accomplish the task.  Paul sat cross-legged on one of the 
sleeping bags, looking at her mother's frightened face.  She'd tried to 
talk to her for a while but had finally given up when she realized Ruth 
could only mumble through her gag in answer to the questions she asked.
     An expression of adoration on his coarse-featured face, Jose sat 
beside Paula.  His eyes never left her for a minute.  Finally he took her 
hand, smiling into her face as he locked his fingers through hers and 
scooted so close their hips touched.
     Reluctant to rebuff him, Paula let Jose hold her hand.  It was almost 
nice when he squeezed it affectionately and brought it to his lips.  She 
wondered why her mother's eyes looked so wide and fearful at such an 
innocent action.  Because Jose was such a big ugly Negro, she supposed.  
But Paula wasn't at all afraid to Jose.  He did look awfully menacing, but 
in his case she felt looks were deceiving.  Jose had protected and 
comforted her when she needed it, and she liked him a great deal for it.  
She'd never been prejudiced against Negroes like some of the kids her age.  
Her father had taught her to judge people as individuals -- by their 
actions rather than their race or looks.
     And she found Jose to be a warm individual.  He wouldn't take 
advantage of her, she felt sure.  Holding his hand was a comforting thing.  
She could feel strength passing from him to her.  And the way he kissed 
the back of her hand so tenderly was very reassuring.  She wondered how 
such a gentle giant could be mixed up with kidnapers.  Pico was obviously 
the boss of the gang, with mean Faustina taking second place.  Faustina 
fascinated Paula, but she didn't like her.
     Jose let go of her hand and put his arm around her shoulders.  
Stiffening slightly, Paula let him pull her body snugly against his.  Her 
mother's eyes looked frantic.  She was mumbling through her gag, trying to 
get up.
     "What is it, Mother?  Are you uncomfortable?  Would you like a 
sleeping bag under you?"
     Ruth shook her head, mumbled something, nodded toward Jose, then 
shook her head vigorously and mumbled some more.
     "He isn't going to rape me, Mother.  Is that what you think?"
     Ruth nodded sharply.
     "Oh, for goodness sakes.  He's as kind and gentle as any man I've 
ever known.  Don't be silly."
     Ruth shook her head from side to side, mumbling incoherently.
     Shrugging, Paula said, "Well, there's no need to worry about it.  If 
Jose did want to rape me, which I'm sure he doesn't, I don't see how I 
could stop him ... do you?"
     Ruth groaned and lay still.
     "You're overreacting, Mother.  Jose is just being nice to me ... 
trying to comfort me.  That's all.  We're going to Acapulco -- isn't that 
exciting?  If you've got to be kidnapped, I can't think of a more exotic 
place to be taken to, can you?  I don't care if it takes a whole week to 
arrange for the ransom to be paid."
     Ruth began to cry.
     "I'm sorry, Mother.  I guess I am being childish, but this is the 
only really exciting thing that's ever happened to me.  Don't worry so 
much.  I don't think they'll hurt us any ... and the church is sure to 
raise the ransom money real quick.  We'll be back home before you know it.
     "Just think how interested everybody will be!  I wish I had a 
notebook so I could write everything down.  Gosh ... I can't wait to tell 
all my friends!"
     Ruth shut her eyes and moaned mournfully.
     "I wish she wouldn't take it so har-" Paula started to say, turning 
her head to look at Jose; but he pulled her to him and kissed her, 
shutting off her words, catching her by surprise.
     Stunned by his sudden action, Paula was unable to protest instantly.  
His soft lips covered hers entirely, pressing warmly and firmly.  A shiver 
was Paula's first reaction.  Her heart skipped a beat, then thumped 
wildly.  She'd never been kissed this way by a man.  It took her breath 
and made her feel all funny in the pit of her stomach.  By the time she'd 
regained her senses, she realized Jose's kiss thrilled her tremendously.
     She pushed him away and looked blinkingly into his deep-brown eyes.  
"You shouldn't have done that, Jose."
     He smiled confidently, not understanding her words; misinterpreting 
her soft, quavering voice.
     Then he kissed her again, holding her tightly, flattening her breasts 
against his hard chest.  His face moved constantly, his lips rolling hotly 
on hers.  The tip of his tongue darted out and teased intimately between 
Paula's lips, urging them apart, coaxing her mouth open.
     Her heart sounding like a tom-tom in her ears, Paula whimpered and 
let his tongue creep wetly over the sharp edges of her parting teeth.  It 
rushed deep into her mouth, licking and caressing as it came.  Before she 
knew what she was doing, her own tongue was licking back at his.
     Catching herself, fighting the strong urge to throw her arms around 
his powerful body, Paula jerked away.  She put her hands on his chest and 
held him away.  She was trembling all over, her eyes clamped shut and her 
chest heaving for breath.
     "Don't ... please don't, Jose," she moaned weakly.
     Again it was her tone of voice and not her words that Jose responded 
to.  She sounded excited and reluctant, both of which pleased him greatly.  
He tried to pull her mouth back to his.
     "No!" Paula snapped, looking away from him, her eyes locking on her 
mother's tortured face.
     Looking hurt, Jose followed her gaze.  Then he smiled and got to his 
feet.  He went to Ruth and turned her, putting her face toward the wall of 
the plane so her large eyes couldn't see Paula.  He pulled the blanket 
over her head and held her firmly in position long enough to make her 
understand she was not to turn over again.  Standing and pulling his 
turtleneck shirt over his head, he glanced questioningly at Paula.
     His V-shaped torso drew her gaze and held it.  She gasped at all the 
muscles and the dense patch of curly hair on his chest.  His upper arms 
looked as big as her thighs, and much more powerful.
     His fingers groping at his belt, Jose came toward her.
     Paula threw up her hands, wagging them as well as her head.
     Again Jose misunderstood.  Thinking her hands were pointing at the 
lights, that she wanted them out, he strode to the cabin and opened the 
door.  Using sign language, he informed Pico of his intentions and asked 
him to turn off the lights in the back of the plane.
     Pico nodded approval and turned off the lights in the cargo area.  In 
Spanish, not a word of which Paula understood, Pico said, "The girl is all 
yours for as long as we are in the air.  Have her; enjoy her."
     Also in Spanish, Faustina said, "Let me hear her scream when you 
enter her, Jose.  Don't bother being gentle with her; break the little 
bitch in right!  "
     Smiling weakly, Paula sat huddled in a ball as Jose turned from the 
cabin.  While he was shutting the door, she got a quick glance at his 
face.  He looked angry for the first time since she'd met him, and Paula 
was struck numb by his distorted face.  She had no way of knowing his 
anger was directed at Faustina.  She thought he was angry with her for 
refusing him.
     Her teeth chattering, she clutched her knees to her chest, holding 
her breath as he shut the door and cut off all light save the faint 
moonlight coming in the two small windows.  Two thumps sounded as he 
kicked off his shoes.  A pause, then a zipper sounded, followed by the 
rustle of clothing which she barely heard over the soft drone of the 
engines.  A shadowy figure now, he padded barefoot toward her.  When he 
passed the opposite window, she got a frightening glimpse of the swaying 
cock standing out from his loins.  He was going to rape her.  She was sure 
of that now, and the thought of his big prick pushing into her made her 
feel faint.
     But she dared not refuse him again.  If one refusal could make him as 
angry as he was already, what would a second rebuff do?  She shuddered at 
the thought, visualizing herself beaten to a pulp with Jose getting what 
he wanted anyway.
     Then he was beside her, pulling her down onto the sleeping bag, 
taking her in his arms and holding her to his nude body.  His large cock, 
hot and hard and throbbing, lay between them.  Paula felt a tremor sweep 
over her as the long instrument pressed intimately against her stomach.  
His lips were moving over her face, starting on her forehead and kissing 
very tenderly toward her mouth.
     It was all she could do to lie still and allow him to kiss her eyes 
and nose and cheeks.  His lips felt hot, and he was breathing harshly; but 
he was being gentle, and she was grateful for that.  She didn't want to be 
beaten and raped.  The very thought of it terrified her.  He intended to 
possess her, though.  There was no doubt in her mind as to what he wanted 
-- especially when his large hands cupped her asscheeks and pulled her 
pussy snug against his hard cock.
     She tried to pull away.  But he held her, hunching lightly as his 
mouth descended and his lips claimed hers.  His mouth was open, his lips 
covering hers, his tongue probing for admittance.  A tiny sigh of 
resignation sounding through her nostrils, Paula opened her mouth and let 
his wet tongue come spearing in.
     They kissed for a long time.  Paula's fear was driven out by the 
growing number of those strange butterflies fluttering so wildly inside 
her stomach.  In a daze, she put her arm around him and began to suck 
willingly on his ever-moving tongue.  His thick shaft pressed between the 
lips of her cunt, feeling hot and hard even through the thickness of her 
clothing.  Soon her clitoris crept from beneath its protective hood and 
started bombarding her mind with thousands of wonderful sensations.
     Jose kept their mouths together, pulling his tongue back slowly, 
teasing hers into his mouth, then sucking it hungrily.
     Her open hand moved jerkily over his back; her loins beginning to 
hunch back at him, Paula moaned through her flared nostrils and stuck her 
tongue so deep into his mouth that she was licking at the back of his 
throat.  Her boy friend back in Tulsa had never thrilled her the way Jose 
was thrilling her.  With him, she'd always been in control of the 
situation.  With Jose it was entirely different.  He was a man; he was in 
control; he was going to fuck her -- and there was absolutely nothing she 
could do to stop him!
     With Jose she felt so weak and helpless.  And to her utter amazement, 
she found she liked feeling that way.  She felt uneasy about liking it, 
but she did anyway.  Every nerve in her young body began to sing a new and 
exciting song.  Her response to Jose's passionate kisses and stroking 
hands was awfully depraved, she knew -- but she couldn't help it.  He was 
so big and black, so gentle yet masterful.  Very much aware of his 
blackness now, thrilled all the more because of it, Paula threw her leg 
over his hip and rubbed her cunt eagerly up and down his pleasure-giving 
cock.
     And it was giving her pleasure.  Her clitoris, hard and throbbing by 
this time, was being massaged ever so delightfully by the bumpy under-
surface of his thick shaft.  The walls of her vagina began to secrete 
copiously, the slippery fluid seeping out and covering her swollen cunt 
lips, soaking the crotchband of her nylon panties.  Her loins felt hot and 
hungry as never before.  Soon she was raging with desire, wanting to be 
penetrated and made a woman, wishing Jose would hurry and take her.
     And her unspoken message got across to Jose.  He pulled up her dress 
and tugged her panties down her legs.
     Paula kicked them off along with her shoes, then lay on her back, 
shivering as she looked up at his gentle face, letting him take the rest 
of her clothing off, rolling and lifting herself to help him.
     "You won't hurt me?" she asked.
     The dim moonlight shone on him.  The adoration in his eyes and the 
worshipful expression on his face told her she had no cause to worry.  She 
wondered dimly what he would do if she put her clothes back on and refused 
to cooperate.  His eyes seemed to be full of loving tenderness.  But she 
supposed he'd get angry if she rebuffed him again ... and she didn't like 
him angry.  She liked him this way -- tender and passionate.  No, she 
didn't want to anger him again.  In fact, she didn't want to refuse him.  
The fire he'd set in her loins was a demanding thing.  She didn't want to 
stall him any longer.  And though she was shivering with fear at what lay 
ahead, she hungered for the experience.
     Impulsively she reached out and grasped his cock, sucking in her 
breath at the size of it.  Trying in vain to make her fingers encircle its 
girth, she breathed, "It's so big and hard!"
     Ruth began to sob piteously, her body jerking as she lay helpless 
under the blanket.
     Until her mother sobbed, Paula had completely forgotten there was 
anyone else in the world but her and Jose.  She glanced at her, then at 
her unconscious father.  A sense of shame swept over her.  She knew it was 
wrong to let herself enjoy Jose's lovemaking.  But wrong or not, shame or 
no shame, she did want him.  And since he would take her, willing or not, 
she decided to hell with the shame, determining to make the most of a 
situation she had no power to direct.
     Then there was no time to think, because Jose was bending over her 
and loving her in three places.  His hand covered her tit, massaging it, 
tweaking her hard pink nipple as his mouth and tongue worked warm and wet 
at her other nipple.  His hand was between her thighs, stroking her, 
brushing her cunt, rubbing it.
     With him doing all that, it was an easy matter for her to close her 
ears to her mother's sobs.  She gripped his feverish dick tightly, 
squeezing it and moving her hand up and down by instinct.  Her other hand 
came up to his head.  She moaned softly, rubbing his mass of kinky hair, 
pulling his mouth firmly over her tit.
     Slowly his hand moved up her thigh and cupped her cunt.  Fingers 
worked her open, making room for another finger which slid between her 
spread cunt lips and bumped her hymen.  She jerked reflexively, then 
caught herself and pushed back at the invading finger.  It hurt very 
little as it slipped deep into her moist vagina.  Paula sighed with 
relief, thinking her hymen had been broken and wondering why girls lied 
about it hurting so much.
     But her membrane was not broken, as she thought.  It was merely 
stretched a little and pushed to the side.
     As Jose's middle finger stroked gently in and out of her cunt, Paula 
sighed again and again.  She was a woman at last, and she gloried in her 
new status.  Sex was terribly good -- getting better and better all the 
time -- and she wondered how people could think anything which gave so 
much pleasure could possibly be bad.
     "Oh, darling," she whispered, so her mother couldn't hear.  "I'm 
ready now.  Take me ... put it in me!"
     When he kept sucking her tit and fingering her pussy.  Paula pulled 
his head up and kissed him abandonedly, thrusting her tongue into his 
mouth and jerking at his cock in an effort to urge him on top of her.
     That, Jose understood.  Leaving their mouths pressed wetly together, 
he swung between her legs and brought the head of his massive cock to her 
cunt.
     Paula held her breath, waiting for him to penetrate her, spreading 
her legs wider apart to make it easier for him.  It felt wonderful lying 
in the outer folds of her steaming opening, and she wanted to have it 
inside her at once now that her hymen was already broken.
     But she wasn't prepared for the pain his bulging glans caused as he 
pressed slowly in.  It entered her larger lips quite easily; but when she 
felt it spreading her inner lips tautly, she jerked her mouth from his and 
flung her head to the side.  The pain was a tearing, dreadful thing.  She 
gasped, jerked convulsively, then bit her lower lip to keep from screaming 
aloud.
     "Stop ... oh, please stop," she begged.  "It's too big for me!"
     Ruth was crying brokenly.  She could hear what was happening to Paula 
-- every sordid detail of it.
     Recognizing the sound of pain in her voice, Jose pulled his glans 
from her at once.  He bent and kissed her cheek, then scooted down and 
kissed her pussy.
     By the third kiss her pain was gone, but Paula wasn't about to push 
his mouth from her vulva.  His lips felt awfully good there.  She lay as 
still as her trembling would allow, holding her legs far apart and patting 
his head.  Then his tongue shot into her and Paula thought she would die, 
it was so good.
     Everything but her pleasure completely forgotten, Paula crooned 
softly and held his face to her crotch with both hands.  Up and down her 
hole he licked, darting in occasionally and stuffing her as full of his 
precious tongue as her virgin pussy could take, whipping her to new 
heights with each lick and thrust, thrilling her until she couldn't stand 
another second of the unbearable bliss.
     "Oh ... oh cripes!" she wailed, pushing him away before she passed 
out from the intensity of it.
     Her mind reeling with lust, she recalled the girl in the dirty 
picture, then struggled up and knelt over Jose as soon as he'd flopped 
onto his back.  Without a second's hesitation she grabbed his shaft and 
lowered her face to his loins.  Pursing her lips, she pulled his cock to 
her and kissed his glans.  It felt hot and moist.  Those butterflies in 
her stomach numbered in the millions as she stuck out her tongue and 
licked Jose's feverish cockhead.
     Moaning, out of her head with insane lust, Paula opened her mouth 
wide and took in all the hot, hard cock she could manage, sucking down 
harshly on it and bobbing her head up and down frenziedly.  Caught up in 
the lewd act, reveling joyously in it, Paula would have gladly sucked his 
big prick all night.
     But Jose had other ideas.  He pulled her mouth from him, a loud, 
lascivious slurp sounding as her lips lost their happy suction.
     "I'm dying ... I'm burning up!"
     Jose placed her once more on her back and mounted her, pushing his 
spit-slick cockhead between the puffy lips of her cunt and bearing down 
hard.
     Paula was too far gone to care about the pain.  She threw her arms 
around him and pushed with him, helping him stretch her inner lips and 
give her what she was starving for.  Because of her raging need, it popped 
through her inner ring with only a dull ache.  Then his hot glans bumped 
her hymen, still very much intact, and before Paula could tell him to 
stop, it was too late.
     A searing pain spread out from her loins as his thick cock tore her 
membrane and rushed snugly up her tight cunt.  Then his heavy nuts slapped 
into the crack of her quivering ass and his glans shoved her womb higher 
into her belly.
     "Oh God ... oh God!" Paula shrieked, thinking for sure she was ripped 
asunder.
     Jose's mouth found hers, his lips closing over her lips and his 
tongue filling her gasping mouth.  She bit his tongue, sucking air through 
her flared nostrils as her body quaked beneath him.
     The pain never did go away completely, but it ebbed enough that she 
quit chewing Jose's tongue and lay numbly beneath him.  In a state of 
semi-shock, she felt his enormous shaft stroking gently.  Then he sucked 
in his breath and stiffened, his cock jerking wildly as a great mass of 
hot fluid bathed her unfeeling cunt.



Chapter 8

     In a basement room, one end of which was designed to look exactly 
like a medieval torture chamber, sat five very wealthy and jaded men.  
Each man had a woman with him; two had brought along their equally jaded 
wives, three their very young and beautiful girl friends of the moment.  
They sat on couches arranged in a semicircle before the torture chamber 
section of the room, smoking and sipping drinks, chatting among 
themselves, waiting for the special show they'd paid one thousand dollars 
each to witness.
     None of the couples had met any of the others before this day.  Each 
of the men had been contacted via telephone by the vice-lord Pico.  One of 
the men was an aging Hollywood star who'd brought the girl beside him -- a 
stunning red-haired starlet of nineteen -- to Acapulco for fun and games, 
promising to see that she got a juicy role in his next film.  One couple, 
middle-aged and married, was from Germany, in Acapulco for a week's 
holiday.  The others were Latin Americans, one a local married couple who 
owned several hotels and bars, the others from South America -- an 
exporter and his lady from Brazil and a rancher and his current flame from 
Argentina.
     The men, at least, all had one thing in common -- depravity -- and 
the sex show they'd been promised greatly appealed to them.  An American 
family -- a minister and his wife and fourteen-year-old daughter -- both 
striking blondes -- was soon to be brought in and ravished before their 
very eyes.  Juan, the vice-lord host, had assured them it wouldn't be an 
act, but the real thing.
     One by one from their separate rooms, as inescapable as prison cells, 
Ruth, Elliott and Paula were brought in naked and struggling.
     Ruth was spread-eagled and manacled with her back to the wall.  Most 
of the fight and fear was gone from her now.  She hadn't eaten for the 
three days they'd been held captive in Acapulco.  Jose had brought her all 
the water she'd wanted, but nothing more.  She was weak and defeated, 
horrified but docile.  Tears of humiliation streamed down her blushing 
cheeks as her ankles and wrists were fastened securely to the wall by the 
heavy iron manacles.  The ten pairs of eyes in the faces grinning with 
anticipation bored into her, evoking a deep sense of shame as she sagged 
helplessly before them.
     Elliott was led in next, his hands tied in front of him.  He'd had 
all he wanted to eat and was well over the effects of the drug he'd been 
given in Juarez.  Full of righteous indignation, he was fighting every 
step of the way as Jose slapped and kicked and shoved him into the room.
     "Jesus ... it sure looks real," the starlet breathed.
     "For a thousand bucks apiece, it better be," her escort muttered.
     Elliott raged when he saw his wife hanging from the wall.  He broke 
free of Jose and ran to her, grabbing the chains and trying to rip them 
out of the concrete they were set in.
     "Go along with them, Elliott," Ruth pleaded.
     "No, honey ... NO!"
     "They'll kill us if you don't!  There's nothing we can do!"
     "They'll have to kill me!" he hissed, turning away to glare at the 
watchers, sweating from his exertion with the chains.
     His voice echoing loudly around the room, Elliott ran toward the 
onlookers screaming, "Stop them!  Don't let them do this!  We're decent 
people!"
     Grabbing Elliott up like a sack of potatoes, Jose held him, kicking 
and helpless, hooked over his hip.
     "We've been abducted!  Don't you understand?  Help us!  For God's 
sake, help us!!!"
     Pico stuffed a gag in his mouth, tying it in place as Elliott shook 
his head and tried in vain to spit it out.  When he was silenced, Jose 
stood him on a box and forced his tied wrists over a hook in a ceiling 
beam.  Then, before Elliott could jerk off the hook, Pico kicked the box 
from beneath him and laughed cruelly as he swayed, helpless and mumbling.
     The audience was tense with emotion, watching attentively as Elliott 
kicked and jerked on his hook and Ruth sobbed and sagged pitifully by her 
manacles.
     The German wife reached into her husband's lap and took out his erect 
dick, her hand trembling as she gripped it harshly.  "This is real, Karl!  
Those people are not actors!"
     Karl pulled her dress up and gripped the inside of her thigh until 
she sucked in her breath and sighed, "It's going to be a delicious show 
.... worth every mark we paid.  The woman has a whip, do you see?"
     Jose hurried from the room, returning a moment later with Paula.  She 
had a worried smile on her pretty face as he led her through the doorway.  
Then she saw her father hanging from the ceiling and her mother fastened 
to the wall.  Stopping in her tracks, she jerked her hands up to her face 
and screamed shrilly.
     "Mommy ... Daddy!  Oh good cripes!  What have they done to you?  
What's going on?"
     Then she saw the audience and tried to hide behind Jose.  His 
expression very strained, Jose picked Paula up and carried her to the 
padded massage table where Faustina was waiting.
     "Put her pretty little butt here," Faustina ordered, patting the very 
end of the table.  "That's it ... now hold her on her back while I tie her 
ankles."
     Paula, who'd also been fed and cared for, fought so hard Pico had to 
help his sister pull her legs apart and tie her ankles to the table legs.  
When her ankles were secure, her legs spread wide apart and her squirming 
butt hanging on the edge of the table, Pico and Faustina moved up and each 
took one of her wrists from Jose.
     His eyes pleading, Jose tapped Pico on the shoulder and pointed to 
Paula.
     "It's all right, my friend," Pico assured.  "Your precious Paula will 
be harmed in no way.  Now, go sit down out of the way.  I'll call you when 
you're needed."
     As Jose moved reluctantly away, Paula felt her body being stretched 
tautly.  Her arms were pulled out straight above her head, then apart, 
Ropes were fastened around her wrists as she whimpered and bit her lip.  
Then, in turn, her wrists were tied to the opposite table legs from her 
ankles.
     "The young girl is first," Juan, sitting off to the side, announced.  
"I regret you cannot see her lose her virginity.  I'm told the Negro took