Path: newshost.williams.edu!news2.near.net!noc.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!chi-news.cic.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.leonardo.net!n1.wdc.net!pp7.westdat.com!user From: grobert@westdat.com (TheEditor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: AnmlAct (07/10) "Her Animal Act" Date: 5 Nov 1995 16:53:40 GMT Organization: Western Datacom Lines: 425 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: pp7.westdat.com that from her during the flight from Juarez, where the family was abducted. Nevertheless, you will see her reaction to her first experience with Lesbianism. When you're ready, my dear." Faustina, wearing boots, leather skirt and bra, all black, nodded to Juan, then bowed to the audience. Smiling, she moved to the table and began running her hands over Paula. Cringing, Paula said, "Don't ... please don't touch me like that." Ignoring her, Faustina rubbed her palms over Paula's soft abdomen and cupped one of her firm young tits. "She is very lovely, no?" Paula squirmed, trying to move away from Faustina's hot hands. "And so reluctant to be loved by a woman," Faustina added, taking Paula's pink nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching slowly down on it. Paula whimpered. Her grip tightening, Faustina brought her face over Paula's and smiled cruelly down at her. "You're h-hurting me! Stop ... p-please stop!" Paula gasped, her upper lip twitching and her eyes wide with fear. "Kiss me, little one. Maybe I'll stop hurting you then ... if you kiss me passionately enough." "No! I w-won't kiss you!" Her teeth clenched, Faustina twisted Paula's nipple with all her might. Screaming at the top of her healthy lungs, Paula bucked her body up from the table only to have the ropes bite painfully into her wrists and ankles. She fell, shuddering and sobbing, back to the table, Faustina's evil fingers gone from her tit but the pain lingering on. "Cripes," she moaned. "Oh, cripes!" Then she felt Faustina taking her sore nipple between her thumb and forefinger again. "No! I'll kiss you ... oh, God! I'll kiss you!" Elliott kicked his legs wildly, trying to get himself free of the hook so he could rush to his daughter's aid. "That's better," Faustina said, gloating into Paula's pain-racked face. "I don't want to hurt you, sweet one. Love is what I desire with you. Give it to me and you will feel no more pain." "All r-right," Paula stuttered, not sure she could believe Faustina because she could feel her fingers holding lightly to her abused, throbbing nipple. "I'll kiss it and make it well," Faustina cooed, moving her head to Paula's breast. Her head slid down Paula's stomach, cupping her cunt as she pursed her lips and kissed the pink tip of her tit. Her mouth opened. She took Paula's tender bud inside and began sucking and licking her, her fingers moving jerkily through the blonde pubic hair. A slurp sounded as she lifted her head. "Is that better, little one?" Afraid to do otherwise, Paula nodded. Faustina laughed, then dropped her head and took nearly all of Paula's tit into her hot mouth. Sucking softly, she rolled her face and stroked her hand intimately over Paula's loins. Her fingertips traced lightly from asshole to clitoris, going up the inner slope of one cunt lip and down the other, making Paula squirm and shut her eyes. "Why," Faustina exclaimed with mock surprise, "I think you like what I'm doing to you, little one!" "I don't," Paula moaned. "Not a bit." "I think you lie to Faustina. Look at your nipple. It's becoming hard, no? And what is this?" she asked, lifting her hand from her pussy and rubbing her fingers together. "Do I feel the moisture of love coming from you already?" "No, no, no!" "Oh, yes, yes, yes," Faustina chuckled. "Leave her alone," Ruth sobbed. "For God's sake ... leave my little girl alone!" Faustina's head snapped around, her eyes turning instantly cruel and threatening as she glared at Ruth. "Shut up, puta! This one no longer is yours. She now belongs to Pico and me! Another word out of you will earn you a taste of my wheep!" "Whip her!" the German woman hissed. "Whip her!" But Faustina paid no attention to her. She stared Ruth down, then turned, smiling warmly, back to Paula. "Now I'm going to make the love with you. Before I'm finished, I think you will not be able to deny you find it good." Her heart beating wildly, Paula watched Faustina's face move over hers. It descended quickly, lips finding lips, fitting together eagerly and hotly. Faustina kissed Paula wetly, her lips trying to work the girl's open, her hands moving constantly on both firm young tits. Trying to think of anything but what was happening to her, Paula lay very still. She didn't want to respond to this perversion, and she felt sure she wouldn't because of her hatred of the woman forcing it upon her. But little by little she realized her body was betraying her. Her nipples began to harden under the incessant barrage of light pinches and tweaks. Faustina's darting tongue was between her lips and teeth, leisurely licking back and forth over the smooth inner surface of her lips, trying to coax her teeth apart and enter her mouth. A glowing heat built slowly but surely in her loins, until finally Paula found it impossible to remain still. It was hard for her to breathe. She couldn't seem to suck in enough air through her nostrils. Ripping her mouth from Faustina's, flinging her head to the side, Paula groaned and fought for breath, her chest heaving with the effort. "Yes, baby ... yes!" Faustina cried, licking down Paula's sweat-damp throat to her tits, then going rapidly from one to the other, planting wet kisses on her hardened pink nipples. Her hand shot down and felt the girl's cunt. "You're all wet now ... nice and ready for love!" "No," Paula panted, feeling two fingers enter her and another toying with her clitoris. "Please don't ... please ... I don't want you to touch me there!" But Faustina's gaze was fixed hotly on her blonde cunt, and if she heard Paula she didn't show any sign of it. She moved between her legs, bent over, spread Paula's tensed thighs, then her cunt. "Now, little one ... now I'll make your body sing with joy!" Holding Paula's slippery cunt lips apart with her fingers, Faustina lowered her head and pressed her face to the girl's loins. Her lips covered Paula's wet cunt; her tongue shot deep inside. "Ohhhh ... ohhhh," Paula moaned, suddenly very weak and willing. It was the same as it had been in the plane. She'd melted then, just as soon as Jose had begun loving her with his mouth. She melted now as Faustina made oral love to her. Not wanting to like it didn't matter in the least. It was a bodily response her mind had no control over. She lay quivering and panting as Faustina's lips sucked at her and her tongue thrust hotly up her weeping cunt. "Don't stop!" Paula yelled, when a moment later Faustina lifted her face and smiled wetly up at her. "Suck me ... suck me some more!" Chuckling with victory, Faustina pressed her lips to Paula and smacked a loud kiss dead center of her swollen cunt, then she hurried up the table and took Paula's face between her hands, bringing her sex-slick mouth down for a kiss. There was no hesitation this time. Paula gladly opened her mouth and accepted the woman's kiss. She allowed her tongue to jab easily into her oral cavern, sucking it immediately, finding the exciting taste of herself clinging to it. "More," Paula moaned, when Faustina pulled away. "You'll get much more, little one," Faustina said, climbing onto the table. "What are you doing?" "Making girl love!" Faustina exclaimed, straddling Paula's face and flipped up her leather skirt. She bent over her then, bringing her face to Paula's loins and her loins to Paula's face. "You want me to suck you more?" "Yes, yes!" "Then you have to suck too," she sighed, lowering her hips, pushing her hairy twat close to Paula's mouth. "I don't know how!" "Do like I do," Faustina ordered. "I don't want to ... kiss you there!" Faustina brought her lips to the top of Paula's cunt, taking her protruding clitoris between them, rolling it as she sucked and licked maddeningly at it. "Mmmm ... so good!" And those moaned words were the last Paula uttered for several pleasure-laden moments, for the next instant Faustina's dripping hot cunt pressed demandingly over her mouth. As if by instinct, Paula formed her lips to the perfumed slit and jabbed her tongue inside. The heady taste was wildly thrilling, the sex smell overpowering. With mild shock, she discovered that kissing Faustina's dark-lipped pussy was every bit as satisfying as sucking Jose's coal black cock -- which she'd done for him three times since their arrival in Acapulco, taking him all the way to orgasm and drinking his hot juice each time. Just as she did when she was sucking Jose, she forgot everything else. "Cut me loose!" she yelled, her words muffled by the cunt over her mouth. "Cut me loose!" "Do it!" Faustina barked, lifting her mouth from Paula's puffy cunt only long enough to speak the two words, then going at her hungrily again. One ankle came free, then the other. Paula threw her legs up beside her body so Faustina's wonderful tongue could reach even deeper into her spasming cunt. Then her wrists were cut free and she wrapped her arms around the moaning woman above her, her hands gripping her buttocks and holding her messy cunt tightly to her mouth. In seconds both Paula and Faustina plunged into a shuddering simultaneous orgasm, each holding to the other, moaning and groaning out their bliss with their mouths still locked firmly to one another's juicy cunts. When it was over, Paula lay weakly on the table, watching Faustina jump up as refreshed as if she'd just had a good night's sleep rather than a soul-sapping climax, as Paula had experienced. With no show of affection at all, Faustina walked away from the table. "Take your girl friend back to her room and lock her in, Jose. We're through with her now. Hurry back. We'll need you shortly." Jose, happy that Paula hadn't been hurt, nodded quickly and strode to the table. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, kissed her forehead, then took her from the room. Faustina picked up the whip. "The woman!" a voice called raggedly. "Whip the woman! " "I'm sorry," Pico said. "The woman must not be marked. She is too valuable to us." He paused. "But the man is worthless ... would you settle for him?" "Whip him!" "Stripe him good!" "Kill him! At least whip him until he passes out!" "Take the gag out of his mouth! Let us hear him!" "You animals!" Ruth screamed, jerking at her bonds. "You blood- thirsty animals!" Faustina strutted over to Ruth and slapped her viciously, jerking her head to the side and bringing a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. Her knees buckled and Ruth hung by the manacles attached to her wrists, shaking her head in horror, sobbing brokenly at their helplessness. The sharp edges of the iron bracelets dug brutally into her flesh. She struggled to her feet, painfully, weakly, totally beaten in body and spirit. Standing on the box which he'd kicked from under Elliott's feet, holding Elliott's lower body away from him so he couldn't kick him, Pico untied the gag and jerked it from his mouth. "You filthy swine!" Elliott spat, making fists as best he could. His hands were swollen and turning blue. He swung himself around to face the excited onlookers. "For God's sake! Don't just sit there! Get up off your tails and help us! Please ... at least help my wife and daughter! I'm begging you!" "Break his spirit! Whip him!" Faustina cracked the whip for drill, making it explode the air just scant inches from Elliott's ear. Then she doubled the wicked instrument and stepped closer to him, smiling as she reached out and swatted his balls and cock with it. "Ung!" "That's it, gringo bastard! Grit your teeth!" she taunted. "You bitch," he groaned. "God will punish you ... if I don't get to you first!" "You talk very brave for a man in your position," she smirked, whacking his nuts again, harder this time. "Oomph!" "Lash him! That's what we want to see!" "And you will!" Faustina hissed, stepping back and readying her whip. Taking careful aim, she swung the leather snake with all her might, making it pop loudly as she sent the tip biting into the nearest cheek of his tensed ass. "Aargh!" Elliott screamed, his body jerking wildly as a long weal rose on his quivering buttock. Faustina lashed him unmercifully then, throwing her whole body into each blow, raising welts on his back and down his chest and stomach, many of them oozing blood. He screamed until his voice was gone, then grunted and moaned as she kept raining blow after vicious blow on him. When she quit, he was drooling at the mouth and mumbling incoherently. She stepped up onto the box, wiped the sweat from her face, then reversed the whip and knocked him unconscious with the handle. "Cut him down," she said, trembling from her strenuous labor as she went to sit down. Using his switchblade, Pico cut Elliott loose, letting him fall to the floor with a thump, there to be temporarily forgotten now that they were finished with him. Stepping over his limp form, Pico took a key from his pocket and went to Ruth. She was so weak she fell when he unlocked the final manacle and turned her loose. She looked up at him from the floor, feeling faint, not knowing what to expect after the terrible beating Faustina had given Elliott. "Juan?" Pico called. "One steak coming up," Juan called back, jumping to his feet and hurrying out the door. In less than a minute he reentered the room carrying a covered serving tray, giving it to Pico before he sat back down. "Take your pants off and come over here, Jose." Jose got up and shed his trousers, then walked over to where Pico stood over a cringing Ruth. Pico lifted the lid from the tray and passed it under Ruth's nose. Oh Lord, but it smells good! she thought, sniffing and making a too- late grab for the thick steak on the platter. "Not so fast," Pick taunted, holding her away from it with his foot. "This steak may be a bit tough. It's been sitting for more than an hour in a warm oven." "I don't care how tough it is!" Ruth wailed, trying to grab it as Pico held her barely out of reach. "Give it to me ... give it to mee!" "Are you hungry?" "Hungry," she moaned, nodding and gulping. " So hungry!" A small bite from the tenderest part of the steak had been cut off already, just large enough to tantalize Ruth and make her all the more eager for the rest of the steak when she tasted it. "It has been a long time since you've eaten, hasn't it, rubia?" "It seems like a week! Please ... let me have it!" "It's only been three days," Pico said, picking up the bite of steak, watching Ruth's eyes as he brought it slowly to his mouth. Then, just as he got it to his lips, he let it drop. It hit the floor and skidded, Ruth crawling after it, picking it eagerly off the dirty floor and popping it into her mouth. She whimpered as she chewed it up and gulped it down. "Was it good?" "Delicious!" "Would you like the rest of this large, succulent steak?" "Please ... oh, please!" "I'll give it to you ... but first you have to suck Jose's cock." "Oh, God," she moaned, staring at the long, black hose hanging between his legs. "It won't hurt you, rubia. Your daughter sucks it willingly. She even likes to drink his semen." "No," Ruth gasped. "Oh, no!" "Yes. I'm afraid your daughter is a natural-born cocksucker. But it's your turn now. As soon as you bring the cum up from Jose's balls and swallow it down, I will give you the rest of this tender steak. Are you ready to begin?" "Please. I've never done that ... not even for my husband." "Don't you want the steak?" "Yes. I'm starving to death!" 'Well?" Feeling nausea build in her stomach just thinking about it, Ruth nodded. "I'll do it." "Somehow I knew you would," Pico said, taking her hand and helping her up. "Sit on the edge of the table, Jose. Spread your legs so our guests will have a good view." When Jose sat on the table, Pico led Ruth to him and pushed her head down to his loins. Tears of humiliation misting her eyes, Ruth braced herself by resting her arms on his thighs, then opened her mouth and took his limp prick quickly into her mouth. Shutting her eyes, she sucked and licked until his cock grew thick and firm. Then, thinking about the steak, she bobbed her head rapidly back and forth, sucking harshly to make him cum as soon as possible and get it over with. The wet slurps her mouth made as it raced up and down his shaft rang obscenely in her ears, but she kept it up, feeling his cock acutely as it began to twitch against her lapping tongue. She knew he was near orgasm, and the knowledge brought a mixture of revulsion and relief. More than anything she dreaded the moment when his sperm would gush into her mouth and she would have to swallow it. But then Pico would give her the steak, and she wanted it much more than she dreaded Jose's semen. Intensifying her efforts, Ruth clung weakly to his thighs and sucked frantically on his enormous cock. It jerked, throbbed, then erupted -- sending a mass of hot cum over her tongue and washing down her throat. Fighting the impulse to gag and pull away, Ruth shuddered with each new jet of his load, letting it spurt warm and slick into her mouth as she gulped and gulped until she thought he'd never stop coming. But finally he did stop, and when she took her mouth from his limbering prick, she staggered off to the side and puked wretchedly. Pico was naked when she turned back, standing beside the table where her steak sat waiting. She rushed to her food and picked it up with shaking hands, bringing it to her mouth and tearing at it like an animal. In her rush to get to the steak she hadn't noticed Pico's erection. And when he stepped behind her and bent her over the table, she almost didn't notice that. He pushed her tits flat against the table. She held the steak close to her face, still eating ravenously, her chin bumping the leather covering as she chewed and swallowed. Then Pico grasped her hips and pushed his cock between her buttocks. "Don't!" she shouted, her protest coming out garbled around her mouthful of meat. "No ... no, please ... not that! Aargh! Ung ... ung .... ung!" Then his cock was in her asshole, thrusting rapidly, making it hard for Ruth to eat as he jostled her back and forth. * * * They arrived at the small airport on the outskirts of Acapulco early the next morning. The sun was just beginning to show in the eastern horizon when Paula stepped from the car and stood waiting while Pico and Jose dragged her parents out. Ruth's hands were tied in front of her body. She wasn't gagged, because now she shut up immediately when she was told to do so, and she seemed to have little to say anyway. Elliott's hands were bound securely behind his back. He was also gagged. Despite his weakened condition, the beating hadn't taken the fight out of him. He'd blackened Pico's eye when he and Jose entered his room that morning. Only Paula had been left unbound and ungagged. She presented no threat to her abductors. Ever since the brief talk with her mother just before they'd left Juan's mansion, she seemed to be in a state of shock. She now knew there would never be any ransom, that she and her mother were being taken to Panama where they would remain forever as whores in Pico's sin palace. It was too horrible a fate for her young mind to accept, and she moved zombie-like as Faustina guided her toward the waiting plane. Elliott was still struggling and mumbling through his gag when Jose stuffed him into the cargo area of the plane and climbed in behind him, shutting the door and slipping the makeshift two-by-four bolt into place to hold it shut. "What are you going to do with the man?" Faustina asked as Pico started the engines. "Get rid of him, I suppose," Pico answered. Faustina and Pico were in the cabin, but the door to the cargo area was still open, letting their voices drift back over the sound of the revving engines. "Good. You have no use for him." "I could have use for him," Pico said. "I'd keep him if you'd come and whip him every Saturday night." "No." "It would make a good act for my show ... something none of the other houses offer." "I can't." "Just on Saturdays. Who would ever know? You could wear a mask to hide your identity." "It is tempting," Faustina said. "You'll think about it?" "I'd enjoy it ... you know I would." "Then you agree?" Faustina sighed. "No. It's out of the question, Pico." "Because of your husband?" "Yes. He must never know. He wouldn't understand. Besides, his position ... I dare not risk it." "He still doesn't know about me?" "He knows I have a brother. That's all. He thinks you live in Japan. No, Pico, forget it. I don't dare come to your place even once, let alone every Saturday night. Get rid of the man. He'll be trouble if you don't." "I'll have to do it in a way that his body will not be discovered." "How?" "I don't know, Faustina. I don't know yet." "I have a suggestion," she said. "Tell me." "Fly out over the ocean. We'll open the cargo door and push him out." "His body might drift into shore." "No, it won't. I'll cut him. The sharks will come to the blood. His bones will settle to the floor of the ocean and remain there." The engines were warm enough. Pico began to taxi out to the strip for takeoff. Ruth hadn't heard anything of their conversation. She was so beat she'd fallen asleep as soon as she'd been laid on one of the sleeping bags. Paula sat huddled in a corner, her eyes open but unseeing, her ears registering the sound vibrations but her numbed brain refusing to take them in. But Elliott, lying just inside the door, had heard them. He didn't know why they were speaking in English, but they were, and he hung on every word either of them uttered. His blood ran cold as he listened to them plan his murder. He had to do something, he realized -- and soon! The plane was on the runway, picking up speed for takeoff! "Well?" Faustina asked. "All right," Pico said. "We'll dump him over the ocean." Jose's attention was on Paula, Elliott saw. The big Negro was sitting cross-legged before her, his gaze glued to her emotionless face. It was now or never, Elliott knew; and if he was going to die, he preferred it come as a result of an attempt to escape. At least this way he had a slim chance! With great effort, the sores from Faustina's whip smarting at the slightest movement, Elliott got quietly to his feet. He backed to the wall of the plane, now approaching takeoff speed, and inched carefully toward the cargo door. The plane lifted off the runway just as Elliott pulled the two-by- four bolt from its slots. Holding the wooden bar behind his back, his squatted in front of the door. The board made a noise as he dropped it, and both Jose and Faustina jerked their heads around. "The fool is trying to jump from the plane!" Faustina shouted in English. Then, in Spanish, she yelled at Jose, "Get him! Grab him before he gets the door open!" But Elliott already had the door part way open by the time Jose lunged at him. Slamming his feet forcefully on the cargo deck, he used all the power he could coax from his trembling legs to throw his back against the door. It swung open. He was tumbling out -- head first and backward -- when Jose grabbed his foot. The plane was about ten feet in the air and climbing rapidly. For a split second Elliott hung here, Jose holding his foot and the door biting his shin as the force of the wind pushed against it. Then his shoe came off in Jose's hand and his shin scraped nerve-shatteringly against the