Oh Karoline -- Yes!

Karoline had her dream job.

When she was young, growing up in Ohio, she delighted in inventing scary stories. At sleepovers or around Girl Scout campfires, she got a thrill out of spooking her friends with imaginary terrors.

At college, she majored in classics -- Latin and Greek -- because she loved myths. Blonde and thin, with big breasts, she had plenty of guys panting after her, and some of them ended up in her bed. But she found she enjoyed flexing her power of attraction far more than the act itself. The frat boys and football players she hooked up with would usually just pump, grunt and roll over. In her 20s she applied her skills to politics. With her round baby face, wavy blonde hair, long legs and toned body, she easily drew attention. Only those who looked closely would see the cold calculation in her gray-green eyes.

She acquired a husband, Nicholas, who was 32 years older than she was and had plenty of money. Getting pregnant brought her a proposal. Nicholas was pleasant enough if not exactly a heartthrob, much less a stud. He traveled a lot; so did she, and she didn't miss him. A vibrator took care of her occasional sexual urges.

Concentrating on her career, Karoline advanced into exactly the kind of government position she wanted: spokesperson for a powerful official. Now when she was stretching the facts or simply making them up, she was doing it on national TV. Her boss praised her "lips like a machine gun." What could be better?

The only part of the job she disliked was leaving Washington D. C. for the obligatory photo opps.

When the car arrived to take her to the airport after yet another dusty press conference, she knew that it was going to be a long ride. She sank into the back seat and eased out of her heels. She started working through her emails, elaborating on her usual lies, insulting journalists. As the car drove on something smelled odd, and unexpectedly, Karoline found herself nodding off.

She had very strange dreams.

Things were very different when she woke up. Karoline was woozy, a little dizzy. Voices somewhere nearby were not speaking English. As she awakened fully, she found she was restrained, laying on her back. There were soft leather cuffs holding her wrists and ankles, binding her to some kind of frame with narrow cushions supporting her. She also realized that she had been stripped while she slept. Instead of her skirt suit for the podium, she was in an orange coverall that had a single long zipper down the front. Her underwear had also been removed. Someone had seen her naked.

Karoline was not uncomfortable. She had a small range of motion for her arms, legs and hips. But she quickly discovered she wasn't going anywhere.

"Ah, it wore off, she's awake," said a pretty Latina with long, straight black hair and deep brown eyes, wearing a white blouse and olive-drab pants. She stepped up close to Karoline. "Her face is different without all that makeup." Although the Latina was about 5'5", she looked tiny compared to the four men alongside her -- tall, slender, dark-skinned men, with the upright posture of soldiers.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Karoline sputtered.

The Latina smiled. "You are in what you like to call a third country," she said. "Where all your rights as a citizen have ended at the border. We can do anything we want with you, gringa."

"Who are you? Why--"

"You can call me Ana Montes," the Latina said with a smile. "Perhaps we are, as you like to say again and again, murderers, domestic terrorists, drug traffickers, abusers, gang members, rapists. The worst of the worst, that's what you say. But maybe we're just people who care about our families and fellow human beings."

"Ana," Karoline said, trying to summon her dignity. "You know who I am. My government will be looking for me and will not treat this lightly."

All five broke out laughing. "Your government thinks you are taking a week of personal time that is long overdue," Ana said. "You've been working so hard! Telling so many lies! Your deputy is probably in your office right now trying out your desk chair.

"We hacked your phone with a SIM card swap two months ago while you were having your hair touched up," Ana added. "Since then we have been watching your calendar, reading your email, checking your travel reservations, seeing how many steps you logged, looking at your lame music playlists.

"The night after you booked this latest trip, we had you email your office to say that you were feeling really burned out. So after this last presser you were going to go completely off the grid for a week. You told your deputy to take over all the social media. Yesterday your online travel account cancelled your flight back to DC, about half an hour before the press conference. But all your people did see you get in the town car.

"Oh, and Karoline? It's so sweet that you have a period tracker app on your phone. It shows that you're going to be very fertile over the next few days."

The men laughed again.

Ana took a few steps around to Karoline's left side. She gazed into Karoline's eyes as the blonde cursed her and squirmed uselessly in her restraints. Gently, almost tenderly, Ana brushed Karoline's tousled hair away from her forehead and cheeks, looking closely into her eyes. "You're not in control, Karoline," she said.

The coverall had snap fasteners at the shoulders. Ana leaned over and unsnapped each one. She turned briefly to look at the men, who were watching intently, then turned back to Karoline with an almost playful grin.

Slowly, calmly, Ana pulled the zipper all the way down. Then, like someone opening a favorite book, she folded back the sides. Karoline was pale, quivering and completely naked. And shouting: "Fuck you!"

Ana giggled. "What a lovely idea," she said.

Karoline soon learned that there were cameras in the walls and ceilings. They captured her image, nude and spread and struggling. Her nipples were a dusky rose color that stood out against her lighter pink areolas; her breasts were heaving. The triangle of curly fuzz between her legs proved she was a natural blonde -- though not nearly as golden as the tint she'd gotten at the salon while her phone was hacked.

The men came closer and leered down at her hungrily. Karoline looked up at them, memorizing their features. She'd learn their names -- probably not their real ones -- later. One had almost bronze skin, black hair, bottomless black eyes and a square jaw, clean-shaven: José. One had the dark tan and sun-streaked brown hair of someone who works outdoors, with green eyes, scraggly stubble and a heart and a crucifix tattooed on his neck: Rodrigo. One looked very African, with a high forehead, a flat nose, full lips and deep mahogany-toned skin: Jabane. And one was a lanky Asian beanpole with a pointy beard: Han.

Ana was clearly the one in charge. After Karoline had shouted herself hoarse, with her arms aching from pulling against her cuffs, she lay still. Ana looked down at her flushed face, angry eyes and sweaty chest. "Not tonight," she told her men. "She'll have to wait."

As the men watched, and the cameras recorded, Ana reached over to cup both of Karoline's breasts.

"Tetas naturales?" Rodrigo asked.

"Creo que sí," Ana answered.

She circled her thumbs around Karoline's areolas and then ran them lightly across the tip of each nipple: the left, then the right. Her delicate touch caught Karoline by surprise as Ana lingered, enjoying the blonde's smooth skin. Then Ana's right hand moved between Karoline's legs, at first barely ruffling her pubic fuzz, then returning repeatedly to lightly but directly stroke her labia.

Karoline hated to think she was getting wet, but when Ana brought her hand under Karoline's nose, she smelled her own unmistakable musk. Ana nonchalantly watched Karoline's face as she licked Karoline's moisture from her fingertips.

Then Ana made a gesture, and the men loosened Karoline's cuffs. José and Han stood her up -- the first time she felt them touch her. Rodrigo picked up the coverall and neatly folded it. Behind where Karoline had been bound, she saw a wide palette bed attached to the wall, with a cotton blanket.

"This room will be locked. There's no place for a naked woman to go anyway without getting caught very quickly," Ana said. She pointed to a grate in the floor. "That's where you can pee or whatever, water flows underneath. You'll be fed soon. If you want some entertainment, you can turn on the TV over there."

The men walked out, almost in lockstep, and Ana paused at the door. "Rest up," she said, flashing a smile. "You'll be busy tomorrow."

Karoline didn't want to go near the fixture where she had been bound. The leather cuffs dangled limply, awaiting her return. A tray slid through a small gap at the base of the door, with a plate of quesadillas and cups of water and Coca-Cola. No utensils.

Karoline sat on the blanket, which had a soft woven texture, and nibbled at her dinner; it was surprisingly tasty. She thought about crowded detention centers where people were trying to sleep on cold concrete floors. This room, this cell, was strictly functional, but it was comfortable. She wondered how many people had been there before. She thought about how those strangers' hands had felt when they touched her. They hadn't hurt her -- they had caressed her.

She wondered what Ana meant by "busy."

She was restless. She found the recessed button in the wall that turned on the TV. It showed a telenovela. Karoline didn't know Spanish. But the faces and gestures on the screen were blatant enough to suggest the story, and soon the language started to almost make sense, or at least she thought so.

When the telenovela episode ended, there was news footage of immigration raids: people screaming, crying, getting dragged out of cars or gassed in the streets. It included a clip of Karoline's most recent lies. Then another telenovela started: rich people in love, family dramas. Next, the TV began showing gauzy porn, with Latino men fucking blonde girls to squealing orgasms.

Karoline went to pee over the grate and then, exhausted, drifted off to sleep. She woke up drowsy, with Han and Jabane gripping her arms and marching her over to the frame to be restrained. It was now vertical, and they ignored her shouts and kicks as they secured her to it.

Han showed her a cup of orange juice. He drank a little of it himself -- "See, it's safe" -- then let her sip it through a straw; it was very freshly squeezed, so sweet. Karoline saw that the TV was now showing her live, cuffed and naked. "Let me go!" she yelled as the men left the room, with the door clicking shut behind them.

Looking at herself on the TV screen, she examined the device that held her. It was a tall black metal oval, with an assortment of hinged cushions attached that were clearly available for her arms, legs and torso; she thought it looked like a spider. Her legs were nearly together at the moment, though they had been spread the night before; it looked like her arms could be placed in many positions as well. She had already learned that it could hold her horizontally or vertically, and no doubt at angles in between.

She looked critically at her TV image, as she had looked at countless playbacks before. She steeled herself not to show fear, not to cry, not to give the camera anything vulnerable, even with her whole body utterly exposed.

The door gave a click and Ana came in, holding a tray with a cup and a round yellow cake on a plate. "Have you ever had arepas?" she asked pleasantly, as if Karoline was sitting across a breakfast table rather than standing cuffed and naked. "They're very popular in Colombia."

The aroma of cheese and roasted corn made Karoline realize how hungry she was. Ana broke off a small piece of the arepa and ate it herself -- again, showing Karoline it was safe -- and then brought a piece to Karoline's lips. Even as she glared into Ana's dark eyes, Karoline nibbled the corn cake while Ana fed it to her, bite by bite. It was delicious.

"We make our cafe con leche strong, the way it should be," Ana said, and Karoline sipped it as Ana carefully angled the cup. When she finished, Ana slid the breakfast tray out under the door. From somewhere behind Karoline, Ana found a hairbrush and ran it through Karoline's hair with long, unhurried strokes, like a parent caring for a child.

"And now we can begin today's activities," Ana said. She walked behind Karoline and came back with a small remote in her hand. The fixture whirred as it moved Karoline's arms slightly away from her sides, then opened her legs to a 45-degree angle. "Oh, that sweet little coño," Ana said. "I can hardly wait to taste it again. But first..."

Her hands were on Karoline's breasts, cradling them, warming them, stroking their undersides, feeling their soft curvature. Ana stuck out her tongue to lick slowly up along Karoline's left breast from below, across the areola and over the nipple, wetting it and then tilting her head to blow cooler air on it. As the nipple puckered and poked out, Ana took it between her lips to suck on it and flick it with her tongue. "Querida, your heart is beating so fast," Ana whispered.

Ana replaced her mouth with her hand, rubbing Karoline's left breast and lightly pinching its now very sensitive nipple, as she devoted equal care to kissing and licking Karoline's other breast, bringing that nipple to a tingling hardness. Karoline let out an involuntary moan and hated herself for it as Ana stepped back. Using her remote control, Ana zoomed in the camera on Karoline's shiny chest and eager nipples, then up to her flushed face, before zooming back to show Karoline's full nude length.

As she had the night before, Ana reached between Karoline's open thighs to fondle her pussy. Her touch was light and teasing at first, then firmer, with gently lingering motions, smoothing and pressing Karoline's little blonde curls and coaxing her pussy to moisten and relax.

"Sí, querida, sí," Ana cooed as she felt the blonde's labia grow warmer, wetter, more open. She rubbed some of Karoline's nectar on her nipples, kissed it away from each one, and returned to stroke more firmly along the length of her slit.

None of Karoline's lovers, including her husband, had ever known how to treat her so sensually. Her mind was in turmoil. She didn't want to give her captors any sense that she would yield. But oh, Ana's petting felt so good. Despite herself, she jogged her hips upward toward Ana's tantalizing hand.

Seeing Karoline's response, Ana eased a forefinger inside her, making her moan again. Moving it in and out, in and out, Ana felt Karoline's growing wetness and heat. Two fingers then, in and out, smooth and steady. Ana turned her hand so that her thumb was brushing Karoline's clitoris, while she could curl her fingers to touch Karoline's G-spot. She bent over to place her mouth on Karoline's wet slit, running her tongue up and down Karoline's labia and slipping her tongue inside.

Karoline's clitoris had already emerged from her folds. With her two fingers still sliding in and out, Ana took it between her lips, sucked gently and tapped it with her tongue. It expanded in Ana's mouth and she licked smoothly across it as she finger-fucked Karoline, whose hips were now wriggling.

Ana's tongue moved knowingly over Karoline's clitoris, and she worked a third finger into the blonde's pussy, pumping a little faster as her tongue criss-crossed Karoline's clit. Karoline tried to resist as pleasure welled up inside her, but she couldn't -- she spasmed and cried out. "I'm coming!" she wailed. "Holy fuck, I'm coming!"

Ana felt Karoline's legs trembling and her pussy squeezing her fingers as she gave the blonde's clit a few last tonguings. Her face was smeared with Karoline's wetness as she stood up and looked her captive in the eyes. She stepped aside and made sure the camera swept gradually upward along Karoline's body, from her still twitching legs to her drenched pink pussy to her sweaty, unmistakably satisfied face. If the cuffs weren't holding her up, Karoline would have toppled.

"Eres lista, querida," Ana said.

With a click, the door opened and Ana's men walked in. "Huele a coño aquí," Rodrigo said, and the others laughed.

"He said it smells like pussy in here," Ana told Karoline. "Don't worry, that's a compliment."

"¿Quién ganó el primero?," she asked the men. José stepped forward with a broad grin.

"¿En qué posición?" Ana asked him.

"Mi favorito, perrito," José said. "Pero, después de que le bese el coño."

"Excelente," Ana said. "Ella va a disfrutar de eso."

The device whirred as Ana pushed buttons on the remote, and Karoline found herself tilting backward, but still upright enough to see the men without straining to lift her head. She also saw a camera pointing down from the ceiling. Ana pushed more buttons and Karoline's legs were spread slightly wider. The blonde felt herself dripping.

"Me llamo José," the man said, strolling over to Karoline. "Encantado conocerte. Ahora vamos a chingar."

He knelt between Karoline's legs and she looked down at his smiling face. When he put his brown hands on her pale thighs, she could feel his body heat. With the thick fingers of his right hand, he lightly combed down through her blonde bush, still very damp from her orgasm with Ana. "Sabrosa," she heard him say.

Looking up into Karoline's eyes, he leaned forward and began to lick long, broad strokes up each labia, left and right and again. His tongue was rougher than Ana's, pressing harder. It felt like he might swallow her. It felt wonderful.

He pushed one thick finger inside Karoline's wet pussy, holding it as deep as it would go, and started to concentrate his kisses on her clitoris. He held the sensitive little nub between his lips and tapped it with his tongue, then let it go and lapped at it lightly. He pushed his tongue against it, then circled it and licked across it with more pressure.

Karoline writhed as her arousal grew, moaning freely now. José began thrusting his finger inside her and twisting it, while he seized her clit with his lips. When he began to hum loudly against her clit, Karoline flew over the edge into another orgasm, crying out in a voice she barely knew was her own.

In a daze, Karoline realized the device was moving again, rotating to place her on all fours, on her elbows and knees with her ankles apart and her bare ass higher than her head. "Perrito," she thought vaguely. "Perro. Doggy style."

Someone had put a carpet on the floor that she was kneeling on. Facing her image on the TV monitor, she got a look at the device that now hovered over her. The cushions she was cuffed to were only a few inches thick, placed only where they needed to be to hold her: wrists, ankles, shoulder blades, just above her hips. Everything else was fully exposed to the men and the cameras.

José had walked over to stand in front of her and was taking his clothes off. He was stocky and all muscle. He had an orange and black jaguar with green eyes tattooed on his right arm. But Karoline wasn't looking at the tattoo.

She was looking at his cock, which had begun to harden. It wasn't fully erect yet and it was already about five inches long, uncut and impressively thick above his veiny, bulging balls. José was running his thumb idly along the base, and she watched in fascination as his cock straightened and grew in front of her eyes. It was at least six inches long, and Karoline knew she had never taken one remotely as thick.

José saw her worried look. "No tengas miedo. Soy un caballero," he said. Ana translated: "He says don't be afraid, he's a gentleman." As José moved behind her, Karoline saw her face on the TV, sweaty and disheveled but somehow eager. Soon the man was looming behind her, onscreen ilve.

First she felt his hand on her pussy, soothing it, stroking her damp blonde bush. His finger moved along her slit without penetrating her, spreading the wetness from her orgasm and drawing out more. He lined up the giant mushroom head of his cock and slid it up and down along the outside of her labia. She felt its heat and girth. "Calmete, chica," he said.

Then he started in. She felt the head slide between her labia. It was wide, taut, fleshy, hot. Her folds accepted the head, only the head, and melted around it as he let her get used to its size. José caressed the soft curves of Karoline's ass with his rough palm and callused fingers. "Un poquito más," he whispered, shoving in the bulging ridge of his cock and lodging another full inch into Karoline's slit. She felt herself pried open, getting filled. "Ahhh..." Karoline gasped.

"Take it," he said in English, sliding deeper into the blonde's pussy, stretching her pink labia around his thick brown cock.

"Ohhh... yes...," Karoline moaned.

José felt Karoline stretching, opening up to him. He paused to let her accommodate his throbbing cock. He reached under her to fill his hands with her breasts.

"Do you want it all?" José said. She heard his heavy breathing.

She saw her face on the TV screen, open-mouthed and panting with José's chest behind her. "Yes!," Karoline gasped.

José waited as long as he could hold back. Then he drove the rest of his cock into Karoline with a ruthless thrust. She felt his hands grasping her breasts. She wailed as his pubic bone pressed against her ass.

José started a rhythm, slowly at first. Pushing, pumping, thrusting. Even though she was cuffed, she was rocking back against him to take him as deeply as she could. He had let go of her breasts and they were dangling and swaying each time he drove into her, hands on her hips. "Tómalo," he grunted. "Tómalo todo!"

Karoline knew she was ovulating this week. Yet José's thick, hard cock felt so good, so big and so right. So animal. Her body wanted to feel his sperm splashing inside.

"Give it to me~!" she cried. "Fuck me!"

It was all on camera. She wouldn't be able to lie about it.

José reached under Karoline's bound body to touch the wet slit where his cock was imbedded. He felt her labia stretched tight around him. And he found the firm tip of her clitoris. He wet his forefinger with Karoline's juices, and while he thrust his cock in and out of her, again and again, bumping against her quivering ass, he also traced tiny circles around her clit. She was making sounds that were not words.

With some kind of inspiration he sharply pinched the little wet nub of her clit and she squealed, "I'm coming~!" Moments after he felt her pussy squeeze him, he drove his cock all the way in to shoot his sperm into her. Her pussy clutched him in short little spasms, milking every drop of his seed. As if from a distance, she heard the other men shouting and applauding.

The orgasm left Karoline limp and euphoric, luckily supported mostly by the device. On the TV, her face had a slack-jawed, freshly-fucked smile. José was sweaty and smiling behind her.

Ana was still in command.

"That's enough for today," Ana said to the other men. "Pero todos llegarán a chingar la gringa."

Once again the men left and Ana remained with her prisoner. The device pulled Karoline upright, and Ana freed her from the cuffs.

"Think of this as a self-care getaway," Ana told Karoline as she walked her to the bed. "When you go back to your office, you can tell them you were at a a secret celebrity spa that left you feeling extra special."

The door clicked tightly shut after Ana walked out.

Karoline sat on the bed, coming back to herself. There were gobs of Latino sperm inside her womb, and there was no way to escape this place. The TV was replaying what had just happened. She saw the tension and joy on her face as she came and José spurted inside her.

Ana returned with Rodrigo and Jabane. "I brought the guys in case we need to cuff you again during dinner, but I hope we don't," Ana said. "Can we dine like adults?"

Karoline nodded wearily; fighting wouldn't get her anywhere. "OK," she said.

Ana sat beside her on the bed and the men left. They returned a few minutes later. Jabane set up a folding table; Rodrigo had a tray with a tureen and a side dish of a yellow-gold vegetable, along with bowls, spoons and napkins. Nothing sharp, Karoline noticed.

"This is fosforera, a seafood stew from the Caribbean coast of Venezuela," Ana explained. "It's my grandma's recipe, which she always said was her own grandma's recipe. We serve it with tostones, fried plantains."

The stew was rich, peppery, restorative; Karoline had never had anything like it. And the tostones had a salty, robust crunch. Despite the situation -- sitting naked with her captor, who had just supervised her getting fucked hard from behind -- Karoline's anger was fading, replaced by something like curiosity. Maybe it was afterglow, or fatigue.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

Ana's eyes blazed. "I have friends from Guatemala, Mexico, Senegal, Kenya, Ethiopia, China, Pakistan, Nigeria, Ukraine. Jabane is from Somalia. Rodrigo is from Honduras. These people are good people. They work hard and do good jobs, honest jobs, tough physical jobs. And you like to pretend they are a threat. We are treating you far better than you would ever treat them."

Ana got up and rapped sharply on the door. Han stepped in and out a few times, removing the dinnerware and the table. Ana looked Karoline up and down in a way that reminded her of her nakedness and isolation, then put on her innocent smile. "Rest up," she said. "Tomorrow should be fun."

It had been a long, confusing day. Karoline curled up under the blanket and slept soundly. The smell of arepas and coffee woke her up after they were pushed under the door, and she devoured them without visitors.

When Jabane and José came in, she passively let them cuff her arms and legs to the device. Once she was secured, laying on her back and angled with her head slightly higher than her feet, José leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth, a passionate French kiss that she found herself returning, tongue to tongue. Perhaps he had misbehaved; he put a shushing finger to his lips and hers before leaving the room. Karoline looked up at the camera overhead.

"Hola, querida," Ana said cheerily as she entered the room. "I'm going to have my favorite breakfast." She used the remote to spread Karoline's legs and stepped between them, then leaned down to lick her way very slowly up Karoline's right thigh. The wet streak from Ana's tongue was warm at first; Karoline shivered as it cooled.

Ana placed brief little love bites, just the lightest of nibbles, on Karoline's pale inner thighs. Standing up, she gazed down at Karoline's face as she cupped the triangle of blonde fuzz in her hand, pressing her palm against the labia, rubbing the warm fleshy slit of Karoline's sex. Bound and helpless, Karoline saw a playful gleam in Ana's dark eyes.

Ana bent her head and slowly swept her long straight black hair across Karoline's thighs and pussy -- a strange sensation between a tickle and a caress, one that Ana prolonged, back and forth, as Karoline writhed in her restraints. Ana's hand clasped Karoline's core more tightly, squeezing her a little, feeling the wetness grow.

Ana sank to her knees and replaced her hand with her mouth, placing broad licks across Karoline's labia, then working her tongue inside. Karoline bucked upwards, offering herself to Ana's mouth and hands, moaning at each new sensation.

This time Ana's fingers were not at all tentative. She plunged two of them into Karoline's pussy, working them in a steady rhythm, finger-fucking the blonde captive. Then she used three fingers, curling them to stroke the G-spot as they moved. Karoline's legs tensed against her restraints and Ana leaned in to capture her clit betwen her lips and lash it with her tongue. Karoline almost shrieked as she climaxed, and for the first time in her life, she squirted as she came.

Ana stood up. Her face and blouse were soaked. "You gringa bitch!" she said, but she was laughing. She wiped some of the liquid off her cheeks and smeared it across Karoline's lips so she'd taste its briny flavor. "Well, I had to make sure you got loosened up. Jabane gets you next."

Ana opened the door and gestured. The men must have been just down the hall; Karoline was sure they had heard her shrieking orgasm moments earlier. Jabane was both the tallest and the darkest of the men, and he had an almost wolfish grin as he and the others stood beside the device. He looked down at Karoline, who was still catching her breath, and rubbed his hands in anticipation.

"How do you want her, Jabane?" Ana asked.

"On her back, like this, but raise her up to my waist," he said in a startlingly deep voice. "Bring her arms out to the side."

Ana used the remote and Karoline felt the device rise under her while her arms were repositioned. "Let's put the pillow under that pale round ass," Jabane added.

Rodrigo loosened the ankle cuffs; Han had brought a pillow with him. The men had obviously discussed this. Still in a post-orgasmic fog, Karoline obligingly lifted her hips for the pillow, then almost immediately realized that she had just spread her soaking pussy for them all to see.

Jabane stripped without ceremony. He unlaced his boots and set them against the wall, along with his socks. Under his T-shirt he had tight, curly tufts of chest hair and well-defined abs. He also had a scar across his ribcage, and he saw Karoline staring at it.

"That's from the warlords. On my 12th birthday, they came and told my family I would have to join them in a year's time, and they cut me to claim me. After that, my family did everything to get us to America. We were lucky."

Jabane turned around to take off his jeans and boxers, so Karoline's first view was of his rounded, dimpled ass. Then he faced her again and she saw his cock.

It wasn't erect. But it already dangled partway down his thigh. Karoline could only hope that it wouldn't get much longer when it hardened. His balls were massive and dark, almost purple-black and hanging low; Karoline thought of plums. He strolled over to Karoline's side and laid his cock loosely across her left breast. It was hot as he pressed it against her nipple with his thumb. Karoline felt her heart thumping underneath its weight, and she felt his cock throb against her pale, soft breast as it started to stiffen.

"Like what you see?" he said.

"Actually it's a little scary," she said truthfully.

"I'll be gentle," he said. She hoped she could believe him.

One of the men handed Jabane a squeeze bottle; he squirted something into his right hand. "Avocado oil," he said, bringing it close for her to smell. "Product of Mexico." Then he began massaging it onto Karoline's breasts, spreading the oil in circular motions that centered on Karoline's rosy nipples. His big hands looked even darker against her milk-white breasts.

Jabane rolled the nipples between his fingers as they perked up at his touch, then gave them oil-slicked pinches that sent little bolts of excitement through Karoline's body. He was enjoying it too; his cock was hardening, and it rose to point toward Karoline's wide eyes. It must have been eight inches long, possibly nine. Jabane rubbed oil along its veiny, uncircumcised length, until the head poked out past his foreskin.

"Titty-fuck time!" he announced. He climbed on top to straddle Karoline, with his knees touching her sides. His balls sat on her tummy; she felt the weight of the cum that filled them. He caught Karoline's eye, lifted his oil-shined cock and dropped it to land at the center of her sternum, a hot heavy column of male flesh.

His placed his big hands on her breasts, covering them almost completely, and drew his thumbs back and forth across Karoline's sensitive nipples, which hardened more under his touch. He pushed her oiled tits close together to make a soft tunnel for his rampant cock. Then he started a slow, grinding motion with his hips.

Karoline had no choice as the man's thick, stiff penis slid between her tender breasts. He was crouching over her so that all she saw was his chest and arms while he used her tits for his enjoyment. She was enveloped in his man-smell as he paced his thrusts, moving slowly at first to feel all the friction of his bumpy cock against her smooth, pillowy breasts. Sometimes he matched his thrusts to tugs and pinches on her nipples. Sometimes his cockhead poked her chin.

Pheromones were in the air. Karoline had a wild impulse to taste him, and she raised her head and stuck her tongue way out. Jabane saw, and moved up enough to lay his cockhead on her tongue and just reach her lips. As Karoline licked her first black cock, a wall camera zoomed in for a closeup.

Jabane's cock just seemed to grow harder, pulsing between her lips. He climbed off Karoline's chest and moved to stand between her spread legs. With a thoughtful look on his face, he reached to stroke her pussy, running his long fingers through her blonde curls and along her slit until he felt her growing very damp.

He slid his middle finger all the way inside her. It felt bigger than some cocks from Karoline's past. Smiling at her, he rotated his finger inside her slit, circling to widen her opening. He leaned over and licked her slit on each side of his moving finger, then ran his tongue over her clit in long, leisurely streaks. Karoline's fear was giving way to desire as she found herself lifting her hips to meet his hand and his mouth, moaning her pleasure and her need.

He was carrying her right to the brink of cumming when he drew out his finger, gave her clit a last little suck and took his cock in his fist to point it directly into her wet slit. Then he pushed. As Karoline felt the head open her folds and the ridge ripple into her, she came in a molten rush.

Jabane kept pushing. Steadily but not forcefully, inch by slow inch, he fed his long black cock into her wetness. No one had ever been so deep inside her. Jabane gathered her ass cheeks into his hands and pulled her fully onto his cock, until his bristly pubic hair rubbed the inside of her thighs.

He climbed on top of the blonde woman, pulled his cock nearly all the way out, then began pistoning himself in as Karoline yelped "Oh! Oh!" with each rhythmic, accelerating thrust. Finally, with a happy grunt, he drove himself fully in and let loose jet after jet of cum inside her. It seemed he would never stop cumming, and Karoline felt every throb as he filled her with his sperm.

He lay on top of her for a few moments, brushing her hair back off her forehead and giving her an unexpectedly fond kiss on the cheek. His cock was still substantial as he slowly drew it out of her and got to his feet, leaving Karoline's pussy gaping. With his fingers, he held together her labia so nothing would drip out.

Karoline sagged against the device, overwhelmed. A few days ago, she had been a public figure, a star, a boss. Now she was no more than a sweaty blonde body. She no longer cared who saw her naked and newly fucked. She let her knees splay open in front of her captors.

Han and Rodrigo uncuffed her and walked her over to the bed. As she sat down, Han whispered in her ear. "I'm next," he said, before leaving the room with the others.

Karoline's head was spinning. There was hot, fresh sperm inside her and she felt oddly, absurdly satisfied.

She clicked on the TV. It showed a rerun of Jabane fucking her. She looked at the length of his cock and how he had pressed it steadily and smmoothly inside her; she heard her own wailing voice and his heavy breathing. She saw him slide into her and she saw herself melt and cry out.

Who were these people? She couldn't stop wondering. After the TV showed Jabane fucking her, it looped back to her and José, with her ass quivering as he drove into her. Watching it turned her on a little bit and she slid her finger along her slit, then licked it. She tasted herself and -- she wondered -- maybe some of the semen that had just spewed from Jabane's cock. On TV, the camera showed their two faces close together at Jabane's climax -- his scrunched up tightly as he came, Karoline's registering each gush of sperm with another gasp.

She watched more telenovelas -- new episodes! -- and immigration news through the afternoon and evening. Her deputy was at the podium, looking smug while spouting some of Karoline's usual rhetoric.

Ana joined her again for dinner. Grilled sea bass, El Salvador style. Hearty protein and roast vegetables. Ana watched Karoline taste the fish and react with pleasure. She knew Karoline could use the energy.

Another night of sleep, physically and mentally exhausted, for Karoline, naked under her blanket. The clank of a breakfast tray under her door -- eggs, fried plantains, bacon, some kind of spicy chile pepper salsa -- half awakened her. She couldn't help enjoying it when she got out of bed a few minutes later. Why had she always eaten boring health cereal?

Ana came in after a while. "Han will have you today," she said in a businesslike tone, and left the cell. Karoline watched what the TV offered, a mixture of telenovelas and close-ups of her own face on the way to her orgasms.

Lunch arrived under the door. It was soup: a coconut curry with long thin noodles. Karoline had tasted something like it with ramen, but this was so much better and heartier, more multilayered with spices and flavors. She almost slurped the last few spoonfuls, they were so good. She pushed the tray and bowl back out under the door.

About 15 minutes later, Han walked in alone. He was skinny, but Karoline knew she could never overpower him.

"Seems you liked the khan poon. From my home, Laos" he said. Karoline nodded.

"Rodrigo and Jabane are outside. Do we still have to cuff you?"

Trica glanced down at herself, a naked woman with no defenses, a prisoner in some unknown place.

"No," she said. "I guess not."

Han smiled. "That's good," he said. "That's very good."

"Who are you?," Karoline said. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Han's face darkened.

"My father helped your country fight the Viet Cong," he said. "When the politics changed he was so lucky to come to America. And then the people in charge made him illegal. I'm lucky, I was born in the USA, I am a birthright citizen. But your people want to destroy my father and he is a good man."

His face said he was being completey truthful. Karoline could not pretend she didn't understand. She looked in his eyes.

"I wish things were different," she said.

Han gave her a level gaze. "Do you?" he said. "I'm still going to fuck you."

He pulled off his shoes and socks, and lifted his T-shirt over his head. His smooth chest was a light bronze color, almost hairless, without an ounce of fat. Karoline was relieved that his unerect cock wasn't as huge as Jabane's, but it was already growing. She sat on the edge of the bed looking up at Han.

"Spread your legs," he said.

Karoline hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. What difference did it make? He had seen it all already, and he had seen her fucked to orgasm by Ana and two men. He walked over to where she sat and stepped between her legs, all but filling her view with his lean, muscular body. He placed his hands on her breasts, with his thumbs sliding across her nipples; she felt them tightening, puckering. His cock was at the level of her chin, circumcised and pointy, and she saw it firming up as he handled her tits.

"Lick it," he commanded. Karoline thought briefly about resisting, about biting him. But she knew he was much stronger, and that the others were probably nearby. She stuck out her tongue and tentatively lapped at the head. It quivered at her touch and seemed to jump toward her, or maybe Han had stepped closer. She didn't mind the taste and licked more of its length, definitely feeling it solidify against her tongue.

Han gripped the back of her head. "Suck," he said. Karoline opened her mouth and leaned forward to take the top portion of his cock into her mouth. She was afraid he'd try to drive it down her throat and make her gag, but he didn't. He moved her head back and forth on the three or four inches in her mouth, and after a few plunges she got the rhythm, swirling her tongue around it as he pushed in and sucking lightly as he pulled back. She began to taste his precum. There was a little pop as he pulled out of her mouth and stepped away.

"Lie on your back and open your legs," he said. She scooted back onto the bed and he placed himself above her, between her knees, looking down at her. His cock was hard and shiny with her saliva, six or seven inches long, and Karoline now saw that it had a distinct curve. Han leaned over her and gave each nipple a quick, tugging kiss. He reached under Karoline's legs to place a knee on each of his shoulders.

"Point it in," he commanded. "Do it." Karoline's right hand was trembling as she closed her fingers around his cock, feeling its heat and rigidity. She nestled the head between her labia and looked up into Han's almond eyes. "Now," he said, staring back at her, and he plunged all the way in.

Karoline had never been fucked like this. With her knees over the tall man's shoulders, her hips were angled up in a new way, and his curved cock was sliding directly across her G-spot in long strokes that radiated heat across her loins. She gasped as a sudden little orgasm caught her by surprise, and without thinking she heaved herself up at Han as he drove into her, until another, bigger orgasm made her wail.

At a moment when he was lodged completely inside her, Han pushed himself to her full depth. He lifted Karoline's knees off his shoulders, gripped her ass and rolled their bodies over so Karoline was now on top. With his hands on her hips, he worked her up and down his shaft a few times. Soon he realized that he didn't have to.

Karoline was riding him on her own, rising and then grinding down on him, adding a little backward motion at the end that made his curved cock reach some secret happy place inside her. She pressed her breasts against his hard chest and humped away, moaning with each stroke.

She was grinding against his pubic bone as she came again, with her pussy clenching his full length as she cried out. Once her inner grip softened, he held her ass down so that he was fully sheathed and gave three huge upward thrusts. "Look at me," he growled. No longer holding back, Han started thrusting again until he came inside her with his cock nudging her cervix, burst after burst. Karoline saw the triumph in his eyes.

He held her, covered in their shared sweat, as their senses returned. His cock was softening, but Karoline still felt its warm length inside her until he pushed her hips upward and it slid out. "You can lick it again," he said.

On some hormonal instinct, the blonde moved down to where his cock now drooped along his thigh. She looked closely at the wet sticky flesh that had made her come so intensely, and at the balls that had just emptied their load inside her. Taking his limp, gooey cock in her hand, she lifted it to her mouth, opened wide, and took in most of his length. She tasted her musk, his seed, both of their sweat. His cock jerked, and a final droplet of fresh sperm coated Karoline's tongue.

Karoline had no idea when the door had opened and the others had come in. She was startled to hear Ana say, "OK, lovebirds, you're done." Han was soon surrounded by his comrades, slapping him on the back. Ana fluffed a pillow and gestured to Karoline to sit upright against it and put up her feet.

Ana stayed with Karoline while the men left. She had brought a tall glass of juice. "Here, this will give you back some energy," Ana said. "It's a blend of mango, guava, acai and a little bit of honey." Karoline welcomed the sweetness as she sipped the tropical juices. Ana had her hairbrush again, and she began to untangle Karoline's blonde waves.

"Don't worry about anyone at home getting upset," Ana said as she methodically brushed out Karoline's hair. "A little while ago you emailed your office a picture of you standing on a beach and waving. Rodrigo is really good with fixing watermarks and metadata. Later Nicholas will get a different shot, sunset on the beach. You told him that you were really relaxing, and that you two should come back here when your schedules allowed. Nothing too gushy, I know you don't do that."

Ana pointed toward the TV screen, which showed a live closeup of Karoline's face neatly framed by her hair. "I'm no stylist but I think I did pretty well," Ana said with a smile. "You do seem to have a certain special glow right now."

Karoline blushed, and the TV reminded her that in her nakedness, the blush spread all the way down to her breasts.

Soon the door clicked open and Rodrigo and José brought in a table and platters of sliced beef and corn on the cob. Rodrigo gave Karoline a long, unabashed once-over before the men left.

"Dinner tonight is carneada, the national dish of Honduras," Ana said. "We need to keep your strength up. It's steak marinated in orange juice, cumin and garlic, real flavor."

Although Karoline still only had a spoon for a utensil, she thoroughly enjoyed the beef, which seemed to deliver protein straight into her system. The corn had a crunchy coating of red chili pepper and cheese, and Karoline finished every kernel. After the men removed the dinnerware, Ana sat with her on the bed.

"I know Rodrigo is looking forward to tomorrow," she said. "And he's very... inventive." Ana giggled. "See in the morning."

Karoline's mind was reeling. Yes, she had been kidnapped and fucked by these... these people. But she had also had some of the best sex of her life, and some of the best food, too. Her captors had fire in their eyes, not office politics. She could hardly admit it to herself, but as she fell asleep, she was wondering what the sex was going to be like with Rodrigo.

Breakfast was hearty: eggs, tortillas, refried beans, orange juice, cafe con leche and fried plantains, arriving under the door. Soon after Karoline finished and pushed out the tray, Ana came in with two stacked baskets. Ana saw fluffy towels in the top one.

"I wish we could have a shower in here," Ana said. "But all I can do is wash you like this. Stand up, querida."

From the bottom basket, Ana unfolded a towel that was wet and steaming. She walked behind Karoline, lifted her hair and drew the warm towel across the nape of her neck, then in long smooth strokes down from her shoulders around the curve of her buns. She ran the towel between Karoline's ass cheeks and poked it toward her asshole to wipe away anything there. Then she tossed it away and got a second one, washing each of Karoline's legs, followed by her arms and hands. After dabbing at Karoline's armpits, she switched to a dry towel from the other basket to wipe off her back.

"Turn around, querida," Ana said, and Karoline found herself facing her TV image. With another wet, warm towel, Ana swathed Karoline's face, neck and shoulders, smiling into her eyes. She used slower strokes to wash Karoline's breasts, down from her shoulders and then up from under, lingering over the nipples until they poked out. She suckled each one for a little while, sending sparks through Karoline's body.

Another towel and Ana bathed Karoline's tummy and thighs before zeroing in on her pussy. "Sí, querida," Ana whispered in Karoline's ear. She carefully bathed and cleaned Karoline's sex, but they both knew she wasn't going to stop with that. With the nubbly terrycloth of the damp, heated towel over her busy fingers, Ana rubbed Karoline to a morning orgasm, kissing her deeply on the mouth as Karoline came.

Karoline was still wobbly when the men came in and attached her to the device, cuffing her wrists and ankles. She was standing up and the machine spread her legs and arms. "Wha... what are you doing?" she babbled. "I was not fighting you."

"Rodrigo had some ideas," Ana said, winking. "He's our tech person, and he built this, and... I guess we'll all find out what he'll do."

"Don't worry, this will be fun," Rodrigo said, stepping forward.

"We found this in your purse," Rodrigo added, holding up Karoline's silver-colored, bullet-shaped vibrator. "We had to recharge the battery -- it must have been a long trip."

He looked Karoline in the eyes and switched it on; they both heard its quiet buzz. Rodrigo poked its tip to Karoline's naked left breast in little rhythmic taps.

Karoline's eyes widened as he teased her with the humming toy. He applied it across the undersides of each breast. In slow spiralling curves, closing in on the areolas. Circling Karoline's nipples, watching them react and tighten. When they were poking firmly outward, hot and tingling, Rodrigo gave each one a long, sucking kiss.

He strolled behind her. He ran his hands through the cascade of her blonde hair, draping it back away from her face. Then he blindfolded her with a sleep mask.

Karoline shrieked. "Calmete, querida," Ana said. "I can tell you that Rodrigo is very good at this."

In the darkness, Karoline's other senses went into overdrive. Rodrigo -- or someone, she couldn't see -- stroked her ass with large hands, and the touch felt like heated sandpaper. She squealed again as a warm tongue ran up her spine, then crossed the nape of her neck. When lips closed on her right earlobe and a tongue ran along its edge, warmth rippled through her bound body. "You're mine now," Rodrigo whispered, and licked her earlobe again.

The device spread her legs further, lifted her feet and tilted her back. She felt a hand pressing against her bush and stroking it. It changed to fingertips repeatedly tracing her labia, while another hand lightly gripped and squeezed her left asscheek. Karoline felt warm breath approaching her pussy, and then Rodrigo's stubble tickled her thigh. There were little nibbles on her pussy lips and then broad, flat licks that probed into her slit. She was getting very wet.

The licking stopped and she sensed that Rodrigo had moved away. Then she felt his shirtfront touching her left thigh, and she realized he was leaning down across her leg. He began licking her again, this time from the side, with the top of his head nudging against her thigh. It was a new angle that somehow extended his strokes much further across her clitoris, lighting up new nerve endings, all intensified by being blindfolded.

A hand on her ass warmed her and pulled her toward his mouth as his tongue played over her clitoris. Karoline was lost in sensation, bouncing and swiveling against his face and then squealing as she came in wave after wave of pleasure, straining against her cuffs.

In the blindfolded darkness, she didn't know if she had briefly passed out, but she didn't feel Rodrigo against her leg any more. A finger swiped some sweat off her forehead and caressed her cheek. From above her, she heard Rodrigo say, "Only the beginning, chica."

The device was repositioning her, turning her so she was face down with a cushion supporting her tummy, keeping her legs spread -- a kind of horizontal X. Cuffed and blindfolded, all she could do was await the next touch. Fingers ran through her hair and stroked her scalp; it felt intimate and relaxing. Hands ran along her shoulders and down her back, and kisses were placed on each shoulder blade.

The hands glided slowly down along the curves of Karoline's ass, easing open the cleft to stroke the tender inner skin. Then they moved to cup and knead her breasts and lightly pinch and tug at her already hard nipples, radiating excitement to Karoline's pussy.

The hands moved lower. Along Karoline's spread inner thighs, they worked in parallel, touching her softest skin with just the tips of the fingernails, zig-zagging upward from her knees with almost excruciating slowness, a sensation of tiny sharp points of heat. Karoline's pussy was growing desperate for some kind of touch, anything. "Please," she whispered.

Finally, a hand covered her sex and flattened her fuzzy blonde curls against her labia. The hand stroked smoothly and patiently, and Karoline knew she was soaking his fingers with her juices. To the small extent she could wriggle, she tried to grind against it, make it press a little harder, move a little faster. "Please!" she cried, but the steady petting just continued.

Then she heard the buzz of her vibrator. The hand between her thighs merely kept up its leisurely motion, taking her close to the edge and no further. Behind her blindfold, Karoline's whole world was concentrated on the wet heat of her pussy and the touch of this stranger's hand.

Suddenly, with pinpoint precision, the vibrator was buzzing directly on Karoline's clitoris and her sensations shattered. Every part of her body, from her instantaneously curling toes to her brain --and most definitely her pussy -- seemed to clench to impossible tightness and then release with glorious joy. She was bound to the device, but Karoline was flying, flying -- and then a hard cock was ramming into her.

She hadn't even thought she needed it, but as Rodrigo's cock claimed her, Karoline wanted it more than anything in the world. She was getting fucked with purposeful strokes: plunging into her, a deliberate twist when fully lodged, pulling out slowly and then plunging in again, hard. When the hands grabbed her breasts again and twisted her nipples, Karoline had another orgasm, a giant spasm of liquid heat.

The cock thrust again and again, faster. He was hammering her now. His hands were on her ass again as he pounded into her, and she vaguely felt him spreading her cheeks as his thrusts sped up. Something slippery and tubular pushed into her tight anal rosebud. Then he speared her pussy one more time, groaned, and lodged his cock there -- and the vibrator in her ass started to buzz. It was all too much: Karoline came again, pulsing around his cock as he shot jet after jet of creamy sperm into her core, grunting above her.

Rodrigo was breathing heavily as he crammed his last droplets into her pussy, feeling the vibrator humming against his cock through Karoline's thin inner membrane. Eventually he switched it off and slid it out of Karoline's tight little hole. "Gracias," he said quietly, his breath close to her ear, as he withdrew his softening cock and gave Karoline a little pat on the ass.

As Karoline caught her breath, the device was in motion again, bringing her upright. She felt cool air on her sweaty body; she felt herself dripping. Karoline expected them to release her, or at least take the blindfold off. Instead, she heard conversation in Spanish, laughter, then whispering. She thought she heard cloth rustling.

Karoline sensed body heat close by. Then she felt hands--two of them, then more, stroking her hair, sliding up her legs, down her back, over her buns, between her open thighs. A finger traversed her slit and brought some of the gooey wetness to Karoline's lips.

A hand lifted her right breast and lips closed on her nipple, sucking it gently. Then someone else was holding and suckling her left breast, too. There was warm breath against the back of her neck, and a hot, erect cock was pressed against the base of her spine, just where the cleft of her buttocks began. Other cocks arrived at her sides, pushing against the rounded softness of her buns. A large hand palmed her pussy.

A mouth let go of her left breast and she heard Ana announce, with a giggle, "It's a group hug!" Soon the mouth at her right breast moved away and she felt arms around her and breasts, Ana's naked breasts, warm and yielding against her own. When Ana kissed her on the mouth, Karoline opened to her lips and welcomed her tongue.

Eventually Ana broke the kiss and Karoline stood alone. Someone removed the blindfold and Karoline was surrounded by her captors, all of them naked. Except for Rodrigo, the men were fully erect, and Rodrigo's cock was still substantial. Karoline saw that Ana's dark little nipples had hardened and that the black curly vee between her legs was glistening.

All of them had made Karoline come, again and again. In her dazed afterglow, Karoline somehow felt close to them, even if she was their prisoner.

José uncuffed her and took her arm as he led her away from the device to her bed. When she sat down his cock was staring her in the face, and she barely resisted the urge to take it in her hand and lick its broad tip. He turned away and she enjoyed the view of his muscular legs and butt. Ana and the men gathered their clothes from where they had piled them, but the men didn't bother to dress as they left the room.

Ana fussed a little with Karoline's hair, nudging it off her sweaty forehead and cheeks and running her fingers down through the waves. Karoline noticed that Ana had a pierced navel, with a thin gold ring.

Ana gave Karoline a little kiss on the forehead before she walked out. Watching the curve and sway of Anna's ass, Karoline wondered if Ana and the men were about to fuck. The men were certainly ready enough. Was she jealous?

Her suspicion grew when Ana and Jabane brought her dinner. Ana looked extra cheerful and a little distracted. She was dressed again, in a white blouse and jeans, but her long black hair was mussed.

They had brought her another soup. Jabane left while Ana stayed and told her about the dish: fanesca, from Ecuador. It was pumpkin, fish, beans, peppers and many more ingredients -- earthy and complex, and very exotic to Karoline.

"Rodrigo told us that he really had a fantastic time fucking you. Fantastico, maravilloso, that was what he said," Ana said. "Back in Honduras, he was an electrical engineer, but he emigrated so he wouldn't have to work for the gangs. He still loves his gadgets!"

Karoline didn't reply immediately. She concentrated on the soup, with its complex spice and depth. For Karoline, Ana was a complicated mystery. She had sometimes been cold and angry but just as often playful, affectionate, gentle and physically close. Karoline wanted to hate these people, her captors. But all they had shown her was pleasure.

Karoline thought about how beautiful Ana had looked naked, with her silky hair, her teardrop breasts, her little navel ring, her round ass and the proud tangle of black curls between her legs. Again she wondered if Ana had just enjoyed a fuck before this visit.

Jabane took away the table and dishes; Ana stayed. She and Karoline sat next to each other on the bed. Without a word, Karoline put one hand on Ana's thigh, on her jeans, and started to unbutton Ana's blouse. Ana didn't interfere. She looked into Karoline's eyes and gave a little nod. "It seems we are having dessert," Ana said.

Karoline had never been with a woman. She had been far too conventional back when her college girlfriends were fooling around with each other. But after Ana's kisses earlier, she wanted more. She unsnapped Ana's jeans to free the blouse. Ana lifted her ass and Karoline took the hint; she slid down Ana's jeans and her white panties, which were damp. She pulled off Ana's socks and undid the blouse. Now they were both naked. The smell of sex was already in the air, but Karoline couldn't say whose it was.

Karoline's pale white hands could fully cover Ana's nut-brown breasts. She felt the tiny points of Ana's nipples against her palms. Ana leaned into her touch and placed her hands on top of Karoline's. "Don't be shy, gringa," she said. "I've already licked your coño."

Ana was slender and trim but curvy, especially her generous Latina rump. They were sitting thigh to thigh. Karoline embraced Ana, breasts squashed against breasts, and ran her hands down Ana's smooth back and over her rounded buns. Ana planted a string of kisses along Karoline's collarbone, then looked her in the eye and kissed her deeply. Soft lips, tongue against tongue, lingering.

Ana leaned back from the kiss, put her hands on Karoline's shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. The black-haired Latina lay on top of the slightly taller blonde, breast to breast again, with her elbows next to Karoline's ribs. She moved Karoline's legs apart with an ankle and set her tummy onto Karoline's pussy.

"I think you're getting wet, querida," Ana said, and she brought her hand down between their bodies, between Karoline's legs, brushing her palm over Karoline's labia. She giggled. "I was right."

Karoline worked her own hand under Ana's tummy, and Ana obligingly raised herself on her knees. For the first time in her life, Karoline felt another woman's pubic curls and then, as her hand moved down, another woman's sex. Ana was wet, too, as Karoline caressed her.

Feeling bold, Karoline pushed a finger inside Ana, then brought her hand out and up and tasted Ana's juices while she looked directly into the Latina's dark eyes. It was a different taste from her own, a little saltier, a little earthier. Karoline felt her own arousal grow.

"You like the taste, querida?" Ana said. She moved up Karoline's body and dangled her right breast over Karoline's face. The areola was a dark red, almost purple, and the nipple was puckering. Ana leaned down to present it to Karoline's mouth.

Karoline stuck out her tongue and licked around the areola and then across Ana's hardening nipple. She took it between her lips, first to kiss it and then to suck it while she ran her tongue back and forth along the pointed little tip. After a while Ana reared back and fed Karoline her other nipple, while Karoline held the right breast in her hand.

Ana sat up and moved to straddle Karoline's left thigh, rubbing her wet pussy against it. She took Karoline's breasts in her hands and fondled them, toying with each one, holding it and running a fingertip around the areola until the nipple puckered to attention, then giving the nipple a hard little pinch.

Karoline felt it all, and it felt good. But she wanted something different. She pulled Ana close and rolled her over so Karoline was on top. "OK," she said, looking down at the slim, pretty, dark-skinned Latina. "Let me have you."

She saw Ana's nipples were hard and her bush was wet and shiny. She leaned down, shook her head and let her long blonde hair cascade across Ana's perky tits, back and forth. Karoline leaned down to claim Ana's lips in a deep kiss from above. Tongues met again for a long time before Karoline leaned up and away.

The Latina looked up at the taller blonde gringa and opened her legs a little wider. Karoline placed her hand on Ana's black-haired delta, palming it, letting her fingers sink into the curls to find the soft labia at Ana's center. She ran her fingers along Ana's slit. "You like that?" she said.

"Sí," Ana answered, as her hips moved to meet Karoline's caressing hand. Feeling the wetness, Karoline eased a finger inside Ana, sliding it in and out and watching the Latina's face. She pulled it out and tasted the juices. There was definitely semen.

"Who was it?" Karoline said, pushing two fingers inside Ana and then putting them against Ana's lips and having her lick them. "José," Ana said as Karoline inserted two fingers again and began a slow pistoning motion that made Ana squirm. "And then Jabane."

"Slut!" Karoline said with a laugh. Ana was starting to pant as Karoline steadily finger-fucked her tight wet slit. The blonde leaned over to suck on a nipple, pulling on it with her lips and stretching it before letting it snap back. Ana's skin tasted so good.

Karoline gave in to an impulse. She drew her fingers out, put them in her mouth for another taste, then moved down toward Ana's soaked pussy. She had never even thought about going down on another woman, but there was lust in the air, and she vividly remembered how Ana and the men had pleasured her over the last few days.

Her hands parted the black thicket of Ana's bush and she looked at the beautiful pinkness of her vulva. She licked smoothly up and down along each side, then again, with a little more pressure. Again, around the outer labia as they opened to her. Then using her hands to uncover the inner labia and licking along their length, too, taking her time. Ana was very wet.

Ana moaned as Karoline's tongue reached her inner walls, awash in flavors of ocean, earth and semen. Ana's clitoris had emerged firmly and eagerly, but Karoline avoided it for the moment and slid three fingers back into Ana, in and out. The Latina's hips bounced up to welcome them. Karoline raised her head to look at Ana's face, open-mouthed and panting, as she finger-fucked her harder. Grinning, she leaned down and sucked Ana's clit into her mouth and started lashing it with her tongue.

Ana squealed, tensed and thrust her hips up into the blonde's face, writhing against her busy tongue. Karoline moved her other hand under Ana's smooth, firm ass. She poked a wet middle finger between the buns and quickly found Ana's rosebud. As her tongue flicked over Ana's clit, she worked her finger into the tight hole, twisting it to go deeper.

Ana wailed and started to come with contractions that went off like a string of firecrackers. Her pussy spasmed repeatedly around Karoline's hand and her sphincter clamped on the intruding finger while Karoline kept tonguing Ana's clit. She bucked against Karoline's face as each thrill shot through her, until she was completely spent and could barely move.

"No más!" she called out, gasping. Karoline eased her finger out of Ana's ass and leaned up to survey Ana's sweaty body, rumpled hair and dazed, satisfied face. Ana held out her arms and Karoline climbed onto her to share a long kiss, both of them tasting Ana's earthy juices from Karoline's lips.

When Karoline broke the kiss, Anna had a mischievous smile. "I should return the favor," she said. She reached up for Karoline's shoulders and urged her down to the bed, maneuvering until they were laying on their sides facing each other. Ana pushed her hand between Karoline's thighs and moved it up to feel her wetness. "Querida," she cooed. "You enjoyed that."

Ana sat up and reversed herself on the bed, moving her head toward Karoline's feet. She lifted Karoline's leg, positioned her own leg up along Karoline's back, and then scooted up so that her pussy was right up next to Karoline's. Karoline felt the heat and moisture of Ana's pussy and the soft strength of the Latina's thighs against her own, scissoring each other's pussies. She looked down to see their glistening curls intertwined, black and blonde.

Ana started to grind her pussy onto Karoline's. It made a squishy sound as Ana worked toward an angle that opened up their slits to each other and rubbed Ana's thigh and pubic bone against Karoline's clit. Karoline soon got the idea and was also rolling her hips to find Ana's sensitive places, until the Latina met Karoline's movements and moaned, "Justo ahí!"

They wriggled together, finding and sharing a rhythm, building toward another peak. Karoline shuddered and cried out first, and Ana pinched and pulled her own nipples on the way to joining her in a rush of sensations. Afterward they lay quietly, still scissored, until Ana untangled their legs and stood up. "Sweet dreams, gringa," she said as she gathered her clothes and clicked shut Karoline's cell door behind her.

The clank of a breakfast tray woke Karoline from vivid sex dreams. The men's faces had been in shadows while one would hold her as another penetrated her from behind, or as she rode someone and opened her mouth to a fat brown cock. Ana was also in the dream, naked, pressing her firm breasts along Karoline's back and reaching down to rub her clit. The cell still smelled like sex, whether it was from the night before or the dampness now between Karoline's thighs.

Breakfast was arepas, one topped with avocado and tomatoes, one stuffed with a neatly fried egg. Karoline wolfed them down, and felt her energy returning as she sipped cafe con leche. Somehow this weird situation was becoming... not exactly normal, but far more than tolerable.

Karoline couldn't remember a time when she had been away from phonecalls, emails, situations and obligations, when she had simply unplugged and lived in the moment, lived fully in her body. All the sex -- all of the orgasms! -- had made her more aware of her physicality, of her skin, of touching and being touched, of all of her senses. Being naked, now, was just the way things were. Karoline had every expectation that she was going to be fucked again soon, and that was OK.

The TV was showing her with Ana from the day before, and she took a certain pride in seeing what she had missed while her face was between Ana's legs: the way the Latina had gasped and shaken, the look in her eyes as Karoline made her come.

Han and Jabane came in, bringing a sunlamp and the bathing suit that had been in Karoline's luggage. "You'll need a little tan from your relaxing beach vacation," Ana told her. "And Nicholas probably wouldn't understand if you didn't have tan lines."

Karoline put on her bikini; it felt quite confining after the days of nakedness. "We found your SPF 25 sunscreen, blondie," Ana said, giggling. "But you can't go back totally pale. Do we have to belt you down, or will you just lie back for a few hours?"

It meant they were going to release her soon, Karoline realized. "You don't have to," she said, arranging herself on the bed. Someone had a sense of humor; the TV was showing beach scenes with surf sounds. With some pillows arranged on the bed, the sunlamp on a stand and her little sunshades over her eyes, Karoline lay back. "Open your legs," Ana said with a hint of command. Karoline soon found herself napping.

Ana woke her with a deep kiss on the mouth. "Time to turn over, rubia," she said. "You don't want to burn." Karoline rolled over onto her front and let the ocean sounds lull her back to sleep.

At first she wasn't sure if she was dreaming when she felt her bikini bottom sliding down her legs. Her bandeau top was unclasped. It felt so much better to be naked. Hands coaxed her hips upward so a pillow could slide under her tummy. Her thighs were already spread. Karoline woke up fully to the sensation of a cock sliding smoothly into her pussy. She thought she recognized the curved shape that was pressing in a path against her clit. Yes, it was Han.

"Face down, ass up," she thought sleepily as he thrust into her, making little grunts each time he bottomed out. He was taking his time, working his full length in and out, enjoying every slow inch in each direction. Karoline got her knees under her and started to rock herself back against him, sharing his rhythm, responding. Han reached around to palm her soft breasts, letting her nipples get squeezed between his fingers.

Very deliberately, he slowed down his thrusts, adopting a twisting motion that used the curve of his cock to probe new places inside her welcoming slit. A thought floated through Karoline's growing sexual haze: "This is screwing."

She raised her head to see herself on the screen, sweaty and panting and wide-eyed, with her tits looking extra pale and milky against her new tan. Han began tugging her nipples and speeding up his thrusts again. This orgasm was like a thundercloud bursting, sudden and drenching, as he pounded into her. She felt his sweaty chest against her back as he leaned down on her, drove in hard and spewed his first blast of sperm. He pulled nearly all the way out, then lunged back into her to hold her close and tight as she felt him spurt into her, again and again.

Still inside her, he rolled them over onto their sides, so that he was spooning her. He kissed the nape of her neck. As his cock retracted, she realized that she felt a little empty without it. He gave her rump a little slap before he left the cell.

Ana brought dinner again -- a richly aromatic main dish with yellow rice on the side. Karoline had never tasted anything like its smoky layers of chiles and herbs and... nuts? "Pollo con pipian," Ana told Karoline. "Chicken with pumpkin seeds, from Mexico." Ana had also brought a bottle of mellow reposado tequila, and after a few shots Karoline was nodding off. Ana made sure she was arranged comfortably on the bed. "Hasta manana, querida," Ana said, kissing her shoulder.

Another hearty breakfast: bacon-and-egg burritos, refried beans, cafe con leche. Ana came in to give Karoline another towel bath -- including another terrycloth orgasm, rubbing her clit and looking into her eyes as Karoline quivered and moaned. "Querida," Ana whispered as Karoline surrendered to the Latina's expert hands.

The men seemed exceptionally cheerful when they arrived not long afterward. Without a word, they cuffed Karoline into the frame, standing upright, arms up, legs pulled apart. "Why?" she asked. Ana smiled. "You'll see, querida," she said. "Or let's just say, you'll feel."

The frame bent in half and Karoline's legs were lifted into a horizontal position, still spread past 90 degrees; little cushions supported her under each thigh. Ana walked between her open legs and cupped one hand over Karoline's blonde thatch, just placing it against her labia.

Ana's lips seized on Karoline's left nipple, suckling it. Heat flowed from Karoline's tits to her pussy, especially when Ana started giving the nipple little bites and caressing the blonde's moistening slit. The other nipple soon got love bites of its own.

In her restraints, Karoline pushed back as much as she could, lifting her damp bush toward Ana's touch. Ana was giving her as much physical pleasure as any lover she'd ever had -- certainly better than her dorky middle-aged husband. She could feel herself getting very wet against Ana's hand.

"OK, querida," Ana said, stepping away just as Karoline was on the verge of coming. Karoline hadn't noticed that José had stripped and had been stroking his thick, blunt cock to full hardness. When Ana stepped back, he was standing in front of her, between her legs, looking directly into her eyes. Then he was pushing in.

She was so wet that it was easy. One steady thrust and he was all the way inside. His broad hands gripped her buns and he was driving his thickness into her.

José's grip on her ass cheeks tightened a little and he pulled them apart as he speared into her again and again. Karoline felt a slippery pressure on her rosebud, oiling her back passage and pushing a finger in. And was that another finger? The fingers poked and turned inside her tight hole, greasing the ring of her sphincter and pushing inward to smear the oil further. Then they withdrew and Karoline felt something warm and unyielding pressing against her virgin asshole.

"I couldn't resist," Rodrigo growled into her ear. José paused his thrusts to stay fully lodged in her pussy. His hands held open her buns for Rodrigo as he gripped Karoline's hips and patiently worked his cock into her anus. "Relax," he hissed. "Push like you're pushing out."

There was a hot circle of pain as her sphincter gave way to his oiled cock, and Karoline cried out with tears in her eyes. But as Rodrigo kept moving steadily inward, a different sensation grew inside Karoline: an incredible fullness. José's cock was pressed firmly into her pussy while Rodrigo's was sliding deeper and deeper into her from behind, until finally Karoline felt his pubic hair against her buns. His entire length was up her ass and it felt like it filled her whole chest. The pulse of his cock throbbed against her rosebud.

Karoline felt breath in her ear as Ana took her earlobe between her lips for a quick nibble. Ana reached down to where José's cock entered Karoline's pussy and she found the little bud of her clitoris. Karoline moaned as Ana stroked it, lightly and then more insistently, writhing in the frame. José began thrusting again, and Rodrigo began a slower motion, dragging his cock back, leaving just the head inserted past her rosebud and then plowing back into her tight rear passage.

Karoline's whole universe was her two stuffed holes and the heat of Ana's touch on her clitoris. Everything was sensation. She wailed in an overpowering orgasm, and the two cocks felt even bigger as multiple spasms shook her and her muscles gripped them inside.

The men held still as Karoline quivered at the peak of her orgasm, then started pumping faster. José was pistoning her steadily. Ana's hand was still at her clitoris, Rodrigo was spearing her ass, José now had his hands on her breasts and somehow Karoline found herself coming again in just a few minutes, like an earthquake's aftershock. She heard Rodrigo grunt when her sphincter clasped him, and she felt his cock swell and throb as he gushed hot seed into her ass. Even as Rodrigo's cock began to soften, José jammed himself in deeper and jetted frothy semen into her pussy.

There was a little pop as Rodrigo's cock came loose from Karoline's asshole. José pulled out slowly from Karoline's well-used pussy, no longer stiff but still lengthy and shiny with their juices. The men lowered Karoline's legs, freed her, and helped her over to the bed, where she curled up in a sweaty heap. She felt melted and boneless, but aglow, as she heard the men leave and the door click.

Ana came over when Karoline tentatively sat up. "You liked that, querida," Ana said triumphantly, holding out a cup. "Have some fresh coconut water." Karoline gratefully accepted it.

"We're sending you back tomorrow," Ana said as Karoline sipped the drink. "But I told the men we could all enjoy you one last time before you go."

Ana smiled and added, "Together." She giggled. "Sweet dreams."

Karoline woke up to the sounds of laughter and cheerful Spanish conversation. Ana and the men had brought in chairs for everyone and a buffet breakfast -- a buffet of arepas, eggs, refried beans, tortillas, cheese, sausages, fruits, strong coffee and steamed milk.

The men, in T-shirts and camo pants, dug into the food and were having a spirited discussion in Spanish, sometimes directly ogling Karoline and gesturing toward her body. They conferred with Ana, who sometimes rolled her eyes and sometimes seemed to be making suggestions or nodding approval. Karoline, naked among her clothed captors, could only wonder what they were planning. She was embarrassed to realize that somehow she was looking forward to whatever was about to happen. Her pussy was already getting moist.

As Karoline took a last sip of coffee, Ana stood up and held out her hand. She let Ana lead her to the bed while the men stripped. Karoline couldn't help looking at their cocks in anticipation. Han's was already pointing at her. Rodrigo placed a thick pillow for her head. "On your back, querida," Ana said. "We all want one more taste of that coño.

Karoline obeyed, laying on her back with her knees up. José approached first. He laid his rough hands on her breasts and leaned down to lap at her pussy in long strokes of his tongue along her slit. She felt herself opening and moistening, and soon her hips were bucking up to meet his tongue.

But he moved away and Han stepped between her open legs. "Look at me," he said and he stared into her eyes for a long moment as his hand brushed along her pubic fuzz, teasing her. He bent to taste her, licking a few times along the length of her slit and then taking each of her labia between his lips and gliding his tongue along each one's sensitive edge. Left, right, she moaned as he tasted her.

Jabane's turn was next. From her side, he leaned over to give her a deep kiss, his tongue pushing against hers. When he moved between her legs, he opened her thighs even further with his large hands. Karoline looked up into his deep brown eyes.

Jabane's pushed his dark palm against her curly blonde triangle. His hand was wet against her thigh as he opened her legs further and leaned into licking her, then poked his tongue inside her, gathering her slickness on his tongue. She pushed up toward his lips, his tongue, his mouth, feeling like she could spill over into orgasm at any moment. But Jabane, too, moved away before she could.

With a sly grin, Rodrigo stepped up to the disheveled blonde with his hands behind his back. He bent foward to lick a wet horizontal line along both of Karoline's heaving breasts, not pausing at her straining pink nipples until he reversed direction and took time to suckle each one and then give it a tiny nibble. He licked his way up each of Karoline's wide-open thighs before approaching her moist opening. He licked around her slit and gradually circled inward, until his tongue was moving inside her. He eased upward to find her eager, hyper-sensitive clitoris and sucked to extend it toward him.

He had the vibrator. He eased its tip inside her slit, and with her clitoris still between his lips, he touched the vibrator to the underside of her clit and switched it on. Karoline exploded into orgasm, shrieking and spasming. She may have passed out.

When Karoline opened her eyes she was looking up into Ana's black-haired pussy. She felt the hard tips of Ana's nipples against her tummy, and Ana was tonguing along her slit in smooth, slow motions. "You taste so good, querida," Ana said. "You are so beautiful when you come."

As Ana climbed off the bed, the screen showed Karoline how she looked to the camera. She was red-faced and shiny with sweat and her hair was all matted, with some strands stuck to her forehead. The expression on her face was a dazed, relaxed smile. She looked around to see all the men naked and thoroughly erect.

"Get up on your knees," Ana told her. Still dazed, Karoline complied. "Ass a little higher," Ana said, and Karoline raised it further. She wanted to be fucked.

José walked behind her and reached under Karoline to stroke her very wet blonde fuzz. Then he took her hipbones in his hands. He placed the tip of his cock at her labia and stroked a finger along her soaking slit. Then he rammed his cock into her.

Karoline cried out at how good it felt. His first thrusts were slow; he swiveled his hips to probe different angles of her inner walls. Then he picked up speed. Ana was by her side again. José was working steadily into her pussy, holding her ass cheeks as he pushed his fat cock into her depths.

Ana's hands were in all the right places. Now they were tugging and pinching her nipples. Then they were between her legs, feeling José's cock and touching her clit. It was all Karoline could do to hold her body up on her knees as his thick cock pushed inside her again and again. Ana's forefinger was on her clit, caressing her toward orgasm and then getting her there. She wailed and spasmed as her whole body quivered and clenched. That was when José's hands tightened on her flanks and he started spurting inside her. She welcomed every burst of his cum, and she felt empty when he softened and slid out.

Ana took her hand and gestured for Karoline to stand up. Her legs were a little shaky, but she did. Jabane took her place on the bed, laying on his back with his hands behind his head, grinning, with his huge cock sticking up like a flagpole. Karoline couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Go ahead, querida," Ana said. "You know you want it inside you again. Climb on." Karoline obeyed. She placed her knees next to Jabane's hips and grasped his thick, dark shaft in her right hand, rubbing her thumb over the tip where there was already some precum.

Holding his cock, feeling it throb, she pointed it into her wet, welcoming slit, glancing down to see the dark column of flesh parting her blonde bush and pale pink labia. Then she looked into Jabane's dark eyes, which widened with pleasure as she let herself ease down on it, feeling its girth and its heat as it pried her pussy so wide open. When he was fully lodged, Karoline was sitting on his thighs with his hairy legs against her soft inner thighs. She moved her hips in a small circle, feeling him fill her completely.

His hands were on her buns, almost covering them in their warmth, and he moved her up and down on his cock. Soon she took over, rising up and grinding down, angling herself forward so his shaft grazed her clitoris each time she humped down on it. Her body was telling her exactly what it wanted, and she was moaning as he pushed up to mirror her rhythm. It was deep, so deep, again and again, so good!

Pushing down, rocking back, sliding up and pushing down again, Karoline lost herself in the moment, mindlessly seeking pure sensation until a monumental orgasm surged through her. Jabane's hands on her ass pressed her close as she cried out and her spasms gripped his rampant cock. He held himself back from the brink, staying hard and hot at her sexual core.

When he felt her melt toward relaxation, Jabane moved his legs against hers and rolled her onto her side. Her breath was hot as he kissed her, tasting her arousal even in her mouth. His hands were still on her ass cheeks and he pulled them apart. As he held her ass open, someone rubbed warm oil onto her anal rosebud. She turned her head to see Han, whose long, curved cock was also gleaming with oil. Han pushed some droplets of oil deeper inside her anus, past her sphincter, twisting his finger to coat her narrowest passage.

With Jabane holding her open while his cock still impaled her, Han placed the tip of his cock at her rosebud and started working it in. Jabane's hands let go as Han gripped Karoline's hipbones and claimed Karoline's back passage: calmly making some progress, waiting for her to stretch around him, then moving back the tiniest bit before thrusting deeper. He didn't rush, but he didn't hesitate for a moment.

Karoline felt his cock rubbing Jabane's through her inner membrane shortly before she felt his pubic hair tickling against her buns. The men rolled Karoline over so that she was on top of Jabane again, with Han's legs between hers. Han leaned over and took her left earlobe between his lips, giving it a smooth lick with his tongue as his cock throbbed deep inside. "She's even tighter than Tricia was," Han said as he grunted and started to fuck Karoline's ass.

Han took his time in both directions, dragging his curved length out and then slowly, purposefully working it in. Karoline was sandwiched between the two men's bodies with her breasts squashed against Jabane's hard chest, skewered by the two large cocks inside her. Underneath her, Jabane started to mirror Han's motions, pulling back as Han thrust inward and driving up into her when Han withdrew.

Rodrigo was standing next to Karoline's head and he moved to place his cock directly along her lips. Karoline didn't have to be told to open her mouth and take it in. She turned to accept as much of it as she could, and Rodrigo lightly clasped her head to find an angle where she could swallow even more. Soon Karoline was bobbing her head on Rodrigo's cock.

Karoline was tasting cock, riding cock, taking a cock up her ass. To her right, José grasped her hand and wrapped it around his hardening cock, still wet with her last orgasm. Karoline clutched it, and she found herself jerking it each time Han's cock invaded her ass.

Karoline was lost in a universe of rigid male flesh. She was penetrated, filled, stretched, impaled, pleasured, used. Below her, Jabane began moving more aggressively, arching up into her, no longer matching Han but moving more impulsively, at his own speed, ramming up into her. Karoline felt a hand -- Ana's -- working itself between her and Jabane, and Ana quickly found the firm nub of Karoline's clitoris, just above where Jabane was bucking up into her.

Han was still savoring long slow strokes into Karoline's ass, but Jabane was not holding back. Han sank in and held still as Jabane let go, jackhammering his length into Karoline and then burying himself inside her, throbbing and spurting burst after burst of foamy sperm. As he groaned with his release, Ana tugged and pinched on Karoline's clit, and the blonde flew into a new, overwhelming orgasm, clenching Jabane's massive shaft as it erupted inside her, moaning around Rodrigo's cock in her mouth and tightly gripping José's throbbing erection.

As she drifted back toward reality, Karoline felt Han rolling her onto her side while Jabane's cock softened inside her and eventually plopped loose. Jabane kissed her and caressed her breasts before getting up from the bed. Rodrigo had stepped back, but Han was still deep inside her and still felt huge. Ana, standing nearby, slipped two fingers inside Karoline's slit and circled them inside, then slid them out, dripping. "Taste it," she said, and Karoline obediently stuck out her tongue to lick off the combined semen, musk and sweat.

Han rolled onto his back with Karoline on top of him, spreading her legs outside his. Rodrigo smiled as he towered over her with his cock glistening from her saliva. "I know you are wet enough," he said, and he plunged his full length directly into Karoline's slit, slowing down only when its tip jostled Han's cock deep inside her.

José moved to push his cock into Karoline's open mouth, and once more she was triple-stuffed, her holes absolutely filled for the men's pleasure -- and her own. As her mind reeled, her only desire was to be a vessel, to give and receive the overwhelming sensations. Han was more urgent now, gripping her hipbones and pumping her ass faster from below, while Rodrigo was pulling nearly all the way out and then jamming himself rapidly in.

Karoline had never felt more raw and animal. She writhed between Rodrigo and Han, twisting and swiveling her hips to take them both as deeply as she could, to feel them everywhere. She gulped down José's cock, sucking the shaft. All three men were using her now, plundering her heat and wetness, and it was exactly what she wanted: to be taken and desired and to let their rough, strong, ruthless male bodies carry her to another ecstatic peak.

Rodrigo climaxed first. His long smooth thrusts turned into a flurry of frantic strokes until he arched his back, pulled her hips close and sheathed his cock all the way inside her, pulsing against her inmost walls as he discharged jet after jet of hot seed at her cervix.

Maybe there was friction between his cock and Han's, because while Rodrigo pulsed inside her, Han was set off; his cock ballooned against Karoline's tight little ring as he grunted and blasted hot sperm into her ass. José had started jerking the base of his cock and let loose into Karoline's mouth. With Ana's fingers on her clit -- and pinching and roughly twisting her nipples -- Karoline rushed into one more explosive orgasm. Her mind dissolved into pleasure -- she moaned and screamed and shook as the men flooded her with cum.

When the men's cocks softened and slid out, they stepped away from Karoline. Karoline rolled off Rodrigo and lay on her back, sweating, trembling, breathing heavily. Ana's face came into view as she refocused.

"You're going to miss us, aren't you?" Ana said.

Dazed and dripping with cum, Karoline could only nod.

They had a hearty dinner together -- Haitian griot, pork marinated in citrus and hot peppers -- and arepas, coffee and fresh mango for breakfast. The men stayed as Ana gave Karoline a last sponge bath, and they applauded as Ana brought Karoline to one more orgasm, kissing her deeply.

Han brought in Karoline's clothing -- the C-cup bra, high-necked blouse, jacket and skirt suit, pantyhose and heels. Karoline felt like she was getting into someone's costume as she put them on.

They walked her down the hallway and at the exit door, Ana blindfolded her again. "Sorry," Ana said. "Security. Just tell everyone you had a nice spa vacation. We can always put the videos online. Adios, querida."

She was walked into a plane. It landed in Washington D. C. and an attendant took off her blindfold. Karoline called an Uber to her apartment; her husband was traveling but would be back that night. Nicholas was pleasantly surprised when she greeted him with a full-body hug and, not long afterward, pulled off her clothes and invited him to climb on and fuck her. Five minutes later, he grunted and came.

The next few months were odd for Karoline. Her period didn't come. She did everything she could to avoid immigration-related briefings. She had brief, boring sex a few more times with her husband. But she knew.

After three months, her baby bump started to show. Nicholas couldn't be prouder or happier. Still, she told him she didn't want him in the delivery room for the birth. After she recovered, they showed her the baby. It was nine pounds, beautiful and healthy -- and a deep chocolate brown. It was Jabane's baby.

Karoline knew she had to resign. Her boss would never accept a mixed baby. Someday, maybe, she would get a chance to lie again.