Some time later, I cannot say how long (for by now I have lost any concept of time), I begin to stir, roused by wet hands that gently slap my cheeks. I hear voices in Spanish... one in English... but it's broken, the words muddied as I come to.
"Blonde puta, wakey wakey!"
My eyes flutter. "Uhhhohh... please Master... I'm sorry... won't happen ever again I promise!" I open my eyes, only to see a half dozen soldiers. All the duct tape has been stripped from my skin. I'm only wearing the leather collar and the dark metal bracelets cuff my aching wrists. The soldier who speaks English is practically a boy, with peach fuzz for a beard.
"OK blonde puta listen careful to me. General choose you as playmate while he meet with Big 'Emperor' Chu, big crime boss. During meet you please General, do what he says, and maybe he treat you nice. You not do all he say, you regret. Understand?"
I nod. "Yes."
"This good opportunity for slave. No fuck it up, puta, if you want to live."
I nod again. Suddenly two huge wooden double-doors sweep inward and I am ushered into a small room illuminated by a horde of candles of all sizes and shapes. There are two couches for reclining, adjacent to one another. On one I see a giant of a man, a veritable sumo wrestler, albeit leaner though still muscular. Two girls are naked, arms chained behind their backs and ankles shackled, wearing collars. They are each leaning forward, their heads in the lap of the big man, tongues licking his impossibly massive dong (it has to be a foot and a half!). The man is gesticulating with one hand while the other holds a cigar, tendrils of smoke undulating, disappearing into the room's dark periphery. I spot the General sitting on the adjacent couch, completely naked except for his trademark green glasses. I trot forward and kneel at his feet.
[In Spanish] "Emperor Chu, you speak wise as always. I fear that you are correct that our American enterprise may be in jeopardy. The temporary loss of revenues is not the issue... there will always be more shipments. The problem is that Chavez views these simple business transactions as something more -- no less than a matter of nationalistic pride that we, though a tiny country, are single-handedly poisoning the whole nation of imperialists and helping bring down their decadent society. These setbacks, though minor to us, Chavez may deem intolerable. Then, if he chooses to intervene or start meddling in our simple business, who knows what might happen? Misunderstanding the cycles of the market, the zealous fool might decide to replace us with more malleable underlings."
The General pauses before continuing. "Ha, maybe Chavez is even less principled. He's been wanting a bigger cut of our operation for a long time. He's been using all this talk of patriotism to describe our little cottage industry, but what if it was all a ploy to raise the level of expectations in the government, to have us replaced with cronies that our corrupt President needs to reward? Chavez is many things, but of one thing I am most sure: he is a shrewd politician. No scheme is too convoluted for the man."
Just then the General seems to notice me. "Ahh, you are awake. That is good. Slave Jessica, I would like you to meet Emperor Chu. Emperor Chu, this is one of my prized chicas."
I nod politely, managing to hide my outrage as I notice that the two girls sucking Chu off are none other than my teammates Becky and Kira. "It is an honor to meet the Emperor," I say woodenly.
Chu groans as his two girls continue to pleasure that cock. In Spanish: [Ah, she is well mannered. General, you train them better than anyone!]
The General laughs. [The compliment is well-earned, my friend. Jessica is one of the American spies we recently captured.]
[Most impressive.]
The General pats his leg. "Come. Suck me."
I kneel before the General's crotch and take his mighty prick into my mouth, my hands massaging his cock's pubic raiment. His hand slips off the fabric ring tying my ponytail in place, golden hair tumbling out and spilling down my naked back. "Uhh... oh... this one is very talented. Ah but where were we?" he rejoins, stroking my hair as if I were his pet while I slobber, slurp and vacuum his manhood.
[Yes, General. Back to business. We could attempt to fudge the records. That might work. But I think I have a better idea, although it has its risks.] My tongue dances across the General's glans, a quickening rhythm of my hot panting blanketing his cock head during my exertions.
[I'm all ears.]
