Note to Reader: This is fiction. This story is not a blueprint for a crime. The sentence for something like this would be 20 yrs to life depending on where you are. You would also be at the bottom of the prison pecking order and I think you know what that means. Read it, enjoy it, but don't try it!
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As he carried the Latino teen down the stairs to the subterranean section of his ranch house he had to admit everything had gone as planned. This was the fourth time he had laid in ambush at the smuggler's campsite. On the previous trips he had not seen what he wanted. However, last nights group of illegals had included just what he had been waiting for.
The Coyote running the group had just laid his claim to the two teenage sisters. Telling their parents that, as part of the payment for the rest of the family's passage, the girls were to be his for the night and would be sold as whores later. He was still holding his AK-47 on the parents when the heavy .308 bullet smashed into the stamped metal receiver, turning the feared assault rifle into nothing more than a club. This left the Coyote with his handgun but that was useless against a sniper hidden in the dark.
In the end the Coyote got to keep his life and the $1000 left hidden under a rock. Even though no one had seen him, he did not want trouble with the Coyote's bosses. The frantic parents were told that the girls would be kept for his personal use for a little while and then given money to start a new life in America. Who knows, if they were sweet enough, it could happen.
He put the girl he was carrying down on the tile floor of the bathroom area. Her sister lay near by. They were both still asleep from the drug he had put in their water bottles. Neither girl was going on any fabric until they were fully deloused. A waterproof collar went around her neck and was fastened to a chain from the wall just like her sister. Restraints were then put around both girl's wrists and ankles. Their wrists were attached to ropes from the ceiling. After removing their shoes their ankles were then attached to D-rings in the floor. When the ropes pulled them up they would be forced to stand facing each other 6 feet apart with their arms over their heads and feet spread 24 inches. Pleased with the setup he stripped and headed to the shower.
He was in the middle of his shower when he saw the older girl waking up. He had to laugh at the look of horror on her face when she looked though the clear glass and saw him naked. That gave him an instant hard-on. When she saw that, she blushed furiously and begin to frantically try to loosen her bonds. When that failed she moved as close to her sister as possible and averted her eyes. He watched her as he finished his shower and dried off. Leaving the shower he walked by her with his 8" cock hard and proud in front of him.
"Don't run off sweetheart," he said. "The party is just getting started."
He had no idea if she understood him but, judging by the way she flinched when he said it, she at least understood the meaning.
He put on a pair of tight-fitting shorts so the girls could see his hard cock waiting for them but the family jewels were still protected if they fought back. After getting a beer out of the kitchen he walked back to them.
The youngest one was just waking up. Sipping his beer he reached down and squeezed her left tit. This brought two reactions. The young one's eyes shot open and the big sister yelled a stream of Spanish so fast that he only caught a small part of it. What he did understand was more than enough to get her grabbed by the hair and slapped hard across the face. Even though this brought tears to her eyes she glared back at him. This protective streak was going to have to be dealt with right from the start.
Walking to the ropes he started pulling the young sister up by her wrists. She was still only half awake so she did not fight hard. "No No," she pleaded in Spanish while her sister tried vainly to reach her. After stretching her tight he tied off the rope.
Big sister however, fought every inch. He raised her onto her feet but she was still in a squatting position with her arms clinched in front of her tits, hiding her face in her hands. He tied her rope off with her still in this position. Taking another rope he walked up to her from behind. He tied the end of the rope in the D-ring holding her left ankle. Grabbing her thick black hair he pulled her head back and threaded the rope through the ring on her collar. She started to struggle to rise but he held her down with her hair long enough to put the end of the rope through the other D-ring and quickly tie it off. Except for her hands she was now locked in this position.
In English he said in her ear, "Look at your little sister. The more you disobey me, the more pain she will feel."
Both girls shrieked, "No!!"
"So you do understand English. From now on speaking Spanish will be punished," he growled.
He walked behind the oldest girl to a cabinet that had a hasp and padlock on it. Opening the cabinet he removed a short cattle prod, a riding crop and two ball gags. When he turned around the younger sibling immediately recognized some of what he was holding and she begin sobbing loudly. Clipping the prod and the crop to his shorts behind his back he hid them from the oldest who was trying hard to see what her sister was so upset about. Coming up from in back, he jerked big sister's head back hard, stuffing the ball gag into her mouth as she opened it to protest. After securing it he moved to little sis.
He walked around her twice ignoring the muffled shrieks of protest coming from the older girl as she saw what was clipped to his waist.
Stopping behind her, he said softly into her ear, "What is your name pretty one and how old are you?"
"Amira and I am 18 years old," was the sobbed answer in broken English.
This surprised him as she did not look that old. "How long have you been 18?"
"One month."
"What is your sister's name and how old is she?"
"Chalina. She's 19 and a half," she replied.
"You know that because Chalina resisted I am going to have to hurt you."
At this she started moaning over and over, "Don't hurt me, please mister, don't hurt me!"
Showing her the ball gag he told her, "Amira, put this in your mouth and you can bite on it when you feel the pain. Do it now or I will have to hurt Chalina too."
Amira slowly opened her mouth and he secured her gag. It really was not for her benefit, he did not want to have to hear the full force of her screams.
He moved in front of her and grasping her rough cloth blouse and ripped it down the front sending buttons flying in all directions. He took a cruel looking lock-back knife out of his pocket. Ignoring the muffled screams from both girls he made short work of cutting the rest of her top loose, then threw the rag into the trash.
Stepping back he saw one reason she looked so young. Her tit mounds were smashed into an old discolored bra that was way too small. She had hung her head so he took her by the hair and tilted her head back until he could see her closed eyes.
"Look at me, Amira!" he said forcefully, shaking her head until she opened her eyes.
He held up the knife and her eyes closed again. A quick shake of her head made her re-open them. He slid his hand down her face and neck to her breast. The bra was so small that he could not get the knife under the center without stretching it out from her body with his other hand. A quick slice let the bra pop open. He cut the two straps and pulled the bra from around her and threw it away.
His cock had been growing harder as he stripped her but now surged into a full, throbbing erection. Staring back at him were probably the best set of tits he had ever seen, even in pictures. They were being pulled up somewhat by the position of her arms but did not think that was going to matter. They were perfectly shaped, with aureoles that were not too big or too small, and generous nipples.
Given that she was not done growing yet, these were going to be the kind of tits that wet dreams were made of. In fact, they already were. Her nipples were hard with her fear and he took both of them between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched gently, watching the anguished, embarrassed look in her eyes. He bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it until she gave a small jerk and a low moan. He straightened up and looked her in the eye.
"Those are very beautiful Amira. You should be very proud of them. Now let me look at the rest of you."
This brought a furious blush to her face. Stooping down he sliced through the hem of her long, homemade skirt and ripped it up the front to her waist. Laying the blade flat on her stomach made her quickly draw in her abdomen and let him slip the knife between the waistband and her skin. When he made sure that she was looking at him, a pull on the knife let her skirt fall to the floor. The knife then made quick work of her plain cotton panties exposing her untrimmed black bush, thick even at her age.
Walking around her he could see that this was a girl used to physical labor. Her ass cheeks were hard, jutting out over the back of her long, strong legs with a beautiful curve. The hips were not yet as broad as they would be but still nicely shaped. A thin layer of fat covered her ab muscles. Taught to use her body correctly she would bring a man great pleasure.
He moved off to the side where he could see both girls. Chalina had shifted around until she was able to kneel. She was glaring at him, her hate plain to see.
"Chalina, remember that what is now going to happen to your little sister is because of your actions. What one of you does affects the other one. What you have cost her is this:
"2 strokes with the crop on each ass cheek.
"2 strokes on her belly.
"2 strokes on each tit.
"2 shocks with the prod on her belly."
At the word "tit" Chalina screamed as loudly as she could through the gag and tried to get to her feet. When she heard about the shocks she went berserk, straining against her bonds even though this was choking her. He went over and bent down to grab her hair.
"Chalina," he yelled shaking her head and slapping her face. "If you don't control yourself she will get punished more. The only way to help her is to behave yourself and do what you are told!"
Another shake of her head and she broke down sobbing, her tits heaving under her top. He turned and walked to Amira. Her naked tits were putting on a grand display as she sobbed. This kept his cock rock hard. Pulling out the crop, he walked behind the shaking girl.
He said in a low voice, "Amira, I will count to 5 between each stroke. In just over 1 minute this will all be over. If you are brave it will make it easier on Chalina."
He rubbed her right butt-cheek gently and then smacked it with the crop. He slowly counted to 5 out loud and smacked her again. Red marks showed on her ass but the cheek was so hard it barely moved as the strokes landed. He counted to 5 again while moving to the other cheek where he repeated the strokes. There was very little response from the girl. He suspected that she had been spanked harder than this growing up.
Both girls' sobs had ceased as he moved around to her belly. Still counting he rubbed his hand over her tight flesh then landed one blow high and 5 seconds later another blow just above her patch of jet black pubic hair. These strokes were landing on territory that had never been smacked before and brought startled yips from behind the gag.
