Lauren was left trussed up, naked and cuffed to the table for a whole hour. The interrogation room was hot and stale. She whimpered desperately into her rolled-up T-shirt gag as she considered her situation.
The humiliation of being forced to masturbate in front of the perverted cops was something she would have to put out of her mind... for now. The immediate priority was dealing with the threat of being jailed for the coke she had stuffed into her suitcase. What had Juan said: 12 years? That was a lifetime as far as Lauren was concerned. She'd be ... 30 by the time she was let out! She'd miss out on university -- on the rest of her youth. Lauren sobbed and writhed in her bonds.
Was there any way out? It didn't look like there was. Could she claim that the cocaine had been planted in her case? No. She had put it there with her own stupid hands. Could she claim that the policemen had tricked her? She didn't see how: she had handed over the pesos herself. And... oh God... they had a bloody photograph of her snorting the stuff.
The fact that she had been stripped and humiliated by the cops didn't seem to offer any escape either. They would probably deny the incident. Of course, there were no other witnesses. Indeed, if she did report it she'd have to lie too, at least about the details: how on earth could she ever explain her orgasm? That part at least would have to be edited out. More importantly, she realised, reporting the abuse didn't get around the problem with the drugs. It didn't explain the photos. And Lauren couldn't think of any time she had heard about where anyone had successfully escaped going to prison in some fucked-up foreign country by saying they had been sexually abused. On the contrary, she had read plenty of new reports -- being a messed-up masochist, she had sometimes furtively googled this sort of thing for her own pleasure -- of women who had been raped by cops abroad. In every case they had been ignored, or thrown into jail and raped some more for reporting it. Recalling these stories filled Lauren with terror, and, shamefully, excitement.
By the time Juan marched back in, the tied-up and naked teenager was exhausted, overheated and hyper-ventilating. The whole of her face was wet and sticky with tears and snot; the T-shirt stuffed into her mouth was soggy.
In a surprisingly tender move, Juan took a moment to gently wipe away some of her tears and snot with the arm of his shirt. He then dropped himself down onto the table, at the side, his thigh up against the girl's torso, just out of her field of view. She was startled when he then gave her a firm slap on her buttocks.
"Mmph!" Lauren protested, weakly.
"Listen, young lady. You are fucked. You are spending 20 years in a jail, here in Mexico. I have spoken with the state prosecutor. He's saying the evidence is very good; more than enough."
Lauren held her sobs, and listened nervously to Juan's words. Juan was absent-mindedly tracing patterns over her butt-cheeks with his finger as his spoke.
"In fact, he says 'we don't usually get photographs of the criminal taking the drugs!'. You will have no defence. You are going to jail for a long, long time. Unless..." Juan paused deliberately. The gagged and trussed-up girl could only helplessly register that he had was now pressing his fingers with obscene firmness against her inner thigh.
"... you agree to fuck me and my men. For the next three days."
Lauren was shocked, but not really surprised at this crude statement of the blackmail the Mexican cops intended to practice on her.
Juan got up and then untied and ripped away the make-shift gag.
"What do you say?"
"Please...." Lauren spluttered. "Don't do this to me. I'll suck your cock if you let me go" she improvised. She was desperate to take any chance to escape the prospect of spending the rest of her youth languishing in a Mexican jail, but also desperate to avoid losing her virginity through being raped by these filthy cops.
Juan appeared to ignore her as he fiddled with a small piece of equipment he had brought out of his pocket. He held the device to her head. Lauren was initially confused to hear what sounded like an eerie echo of herself :
"P-l-e-a-s-e... don't do this to me.... i'll suck your cock if you let me go-oh!".
The fucker had just taped her! Lauren lamely shook her head in denial.
Juan laughed. "Oh dear, lee-tle Lauren. Attempting to bribe a police officer is a very serious crime. I think you understand that, don't you? If you want to see England again while you are still a young woman, you stay here for three days and get fucked by everyone in this building. Yes or no?"
Lauren realised her situation was desperate. There was no way she could spend decades in a Mexican prison. She felt a sudden wave of bravado. How hard could it be to lie back and have sex with these slimy assholes anyway?
"OK. I'll do it" she said. But she then added, for the sake of her pride: "You total bastard!"
Juan swiftly removed his belt, and for a second she thought he was going to fuck her there and then. But, instead, he brought the belt down with a sudden furious stroke on her bare back.
Lauren screamed. Juan moved to clasp his strong hand around the teen's mouth.
"You call any of us a 'bastard', you scream, you don't do exactly what we tell you to, and we will beat you. With a belt, with a stick, whatever. And we really don't want to hurt you, young lady, so if you keep on being bad, we will have to let you go ... to court, to jail. Do you understand?" He released his grip over her mouth.
"Yes." Lauren said in a quivering voice.
"Yes what?"
Lauren sighed. She was coming to realise that, for the next three days, she would not only have to have sex with these animals, but play along with their games, whatever these might be.
"Yes, Sir."
Juan seemed satisfied with this. He grinned obscenely. You seem to like it this way, no?" From what we saw earlier.... you like being controlled and made to fuck, don't you?"
Lauren said nothing, but felt a pang of arousal at this cruel reference to her humiliating orgasm during her earlier "strip search". The uncertainty surrounding her fate now lifted, she was becoming horribly aware again of how she was still obscenely draped, butt naked, over the table, and what a sight she must be presenting to the cruel man standing over her.
Juan continued: "You must have been fucked by lots of men before, yes?"
"No. I'm a virgin." Lauren wasn't quite sure why she said this. She couldn't possibly be hoping for mercy, could she?
"Oi!" exclaimed Juan. "So this will your first time being fucked by a real man's cock. How nice for you!" he added in a mocking tone. He paused and seemed to mull over, for a moment, this new information. It occurred to Lauren, with shame, that given how responsive she had been to her forced finger-fucking, perhaps the fact she was a virgin was a real surprise for him.
"I'll tell you what," he continued, "since this would be your first time, we won't rape you. No. That would be very hard on a young girl."
Juan paused, just long enough for a hope to rise in Lauren's tired and beffudled mind that she might make it through this ordeal largely intact, before delivering the punchline:
"Instead, I'll let you choose which one of the three of us you would like to fuck you first!" Juan laughed loudly. He then briefly disappeared from the room. A moment later, he returned with Ricardo and Pedro. Juan brought them both around to the head of the table, into Lauren's field of view. He put his arms around his grinning men's shoulders in a matey manner. "Well, whee-ch one of us is going to pop your cherry, Lauren? Whose cock do you want most of all in your pussy?"
The three men were leering happily at the naked teen on the table; all would, of course, get their turn. Lauren was completely bewildered by the absurdity of the situation. She now at least had some say in how she would lose her virginity. It was still rape, but the choice might, she dimly realised, allow her, in later times, rationalise what was about happen as being something else... God, was she really about to have some Mexican's cock in her vagina? They were all so ugly. Her mind was spinning. If only she could think straight about this crucial decision. Instead of, that is, desperately trying to prevent her horribly aroused loins from grinding against tabletop like the sick masochist that she was...
"Well?" demanded Juan.
Ricardo, Lauren quickly realised. She would choose Ricardo. His smaller frame wasn't too threatening, and she remembered that when he and Juan had met her on the beach, he had acted very sweetly, as if he genuinely had the hots for her. It had to be Ricardo. Short and blank faced as he was.
"Ricardo" she announced, staring blankly ahead, her voice low and steeped in the humiliation of effectively beckoning her rapist to come and take her virginity.
"Ey! Ricardo, dude! Felicidados!" exclaimed Juan. Juan and Pedro gave their colleague a thump on the back. Ricardo acknowledged the honour with an unexpressive nod, and immediately strode over to untie the dazed teenager from the table. He then sat her up, firmly grasped hold of her left wrist, and manoeuvred her off the table. As her bare feet touched the concrete floor, Lauren failed to suppress a tiny grunt of arousal. She was excited at the implacability and directness of Ricardo manner: she was, unmistakeably being, led off to her ravishment.
Ricardo seemed to want to drag her out of the room with him, but Juan called for him to pause.
"Pedro is going to bring your bed in here" he explained. Pedro, the lanky, grinning cop, loped off on his errand. Lauren stood in anticipation. She was still stark naked; Ricardo was still clutching her arm. She had a strong impression of being an object -- her vulnerable body a mere possession of these men. Juan reached down and picked up the belt.
"You can get started" he added, giving Lauren's thigh a light, if insulting, flick with the belt, "by sucking my dick. Sorry, Ricardo. If you get to go first in her pussy, I get a little time with her face first. Is fair, no?"
