She had been in the country no more than 14 hours.. Yet her native Mexico appeared further away than ever before as her 'American life' had now started..
It was nearly noon and Sofia was laying in the middle of the hard wood floor, her body exhausted and drenched in sweat from the straight hour of masturbating.
Charles looked down at her from his DJ Booth, her beautiful dark skin shone and her hair was a mess from writhing around on the floor.
He smiled as he realized he had hit the jackpot, this girl appeared not only obedient, but very much incapable of resisting the pleasure deriving from his nasty treatment.
She was completely under his control, and the thoughts of what to do with her made his dick twitch and a wicked smile form on his face...
It was a Saturday afternoon and he knew his parents would be having their weekly lunch with friends down-town. He stepped out of the booth walking towards the door, motioning his fucktoy to follow him.
In a daze Sofia struggled to get up and follow him. She noticed a small puddle of sweat on the floor where she had been. Masturbating was something she was not used too and the last hour had left her in a confused state, her pussy drenched but her head full of conflicting emotions...
She followed him into the large kitchen where he sat down, ordering her to make him some eggs.
As she struggled with the pots and pans, looking for the necessary ingredients, he grabbed a small tablet computer.
Sofia sighed a sigh of relief as she finally found the eggs and as they sizzled in the hot pan she could hear him talking to his computer.
'Yeah bro, she's hot and willing! I tell you she's such a little cumslut...'
Sofia blushed as she heard him describe last night's action and what occurred this very morning.
What she didn't know was that Charles was using his webcam, showing his friend his new fucktoy's naked behind as she obediently cooked his lunch.
'Come over this afternoon and you can try her out!' Charles enthusiastically told his friend as Sofia dished out his eggs in front of him.
The evil boy put down the tablet, grabbing a remote to turn on a soft R&B song.
'Dance for me while I eat'...
Sofia sighed, got up and softly started to sway her hips to the music.
Later that afternoon...
Sofia opened her eyes as she snuggled into the sheets, Charles had allowed her to sleep for a while and now she awoke to the sound of the alarm clock on the nightstand.
On a chair facing the bed was the outfit he had picked for her to wear today. She remembered his orders and jumped in the on-suit shower to wash her sticky body.
Hot water washed over her body as she contemplated her current situation. Her mind struggled to make sense of it all, a day ago she had been a proper, well behaved, catholic girl. Yet now she felt very different, she felt like a wanton whore as her body ached from all the perverted actions she had been forced to perform. The fact that she was unable to resist her own pleasure when he 'used' her worried her to a large extend, and his stream of degrading insults had left a clear impression on her.
She knew she couldn't disobey him, or run away, but yet she couldn't help wondering what more he had in store for her. And more and more she felt obeying him was the natural state of being; he was the dominant and she obviously was his submissive to do with as he pleased.
Sofia opened her eyes and realized she was rubbing herself, her tight pussy dripping with her juices.
Charles smiled as he watched the livefeed from her bathroom, the confusion was easily read on her face and it was clear her body and mind were giving her mixed signals. He watched her towel off and move into her bedroom, he was sure his friends were going to be impressed.
15 Minutes has passed when she walked into his living room, he smiled as he appraised her body in her new revealing outfit.
She was wearing a short black skirt, high stiletto heels and a tight purple top with the word 'puta' written along the front in glitter.
Her hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, her makeup dark and sultry; she was sure she looked like the stereo-typical Mexican whore from the movies.
'Not bad' he said as he pointed to the large black coffee-table in the center of the room, a shiny brass pole in the middle of it. Sofia struggled to get up the low table in her extremely uncomfortable heels. Charles pressed a button on a remote and a heavy low bass drum filled the room as she slowly started to gyrate her butt to the music.
As soon as the lyrics kicked in she realized the song was in Spanish, telling the tale of a slut girl who could not control her urges, her eyes closed as the words sunk in and her body beautifully swayed to the loud music.
She was instantly awoken from her trance as the large double door swung open, the door hitting the wall with a loud bang. In the doorway stood three young men, each of Charles' age, and apparently they subscribed to the same clothing style. The tallest was wearing a basketball jersey over an oversized white t-shirt, his pants low over his shoes. The other two wore expensive looking but very much oversized t-shirts with the same style baggy pants.
When Sofia had first seen Charles she had thought him the palest person on the globe, but as she looked at these three boys he was rather like a bronzed god.