Border Patrol 2

[RoBloch]

Border Patrol 2

The cells were dimly lit but I could see two of them were occupied. I was led to the third and shoved in. Bill said something like “Good Night Puta.”

In one cell, a nude woman was trying to sleep. In the other was a brown skinned woman that I could see had a very good figure even in the dim light. She said something in Spanish to which I replied in English, “Sorry, the only Spanish words I know are ‘Si’ and ‘Adios’”

The woman replied in a heavy accent, “They treated you like us?”

I replied that if she was arrested, molested, interrogated, strip searched and raped, I was treated like her. She replied something like, “I surprised. I did not think that happen to white women.”

I said that It shouldn’t happen to white women, just people in the country illegally, but did not have anything else to say. I probably said too much as it was.

I had little idea how long I’d been in the basement of the Border Patrol headquarters or what time it was. There being little light, a mattress and nothing else to do, I tried to sleep. From the time of the sex in my hotel in Cancun, through the airport, the stop by the Border Patrol, the strip search and the sex in the interrogation room, it had been a very long day. I was able to sleep long and soundly despite the awful circumstances.

Some amount of time later, another man came, turned on lights and shouted, “Wake up sluts, it’s time for a trip to the toilet and some food. Later today, after another slut has been given her entry search and work over, we begin to train you for the sale.”

I had no idea what he meant by “train you for the sale,” but did not like the sound of it. The food was clean, simple and wholesome I guess but not at all as tasty as I was used to.

I did not try to talk much to the two other prisoners. I assumed that they were illegal immigrants and deserved whatever their fate would be.

The shock came an hour later when they led in another naked woman with a very good figure. My God, it was the Syrian maid I had hired just before I left for Cancun. It was obvious that she had just come from the shower, presumably after being used as I had been by the arresting officers.

“Yasmin, why are you here?” I asked.

“Mrs. Johnson, someone told them about me, and I was arrested before I could reach my asylum hearing. They said in the room where they raped me that you had just been there and gotten much the same treatment, but I did not believe them. Now I see it is true. One of the men mentioned that they sell women after they get pre-sale training.”

“All of the women?”

“They did not say exactly,” Yazmin said, “but I presume so.”

I seriously suspected that the Patrol decided to go after Yazmin after they talked to my husband yesterday or whenever it was. Maybe the two Latinas and Yazmin should be sold somewhere, they would certainly make some men happy. But I was a proper business school graduate, born in Texas and married to a Texan, Goddammit.

I was further concerned about what Michael was up to. He could not have really thought it wasn’t me on the phone behind Chief Richards. Did he get my maid busted?

An hour later, Captain Smith and Bill came in with two guys, not in uniform but carrying whips, and electric prods like what I’d experienced in the interrogation room. One was a large body-guard type. The other was a medium height bald guy wearing glasses and a suit, maybe about 45.

“Carmen, Maya, Yazmin and her highness Mademoiselle Karen Delacroix, it is time for us to prepare you as to how to act at the auction and make a sales promotion video for each of you. The men participating in the video are on their way from another facility will be in shortly,” the guy in the suit said.

Yazmin grimaced and said, “Oh no, not sold again.” Carmen and Maya looked anxious and one of them started speaking to the Captain in Spanish as he just smiled and replied with some words in Spanish that Carmen and Maya did not seem to like. Maya started crying.

I was dumbfounded. The sarcasm about Mademoiselle was not welcome, but, more importantly, Delacroix was my maiden name. What the fuck was going on?

I said to the guy in the suit, “So, you know who I am?”

“Yeah, we now know who you are,” Captain Smith said, “and 12 hours out of the sun has sure lightened up your complexion.”

“What the hell is this Mademoiselle shit?”

The guy in the suit replied, “I think it a good stage name, at least for the auction stage. What the buyer calls you is his right.”

“Well, I demand that you get me out of here. I won’t say anything about what you are doing with these other women, but I am an American citizen.”

Captain Smith nodded to Bill who then gave me an electro-shock on my butt and said, “Ok Bill, take her back to the interrogation room, this bitch definitely needs to get the lecture from the Chief.”

I was led back to the interrogation room, forced on my back onto the same table on which I’d been assaulted before and trussed up so my legs were bent at the knee and my thighs spread to expose my pussy as much as possible. A short time later, Chief Richards appeared.

“I am told that you need to receive an explanation of what is going on here as did a few other women who were confused by the process,” Chief Richards started. “It is very important for us and for you that you understand fully what you need to do and the attitude that you need to approach the sale and the rest of your life.”

The Chief moved to my side and began to play with my nipples and squeeze my breasts while Captain Smith took an electric prod and held it directly on my clitoris. I inhaled sharply.

“First Karen, I am going to give you news you don’t walk to hear. If you cuss or start to bitch me out, the Captain here will administer a shock that you will remember the rest of your life. I know you don’t want that. Try to listen carefully and dispassionately, as if you were listening to news about the three women left waiting for training when the Captain decided that you needed a special lecture.

“First, we can divide the people we and ICE arrest into two broad categories; people we later release and people we deport. You are in the second category.”

I would have screamed and cussed but I felt Bill get ready to buzz my clit and forced myself to smile and say, “how interesting.”

“Of the people we deport,” Chief Richards went on, “there are those who have committed serious crimes or are in gangs. We’re proud to talk about those deportations.

“There are also those who are merely in the country illegally and are just trying to survive. We talk about those deportations less, but it can’t be the law that one can stay in the country just because you got in here somehow.

“Then there are those foreigners that are here legally that we pick up accidentally, but the ACLU and the other goddamn liberals miss and don’t speak up for. Gee, so we make a few mistakes, and it is good to be rid of those foreigners from shithole countries anyway.

“Then there are people, who might even be citizens, that we arrest accidently or sort of accidentally that no one saw be arrested and that some person or persons in power would like to see permanently out of the USA. We never report these people as deported at all. No, they just get added to the many thousands of missing people who get lost in this country that are never found. Some of these people are very attractive women who someone wants out of the picture permanently. It’s kind of hard to release a missing woman that we have search and interrogated thoroughly anyway, as you might imagine. They can’t be trusted to be silent and we’ve already had a number of agents arrested for rape or assault by state authorities in the goddamn blue states.

“These attractive women have the nice feature that they can be sold to investors who will promise that these women will never, ever return to the United States. There are a variety of such investors. They all intend to utilize these attractive women in ways that justify having paid for them. I think you know how investors generally are able to profit from controlling attractive women. There’s sex and lately a lot of guys even pay to have breeding slaves have babies that the men won’t have to acknowledge or support.

“Exactly how much these investors invest and where the women find themselves has a lot to do with how well the women cooperate in the whole process. Women who have to be treated like insane criminals biting and trying to escape are not worth much and go to investors who think they can profit from selling such a product. I am afraid those investors are not very nice people and I know those women don’t live long.

“So, with that in mind, I strongly recommend that you pay attention carefully to your training and do everything that the people who are trying to make you more valuable say to do.

“And just to help those trainers out a little in advance, the Captain and I are going to release your legs so you can move in response to the action that I and then Captain Smith are going to give you. Hell, if you can show some enthusiasm while an old ugly guy like me fucks you, you can probably do the same with other old guys with enough money to buy high class ass.”

Captain Smith released my legs. I got the Chief’s point and I saw no point in struggling anyway. I met the thrusts of both the Chief and the Captain showing as much cooperation as possible. I even enjoyed the Chief a bit and had an orgasm as the Captain again sprayed my womb with his seed.

I now knew I was fucked beyond a shadow of a doubt.

A lecture, two fucks and a shower took much less than an hour and I was back with Carmen, Maya and Yazmin for training. We were led to a larger room equipped with four single beds spaced as far apart in the room as possible.

In the meantime, twelve guys who looked like they were gang members and other real criminals appeared with a number of guards equipped with guns and nightsticks. I don’t think there was a square foot of skin without tattoos on any of the prisoners. Their haircuts were also savage. Looking at those guys, I was happy that Bill, Captain Smith and the ICE guys there to give us the training had plenty of guns and clubs.

The guy in the suit began by speaking in Spanish to Carmen and Maya. I did not understand what he said but there was an animated discussion which ended with distressed nods of submission by the women to something with which they clearly did not agree.

The guy spoke in English to Yazmin and me.

“We’ve not been introduced, but you can call me Victor. I know who both of you are and I want us to work together for things to work out as well as possible for all of us.

“You sluts are going to be sold in three days to the highest bidder.”

Yazmin interrupted to say, “Oh God, not again.”

“Yeah, I know,” Victor said, “You got sold once by Assad’s soldiers but somehow escaped the brothel in Beirut. You should have gone back to Syria after Assad got kicked out instead of trying to get asylum here.”

“But the new guys are fundamentalist Sunnis and I’m not even Muslim.”

“Well, tough shit, here you are. And, to get back to what I was saying, you are going to be sold in three days to the highest bidder. There may be about a dozen or so bidders trying to decide what to bid. I can tell you that they won’t be interested in your skills as business students or housekeepers or how good you are at lying on the beach in a string bikini. They are looking at three things: your looks, how much trouble you will be to keep, and how good you fuck.

“You’re all beautiful babes but if the buyers think you are crazy bitches who will have to be chained every waking moment and not be friendly during sex, you are going to get bought by some guy who doesn’t pay much and expects to chain you to a bed in some hole for you to be fucked twenty-five times a day by guys who have 20 bucks until you die of something or other, probably in less than a year.

“On the other hand, if it looks like you will be a lovely, skillful, cooperative, sex slave, who recognizes the reality of the situation and does everything she can to please customers, you might go to a pretty comfortable establishment where you will entertain nice men, eat nice food and maybe even get to go outdoors on picnics, walks and other happy stuff between fucks. You might live a normal lifespan if the establishment decides to be nice and reward you for making it a ton of cash. In a couple decades, you might even be set free.

“So, with all that in mind, I am going to give you sluts a few commands to get you used to following instructions without question.”

He said something in Spanish to Carmen. I don’t know exactly what he said but her eyes opened wide and her face was filled with fear, but she came forward and placed her breasts directly in Victor’s outstretched hands. He proceeded to pinch her nipples horribly while she held her breath and hardly made a sound.

He said something in Spanish looking at Carmen and Maya and said in English looking at Yazmin and me, “Carmen did pretty good but in the future, no hesitation will be tolerated. Also, smiling while you present your tits for abuse gets extra points.

“Now, Mademoiselle Delacroix, step forward so that I can use these fabulous little electro-shocking devices on your beautiful titties before giving a special slut a special assignment.”

I think I actually managed to smile as I walked up to Victor. As promised, he gave me an electroshock on each of my nipples, starting with the left nipple to which he gave a quick jolt that surprised me. I barely stopped myself from letting out a scream.

The shock on the right nipple was more prolonged and seemed like eternity although I am sure it was only a few seconds. I could not maintain my smile but kept from making a noise by gritting my teeth.

“Pretty good, especially for a rich Texas housebitch, or should I say, former rich Texas housebitch. But now, I think you need to learn a bit more humility by making a demonstration before an audience.”

Victor pointed to one of the guards and said, “Mind officer if I borrow your nightstick?”

After getting the nightstick, Victor pulled a condom out of his pocket, opened it and pulled it over the end of the weapon. He said, “Delacroix, now be a good girl and show all the nice men her how to masturbate with this thing that I’ve rendered safe to put in your cunt.”

I swallowed hard particularly as I again caught eye of several of those damn video cameras filming every move I made. Again, suppressing the urge to scream “you motherfucker” at Victor, I smiled as though masturbating with an object that made for a larger than average dildo in front of about 25 men was something I often did for fun.

I began to rub the nightstick between my thighs and around my lower lips. I realized that I was somehow as wet as one could be. I gently forced the nightstick up my pussy as I was sure Victor wanted, while rubbing my clitoris with the hand that wasn’t slowly bringing the nightstick in and out.

How quickly and forcefully I came took me by surprise and I almost fell on my knees. The men burst into a sarcastic applause. I could have died.

“I think she’s got it,” Victor said.

Victor went on, “Now sluts, each of you should go to one of the beds in the room. We have recruited all these gentlemen, really violent thugs, to fuck you. They have all been told truthfully that they will soon be shipped to a brutal prison in Central America to stay for who knows how long. They have been told that this might be the last time they ever have sex with a woman.

Each of you are to be shared by three of these guys for two hours while we make a video that will be shown to bidders to show them how well you can perform under strenuous conditions.”

None of the four of us could smile about this plan.

“However, before any of you sluts piss yourselves, I have some comforting news. All of these thugs have been told that if they damage you physically, they won’t survive six months in prison. So, you get them while they are horny and needy as hell but on their best behavior. The ICE guards, the Border Patrol and me and my friends from the auction house will all be watching carefully to make sure that the filming is going well and none of the merchandise is being injured.

“Further, while the guys won’t be using condoms, they have been tested for every known STD very carefully. They have all been showered carefully. Also, because we don’t know if you are all ready for heavy anal sex, we won’t be doing that today. If your buyer wants your asshole ripped up, that is their decision.”

None of this seemed very comforting to the four of us but we did not see any choice.

I smiled as much as I could and decided to try to get away with blow jobs as much as possible. Many guys are obsessed with blow jobs and they are a lot easier on the girl’s body than regular sex. To the extent I had to put my pussy out, I’d try to be on top as much as possible. The lightest of the big thugs looked to be about 70 pounds heavier than me.

The three guys assigned to me all looked like they could toss me across the room with one arm. After they dropped their trousers, I really felt the weight of the assignment. These fuckers were huge everywhere.

Still, with a giggle and a big smile, I took the biggest of the three guys assigned to me by the hand and led him to the bed closest to me. I began to lick his dick like it was the best treat in the universe, gently work on his balls and stroke his cock. That went ok for a while until another of the guys lifted my legs, parted them and drove his cock into my pussy. Fortunately, I was still wet enough that he went in easily and the spit-roosting could begin in earnest.

Two orgasms came fairly quickly, and I swallowed all I could with a smile.

I did the third guy reverse cowgirl style even though starring into the camera and knowing someone would soon be watching my boobs bounce up and down was initially unnerving. But I smiled for the camera and worked my pussy so as to hit all the right spots.

One of the advantages of being on top is that one can reach down with your hands and work on your clit if you want but I did not do that. Instead, after a few minutes or so of my breasts bouncing wildly, I decided to hold my breasts and gently manipulate my nipples while looking straight into the camera and showing all of my lusts and pleasure to be seen by all the potential buyers and whoever else was going to see the video.

I could hardly believe what I was doing myself. In retrospect I can see that I acted like a complete slut for the camera was not only a wise move if I wanted to be a comfortable slave, but also because of a urge rising from my soul. I had to act like a slut to survive but something had gone off in my mind that eliminated any inhibitions I had left. The terrorists had won. I was a completely wanton slut.

After a few minutes, I closed my eyes to focus on the cock I was using to hit all my inner spots and my tits that seemed to be hot wired to my clitoris and g-spot. A few minutes later, I had a massive orgasm that seemed to cause all sorts of delightful butterflies to flicker about my pussy and move up my belly while the six-foot six guy fired sperm from his huge cock into me.

I know I said “Oh my God” as I came, blushed and soon began gasping for breath and slowly becoming still.

The break in the action did not last long. Soon I was on top of another of the guys, this time facing forward. I did not look at the guy’s face, though, but instead focused again on my own satisfaction and the cameras.

After an hour of such activity, Victor said we could all take a five-minute break. Each of the three guys had come in my pussy or my mouth three times.

I somehow felt satisfied, proud and utterly defeated. I was flat on the bed with semen on my face, in my stomach, in my pussy and flowing down toward the bed with two or three cameras recording every drop of jism and every ounce of my defeat and humiliation.

Victor had a discussion with Bill and Doug who had come into the room. Victor walked over to me. “Doug says he took you up the ass yesterday and you took it like a seasoned anal whore. I think we will make an exception to the no anal sex rule for you and do a triple penetration of you, Madam Delacroix. But first, all you fuckers, male and female, have to rinse off. You’re disgusting.”

After the quickest of showers, Victor explained the exception to the three guys and soon I was impaling my pussy on the prick of the guy with the biggest cock who was on his back on the bed. I bent forward with my breasts hanging into the guy’s face while another of the guys applied lubricant to my asshole, put on a condom and slid his cock up my ass.

I looked stressed on the video for a moment I am sure, but I tried to act as though double penetration was fine with me although I’d never done it before. Soon I did not have to pretend to smile as the third guy moved my head and stuck his cock in my mouth. I felt like the center of a universe of sex and degeneracy as the two guys below pounded away as I attempted to lick the cock in my mouth properly.

I felt overwhelmed. I was an object to be used, like the earth to be plowed and planted. So full. There were hands all over my body and it felt amazing although the guys were not in sync and the cock in my mouth was sort of a distraction. After the guy came in my mouth and the guy in my vagina somehow started working with the guy us my ass, I began cumming multiple times. It seemed like I was pure receptivity without any will or power. The circuits were so overloaded I felt everything and thought nothing.

There was still a bit more sex after the triple penetration. I had two more orgasms.

After the end of the two hours, I was again alone on my back on the now disgusting bed. Let’s see, I thought, over the last four hours I had had five cocks and one nightstick in me, three of the cocks had cum in me four or five times. It seemed like I’d had about a dozen orgasms, but who’s counting?

I tried to just tune out and rest, feeling like a piece of beaten meat, looking like a mess on video and trying to decide if that was the worst four hours of my life or among the best.

My mind coming back to me, I thought, maybe I should try to convince whoever bought me to use me for quality instead of quantity of sex. I would just die if I had that much sex every day. But no, I should not even hope to have any control over anything anymore except maybe my own thoughts.

The prisoners were marched off to their fates by the ICE guys. Carmen, Maya, Yazmin and I laid like battlefield casualties on the smelly beds for some time before Doug, Bill and another guy had us rehydrate, shower again, and eat before ushering us back to our cells.

They said they’d let us rest for a while before beautifying us and we were sold. Getting to my cell, I quickly fell asleep.

[lovethissite]

Good chapter I hope you continue. The auction should be interesting I wonder if the 2 english speaking women will stay in the US as sex slaves for one of the former party guests that admired and now owns both.

[RegressedNegress]

Another good chapter! My thanks to the author.

[Skylar21]

I wonder how far ICE has moved in this direction. How many innocent migrants have been swept up? Seems that many have been "disappeared."

[RoBloch]

good questions