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From somewhere deep down, Jennifer was able to summon enough courage given her situation to say to the evil man, "Please, Captain Sanchez," Jennifer shuddered. "Do what you will with me, but please, I beg you. Donåt harm my daughter. Please donåt hurt Emily."
For a long time, Sanchez didnåt answer, but continued to move his înger slowly in and out of Jennifer, while he watched the play of emotions on her face. When at last he did speak, his comment took Jennifer completely by surprise. "Tell me. How long has it been since youåve had a real man, the kind of man who can make you feel truly like a woman, Mrs. Land?"
Jennifer stared in shock, unable to reply. She was very close to swooning. Again a shudder passed through her body as she felt the wicked captainås înger move inside of her. "From the feel of you, I would say itås been awhile. You are very tight, Mrs. Land." Sanchez grinned as he saw the blood rise in his victimås face. Jenniferås mouth opened and closed a few times as if she were trying to speak, but words escaped her. Sanchez continued, "I am going to do you a service, Mrs. Land. I am going to introduce you to one of my associates." Jennifer looked down at him dumbly. Smiling, Sanchez said, "His name is Lieutenant Pablo Mayan. You and Lieutenant Mayan are going to become very good friends, Mrs. Land. Believe me when I tell you. Lieutenant Mayan will help you to fulîll your every fantasy, your wildest dreams. Lieutenant Mayan will complete you, Mrs. Land, like your simpering husband never could." He pushed his înger deeper into Jennifer.
"NnnnnÙ." Jennifer groaned. Her knees shook. She was almost grateful when unexpectedly, Captain Sanchez pushed her back against his desk. Sanchez followed her, his hand between her thighs, his înger still in her vagina, as Jenniferås bottom made contact with the cold wooden edge of the desk.
"Mrs. Land," Sanchez said, his voice tuning cold and threatening once more. "Look at me, Mrs. Land." Reluctantly Jennifer raised her eyes to his. Sanchez continued in an almost instructional tone, "Noå is not a word that is spoken often in this ofîce, Mrs. Land. I donåt wish to hear it again from you."
Just then something snapped inside of Jennifer. Suddenly she clamped her legs together. Glaring at Captain Sanchez, she grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand from between her legs. Jennifer suddenly felt powerful. She would beat this man; no, this beast who was attempting to deîle her. She was an American citizen, after all, and a woman. In her mind she saw Sanchez as a trumped up, third world hoodlum. He was beneath her. "She would have her revenge!" Jennifer thought to herself as she saw the wicked manås face register an expression of surprise.
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Jenniferås little daydream came to a crashing close when Sanchezås palm made contact with her cheek. A bright light ïashed in her mind just before she was back-handed on her other cheek. Jennifer felt a tooth loosen in her lower jaw when Sanchez slapped her a third time, this time sending her off the desk into a heap on the ïoor at his feet. Before Jennifer could even think about reacting, the big man leaned down, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to her feet. Jennifer cowered when she saw him raise his hand to strike her again.
The big man stood over her for several long moments before înally lowering his hand. At last he spoke. "That was a mistake, Mrs. Land. I have just demonstrated one way in which mistakes are dealt with. There are others, Mrs. Land." He remained silent for a minute, allowing the full meaning of his words to sink in. Then as if someone had thrown a switch in him, Sanchez squared his shoulders, and in a calm voice said, "Now that we understand each other, I would like for you to please stand up straight and spread your legs for me."
"Whaa?" Jennifer said with a sob as she stared in utter disbelief at her captor. "I believe you heard me, Mrs. Land. Now do as I say," he commanded, raising his hand. Unable to believe her own ears, Jennifer sobbed again as she hugged her shoulders. Then, as she once again recognized the hopelessness of her situation, Jennifer Land hung her head and spread her feet apart as she stood before Captain Raoul Sanchez in his dingy ofîce. Thus with horror, Jenniferås view was unobstructed as she watched the wicked captain return his hand between her legs. Jennifer trembled noticeably and gasped when she felt him enter her once again.