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He raped her viciously, pounding her hard so that her entire body jerked and shook. Having already spent himself, he was able to go longer, long enough that she started to experience her first orgasm. He continued the rape until she came, her entire body shuddering and convulsing delightfully....
xxx Little Tina stared up at Dr. Brandt with glazed eyes, as he paused to shut and lock the cabin door. The child was no longer bound or gagged, but so heavily drugged she was almost incapable of acting on her own.
He smiled at her. She was totally submissive now, his own little playtoy. He'd even changed her look a bit, letting her hair fall free. Gone were the clothes she'd come in, replaced by a light cotton short sleeve sun dress and white slippers.
The past two weeks had been sheer delight. He'd used every imaginable torture on the child to make her the way she was now. She'd become quite attached to him, and he to her. He would use her now, soliciting her as a living example of his handiwork.
Taking the child's hand, he led her to the car. It was a great day. A great day indeed.
The ofîce itself was for the most part tastefully decorated, in a third world sort of way. In its center stood a large varnished wood desk with a scarred red leather top, from behind which, the Comandante gazed impassively up at the angry, American woman. Against the far wall was a somewhat dilapidated couch covered in stained linen. A couple of rusting îling cabinets stood near the single window which looked out from two ïoors up onto a dusty courtyard. Several posters of local scenes and one large oil painting of poor quality depicting "El Presidente" graced the drab white walls.
"Captain Sanchez, perhaps Iåm not making myself clear," Jennifer land continued. "I am an American citiz...." The old rotary style telephone on the desk let out a clattering ring. The Comandante held up his hand, cutting Jennifer off in mid-syllable. "Sanchez," he answered in a clipped military fashion. He listened for several moments, nodding his head from time to time. "Si, bueno," he replied into the receiver. Raoul Sanchez was not a man to mince words. "Si, perfecto. Gracias," he said at last. An odd smile graced his poorly complected face as el Comandante leaned slowly forward to replace the telephone receiver into its cradle. He looked up at Jennifer Land once again, a completely neutral expression on his face.
Taking this as a cue that she might continue her verbal assault, Jennifer stood up straight, squared her shoulders, glared as menacingly as she knew how at the man behind the desk and said as calmly and succinctly as possible. "Captain Sanchez, I am an American citizen. I have been unjustly separated from my family and unduly detained. I wish îrst to speak with the consulate at our embassy. I expect immediately thereafter to be released from custody and reunited with my husband and daughter. I donåt know how I can make these demands any clearer, Captain Sanchez." Having said her piece, Jennifer waited for the manås reply and, she hoped, capitulation.
"Mrs. Land, please. Be patient with my ofîce. There is no need for harsh words or hard feelings," the Commandant said switching to surprisingly good English. "That was one of my most trusted lieutenants just now." He nodded toward the phone. "He assures me that your husband and young daughter are in good hands and in good health." Jennifer opened her mouth to respond, but again was cut off by his upraised hand. Sanchez had a certain power over women. "You must understand," he continued, "that we have, as a result of your own governmentås insistence, sought to increase the security at our airport. We have just recently received reports from your Drug Enforcement Agency that there is a new smuggling ring in the region who allegedly uses operatives disguised as touring American families to move their product. We cannot be too careful, now can we, Mrs. Land." Raising his eyebrows condescendingly, Sanchez folded his hands over his ample belly then leaned back in his big swivel chair, causing it to complain bitterly.
"Captain Sanchez, I sympathize with your situation, but I can assure you that my family and I are not the people you seek. Now, if you please, I would like to place a call to our embassy." Jennifer Land was not about to forgive and forget. Not only had she and her husband and teenage daughter been forcibly separated almost immediately after setting foot in this God forsaken shit hole of a country, but Jennifer had then been escorted into a small anteroom where she was strip searched by a none to gentle Latin woman of massive stature. Every opening and oriîce in her body had been systematically probed. Never in her thirty-two years had Jennifer been subjected to such indignities. She felt totally violated, and was therefor feeling quite vindictive.
"Very well, Mrs. Land," Captain Sanchez said in a conciliatory manner. "If that is the way it must be between us, then so be it. I will do as you ask." He leaned forward in his chair, picked up the telephone and dialed. Handing the receiver to Jennifer he said simply, "Your embassy." He sat back in his big chair looking beaten and chastened.
Sanchez watched Jennifer Land from behind his mask of contrition. "She is an attractive, young woman," he thought. Captain Sanchez had a "thing" for American women. He liked to deîle them, to make them grovel. They were all such haughty bitches who led their simpering males around by the testicles. Sanchez laughed inwardly. "I suspect Mr. Land is learning all about being led by the testicles right now at the hands of Sergeant Diaz."
Diaz, had a reputation for brutality and preferred the company of men, white men in particular. Diaz had been given the Land male as a reward for his part in the familyås abduction at the airport. Diaz had been told that he could keep Mr. Land for as long as it suited him after which he should either kill the man and dispose of the body or sell him to a mutual acquaintance who would see to it that Land was put to good use somewhere outside of their country.
Either way, the thought was amusing to Captain Raoul Sanchez as he sat listening to the idle threats and boasts the Land bitch was presently voicing over the phone to someone in her embassy. "I want him reprimanded formally!" Jennifer Land shouted into the receiver. "And I want thatÙ that female beast of a security guard at the airport arrested. She virtually raped me!"