Guzman’s gaze slid to the slender brown-haired girl with disapproval.
“Did I say you could shut your eyes?” he roared. “You open them and look at your girlfriend while she fucks you!” He took the cattle prod now and stabbed it just to the right of Bianca’s left breast. The jolt made Bianca seize up and then go completely slack. Her naked body lay lifeless on the bed, more like a discarded body than a living human being.
“Oh my god!” Stacey cried out. “Is she…?” She couldn’t say the word, but the beautiful blonde girl certainly thought it. Had this cruel monster just electrocuted her friend to death? Was Bianca really dead??
As if reading Stacey’s thoughts, Guzman turned toward her with a feral grin.
“Don’t worry, slut. Your brown-haired bitch friend just passed out. Couldn’t handle a little shock to her tits. Pathetic.” Saying this, Guzman idly prodded the brunette’s lifeless body and sent another shock through Bianca’s belly.
“AAAHHH!!!” Stacey squealed. “That hurts. Please no more!”
“What’s wrong, fuck-toy? Are you getting some of the shock through your friend’s body?”
Stacey nodded desperately. “Yes, Sir. Please stop! Please, Master.”
“You dare think you can tell me what to do, bitch?” Guzman roared. He thrust the cattle prod at Stacey’s breasts and sent her a maximum jolt. Stacey’s eyes bulged as the current slid through her body, through her breasts and belly and loins, jolting everywhere as her overstimulated brain had to shut down from the onslaught of every pain receptor. The girl passed out, sagging forward on top of her friend.
Two gorgeous, naked, and lifeless girls now lay on the mattress as stillness and silence reigned.
The drug lord grunted with a dark scowl of profound disappointment.
“Why are young American pussies always so fucking fragile?” He shook his head and snapped his fingers, summoning Matos and the others’ full attention.
“What do you want us to do, Boss?” Matos asked.
He pointed at the two unconscious captives. “Tie them up, wrists behind their backs, ankles bound tight, and gag them both. Then throw them in the back of the truck. We take them home with us. Have the sluts cleaned up when we get back. Tell Gomez and the others to join us tomorrow night for a rape party they won’t soon forget!”
Matos and his men nodded.
“You got it, Boss.”
Guzman turned over Stacey’s limp form. His finger traced her bottom lip as his other hand fondled her supple breasts, loving the softness of her smooth skin.
Pale moonlight shone on the girl’s naked torso, and in this surreal moment she looked calm, at peace. Guzman turned to look at Bianca, her ball-gagged mouth dripping saliva as she lay unconscious on the bed. ‘Such a beautiful sight,’ Guzman thought. ‘These two bitches are mine, and I’ll use them roughly and often.” His men sometimes talked about how he used his captured cunts like pairs of socks, wearing them again and again until they simply wore out. But Guzman couldn’t change his fundamental nature.
The cruelty and lust inside of him wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END…For Now