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Ivy League Sluts
by HarryBerg (HarryBerg01 (at) aol (dot) com)


Chapter 64 Pool Deck Rug Munch

Portia slipped the special tool from her manicure kit into the tiny slot of the Croft and Adams dildo and gave it a twist. At the sound of the click followed by the hiss of escaping inert gas, she glanced over at a sleeping Lou. He didn’t move.
He’d passed out on the bed as soon as they reached their cabin. Playing the role of a good whore, Portia had removed his shoes and clothes. At the moment, he was lying naked with one hand cupping his balls while his snores filled the oversized space.
Portia had managed to get her bag of sex toys through the Cardozo brother’s security without a problem. Security had taken one look inside the bag of lubricant and body fluid coated strapons, smiled at Portia and quickly handed it back.
Weeks ago, Mike called a meeting of the Posse and its whore auxiliaries to inform everyone Cardozo’s security was extremely tight. They would have to pass through metal detectors and the luggage would be searched then passed through some very sophisticated bomb detection sensors. There would even be a bomb-sensing dog running around sniffing their luggage. That was the first time Portia had ever met any of the Posse other than Mike and Lou.
“I got an email from Enrique Camarado, the head of security for the Cardozos, no guns or knives,” said Mike at their final meeting. “No weapons of any kind are allowed on board.”
“Hey, I don’t go anywhere without my piece,” said Bobby patting the nine millimeter semi-automatic under his jacket.
“You have to leave it on the plane,” said Mike.
“How about I keep mine in my suitcase,” asked Lou?
“Absolutely no weapons allowed. This is not something to fuck around with. You could queer the whole deal,” said Mike.
“How about drugs,” asked Chloe?
“There will be plenty of drugs on the boat. Leave the blow on the plane too,” said Mike.
“Are we going to be strip searched,” asked Wynona laughing?
“Possibly, these guys are professionals. The British SAS trained Enrique and his staff so don’t do anything stupid like stuff your cunt full of coke,” said Mike.
“What’s the matter, Wynona, hoping some hot Latino sticks his hand up your snatch,” asked Brad laughing?
“I was hoping he would stick something else up there,” said Wynona spreading her legs wide and rubbing her hand over her panty covered crotch.
“I have never had a cavity search. Have any of you?” asked Katyln.
“When Mark took me to meet his dad for his birthday conjugal visit, a prison matron at Bridgewater searched my cavities. She seemed to enjoy her work,” said Stacy. “The surprise was a male guard watched the whole thing.”
“My holes were searched at Trenton juvie. The police picked me for a curfew violation. After this sixty-year-old matron stuck her hands in my box, she offered to let me ago if I met her later for lesbian sex. Since I was trying to get a scholarship to a good college, I happily agreed. It’s still the oldest rug I ever munched,” said Portia.
“Essex County Jail, three, no four times,” said Chloe. “They were very mean to me and a group of the male guards watched the whole thing. They even took pictures.”
“That’s why they’re being sued. Dumb shits searched a judge’s wife for a minor traffic violation. It was all over the Globe,” said Zack.
“My first and not last was in the Los Angeles Center for Juvenile Offenders, I was only fourteen and scared shitless,” said Wynona. “The matron was a real sadist too. She reached in so far I thought her hand was coming out my mouth.”
“You girls have had so many life expanding experiences,” said Katyln.
“I brought some latex gloves. After we’re on the yacht, Katyln, I’ll show you how its done,” said Portia. “We girls can have a fist fucking session.”
“In Kiev, all the lesbians love the fist. I’m used to it,” said Veronika.
“Before you sluts get undressed and start sticking your hands in each other’s cunt, I have a few more things to discuss,” said Mike icily.
Stacy could tell from his demeanor the trip was very important to him. She had long ago realized he was ambitious and the prospect of advancing from a local corrupt official to a national one had him both excited and worried.
Portia had to admit the search had been as thorough as Mike predicted. Katyln seemed almost disappointed at the lack of cavity searches. As soon as they got off the helicopter, they had to pass through a metal detector. The black shirted security personnel carefully searched the luggage. Other guards methodically patted everyone down. A bomb-sniffing dog had taken one whiff of Portia’s bag of dildos then moved on to the next piece of luggage.
On the flight down, Lou had overdone the scotch and cocaine. He collapsed across the bed as soon as they reached their cabin. While Lou slept Portia removed the powerful Semtex explosives from the core of each strapon dildo along with the detonator. It was something she had practiced multiple times. The silver dildo contained a disassembled all ceramic nine millimeter pistol and a full magazine of bullets. It’s ceramic composition made it undetectable to the metal sensors.
Portia quickly assembled the bomb then the pistol. She planned to slip the piston to Stacy at the first opportunity. Making sure the bomb was not armed she pressed the remote detonator to test the signal. The red light flickered off and the green one on. An LCD counter slowly counted down from ten. Test successful, Portia placed both bomb and gun in the false bottom of her suitcase.
“Time to wake up, Lou,” said Portia gently patting the side of his face.
“Let me sleep, Maureen. I’m beat,” said Lou turning over.
“Lou, this is Portia your mistress for the weekend not Maureen your wife. It’s better you keep us straight.”
“Suck my dick, Maureen. You suck it so good. Remember how you used to get me off when were at Revere High,” said Lou reaching into his boxers to retrieve his cock.
“Lou, you need to get up and shower. According to the agenda Esteban prepared, you are supposed to be in a business meeting in the main salon in thirty minutes. I am scheduled to join the other ladies on the pool deck.
“Suck my cock, Maureen, please baby,” said Lou who had begun stroking his cock. “I’m already hard.”
“Will you get up and get dressed if I blow you,” asked Portia noting that Lou’s cock had achieved a degree of erection and he might be easier to deal with if she serviced him orally.
“Yes, I promise. And stick one of those rubber dicks in my ass while you suck me off,” said Lou.
“I love you, baby,” cooed a closed eyed Lou his hand resting on the top of Portia’s head. “You do that so good, Maureen. Nobody sucks my cock better than you.”
“I’m Portia, your fuck toy, Lou. Just relax and enjoy your blowjob,” said Portia windshield wiping her tongue across his balls as her hand stroked his saliva-lubricated shaft. Portia maintained her efforts while reaching for a nearby bottle of lubricant. One handedly, she flipped open the plastic cap with her thumbnail then rotated the bottle to squeeze some of its slippery content into the palm of her hand.
What an accomplished whore I’ve become thought Portia propping the dildo against her thigh then covering the head with the lubricant.
“Oh fuck,” moaned Lou when Portia stuck two lubricant coated fingers in his ass and felt his prostate. Given that Lou’s butthole had already been well fucked on the flight down, it was no problem to loosen his sphincter.
While keeping up a steady rhythm with her mouth and free hand, she positioned the head of the dildo at the center of Lou’s hair ringed sphincter and began to slowly push forward.
“Ooh, that feels good. I love having my ass fucked while you suck me, Maureen,” said Lou exhaling as he raised his legs slightly to better accommodate the now-hollow cylinder that had passed his sphincter and entered his rectum.
A good whore can multi-task thought Portia as she pushed the dildo into Lou’s butthole until the faux balls reached his butt.
“Oh God, that feels good, Maureen. Fuck me long and hard while your suck my dick, you fucking whore,” said Lou still keeping his eyes shut.
“All right, baby, let’s pack your shit,” said Portia drawing the dildo back to where it almost exited his anus then pushing it in as far as it would got. Portia established a rhythm coordinating the dildo with the blowjob.
“Going to blow,” announced Lou after five minutes.
“Give it to me,’ said Portia focusing her attention on Lou’s piss slit. Lou twisted from side to side as he squirted semen in Portia’s mouth.
“That was fabulous,” said Portia tilting her head back to savor the salty flavor of Lou’s semen. She used her tongue to coat the inside of her mouth before swallowing the remainder.
“Got any more baby juice,” asked Portia as she slipped the dildo back into Lou’s ass. A single drop of semen appeared at the tip of his cock. Portia used the very tip of her tongue to delicately scoop off the last drop.
“You’re the best, Portia,” said Lou finally opening his eyes.
“Better than Maureen?”
“No comparison, she only does it if she wants something,” said Lou. “Last time I blew my load down her throat, she got the couch re-upholstered.”
“I suppose that’s why I’m on one of the world’s largest yachts with you and she’s in Cambridge watching soap operas,” said Portia.
“Yeah, life’s funny, my head’s killing me. Can you get me some aspirin and a cold rag,” said Lou.
Continuing to play the role of dutiful whore, she started the coffee pot then went to the bathroom, and prepared cold and warm washrags.
“Here,” said Portia handing Lou two aspirin and a glass of water. “Rest a moment.” Portia took the glass as Lou fell back on the bed. She gently placed the cold rag on Lou’s face then cleaned his cock with the warm rag.
Twenty minutes later, she managed to push a showered and fully dressed Lou with his hair combed and two cups of strong coffee in his belly out the cabin door.
Christ is that what marriage is like wondered Portia as she stripped off her clothes and hopped in the shower. It’s hard to believe Mike has left his wife and wants Stacy to marry him. Too bad he’s a drug dealing murderous cop because other than that she’s crazy about him and the thing hanging between his legs. If he doesn’t survive the weekend, the question of marriage is moot. There’s also a good chance none of us will live through this.
Portia dried quickly then stepped into the bottom of the bathing suit Stacy had helped her pick out. It’s a good color for me decided Portia looking in the mirror as she slipped the top over her breasts.
I look pretty damn good for a tattooed and pierced Goth girl who’s fucked more men and women than she can remember thought Portia turning side to side as she looked in the mirror.

***

“You are very lovely, Stacia,” said Carina lightly touching Stacy’s breast. The two were seated on the edge of the pool.
“Thank you and you are even more beautiful,” said Stacy before embracing Carina for a kiss. “You are the most beautiful women I have ever met.”
“Where are the men,” asked a late arriving Portia looking over the all girl complement lounging topless around the pool deck?
“They’re all in n a meeting,” said Wynona her arm around a pretty Latina who was the wife of one of the aides to Esteban.
“I am Maria. Can I get you something to drink?” said a dark haired beauty stepping forward to greet Portia who quickly realized that all of the Posse women were paired with a female from the Inca Dream. Maria took Portia by the arm and guided her to a small self-service bar.
“Yes, wine would be nice,” said Portia reaching back to untie her top then allowing it to fall.
“These are so pretty,” said Maria touching the metal rings in Portia’s nipples as she handed her a glass of wine.
“So with the men in their meeting, we girls are free to enjoy one another,” said Portia leaning forward to kiss Maria.
In spite of the fact Stacy and the others had participated in a non-stop orgy on the flight to Miami, the six women roused themselves to have sex with the ladies of the Inca Dream. Stacy and Portia attributed the continued sexual activity as the result of the aphrodisiac contained in the lubricant.
Stacy found Carina far more alluring in person than in the picture Sir Charles had shown her. Two years ago in Buenos Aires she had been crowned Miss Universe.
“Let’s put the loungers in a circle with a mat in the middle. We’ll take turns performing. Each girl chooses a partner to have sex with while the rest of us watch and jerk off,” said Katyln demonstrating her gift for organizing group activities.
“I brought my bag of toys in case we need to accessorize,” said Portia pulling a large double-ended dildo out of the bag.
“Let’s go first,” said Carina?
“Most definitely,” said Stacy taking the double dildo from Portia.
Five minutes later, the girls had arranged five double loungers in a circle around a mat. Two girls occupied each lounger. Stacy and Carina sat facing each other with the eighteen-inch double dildo lying between them.
“You two see if you can get your donuts together,” said Katyln lying back on her lounger as pretty young femme named Rosario performed cunnilingus on her.
“Put my end in me and I’ll do you,” said Stacy separating her labia to open her vagina to Carina. Carina covered the dildo head with lubricant provided by Portia then positioned it at Stacy’s entrance. She leaned forward and the two kissed as Carina forced the dildo inside Stacy. Moments later Stacy had done the same for Carina.
“Now slide together until you’re touching clits,” directed Katyln her hands burred in Rosario curls as she pressed the girl’s face against her sex.
“You like these,” asked Portia holding up a string of anal love beads for Maria.
“Oh yes,” replied Maria.
“Tell me when you start to cum and I’ll pull them out slowly to make it last,” said Portia when she finished inserting each of the eight golf ball sized spheres in Maria’s rectum. Portia teased Maria’s sphincter by repeatedly inserting then pulling out the last of the eight.
“They feel so good,” said Maria tightening her muscles to heighten the sensation of having her rectum filled.
“Got anymore of those, Portia” asked Wynona?
“Here, take what you need and pass it on,” said Portia handing Wynona the bag.
“What did you do? Buy out the place,” said Wynona looking in the bag.
“Just a selected few of the toys Stacy and I acquired since we’ve been roommates,” said Portia. “Girl sex takes accessories.”
“This looks interesting. What is it,” asked Wynona pulling a large butt plug attached to a squeeze bulb by rubber tubing?
“That’s an inflatable butt plug. You put it in and pump it up. It doubles in diameter,” said Portia. “It drives me wild when I reach the maximum.”
“Anyone want to have their butthole expanded,” asked Wynona holding the plug up to show the others.
“Me,” said Veronika reaching for the plug. “I’m very anal. All the women in my family love anal.”
“Does that include your mom,” asked Chloe?
“Yes, Mom would not employ a girl who didn’t offer her customers anal,” said Veronika covering the business end of the butt plug with lubricant then handing it to the Latina girl, Carmen, by her side. Carmen proved no stranger to the device as she deftly inserted it in Veronika’s rectum then started to pump the black bulb.
“Does that remind you of home, Veronika,” asked Wynona raising her head from between Carolina’s legs.
“Oh yes, my momma used to make sure we girls had everything we needed to entertain our clients,” said Veronika using her long arm to press on the back of Carmen’s head as the girl noisily licked her sex.
“Give me two of those strapons like we used on plane. Rosario and I are going to fuck the shit out of each other,” said Katyln. “And if any of you want both holes fucked at once, speak up.”
“We’re touching,” said Stacy beginning a gentle rocking motion that rubbed her clitoris against Carina’s. Stacy felt a wave of pleasure wash over her when she looked down to see both of their now erect clits gently nuzzling one another.
“It feels wonderful,” said Carina grinding her sex against Stacy’s.
“How does that feel,” asked Stacy using her core muscles to expel several inches of the double dildo from her vagina.
“Fantastic, I can do that too,” said Carina sending the dildo deeper in Stacy.
“Tantric yoga training, let’s get a rhythm going,” said Stacy inhaling for five counts then contracting her abdominal muscles as she exhaled.
“It’s deep. I love deep penetration,” said Carina reacting to the faux penis’s surge deep into her womb.
“This is terrific,” said Stacy capturing Carina’s nipples in her fingers. Carina sounded a deep moan of pleasure as Stacy combined moving the dildo with pulling and twisting her nipples.
Carina wrapped her arms around Stacy’s waist and pulled hard causing their clitoral area to press together.
“Oh, Consuela, your tongue is driving me crazy,” said Veronika whose butthole was filled with the fully expanded inflatable dildo. A blonde female was tongue-teasing the narrow strip of red hair that formed a rat-tail above her pussy.
This is really hot thought Portia as she slowly extracted the large balls from a climaxing Maria. Suction from Portia’s mouth formed a tight canopy over Maria’s clit. Her tongue swirled around the stiffened nodule occasionally flicking its tip with the end of her tongue.
“Fist me,” begged Maria grabbing Portia’s wrist in an attempt to force more than Portia’s three fingers inside her vagina. Portia complied with her request forcing her entire hand inside the writhing and perspiring Latina who maintained a constant flow of curses in her native Honduran dialect. Once inside. Portia could feel the anal balls travel through Maria’s rectum.
A loud cry of pleasure and pain captured everyone’s attention. Katyln had developed a real taste for strap on sex especially when her partner was the one taking the dildo. Rosario’s face was a mask of ecstasy. The diminutive Latina’s cunt was filled to bursting with a ten inch dildo of impressive girth while Katyln mounted dog style was slamming the strapon in Rosario’s upturned butthole. Rosario’s hand was furiously working her pussy as she accepted the oversized invasion of her orifices.
Stacy could see from the look in Katyln’s eyes she was enjoying herself immensely as she rapidly sodomised the much smaller female.
“Harder,” begged Rosario putting an end to Stacy’s concern Katyln was out of control. “Fuck my ass, harder, I’m your bitch,” pleaded Rosario the tone of her voice conveying a desperate need for Katyln to deliver as much anal sensation as possible.
Stacy heard a noise from overhead and looked upward. Several of the ship’s crew was watching the females from the upper deck. From their uniforms, Stacy concluded they were members of the security and galley crew. The men had their cocks out jerking off as they watched.
“Open wide, Senorita,” yelled one of the cooks leaning out over the railing. His hand was a blur as he jerked his cock.
Stacy smiled at the man then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as a tiny shower of pearl drops squirted from two of the cocks. Stacy managed to catch several drops on her tongue that much to the masturbator’s surprise she shared with Carina. Other droplets landed on their breasts, face, and shoulders. Stacy and Carina delighted in licking the drops of semen off one another then smearing the remainder over the body.
Three hefty female members of the galley crew were leaning forward their hands clutching the rail. Their cook’s trousers were down at their ankles. Male crewmen were taking turns penetrating them. The females had pushed up their uniform tops. Their large breasts hung down toward the pool deck swaying back and forth as the crewmen slammed into them.
One of the women was larger and heavier than the other two and did not look Latina in spite of her cold black hair. For a brief instant, Stacy found herself looking directly into the woman’s familiar face before she quickly turned to one side to accept the cock of a fellow crewman.
She’s obviously enjoying what was being done to her and she must resemble someone I’ve met realized Stacy. There’s no way I could know her. It’s not possible I would recognize anyone working on the Inca Dream. Stacy dismissed the possibility as she applied her tongue to the task of making Carina orgasm. When she looked up again, the woman was gone.

***


“Senorita, this part of the ship is restricted,” said the young security guard confronting Portia on her way back from planting the bomb alongside the Inca Dream’s keel. She had just visited the lowest deck of the ship to place the bomb in the bilge alongside the keel. It was three in the morning and the ship was quiet.
Lou was sound asleep in their cabin. Portia had pushed him to perform sexually to the point of exhaustion. At the last, a weary Lou on his knees and elbows had allowed a strapon wearing Portia to fuck his ass to a climax. When only a tiny drop of semen had emerged after a half hour of serious butt fucking and cock sucking, Lou declared Portia the love of his life and fell into a dead sleep.
Luckily, Portia had not encountered anyone on her climb down to the lower decks who would have asked why she was carrying her oversized athletic bag. When she happened upon the security guard the bag was resting against the steel beams comprising the yacht’s keel. Reynolds had calculated the bomb would create a fifty-foot hole in the ship’s bottom sinking it in less than ten minutes. In the confusion, Stacy was to shoot the Cardozo brothers then they would escape in one of the ship’s life rafts.
Portia used an unexpected rocking of the ship to fall against the young man pressing her breasts against his chest. “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep, never can the first night in a strange bed. I decided to go exploring and got lost. This ship is huge.”
She’d dressed provocatively in case she ran into someone. Portia was wearing a light blue sweater dress whose hemline was two inches below her rear. A lace pair of boy shorts barely covered her bottom. Braless, her pierced nipples cooled by ocean air left no doubt as to their location. A pair of cowboy boots with a three-inch heel and gold hoop earrings completed what she and Stacy had decided was a decidedly whorish appearance. It was the sort of thing a girl might have thrown on after she snuck out of her lover’s bed on a quest to find sexual adventure.
“I’ll have to report you to Enrique,” said the guard referring to the head of security. However he did nothing to push Portia away or stop her from leaning against him.
Portia could tell from the way he was staring at her breasts there was room for negotiation. Her fluent Spanish gave her an added advantage.
“My name is Portia. I saw you on the upper deck watching Maria and me. I meant to ask her your name but she distracted me and I forgot to ask,” said Portia.
“I am Carlos. This is my first voyage on the Inca Dream.”
“Senor Carlos, I’m terribly sorry. I don’t want to cause trouble. The man I’m with is real bastard and he’ll beat the shit out of me if he finds out I’ve broken the rules,” said Portia pressing her sex against the bulge in the man’s trousers.
“It is my duty,” said Carlos.
“He snores like an animal and I couldn’t sleep. He takes drugs and drinks too much to give a girl what she needs. Is there anything I could go to convince you to forget you saw me,” said Portia as she leaned back against passageway while arching her back to raise her breasts.”
“I could get in a lot of trouble,” said Carlos.
Portia took his hand in hers and held it to her breast. “No one will get in trouble, Carlos, because no one will know.”
“You Spanish is excellent,” said Carlos the tips of his fingers exploring her breast.
“Half the students in my high school spoke Spanish. I just picked it up,” said Portia moving her face closer to Carlos.
“They don’t allow guests in this part of the Inca Dream,” Carlos moving to where his body was pressing against hers.
“I didn’t know it was forbidden but I am willing to do anything you want if you’ll forget you saw me, anything at all,” said Portia placing her hands on Carlos’ shoulders then embracing him for a kiss.
“When I saw you on the pool deck I thought you were very beautiful,” said Carlos after the kiss ended.
Portia engaged in a few minutes of increasingly passionate kisses as Carlos’s hands raised her sweater dress and took hold of her buttocks. Breaking the kisses, Portia unbuckled his belt as she slowly slid down his body. By the time she reached her knees, his uniform pants were unzipped and she had freed his sizeable and extremely hard cock from its resting place inside his briefs. It sprang out slapping against Portia’s cheek.
“You have a beautiful cock, Carlos,” said Portia taking his penis in her hand as she passed her tongue from the base of his balls up to the head where she allowed the point of her tongue to tease his piss slit. Portia allowed the aroma of male sweat complemented by the faint hint of urine to have its usual effect on her. In over a decade of oral sex, the scent had not lost its capacity to arouse her.
Carlos was leaning against the passageway while a kneeling Portia sucked his cock. He was barely nineteen years old and as the most recent addition to the security guards he seldom got to take advantage of the fat Diego sisters who were the only females available to the crew when they were not busy in the galley.
That afternoon, he’d watched from the upper deck while Portia and the other women who were untouchable since they belonged to either high-ranking cartel members or their guests engage in an orgy of lesbian sex. He’d jerked his cock over the rail allowing his seed to fall into the beautiful blonde’s mouth who was sharing the double dildo with Carina.
It was less than two minutes before Portia heard Carlos whisper something she didn’t understand, contort his body then ejaculate in her warm mouth. Portia took her time finishing making sure she had gotten every drop. As she was about to stand, she heard another voice.
“My turn, Carlos,” said a deeper, older voice from the shadows. “The American whore must do more than suck your boy’s cock if she expects me to keep silent.”
“Miguel, “said a startled Carlos looking in the direction of the voice.
Portia looked around at one of the older security guards. She recalled he was the one who looked in her bag of sex toys and smiled as he passed the bag back to her.
“The Senorita will do whatever it takes, just name it,” said Portia.
“Does the Senorita want to party with me and my men,” asked Miguel stepping closer?
“Yes, I’m want to party with you. The senor who brought me is worthless in bed,” said Portia placing her hand on the bulge in Miguel’s pants. Apparently, he had been watching Carlos and her for some time.
“Let’s take her to our cabin,” said Miguel.
“But Juan and Rodrigo are there,” said Carlos.
“The Senorita won’t mind. Will you?” said Miguel.
“No, the more men the better, let’s go,” said Portia getting to her feet.
“Wake up, we have a visitor who wants to dance for us,” said Miguel turning on the cabin light. That’s Juan and this red headed asshole is Rodrigo.”
The cabin was tiny compared to the luxurious accommodations of her and Lou’s quarters. The furnishings were Spartan. It was barely larger than her and Lou’s bed. The other two guards had been asleep when the three entered and Miguel announced Portia wanted to dance for them.
“My pleasure to meet you, Rodrigo,” said Portia sitting on the lap of the half asleep security guard. Portia pressed her bottom against his groin as she kissed his lips. Her fluent Spanish put the men at ease as Miguel introduced her. Carlos promptly informed everyone what a terrific cocksucker Portia was.
“Dance for us, first, Senorita,” said Juan queuing the CD player.
In the small space, it was possible for all four of the men to touch her as she danced. They raised her dress pressing their palms against her buttocks. Portia danced to a slow Latin song swaying her hips establishing eye contact with each of the four.
I’ll just pretend I’m Stacy and can really dance thought Portia as she swayed her hips then reached down to raise the hem of her dress.
By the time, Portia was sliding the dress over her head and discarding it on a nearby bed, the men had exposed themselves and were masturbating. Miguel, the oldest of the four, pulled her panty down to her boot tops. Portia stepped out of the panty, planted her feet and did a backbend offering him her sex.
“Enough, I need some pussy,” yelled Juan grabbing the thin mattress off his bunk bed and throwing it on the deck. Portia found herself kneeling in the center of the four men sucking one cock while stroking two. It wasn’t long before Miguel pushed her onto the mattress and mounted her. Fifteen minutes later, Carlos, the last of the four added his semen to the other three resting in her vagina.
Portia allowed her lust free reign. It had been four hard pounding fucks. Recalling the Spanish profanity she had learned in high school, Portia wrapped her legs around each man as he entered her and screwed him with all the energy and passion she could summon.
Given that three of the four were in there early twenties and all four were slender and in excellent physical condition, Portia knew the first four quick fucks were only the start of what she would be getting. Portia orgasmed as Carlos released his semen.
After a few minutes of rest and a drink of tequila, they positioned Portia on all fours for double and later triple penetration. It was almost dawn when Portia snuck back in bed with Lou.


Chapter 65 Mexican Documentary

“The film you are about to watch was made by a dear friend of mine and Esteban’s, General Xavier Ortega, the head of Drug Enforcement for Mexico’s National Police,” announced Ramón Cardozo to everyone. He then took a seat in one of the comfortable front row chairs in the center of the Inca Dream’s Media Entertainment Salon.
They had just left the Dining Salon after an incredibly sumptuous seven-course dinner. During dinner, Esteban informed the diners a very unusual private film would be shown as the evening’s entertainment.
It had been an interesting day for Stacy and Portia. Part of it had been spent relaxing on the pool deck with the other women. Portia’s liberal handout of aphrodisiac-doped bottles of lubricant maintained the non-stop sexual pace.
The females had engaged in casual lesbian sex while the Posse members were in business discussions with the cartel. Stacy and Portia had made it with several of the Latin beauties. Carina and Portia engaged in a passionate display of strapon sex that only ended when the two were completely spent.
Katyln organized a rotating twelve-girl daisy chain that permitted each of the females to perform orally on the others and in turn service the others with their mouth.
“Don’t you just love girl sex,” asked Portia her face buried between Mariana’s thighs?
“Yes, who needs a man,” said Stacy rising up from Wynona’s thighs to reveal a face covered in vaginal secretions.
Stacy was impressed when she realized in little more than hour, she had performed cunnilingus on eleven extremely attractive females and she had been the recipient of some of the best tongue sex she had ever experienced.
She had listened with quiet envy to Portia’s tale of her marathon fuck fest in the cabin of the security guards. “They couldn’t get enough of me. I had at least one cock in me for five hours,” said Portia. Mike had been too keyed up to have sex other than a blowjob.
“That’s all for tonight. I’ve got to be sharp tomorrow,” said Mike before taking several sleeping tablets. As he slipped off to sleep, Stacy held his warm ejaculate in her mouth, savoring the taste before she swallowed. She slipped the headphones on and ended her evening masturbating as she watched a hard core DVD of two incredibly beautiful and well-endowed Brazilian transsexuals having sex with a handsome male.
Stacy was seated in a comfortable chair beside Ramón’s. Her hair was up in a French twist and she was wearing a short cocktail dress made of a metallic gold material. She’d made liberal use of her grandmother’s antique gold jewelry. Ramon had one out of his way to complement her appearance when she had sat beside him at dinner.
The conversation had been mostly about his days as a student at MIT and his forays into Boston’s nightlife. He had been impressed to learn she and Portia were not only roommates but also Harvard students. Before dinner, Ramon had spent over an hour showing them the Inca Dream’s art collection.
“I’m not sure I can live with myself after I send one of the world’s twenty nine Vermeer’s to the bottom of the sea,” whispered Portia after the tour was over.
“Can’t be helped,” said Stacy.
Before dinner, Mike informed Stacy, Ramón and he had agreed to swap female companions for the remainder of the weekend. “You’re doing great, Stacy. Ramon wants you,” said Mike obviously pleased his future wife had attracted the attention of the planet’s most powerful drug lords.
From Stacy’s perspective, Ramón’s dark good looks appealed to her and for that matter, she had no choice. Mike was expecting her to impress Ramón with her skills as a lover. She flashed a welcoming smile at Ramón as he placed his hand on top of her thigh.
Stacy had no objections as Carina took the seat beside Mike then leaned over to kiss him. Mike, eager to sample the Brazilian beauty, unzipped her dress as they kissed then pushed it off her shoulders exposing her perfectly formed breasts.
“Magnificent,” he said as he placed his palms under them while using his thumbs to gently twist her nipples. The other members of the Posse followed their leader in exposing their partner’s breasts.
This is going to become an orgy realized Portia taking her seat beside Lou. Portia would have preferred to be the sexual partner of one of young virile Cardozo lieutenants but Mike had conveyed to her through Stacy how important it was for her to keep Lou under control. He had been drinking heavily at dinner and she had to steady him on the short walk to the Media Salon. The fact the ocean was getting rougher and the ship was yawing did not help.
Mike and Carina were seated beside Ramón and Stacy. Mike was all over Carina. He had practically undressed her. Portia hoped Stacy wasn’t jealous.
“Being swapped for a former Miss Universe is a complement,” was Portia’s comment when Stacy informed her she would be sleeping in Ramón’s cabin. “Watching you two world-class beauties get it on this afternoon is a memory I can get off to for the rest of my life. I just wish I had it on DVD.”
As the moviegoers took their seats, stewards served after dinner drinks as the men and several of the women lit up Cuban cigars. Stacy selected a fifty-year-old vintage port that would have sold for several hundred dollars an ounce at a downtown Boston restaurant then accepted Ramón’s offer of a Cohiba cigar.
“I saw you with Carina and the others on the pool deck,” Ramón whispered to Stacy. “It was muy caliente.”
“It was only us girls having fun, making do without our men,” said a smiling Stacy. She had noticed Ramón and the others watching as the women had sex around the pool. Carina and Stacy’s passionate encounter apparently had an effect on Ramón too.
“I disagree. You are a woman of exceptional beauty and passion plus intelligence and skill. Michael told me you were something special and now I believe him,” said Ramón.
“Carina is very special. She’s a goddess,” said Stacy realizing Ramón was setting the bar high. He was expecting her to fuck his brains out. Stacy made a mental note to pull out all the stops once she and Ramón were alone. It was important he consider her a super whore and nothing else, certainly not a danger to him or his brother.
“Carina is very beautiful but there are other qualities that are more important,” said Ramón placing his hand on hers and applying a slight pressure. “There are rare women whose passion is so intense they make the rest seem like play acting. They are capable of actions no man would expect.”
I wonder what the hell he is talking about thought Stacy. But before she could continue the conversation, the Inca Dream rolled strongly to one side.
“Wow, I heard Hurricane Danica is on the way, Ramón,” said Zack interrupting. Zack was not a good sailor and the ocean had been increasing rough as the day wore on. The medicated band around his wrist was the only thing keeping him from seasickness.
He and Katyln were seated in the second row behind Stacy. Katyln was kissing Mariana as she twisted and pulled her nipples.
The aphrodisiac is still working thought Stacy as she exchanged a knowing look with Portia. She wondered how long it would be before the evening ended in a pile of naked bodies. As it turned out, the film was fascinating enough to delay the start of the orgy.
“Yes, I spoke with Captain Ortiz earlier. Danica is now a strong Category Five but it is bearing to the northwest. The media are calling her the storm of the century. The Captain plans to cruise northward at an accelerated pace. We should be able to stay out of its way without a problem,” said Ramón. “The sea may get a little rough but there are wrist bands in your cabins that will prevent sea sickness.”
What Ramón did not know was that Lieutenant Felipe, Captain Ortiz’s second in command, had made a serious error when the entered the ship’s course in the navigation computer. The Inca Dream was not rushing away from Danica. It was on a collision course with the powerful storm.
“So what’s the movie,” asked Lou? “I hope it isn’t subtitled. Reading drives me nuts.”
“I’ll translate for you, Lou,” said Portia scooting over to take a seat in the big man’s lap making sure her panty-covered bottom was in contact with his penis.
“You speak Mexican,” asked Lou?
“My Spanish is Trenton barrio perfecto,” said Portia slowly pressing against the bulge in his trousers. She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “I am going to be your hot Latina whore tonight. If there is anything you want me to do, just name it.”
Ramón stood to address the others. “It is not widely known but General Ortiz attended three semesters of film school at UCLA. His first love is making movies and he aspired to becoming a director. Unfortunately, when his father and older brother were killed in a helicopter crash, family responsibilities required him to give up his dreams and attend the National Police Academy. Now since he had achieved a substantial position, he has been able to resume his interest on a slightly different basis.”
“A cop making movies, maybe we should try that, Mike,” said Brad.
“We already make movies. Remember Stacy Does Cambridge and there was Stacy’s film with the Russos,” said Bobby. “Watching them made my cock hard.”
“I’m sure the film Ramón is going to show us is quite a cut above what we do back in Cambridge,” said Mike showing graciousness to their host.
“General Xavier employs only the most technologically advanced equipment and techniques as you will see for yourself,” said Ramón flipping open the top of his chair arm and pushing several buttons. The lights dimmed opera-style as panels opened on tracks to reveal a wall-sized screen. The film opened with a picture of the Mexico City headquarters of the National Police. The camera moved slowly toward a Mexican flag whipping about in a strong breeze. The caption, A Production of The National Police of the Republic of Mexico, appeared on the screen as the Mexican national anthem provided the soundtrack. The anthem ended as the screen informed the audience the film was written, produced, and directed by General Ortiz.
The screen faded to black then opened to show a distinguished-looking middle-aged uniformed officer sitting behind a large desk speaking directly into the camera. There were several rows of medals on his chest and his shoulders were covered in gold braid.

Greetings, my fellow citizens, I am General Xavier de Rivera Ortiz, Director General of the Anti-Narcotics Department of the Mexican National Police. What you are about to see is a re-enactment of the pursuit, arrest, and interrogation of four drug criminals apprehended in the state of Quintana Roo outside the resort city of Cancun.
While some of you may consider this documentary unsuitable for viewing due to its violent content, I must stress that no innocent Mexican nationals were harmed in its production.
The four criminals were members of a brutal and violent narcotic gang headquartered in Los Angeles, California. Such gangs have murdered more than two hundred National Police in the last year plus many ordinary citizens. Your National Police are dedicated to eradicating the many narco-criminal gangs located in the United States that prey upon the lawful citizens of the republic.

“The joke is it’s not a re-enactment. It is the real thing,” said Esteban as the camera showed what appeared to be American college students playing volleyball and Frisbee on a beach. The camera lingered on young girls clad in the briefest of swimwear. “The General has an incredible sense of irony.”
“You mean what you see really happened,” asked Mike?
“Exactly, no one is acting. It’s reality. A film crew personally directed by the General filmed everything as it was, as you say, going down,” said Esteban.
“It’s high definition digital video,” whispered Portia. “You were correct about production values, Ramón.”
“The system you are viewing is all digital HDTV,” said Ramón. “And the sound is Dolby-4 in a surround sound configuration.”
A voice over announcer began.

Our story begins on an April night in the resort city of Cancun outside the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. It is Spring Break in the United States and the city is crowded with American college students who have come to buy drugs.

Credits done, the screen showed four attractive young girls walking down the steps of the Ritz-Carlton Cancun to get into a taxicab. They were dressed in what Stacy would term expensive resort wear that emphasized their long well tanned legs. They had the appearance of carefree college girls from affluent families. One of the girls got in the front seat and kissed the driver.
Americans decided Portia and since the Ritz Carlton isn’t cheap, they are definitely wealthy.
As the car drove away from the hotel, the screen changed. It showed what Stacy took to be a high school annual picture of a wholesome girl next-door blonde. A voice over announcer began to speak.

The four drug criminals all claimed to be college students. We repeat their cover stories that were later proven to be false.
Chelsea Cooley, of Malibu, California, sophomore at University of California at San Diego. Chelsea is twenty-three years old. She is planning on joining her father’s talent agency when she graduates. She works part time at the agency in the summer when she’s not in school.

The screen changed to a picture of a different girl. This one was very attractive with long blonde hair. In the picture she was dressed in a cheerleader uniform. The announcer continued with what sounded like a brief bio that sounded like it was extracted from a yearbook,

Beverly Rockland of Brentwood, California, sophomore at UCSD. Beverly is twenty-three years old. Beverly’s father is a well-known record producer with over seventy-five gold and platinum albums. Beverly has not decided on her college major.

Another scene change, this one showed a statuesque blonde whose superstructure made the sweater of her cheerleader costume stand out.

Cynthia Parsons of Brentwood California, sophomore at UCSD, Cynthia is twenty-two years old. Her father composes music for films and has four Oscars to his credit. Cynthia is pursuing a career in financial services.
She and Beverly Rockland have been best friends since elementary school. Both girls were arrested for drug possession while attending high school. However, due to the intervention of their rich parents, the charges were dropped. Cynthia was arrested six months ago for driving while intoxicated. The charges were later reduced to reckless driving. This is an example of how justice favors the wealthy in the United States.

The fourth girl was a petite blonde whose high school yearbook picture contained a banner identifying her as Most Congenial.

Annette Whiting of Beverly Hills, California, sophomore at UCSD, Annette is twenty-three years old. Her father now deceased was an executive at Paramount Pictures. Annette hopes to works in the movie industry in the creative side of the business.

The scene changed to one following the taxicab over narrow city streets. As they traveled along a row of ocean front hotels, the voice over announcer provided additional information. The camera watched as the four exited the cab in front of a busy nightclub.

The four criminals are masquerading as innocent college friends on spring break in the resort city of Cancun. They had arranged to meet Senor Miguel Reyes in a nightclub called The Inferno. Senor Reyes is a local narcotics dealer under surveillance by the National Police. The four American drug dealers informed him they were interested in purchasing five kilograms of pure cocaine. One kilogram they planned to use themselves. The others they planned to sell when they returned to the United States. Let us listen to their conversation.

The scene switched to the dark inside of the nightclub. Stacy could barely make out the four girls seated with a man at a small table. There was a barely audible recording of the girls asking in halting Spanish if he could broker the purchase of five keys of cocaine. The loud salsa music in the background almost drowned out the conversation.
The next scene was almost too dark to make out. The action was apparently taking place in an alley behind the nightclub. Salsa music could be heard in the background. Stacy could barely make out two girls on their knees in front of a man.

During the drug buy, Chelsea and Annette agreed to provide oral sex to Miguel Reyes. They American whores coated their lips with cocaine before they touched them to Miguel’s penis. This heightens the sensation of the act.
In America, depraved schoolgirls provide oral sex to older men for money. They refer to oral sex accompanied by cocaine as a ‘hum and coke’. During the evening undercover police observed the females having sex with numerous males and a woman in the club’s VIP room. This type of immoral behavior is typical of American students who come to the Yucatan for college vacation
The following day, Senor Reyes picked up the four girls at their hotel and drove into the countryside to buy drugs.

The camera showed the four jumping eagerly into a Range Rover. All four of the girls greeted Senor Reyes with a kiss. The Range Rover drove out of Cancun into the countryside. It stopped at the gate of a walled hacienda. After a brief exchange with guards armed with assault rifles, the gate opened and the Range Rover drove inside. The announcer spoke in a whisper.

Our surveillance team followed them to the hacienda of Senor Manolo Campo, known head of the Cancun drug cartel. A vicious criminal born in Guatemala, Senor Campo had corrupted the Quintana Roo state authorities with enormous bribes. Officials he could not bribe were murdered along with their families including very young children.

“Manolo was a small time distributor from Chihuahua we decided to throw to the wolves,” interjected Esteban. “He had become a problem to his bettors.”
“He was a greedy peasant,” added Ramón. “The General killed him too quickly. I would have slowly removed his testicles and made him eat them.”
The next scene showed the Range Rover driving out the same gate. Once again the camera was following the car over back roads. The scene went on for a considerable time causing Stacy to decide the General’s film could use a good editor. Finally the scene changed as half dozen police vehicles quickly surrounded the Range Rover. Heavily armed police surrounded the driver and girls. They weren’t gentle about it as they dragged the terrified girls out of the vehicle and threw them to the pavement and started kicking them. One of the police reached down to rip the front of Chelsea’s blouse open. The girls cowered on the ground, their arms protecting their face.
“The General himself was present at the arrest,” said Esteban as an armored car arrived on the scene.
General Ortiz with an aide following closely behind approached the vehicle. He removed a nylon athletic bag from under the car seat, unzipped it and removed five plastic bags of white powder. He smiled at the camera as he held the bags up like they were trophies.
After handing the cocaine to his aide, the General walked over to the five captives. Hands cuffed behind their backs with plastic ties, they were kneeling by a police van under heavy guard. Except for Chelsea who Stacy took to be the alpha female of the group, the women looked frightened out of their wits. The next scene shocked the audience.
The General took out his semi-automatic pistol, cocked it, placed it on the back of the head of Miguel Reyes and without hesitating pulled the trigger. Most of the front of Senor Reyes face was blown on to the pavement. The hysterical women were splattered with blood and brains.
“Fuck, you see that. He blew the motherfuckers brains out,” blurted out Lou. “That takes balls.”
“My old man said he used to shoot Viet Cong prisoners in the head during the Vietnam War,” said Brad. “He used a dumdum bullet. Pow, one shot and brains are all over the other prisoners. Scared the living shit out of any VC who’d refused to talk.”
On screen the four now traumatized girls were being loaded into the police van. Several uniformed police got in the van with them. The camera watched as it drove off then recorded two police dragging the body of Miguel Reyes to the side of the road before rolling it into a drainage ditch.
“What do you think, Stacia,” asked Ramón reaching behind Stacy to unzip her dress?
“Fascinating, Hollywood’s loss is Mexico’s gain,” said Stacy pushing the straps off her shoulders then standing to step out of the garment leaving her in only her panty. Ramón graciously bent down to kiss each of her breasts. The voice over announcer continued as the scene changed.

Supplied with irrefutable evidence, Manolo Campo was a major drug dealer, General Ortiz ordered his men to raid the Campo estate and take Campo and his gang into custody.

The next scene took place back at the Campo hacienda. A large truck with something that resembled an armored plow smashed through the heavily fortified gate as the guards scattered. There was concentrated gunfire as the soldiers shot down the fleeing guards. The camera jerking wildly followed a group of police wearing body armor as they rushed through the gate behind the truck.
The camera jumped around as it trailed the assault team up the drive to the main house. The bodies of guards lined the driveway. Repeated blasts of automatic gunfire poured out of the surround sound system.
The camera followed four policemen as they moved from room to room shooting everyone they met including those who fell to their knees to surrender. The four passed through a room where soldiers were raping a screaming pregnant woman. Her white legs were kicking the air as one of the police thrust in her.
“Manolo’s wife,” said Ramón. “After they raped her, they cut her tits off then slashed her throat.”
“Wish we could handle perps like that,” said Lou. “Save a lot of fucking time.”
The scene switched to what Stacy assumed was the patio or the veranda. There were several men and women kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs.
“The fat pig in the bloody blue shirt is Manolo,” said Esteban.
The pace slowed as the camera showed General Ortiz arriving then congratulating a subaltern on the success of the raid. The General made a short speech thanking the men for their efforts. Then he saluted and left. The subaltern borrowed an assault rifle from one of the sergeants and proceed to kill the kneeling prisoners with a long burst of fire. He killed Manolo last.
“Man, they don’t screw around with dealers in Mexico,” said Bobby. “There’s none of this Miranda bullshit.”
The camera did a final room-by-room pass through the hacienda taking a close up of the dead. The woman who was being raped was now lying silent in a pool of blood. Stacy counted over twenty bodies.
The next screen showed the police van arriving at a stone building inside a heavily fortified facility surrounded by thick stonewalls. A caption read Nation Police Headquarters. The camera focused on the Mexican flag flapping in a stiff breeze then returned to the police van.
The camera showed the four now disheveled girls exiting the van. The police were laughing and smiling as they stepped down. One of the men was zipping his pants.
From the appearance of their torn clothes and makeup, it was obvious the four had been beaten and raped during the van ride. One of the policemen held up what Stacy assumed was a fist full of panties then pressed them to his nose. The voice over announcer kept it simple.

The criminals arrive at police headquarters for interrogation.

The four passed slowly be the camera lens. When Annette Whiting realized the camera was directly in her bruised face, she spoke up.

“They raped us. Please, someone get in touch with the American Embassy. My name is Annette Whiting. I’m a college student.”

“Annette honey, you do the crime you better be prepared to do the time,” said Zack laughing.
“Any of you Posse guys ever raped a perp on the trip downtown,” asked Katyln?
“I screwed Bobby and Brad in the back of the police car after they arrested me,” said Veronika.
“That wasn’t rape. It was consensual. She did it willingly to stay out of jail,” said Bobby. “She couldn’t wait to get our cocks in her Russian pussy.”
“Ukrainian pussy,” corrected Veronika.
“You know, Bobby, there are misinformed people in the world who would not consider that consensual,” said Portia stroking Lou’s cock with one hand while she massaged her clit with the other.
“Lots of dumb shits out there who don’t know how the system works,” said Brad. “I can’t be responsible for their stupidity.”
“Most of the time, you arrest a decent looking female for drugs or prostitution, she’s more than happy to put out rather than go to jail,” said Mike. “It’s one of those situations where both parties receive equal benefit.”
“Or even shoplifting,” said Stacy laughing as she looked at Mike who was too busy kissing Carina to react to her remark. Stacy suppressed a spark of jealousy.
On screen, Annette was paying for her outburst. One of the police grabbed her by the hair and bent her over to capture her head between his knees bending her over at the waist. He pulled her shirt up to expose her bare back then grabbed her tied wrists to hold her still.
A second officer produced a wicked looking police baton and took a position to one side. Off camera, the director shouted something and the policeman moved to her other side facing the camera. He struck Annette across her lower back. The leather baton made a surprising loud smacking sound as it landed. Each blow was punctuated by a loud scream. After a half dozen kidney smashing blows Annette was allowed to collapse to the ground moaning.
Apparently turning Annette’s urine bloody was not sufficient punishment for her transgression because she was lifted and held upright so a stocky officer could use her bare midriff as a punching bag. He landed several sets of one-two combinations indicating he’d spent some time in the gym working the body bag.
An officer yelled a command interrupting the beating. Annette fell to the pavement not moving.
“Damn good beating, cunt will piss blood for a week,” said Zack pulling a now naked Katyln out of her chair into his lap. Katyln deftly guided Zack’s cock into her vagina as she sat down.
“I love to be fucked while watching a good movie,” said Katyln relaxing back against Zack’s bare chest and making a request. “Play with my tits. Hurt them when they do things to the girls.”
On screen Annette had been rendered incapable of walking by herself. From somewhere a short pole arrived. It was placed under Annette’s arms that were still cuffed behind her back and used to lift her. Another policeman grabbed her feet since she wasn’t able to walk. Her short skirt rode up as they lifted her. The voyeuristic camera came in for an extreme close-up of Annette’s bare sex as they carried her inside. Something Stacy assumed was semen was visibly seeping from Annette’s vagina.
“I like this better than California porn,” said Chloe. “It’s hotter and more real.”
“It is real. Is there a cunt in California that isn’t shaved,” asked Mike watching the camera close-up of Annette’s bare sex.
“Having hair on your pubes is not in fashion these days,” said Katyln.
“I know guys who like a full bush,” said Lou. “But they’re real perverts.”
“I never shaved my pussy until I came to this country,” said Veronika.
“I don’t suppose they have rape kits in Mexico,” said Portia somewhat amazed at the Posse’s reaction to the film. It reminded her American Indians cheer when a movie shows Custer and the Seventh Cavalry being slaughtered at the Little Big Horn.
“What would be the point,” asked Chloe? “Since they were stupid enough to get caught those girls deserve what they’re getting.”
The scene changed to an interrogation room. A young officer is seated at a table examining papers and what appeared to be American passports. His uniform is immaculate and perfectly creased. He is movie star handsome with curly cold black hair and a thin mustache.
“I’d do him,” said Chloe.
“We all would,” said Wynona.
“Reminds me of a young Antonio Banderas,” said Katyln.
“Sluts,” said Zack laughing as he pinched Katyln’s nipple hard causing her to gasp in pain.
A burly police sergeant and a fat corporal were talking quietly in the corner of the room. Chelsea Cooley arrives accompanied by two escorts. Her blouse has been ripped open and her bra was visible. One of her guards cuts the elastic band tying her wrists.
“This is where the film becomes interesting,” said Esteban. Esteban was seated alone on a couch. He patted the seat and spoke to Mark. “Senor Mark, you and Wynona care to join me.”
“Love to,” said Wynona pulling Mark out of his chair. Wynona had learned from the others that Esteban was bisexual and she was anxious to participate with Mark in a three way. Mark recognized it was responsibility as the Posse’s bisexual member to do whatever it took to make Esteban happy.
“Nothing like a good police film to get me hard,” said Lou as he maneuvered his penis inside Portia’s vagina. Portia wiggled her rear to achieve deeper penetration then contracted her abdomen to well Lou’s member.
“Can you imagine being caught in a drug sting and finding yourself at the mercy of the Mexican police,” asked Mark?
“Or even worse, the Cambridge Police,” said Stacy laughing. Stacy recalled Leslie Cabot’s story about being arrested by the Mexican police and having to spend several months in rehab after she was released.
“The Russian police are the worse especially if you are a woman,” said Veronika. “My sister was arrested in Moscow with a bag of pot. After they raped her for two days, they beat her so badly she spent three months in the hospital. They tore up her vagina and asshole. They knocked all her teeth out.”
“The Posse has had its moments. Haven’t we guys,” said Mike?
“Fucking right we have,” said Lou relaxing as Portia began to raise and lower herself on his cock.
Stacy allowed her hand to wander to Ramón’s groin as she watched and listened to the General’s film. The interrogation of Chelsea had begun.

Chelsea: What the fuck is that camera for?

Captain: It is standard procedure during interrogations. It assures you are treated fairly. I am Captain Rodrigo Cassano. Identify yourself please.

Chelsea: My name is Chelsea Atkins Cooley. I want to call the American Embassy. As a citizen of the United States, I have the right to do that.

Captain: That is not possible.

Chelsea: Why?

Captain: Because I say so.

Chelsea: That’s bullshit. You better allow me to call or I’ll tell everyone we were raped on the way here.

Captain: That’s a serious charge. But it is a matter for later. Undress.

Chelsea: What? No way. You’re out of your fucking mind. Go screw one of your beaner whores.

Captain: You must be searched for drugs hidden on your person. It is necessary you undress.

Chelsea: I said no fucking way. Didn’t you hear me? Your men raped my friends and me after we were arrested. They made us suck their cocks then lay down on the floor in that filthy piece of crap they called a police wagon. I was raped twice and they beat the living shit out of Annette. All of you are going to jail.

The police captain shook his head and looked indecisive for a moment. He lit an American cigarette. Then he shrugged his shoulders and spoke.

Captain: Sergeant Morales, undress Senorita Cooley.

Sergeant: Yes, Captain.

Chelsea: If he touches me, I’ll scream.

Captain: And who would hear you or care if they did.

Chelsea: Only a female officer should be allowed to search female prisoners.

Captain: I am afraid we have a different set of rules here.

The Sergeant and Corporal moved toward Chelsea. Chelsea quickly changed her mind and slipped her torn blouse off her shoulders.

Chelsea: No, I’ll do it. You’ve already raped me. What’s the point?

The Sergeant took the blouse from Chelsea and handed it to the Captain who examined the label then set it aside. The three watched as Chelsea unhooked and removed her bra. She straightened her back and shoulders lifting her obviously augmented breasts. She tossed the torn blouse to the Sergeant.

Chelsea: Take a good look, you sick bastards. When the American Embassy finds out what you have done to my friends and me you’re not going to be smiling.

Captain: I assure you, Senorita, the Republic of Mexico has the full support of the United States government in dealing with their nationals who violate our country’s drug laws. We work closely with your Drug Enforcement Agency. They have an office in this very building and have been informed of your arrest.

Chelsea hesitated for a moment then took a deep breath before unhooking her skirt and allowing it to drop. She wasn’t wearing any underpants.

Chelsea: One of the motherfuckers who raped me kept my panty. He’s probably using them to jerk off with. Hey, what are you going to do?

The Captain had reached into a drawer to remove a pair of surgical gloves and a jar of lubricant.


Captain: Perform a cavity search. It is a required procedure. I understand such searches are also performed in the United States when your Border Control apprehends one of our citizens seeking honest work. In fact, they search the women with many others including fathers and brothers looking on.

Chelsea: That’s a lie. We don’t do that.

Captain: Lie down on the table on your back and spread your legs, please.

Chelsea: Is that how you get your kicks?

Captain: Do you want the Sergeant and the Corporal to force you? I assure you they are perfectly willing.

Chelsea: No, I’ll do it.

Chelsea walked to the table and sat down. As she leaned back the Sergeant and Corporal grabbed her ankles and pulled them back toward her head.

Chelsea: Fuck, that hurts. Take it easy. I said I’d cooperate.

Her interrogators ignored her offer as they bent her like a hairpin. It’s a good thing she’s still young and flexible thought Stacy as Chelsea’s toes were forced against the tabletop right by her ears. The Corporal climbed up on the table and used his knees to pin her shoulders while he held her ankles under his armpits.
“Katyln was talking about how she missed never being cavity searched. Would you like that, sweetheart,” asked Zack.
“I’d prefer the American Border Patrol. I want an audience,” said Katyln.
“The Sergeant produced two flat metal bars he forced into her vagina. The bars had a short ninety-degree turn on the end. The Sergeant hooked the edge inside Chelsea’s opening. From the interrogator’s practiced manner, the viewer could tell Chelsea’s was not the first female vagina they had searched.
Stacy watched the Sergeant’s muscular arms tense as he pulled Chelsea’s vagina open. Chelsea responded with loud screams.

Chelsea: Christ, you’re killing me. Stop, please.

This is the perfect audience for this kind of film thought Stacy looking around the salon as she licked the head of Ramón’s cock. Ramón’s legs were spread open across the chair arms. Stacy was taking it slow making it last. One hand cradled his balls while the other stroked his saliva slick cock. The Posse and its female contingent were watching the screen while they engaged in various sexual activities. Lou was on the receiving end of what Portia called her slow motion fuck. Most of the females were managing to keep their mouth on their partner’s cock while watching General Ortega’s production.
Mark and Wynona were sharing oral duties for Esteban’s cock. Esteban had a finger in both their ass.
The only ones not engaged in some form of sexual play were the three members of security who were standing at the back. And I bet they’d like to, decided Stacy but duty calls. Enrique, the enormous dark skinned man who was the Cardozo’s Director of Security was watching Stacy suck Ramón’s cock. From the way he was staring and the tent in his trousers, it was obvious he wanted to join them.
Chelsea’s loud screams and curses filled the Salon. Captain Cassano had neatly rolled up his sleeve. He was none too gently forcing several gloved fingers into Chelsea’s spread open vagina. He started with two fingers ignored her protests when he inserted three and then four. The Sergeant and Corporal were holding her on the table as the Captain formed his fingers together for full entry.
Stacy recalled it was not that many months ago that Mark and she had visited his dad in prison and she had been the subject of a cavity search. But that had been a woman’s hand and there was a speculum to open her cavity. Stacy watched fascinated as the muscles in the Captain’s arm hardened when he began his final push.
Stacy knew fist fucking was a learned skill she and Portia had mastered after sustained effort. They employed dildos and butt plugs gradually increasing in girth to train each hole to relax.
Chelsea Cooley was obviously not trained to accept another person’s hand in her vagina. Her pitiful screams filled the room as the Captain’s hand finally slipped inside. The Captain smiled at the achievement of his goal then to Chelsea’s utter dismay reached deep in her womb to complete a very thorough search. The Captain appeared disappointed at his failure to find drugs. The police released Chelsea allowing her to collapse across the table. She turned on her side and rolled up in a ball clutching her abdomen.
The Captain peeled off the glove and threw it in the trash. It was at that moment, Chelsea said something stupid.

Chelsea: I’m going to have you bastards put in jail for the rest of your life. Then I’m going to hire someone to rape your mothers.

Captain: Sergeant, turn her over. Perhaps she has drugs in her rectum.

Chelsea: Please no, there’s nothing in my ass.

The Sergeant and the Corporal flipped Chelsea over on her stomach with her legs hanging off the table. The Corporal used a cable tie to secure her ankles to the table legs. Once her hands were similarly tied, her arms were pulled across the table and tied with a rope to a nearby pole. The Corporal put his weight into the rope stretching the girl to the point her shoulders were on the verge of dislocation
Chelsea screamed as the Sergeant inserted his spreader bars in her anus. The Corporal grabbed a similar pair of bars. And inserted them.

Sergeant: The prisoner is ready.

Captain: Thank you, Sergeant Morales. Proceed.

Both policemen strained to pry open Chelsea’s anus.
“Now that is how a cavity search should be conduced,” said Brad watching as the camera came in for a close up of Chelsea’s open anus.
Captain Cassano took his time. He slowly donned another surgical glove. He opened his desk door to remove a jar of a white substance.
He walked around to where Chelsea could see him.

Captain: Threatening the National Police is a crime, Senorita Cooley.

Chelsea: What’s that in your hand?

Captain: In your country, they call it lard or fat.

Chelsea: What are you going to do with it?

Captain: Put it in your ass so I can tell if you have concealed drugs.

Chelsea: My parents are rich. They can pay you a lot of money to let me go.

Captain: No doubt they will.

Chelsea: And until they do, I’ll be nice to you. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll make sure the other girls do whatever you want. They listen to me.

Captain: I’m afraid we are already past that point, Senorita. Hold her still, Sergeant.

The Captain walked around to Chelsea’s rear unscrewing the jar lid as he walked. He dug three fingers into the dirty white substance then transferred it to the inside of Chelsea’s rectum. Ear splitting screams blasted out of the speakers as the Captain’s arm moved inexorably deeper inside her bowels.
“Keep going Captain, its in there,” shouted Bobby at the screen
The audience was finding the General’s film highly stimulating. Lou was alternating between sucking Portia’s nipples and watching the screen. Portia’s butthole was now filled with Lou’s cock. The enterprising Katyln had deserted Zack to sit in the lap of one of the Cardozo’s lieutenants. At the moment, her hand was slowly stroking his cock as he applied his lips to her breasts. Zack, however, was not being neglected. One of the Brazilian beauties, Manuela, was preparing to wrap her full red lips around his penis.
We’ll never make it all the way through the film before this turns into an orgy thought Stacy. On screen, the Captain was making a sustained effort to force his hand deep inside the protesting girl’s bowel. Accompanied by loud screams of pain, he managed to insert his entire hand into the screaming girl’s anus. The director was demonstrating his professionalism by capturing different close-ups of Chelsea’s tortured facial expressions alternating with the slow progress of the Captain’s arm.
“What does that remind you of, Mike” asked Lou whose fully erect manhood was in Portia’s warm mouth?
“Marge Goodwill, over at the Sussex County jail searching a female perp for drugs,” said Mike his hands massaging Carina’s breasts.
“Right. Old Marge sure loved her job, at least the part where she got to search for contraband,” said Lou. “It was fun to watch them walk away when Marge was done.”
“Her fist was as big as mine. I watched her search a high school girl who had assaulted an officer when he arrested her for DUI. The stupid bitch broke the officer’s nose so she was due special treatment. And can you imagine this, the cunt was a virgin,” said Brad.
“I bet that didn’t stop Marge for a minute,” said Lou.
“No way, Marge and the girls strapped her down tight while Marge greased her holes. The girl couldn’t have weighed more than one ten. Marge’s fist took both her cherries,” said Mike. “Blood started pumping out of her cunt after Marge sent her to lockup. They had to ship her off to the ER to have her cunt sewed up.”
Rectal search complete, the Captain removed the glove and sat back down at his desk. Chelsea was still face down, restrained over the table.

Sergeant: May we have a moment with her, Captain?

Captain: Of course, Sergeant, I feel the need of some fresh air.

As the Captain left the room, the Sergeant approached Chelsea from the rear. He unfastened his belt buckle allowing his uniform trousers to drop to his knees. The camera came around to show him positioning his cock to enter Chelsea. She cried, “Oh, God know,” as the Sergeant slid inside her. A few feet away, the Corporal was stroking his cock waiting his turn.
“It’s a marvelous piece of work,” said Ramon leaving no doubt his high regard for the General’s film.
“I hope he plans to make others,” said Stacy.
Around her, the others were multitasking. Attention was focused on both the screen and having sex with the nearest warm body.
Stacy returned her attention to the screen. The scene had changed. A tearful sobbing nude Chelsea was immobilized in a chair. Leather straps across her limbs and torso held her in place. A wide strap across her forehead prevented her from moving her head.
Cigarette in hand, Captain Cassano was interrogating her.

Captain: Who in Los Angeles is the head of your narcotics gang?

Chelsea: We’re not part of any narcotics gang. We decided to do this on our own.

The Captain took a long puff on his cigarette then exhaled to blow the ash off. The camera came in for a close up as the Captain put the glowing ash on her nipple. Chelsea’s scream drowned out the hiss of the cigarette charring the tissue. Very slowly and deliberately he burned the other nipple. When Chelsea recovered somewhat, her interrogation continued.

Captain: It is not believable you were acting on your own. The purchase of five kilograms of pure cocaine constitutes major trafficking according to Mexican law and the laws of your country. Pardon me Senorita but we are not all poor ignorant Mexican peasants. I repeat. Give me the names of every member of your gang in Los Angeles.

Chelsea: There’s no gang. This guy at a club on Sunset heard us talking about going to Cancun. He said if we scored some coke, even a few kilograms, he’d move it for us. We’d easily triple our money.

Captain: What is his name?

Chelsea: Rafael something.

Captain: Sergeant.

On cue, the Sergeant stepped forward and punched Chelsea in the jaw. The screen went black for a moment while a voice over announcer spoke.

The criminal drug dealer, Chelsea Cooley, proved difficult and Captain Cassano had to resort to extraordinary measures.

The screen opened with the sound of Chelsea screaming as the Sergeant and the Corporal now stripped to the waist and wielding long whips were alternately landing blows on her backside. Captain Cassano was seated at the table studying documents and smoking a cigarette. Chelsea was hanging naked from an overhead beam, her toes barely touching the floor. Red and in some cases bleeding stripes covered her flesh from the top of her shoulders to her calves.
“That’s right, flog the druggie cunt,” said Zack who now had a firm hold on Manuela’s lustrous curls and was proceeding to force his cock down her throat.
“Mike, let’s buy some whips when we get back,” said Lou staring hard at the screen as Portia allowed his fat cock to penetrate her asshole to its maximum potential.
“Yeah, Stacy see to it,” said Mike.
“Will do, Mike,” said Stacy taking Ramón’s cock out of her mouth to answer.
A quick screen change and the two were now applying their efforts to Chelsea’s front. Whip marks started at her breasts and ended at her knees. The whipping stopped for a minute to allow the camera to survey close-up the ravaged flesh. There were some very nasty looking gashes in her armpits. They’d also paid particular attention to Chelsea’s breasts. Both areolas were bleeding and one nipple was hanging by a thread of skin.
“Her tits are going to need cosmetic surgery,” said Chloe speaking knowledgably between licks of Bobby’s testicles.
“Armpits are more sensitive,” said Katyln from the back of the room where she was mounted on one of the Cardozo staff members. A second member was standing allowing her to suck his cock.
“Katyln’s right,” said Mike. “Arm pits, knee pits and the soles of the feet are highly sensitive to a beating.”
“For a guy, the nuts are where you don’t want to be hurt,” said Brad.
“Each place has its uses,” said Esteban whose cockhead was causing Mark to make choking sounds.
“I got to hand it to you Cardozo’s. This is one great movie,” said Lou. “Better than Gone With The Wind or Casablanca.”
“It’s the Citizen Kane of Mexican police documentaries,” said Portia as she focused on squeezing her core muscles around Lou’s cock as it moved deeper into her rectum. Portia exhaled drawing her navel to her spine lifting her rib cage and contracting the muscles to raise her pelvic floor. Once fully contracted, she took a deep exhale then inhaled to intensify her contractions.
“Oh fucking shit, that’s good. Where did you learn to fuck like that?” asked Lou reacting to the sensations that Portia was creating around his penis.
“The Trenton, New Jersey public school system,” said Portia exhaling to release her contractions.
On screen, the scene had changed to show a naked Chelsea sitting at the table signing documents. The voice over announcer offered an explanation.

Overwhelmed by guilt, Chelsea Cooley confessed to her crimes.

On screen, Chelsea, with a bad case of the shakes, missing several teeth from her lower jaw, one eye swollen shut and a badly cut fat lip, looked directly at the camera and began to read aloud in a quivering voice from a document she was holding in front of her.

I, Chelsea Atkins Cooley of Malibu, California, freely and of my own will, confess to the purchase and distribution of five kilograms of cocaine. With the aid of a drug dealer, I planned to smuggle the drugs into the United States. My accomplices were three of my college friends, Beverly Rockland, Cynthia Parsons, and Annette Whiting. We are all members of the Los Angeles, California narco-trafficking gang, Mega 19. Under the guise of our college’s spring break, we journeyed to Cancun where we made contact with Manuel Reyes, a local middleman for the Campo Cartel. Senor Reyes took us to the headquarters Manolo Campo, local head of the cartel where we made our purchase. Senor Reyes was later killed in a shootout with the police after he refused repeated requests to surrender. I wish to offer my heartfelt apologies to the government and people of the Republic of Mexico for the crimes committed by my fellow gang members and myself against their beautiful and gracious country. I would also like to thank the members of the Mexican National Police for their fair and honest treatment.

“It just might have been more believable if Chelsea didn’t look like someone had beat the living shit out of her,” said Wynona taking a break from running her tongue over Mark’s anus as he in turn sucked Esteban’s cock.
“It was a little rough but basically it worked,” said Mike scooting down to allow Carina to rim his anus.
The scene dissolved into one where the camera was looking through cell bars at a large group of male prisoners gathered around four naked females. Men were between their legs thrusting away as the women begged them to stop.
“Isn’t that Chelsea and the others,” asked Portia?
“Dope dealing sluts deserved to be gang fucked,” said Lou recognizing the girls as the camera came in close up of their ruined faces. It was apparent all four had been interrogated by the Captain.
The voice over announcer explained the situation.

Due to a clerical error, Chelsea and the others was mistakenly assigned to a holding cell for male prisoners accused of the crime of rape. Unfortunately the error was not discovered for two days.

On screen the cell door opened and several soldiers entered brandishing guns. They lifted the four females off the floor and drug her away.
“They looked fucked half to death,” said Brad.
“I don’t think you can fuck a girl to death. I don’t care how many cocks she takes,” said Bobby.
“I once read that the Apaches had a way to fuck a white woman to death,” said Zack.
“Now why would it matter if she was white,” asked Katyln?
“Apache women had tougher cunts,” said Zack.
“They probably died of exposure and shock,” said Portia. “Or their chest was compressed by the rapist weight and they smothered to death.”
“The Irish Mob used to kill that way,” said Lou.
“What way,” asked Chloe taking a break from sucking Bobby’s cock?
“Sit on a guy’s chest until he died from lack of oxygen,” said Lou. “You can’t expand your lungs with that much weight pressing down.”
“Nine times out of ten, the corner would call it a heart attack,” said Mike who was busy pumping his cock dog style into Carina.
“My favorite trick of the Winter Hill Gang was to bribe the funeral home to cut off fingers of a corpse right before they closed the coffin. At their next hit, they used the frozen finger to leave prints of the deceased. Drove the cops crazy until they finally figured it out,” said Mike.
“That’s creative, “ said Portia as the camera followed the guards dragging the four almost lifeless girls down a hallway to dump them into a cell with dozens of other tough looking females.
On screen, the scene changed to a large room that appeared to be part of the prison’s dispensary. The four girls dressed in prison garb were huddled together in front of a man wearing a white jacket and stethoscope. Tough looking matrons were standing by the girls. The doctor spoke directly into the camera.

The personal hygiene of the four Americans was poor when they arrived in our facility. When I examined them, I detected head lice and other vermin. In order to keep them from infecting the prisoners and staff, I ordered the removal of all body hair followed by a thorough scrubbing with antiseptics.

Two of the matrons grabbed Annette Whiting, the smallest of the four and sat her down in a straight chair. A matron approached with a pair of barber shears. Annette saw the shears and panicked. She leaped out of the chair and ran for the door. However, she was quickly intercepted. Two matrons held her while a large female prison guard went to work on Annette with her fists. A punch to the side of her jaw caused something white to fly out of her mouth. The camera went in for a close-up of two bloody teeth lying on the tile floor. Annette was thrown back into the chair.
In a matter of minutes, a matron had sheared off all but the last quarter inch of hair. Another matron stepped forward with an electric razor. In the final phase, the matron lathered up Annette’s skull and used a straight razor to remove any remaining hair.
“Fuck, they even shaved her eyebrows,” said Stacy looking at totally bald Annette. Cynthia Parsons had replaced Annette in the barber’s chair.
“Bald women are certainly ugly,” said Lou.
The next scene showed the four naked and now totally bald women in a communal shower being scrubbed with a green soap. At that point the DVD ended.
“We will watch the second DVD tomorrow night,” said Ramón. “It has a branding scene that is extremely well done.”
“So what are we going to do now,” asked Lou?
“Whatever gives you pleasure,” said Ramón standing up. “I intend to fuck Stacia.”
“Or what ever pleases us,” said Esteban positioning Mark on all fours.


Chapter 66 End of the Posse

“This way, Senoritas, por favor,” said Enrique using the barrel of his assault rifle to point in the direction he wanted them to go. The six females belonging to the Posse were sunbathing in the nude on the pool deck when Enrique and three of his security team unexpectedly arrived. Stacy took the fact they were fully armed and aiming guns at them as a sign there was serious trouble. That Enrique was being polite only emphasized the danger.
After a late breakfast, Mike informed her there was an important meeting with the Cardozos and she and the other females should work on their tans.
“I thought I was a member of the Posse,” pouted Stacy as she melted in his arms.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it after its over. If it were up to me, you’d be there but you know what chauvinist Latinos are. To the Cardozo’s, women are only good for one thing,” said Mike before he kissed her and left for the meeting.
After all the sex of the previous day and night everyone was in the mood to relax. The chef prepared an excellent buffet lunch featuring Crab Louis, one of Stacy’s favorites. The women removed their bikinis, coated themselves with tanning oils and napped in the warm sun.
After lunch Stacy noticed the winds picking up and the sea becoming rougher. She watched as the Inca Dream made a sudden one hundred and eighty degree turn then began to accelerate in the other direction.
“What’s happening, Eduardo? Why are we changing course?” asked Stacy of the young cabin boy who was spraying her with chilled Evian Water.
“Hurricane Danica, it has changed course and is picking up speed,” said Eduardo. “The officer of the deck failed to notice a navigation error. However, the captain hopes to outrun it. Senor Esteban is furious. I think the Inca Dream will have a new captain soon.”
“Hopes to,” said Portia. “You mean we might wind up in a hurricane. The morning’s weather report said it was a Category Five. They’re calling it the storm of the century.”
“I am sure there is nothing to worry about. Captain Ortiz is very experienced and he would never do anything to discomfort the Cardozos,” said Eduardo as a strong gust of wind blew across the deck giving Eduardo an excuse to brush the back of her hand across Stacy’s breast.
“Go away, you little devil,” said Stacy laughing.
Stacy and Portia stuck it out for another hour as the sea got rougher and the winds stronger. They had just announced they were going in when Enrique and three of his men arrived.
“Something’s wrong,” whispered Stacy to Portia as they finished putting their suits on and gathered their belongings.
Enrique ordered the few Cardozo females to go to their cabins and remain there until told they could leave.
“Something’s extremely wrong,” repeated Stacy as she slipped on her bikini bottoms.
“Maybe they couldn’t work out mutually acceptable terms and had a falling out,” said Portia picking up the large bag containing her suntan lotion and other personal items.
The ship was starting to pitch wildly as they arrived in the main salon. Stacy recalled how the night before it had been the scene of an orgy following the showing of the documentary. Ramon had suggested the two of them go to his cabin for one on one sex and Stacy agreed.
Once there, she had focused every ounce of sexual energy she possessed to provide him the ultimate sexual experience. Over several hours, they had coupled repeatedly until exhaustion forced them to sleep. When Stacy awoke, Ramon was gone.
“I gave him every ounce of passion I could summon,” said Stacy when she and Portia were discussing the bizarre film and the wild sex that followed.
“It was the kind of movie that could develop a cult following. Monk and Les are talking about going to Cancun on Spring Break and buying some weed. I wish I had a copy of the General’s film to show them,” said Portia.
“Sir Charles said we could keep the money we earned in New York. I was thinking a week in Paris for the two of us,” said Stacy.
“A week getting my pussy eaten by real Frenchmen, what a divine idea,” said Portia.
When the females entered the salon, the enormous plasma screen was displaying the Weather Channel. A green and red ball dominated the ocean off the Florida coast. Arrows indicated Hurricane Danica was heading toward the lower east coast of Florida. Miami was directly in the storm’s path.
“Sit down and be quiet,” said Enrique. Stacy and the others took seats facing the screen.
“What’s wrong, Enrique,” asked Portia?
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” said Enrique.
It was at that moment Barbara Somers appeared bringing a shocked Stacy to her feet. The black wig and different make-up had been an effective disguise. She was carrying a semi-automatic pistol. Stacy recognized the make, Sig Sauer.
“Sit down, Serena, rather Stacy,” said Barbara walking quickly up to Stacy and slapping her back into the heavily padded chair.
Portia started to leap toward Barbara but one of Enrique’s men blocked her path using his rifle to throw her back into the chair.
“What the fuck’s going on,” demanded Wynona?
“Hello everyone, my name is Barbara Somers. Stacy and I are old friends. She used to work for me. I’ve got some video for you to watch,” said Barbara handing Enrique a DVD.
It was only a few minutes before the Weather Channel was replaced by the gloomy interior of Raymond Serrentino’s office. Mr. Serrentino was seated at his desk waiting. Three stocky men brought a struggling nun screaming curses into the room, threw her on the desk and started slapping her as they ripped her clothes off. The nun’s provocative underwear came into view along with Stacy’s red hair.
“First one to recognize the nun wins a prize,” said Barbara.
“Big fucking deal, that’s Stacy as a red head,” said Wynona after a few minutes of watching the nun being stripped then mounted by one of the men.
“Right, and for your answer you win an easy death,” said Barbara raising her pistol and shooting Wynona in the chest. The noise was deafening. Except for Stacy and Portia, the other women panicked and ran toward the exit.
Enrique stepped forward to slam his gun butt into Chloe’s stomach. She felt to the deck and doubled over holding her abdomen. One of the other guards grabbed Veronika by her blonde ponytail and proceeded to smash her face against a bulkhead. Blood spurted from her broken nose as she crumpled to the floor. The largest of the men landed a hard fist to the jaw stopping Katyln in her tracks. Stacy saw something fly out of Katyln’s mouth and land at her feet. When Stacy looked down, a bloody molar was spinning on the inlaid teak deck.
On screen, one of the men was between the nun’s legs pounding his cock in her vagina. Her legs were wrapped around his waist responding in very un nun like fashion. Mr. Serrentino was gleefully looking on encouraging his men to be brutal.
“Fuck me harder, you Wop bastard,” screamed Sister Serena. With her ankles locked together she was pulling him into her pussy each time he thrust forward. The men moved the Sister until her head was hanging off the side of the desk, crown toward the floor.
“This’ll shut the whore up,” said one of the men placing his cock in Stacy’s mouth and thrusting his hips forward. The security camera caught the rise and fall of her throat as his penis entered and retreated from her gullet. Sister Serena was squirming in pain as the third man pulled and twisted her nipples.
“She’s a fighter. Show her whose boss,” cackled Mr. Serrentino from behind his desk.
“Stacy, get them back in their seats before I shoot another one,” ordered Barbara brandishing her gun at Stacy and Portia.
Stacy struggled with a hysterical Chloe guiding her back into her chair. Portia and a bleeding Veronika managed to get a sobbing Katyln seated.
“Calm down, Chloe,” said Stacy holding the girl. Chloe quieted after a few moments. Stacy relaxed and stood up returning to her seat. Wynona moaned drawing Chloe’s attention. Barbara’s bullet had missed her heart but punctured a lung. Wynona’s labored breath was making a whistling sound as it exited the hole in her chest.
“She’s not dead. Someone call 911,” screamed Chloe rushing to kneel by Wynona.
“Oh, no problem,” said Barbara taking several steps toward Wynona’s supine form then firing directly into her face. Her shot exploded Wynona’s skull bathing Chloe in blood and tissue.
Chloe began to shriek, long, loud cries of a woman terrified beyond reason.
“Quiet, Chloe,” urged Stacy trying to calm her.
But Barbara calmly stepped between Stacy and Chloe, placed the gun against Chloe’s temple and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered the nearest bulkhead.
“Shit, that is going to be one fucking mess to clean up,” said Enrique. “Don’t shoot anymore of them in here, Barbara. Ramon doesn’t like messes and he plans to do the women once he’s finished with the men.“
“All right, as long as they behave,” said Barbara reluctantly.
“What’s going on? Why are you doing this,” asked Veronika?
“I suppose the rest of you are wondering what this is all about. Last month, Mike Cabreeze arranged for a disguised Stacy to come to New York where she convinced me she was a hooker on the run from LA for killing her boyfriend. It was all a setup,” said Barbara.
“That’s a lie. Stacy was with me all last month and we weren’t in New York and we can prove it,” said Portia.
“That’s a bullshit lie, Portia, and you know it. Stacy danced and gave blowjobs by day and escorted at night. She used her pussy to bribe one of the security guards to take her upstairs to Mr. Serrentino’s office where she concealed a couple of these,” said Barbara holding up her pistol.
“You’re wrong,” said Stacy. “It wasn’t me.”
“Cut the crap, you two. By the way, Stacy, that idiot Tice is no longer among the living. After he told us about all the wonderful things you did to him with Sounds, we stuck some things up his dick he didn’t enjoy as much. Stacy drugged Tice and while he was out she hid the weapons. We found this one behind the commode,” said Barbara. “Nice fucking gun.”
“That’s got nothing to do with me. Zack and I are divorced,” said Katyln. I’m just here because Zack said it would be fun to be on a big yacht.”
“And it has been fun up till now. I suppose your death can be attributed to being in the wrong place at the wrong time,” said Barbara.
“I don’t want to die,” sobbed Katyln.
“Too bad, honey. But we all got to go someday. When Mr. Serrentino asked me to have the new dancer come upstairs for a little role-play, Stacy was more than willing. I dressed her as a nun. Mr. Serrentino got off on watching his boys work over one of the Brides of Christ. It was something he took away from twelve years of parochial school. As you can see from the video, the security camera in the ceiling captured, she took her beating and rape like a good whore and when she was alone with Mr. Serrentino, well, you’ll see.”
The men had left a bruised and bleeding Stacy lying across the desk. Mr. Serrentino stood up and unzipped his pants. He leaned over and whispered something to Stacy. She climbed down off the desk and knelt before a now seated Raymond Serrentino. Everyone was watching intently as Stacy began to suck his cock.
“I got to hand it to you, Stacy. You are one hell of a cocksucker. The last three girls I sent to Mr. Serrentino couldn’t get him off. He left his boys work them over. Put one of them in the hospital for a week,” said Barbara.
It was several minutes before Mr. Serrentino orgasmed then climaxed back into his chair asleep. Stacy reached back under the desk to remove a pistol identical to one in Barbara’s hand. Stacy walked slowly around behind a sleeping Mr. Serrentino. She put the pistol down on the credenza then unhooked the gold chain from around her waist.
Stacy recalled Sir Charles had suggested that if possible she strangle Mr. Serrentino rather than shoot him since gunshots would bring his bodyguards running.
“Is that really you, Stacy,” asked Veronika, as the on screen Stacy wrapped the gold chain around a sleeping Mr. Serrentino’s neck then placed her knee against the back of his chair and pulled. There was a minimum of struggle before the old man slumped forward. Stacy checked his pulse to confirm he was dead.
“This is a case of mistaken identity. Stacy couldn’t kill anybody. We’re college students not murderers. Maybe someone who wants to implicate Cabreeze disguised an assassin as Stacy,” said Portia desperately trying to confuse matters.
“Shut the fuck up, Portia. We know you were part of it. It might interest you to know Stacia turned out to be a real moneymaker primarily because she is a cock crazy slut who loves dick more than anyone I’ve met in a long time. She swings both way, too but I you whores know that.”
“What’s going to happen to us,” asked Veronika?
“It’s up to Ramon and Esteban but the smart money is on a very long and excruciatingly painful death. The Cardozos loved and respected Mr. Serrentino. And when Stacy strangled the old man like he was a piece of garbage, they made it their personal mission to find out who was responsible and make them pay,” said Barbara.
“Let me go. I won’t say anything. You can do what you want with Stacy and Portia,” said Katyln.
“I’m afraid its not going to work that way but if you’re lucky, they’ll shoot you in the head after they give you to the crew,” said Barbara.
“I don’t care who I have to fuck. Please let us go,” said Veronika.
“So why do you believe Mike Cabreeze was responsible,” asked Portia stalling for time.
“The Cardozos figured the person with the most to gain was Mike Cabreeze. He had already approached Ramon with an offer to take over distribution once Raymond passed from the scene. But it wasn’t until I saw Stacy on the pool deck I figured out she was really Serena and told the Cardozos. Then we knew for sure Cabreeze had ordered her to assassinate Mr. Serrentino.”
“That’s got nothing to do with us. Zack and I weren’t involved. Let us go. Do whatever you want with Mike and Stacy,” said Katyln holding her jaw, occasionally spitting blood into a napkin.
“Ramon and Esteban don’t see it that way. In their eyes, all members of Mike’s Posse are equally guilty,” said Barbara. “They consider it a blood feud that extends to the families of the Posse. Cardozo’s men are seeing to that back in Cambridge. There’s going to be a lot of bodies floating in the Atlantic before the sun sets.”
“Wives and children, too,” asked Stacy thinking of a serious looking young girl in her communion dress?
“Esteban and Ramon are very thorough,” said Barbara.
“Where are Zack and the others,” asked Katyln?
“You’ll know in a minute. This is almost done. Enrique get ready to switch the feed to downstairs,” said Barbara.
As the security film ended a now clothed Serena was shooting Sallie and the three bodyguards then exiting the room.
“You are one hell of a fucking shot,” said Barbara. “Go ahead, Enrique.”
Enrique opened a sliding cabinet door hiding a bank of electronic controls. He flipped several switches to change the input from the DVD player to the video camera located in the ship’s torture and interrogation cabin. The screen flickered and the scene shifted to below decks.

***

“Barbara, are we on,” asked Ramon Cardozo his face filling the large screen? From nearby could be heard the full-throated screams of someone in terrible pain. He was wearing a white lab coat and there were safety glasses perched above his forehead.
“Loud and clear, Ramon,” said Barbara looking into the tripod mounted camera Enrique’s assistant had set up. “I see you’ve already started with the entertainment.”
“Yes, Esteban was most anxious to try out some new equipment. How did everything go up there,” asked Ramon?
“I had to cap two of them, Wynona and Chloe. Wynona to get everyone’s attention and Chloe for getting on my nerves,” said Barbara.
“Save Stacy and Portia for Esteban and me. We have something very special planned for those two,” said Ramon.
“Understood, Ramon,” said Enrique.
“What are your plans for Katyln and Veronika,” asked Barbara?
“Bring them here to start. If you’re inclined, you can supervise their punishment,” said Ramon. “Esteban has new technology that amplifies pain. I’m sure you’ll find it most interesting.”
“I’d love to. That’s very kind of you and Esteban, thank you,” said Barbara.
“Put Stacia on camera,” said Ramon.
One of the guards focused the camera on a seated Stacy as Enrique used a remote to split the screen so both Stacy and Ramon were on screen side by side.
“Stacia, you were spectacular last night. As a whore, you are one in a million. Your painful death will sadden me,” said Ramon.
“We could fuck that way every night if you let me live,” said Stacy. “And Portia could make it a three way.”
“I’m sure that would be marvelous but I have my duty to the memory of a great man, Raymond Ignatius Serrentino,” said Ramon. “Stacia, I want you to know Raymond Serrentino was a man I loved and deeply respected. My brother shares my feelings. Raymond was the one who gave us the funds to start our business.”
“Loss of someone who has been important in your life is always painful. Are you sure Portia and I can’t help you get beyond your grief,” asked Stacy. Having two bright and attractive Harvard girls in the cartel would give you an added dimension.”
“I’m afraid your wit is useless in this situation. It pains us he was assassinated by a murdering slut acting under the orders of a small town policeman. Before this day is out, I’m going to cut off your incredibly beautiful breasts a thin slice at a time, Portia, too. Esteban and I have devised a very detailed and lengthy regimen that will make you beg for a death that never seems to arrive. Your lover, Portia, will be there beside you suffering the same fate.”
“Ramon, maybe we better put a hold on this until the weather calms down,” said Barbara responding to the fact that the ship was starting to pitch back and forth and she was having a hard time standing.
“Captain Ortiz says we’re going to be in the clear soon. Don’t concern yourself. Enrique, keep Stacia and the others there until we finish with the Posse,” said Ramon.
“I will, Ramon,” said Enrique.
“And keep the video feed enabled. I’m sure, the ladies want to watch what happens to Cabreeze’s Posse,” said Ramon. “Esteban, lets begin with the usual.”
Ramon retreated from the camera. The camera operator changed the focus to capture the entire area. Stacy and Portia leaned forward curious to see the interrogation facility that had been so secret even Sir Charles had been unable to determine with certainty what it contained.
The bulkheads were a gleaming white. The cabinets and fixtures were stainless steel. The ceiling of the room contained a large oval track controlling a movable metal railing. There was a matching track and railing on the bottom deck. The six Posse members were suspended like sides of beef hanging by their wrists from the top railing. Their ankles were restrained in metal cuffs to the bottom railing. Arms and legs were spread at a forty-five degree angle. A hidden mechanism adjusted the tension uniformly. In spite of the differences in height, each man was painfully and identically stretched.
“This is the third torture rack I have designed for the Inca Dream, each a great improvement over the other,” said Ramon obviously proud of his creation. “It embodies all the possibilities of a medieval rack enhanced by modern technology. Allow Esteban and I to demonstrate its efficiency in performing electrical torture.”
Stacy and Portia watched as Esteban and Ramon took a position at one end of the oval rack. Esteban also clad in a white lab coat was holding a lance with a forked tip. An electrical plug connected it to a nearby outlet.
“The lance provides sufficient voltage to cause extreme pain but at an amperage that does not kill. However, it makes you wish you were dead,” said Esteban holding up the three-foot rod. He held it in hand protected by a thick rubber glove.
Ramon pushed a button on the remote control. There was a whirring sound and Lou was moved into position at the end of the oval in front of the brothers.
“Don’t,” was all Lou managed before Esteban touched the fork to his left nipple and pressed a trigger in the lance’s handle. Lou’s body shook violently as the current passed though his body. As Lou’s scream’s subsided, Esteban touched the other nipple.
“Naturally, the penis is very sensitive,” said Esteban capturing Lou’s cock in the fork and raising it slightly before he pressed the trigger. Lou’s cries filled the salon as Stacy and the others watched.
“And of course, the testicles are equally if not more sensitive,” said Esteban placing the twin tines of the fork around one of Lou’s balls.
Portia gritted her teeth as Lou bellowed in pain. I had his balls in my mouth not that many hours ago realized Portia. Lou was an awful bastard but he didn’t deserve to be tortured this way.
While Lou was still screaming, Ramon used the remote to move the track and Brad became the next Posse member to experience the lance. After Brad, they moved quickly through the other members.
“Zack,” screamed Katyln recognizing her business partner and ex husband when his turn came.
“You heard Ramon, Katyln. I get to do the same to you when we take you below. I’m going to stick that lance in your cunt and pull the trigger,” said Barbara. After that, I’ll go to work on your asshole.”
“Don’t do this, Esteban. You’re passing up billions,” said Mike before Esteban pressed the trigger. Esteban took his time with Mike applying the lance to both armpits and repeatedly to his privates. Mike was forward semi-conscious by the time they arrived by at Lou.
“The next step is castration,” said Ramon kneeling to loop a thin metal cable around Lou’s testicles. Lou was pleading for them to stop as Ramon pressed another button. The cable quickly tightened around a take up reel. Lou’s testicles were stretch to the verge of being ripped off.
“There is a tradition in Columbia that the first thing you do with a traitor is take his manhood,” said Esteban walking toward Lou with a scalpel and a small plastic bucket. “Then as he suffers great pain, he will also know that he is not suffering as a man.”
“I told you we had nothing to do with killing Serrentino,” screamed Lou. “Sure we wanted to be the distributors but that doesn’t mean we strangled him,” said Lou.
Esteban ignored Lou’s protest. He placed the yellow pail under Lou then used the razor sharp scalpel to slice open Lou’s scrotum. He reached in the blood sack to remove the two small clumps of tissue. Esteban deftly sliced through the connecting tissues allowing the testicles to fall into the pall making a small splat as they landed.
“Any idea how many sets of nuts the Cardozo’s have chopped off, Enrique,” asked Barbara?
“No idea, Senora, but there are more than a few men in my country walking around without their balls thanks to Ramon and Esteban,” said Enrique.
Ramon appeared with a cauterizing instrument he applied to the incision. There was a hiss and a small puff of smoke as the red-hot tip seared the two edges of flesh.
“Maybe, I’ll cut your clit up and keep it as a souvenir,” said Barbara to a terrified Katyln and Veronika.
It was Mark’s turn to be gelded.
“Oh God, please don’t,” begged Mark as Esteban approached. “I don’t know anything about who killed Raymond Serrentino.”
“I am afraid, pretty boy, you are guilty by association,” said Esteban leaning down to slit open Mark’s scrotum. In spite of the pain, Mark did not faint as Esteban’s fingers entered his sack to remove his testicles. He did scream however as he felt them being cut away. Other members of the Posse, driven by terror, joined in his screams.
Esteban dropped the severed flesh in a plastic pail. Ramon cauterized the incision. Mark screamed then passed out.
Esteban and Ramon continued on to Brad and then his brother Bobby. Both men fainted after their wounds were cauterized.
“God no,” said Katyln when it became Zack’s turn. She passed out on the deck when Esteban held up Zack’s bloody testicles. Only Mike was left.
“We have something special planned for you, Michael,” said Ramon as Esteban rolled a strange looking device mounted on a cart to where it was directly in front of him. “This is new.”
“Look, Ramon, Stacy Todd couldn’t have killed anybody. She’s nothing but a whore, a slut who loves to fuck. You’ve seen that yourself,” said Mike as Esteban positioned his balls between the jaws of the two vise-like devices. Next he tightened both vises until Mike’s testicles were slightly compressed. Mike desperately kept on pleading.
“You not thinking clearly, Ramon. Someone must have disguised herself as Stacy. For God’s sake, she’s a fucking Harvard student,” said Mike.
“Say goodbye to your balls, Michael,” said Esteban as he pressed a red button on the cart. Mike’s screams grew louder and louder as each vise slowly closed flattening his testicles.
Mike’s pain was so real and his screams so loud Barbara and Enrique were staring at the screen not watching her or Stacy. Portia saw her chance. She slipped her hand inside the large beach bag and found the remote trigger disguised within the top of a bottle of tanning lotion.
On screen, Mike was going crazy with the pain. His screams filled the salon. Enrique increased the volume. Portia pushed the arming switch then pressed the trigger. For ten seconds, nothing happened then they heard a boom that kept getting louder. All of a sudden the furnishings and people of the salon were propelled into the air.
Portia’s bomb had blown out the bottom of the boat. People in the ship’s hold and below deck were killed instantly.
Stacy had watched Portia arm and trigger the bomb out of the corner of her eye. It’s now or never Stacy told herself as she picked herself off the deck and leaped on a stunned Barbara. Stacy felt her elbow go numb as it smashed Barbara’s jaw. She grabbed the Sig Sauer from her hand.
Enrique was raising his weapon to fire as Stacy snapped off a single shot that struck Enrique in the mouth. Stacy’s second shot landed in the center of his chest. Stacy’s second bullet struck the cameraman in the thigh as she took cover behind one of the turned over couches.
The cameraman trashed around on the deck screaming and holding his shattered leg. The other two guards had recovered enough to fire long bursts in Stacy’s direction. Bits of leather and upholstery filled the air. When their magazines emptied, Stacy leaped from behind the couch taking both men out with a single shot to the chest. Stacy stood up, took aim at the cameraman and fired a single shot to his chest.
A blow to the back of her head stunned Stacy dropping her to the floor. Her pistol hit the deck spinning out of reach. She felt someone land on her back.
“Fucking kill you bitch,” said Barbara planting her weight on Stacy. Barbara’s arms wrapped around Stacy’s head twisting her neck to break it. Just when Stacy felt like her neck was about to snap, Barbara slumped forward off her. Stacy rolled over to find Portia holding the bloody ceramic knife she had just passed across Barbara’s throat.
When Stacy got to her feet, she saw that both Katyln and Veronika were dead, killed by the panicked spray of the security guards’ bullets.
“We got to go. This baby is going down,” said Portia pulling Stacy’s arm. “But first I need to get something.”
“Me too, this,” said Stacy picking up one of the guard’s assault rifles and inserting a full magazine. Stacy followed Portia to the salon where the art was located. Portia began ripping paintings off the bulkhead.
“We don’t have time for that,” said Stacy noting that the deck was slowly slanting to one side.
“Just the great ones,” said Portia grabbing a small painting and tucking it under her arm.
“Come on. Art is not worth dying for,” said Stacy. The Inca Dream was listing strongly to port.
“Just one more, it’s a Velasquez,” said Portia pulling a large oil painting off the wall and handing it to Stacy. “You’ll have to carry this one.”
Stacy had expected to see more of the crew when they ran out on the deck where the life rafts were stored. But it was empty. Reynolds later theorized the force of the explosion had killed most of the crew who were in their quarters below deck hiding from the hurricane.
Waves were breaking over the port side as Stacy released the raft and prepared to climb in. Portia pulled the lanyard causing the raft to inflate.
“Hold it a second, Portia,” said Stacy watching a hysterical half naked Carina run toward them. Stacy grabbed the former Miss Universe, clipped her in the jaw then dumped her into the raft. Waves were coming over the side as Portia and Stacy climbed in the small opening of the covered raft. Portia turned the release handle allowing the raft to slide into the sea.
They watched as the Inca Dream turned upside down then slipped below the surface. No other life rafts were launched. Stacy and Portia carefully sealed the Winslow raft as Hurricane Danica arrived in full force. For the next forty-eight hours the three women clung to one another as the raft bounced through mountainous waves.


Chapter 67 Penance

“How was it out there today, Sam,” asked Stacy as she helped Sam out of his coveralls.
“Frustrating, ran out of replacement parts, Danica must have took out every transformer in Dade County. But we’ll get there,” replied Sam wearily. He had just come off an exhausting twelve-hour shift repairing the local power grid.
“Let’s get in the shower. I’ll wash your back,” said Stacy pulling his sweat-stained undershirt over his head.
“We got hot water,” asked Sam? The hotel showers had only produced cold water since he arrived from Virginia. Sam and his partner Beryl worked for VEPCO, Virginia Electric Power Company. They had volunteered to go to Miami and help restore power to the millions of home that had lost it due to Hurricane Danica.
“Portia and I persuaded the FEMA director to devote one of those portable turbine generators to the hotel,” said Stacy bending down to unlace his boots.
“Old Charlie’s a pisser. He wouldn’t help his own mother unless he was authorized by Washington,” said Sam.
“Stacy made Charlie an offer he couldn’t refuse,” said Portia from the adjoining room where she was helping Beryl undress.
“It was no big deal, a simple half and half,” said Stacy laughing. “Besides Charlie’s not so bad. He just can’t get past the red tape without an incentive.”
“The incentive was the two of us at the same time,” said Portia slipping Beryl’s shorts down his hairy legs. His already hard cock sprung free when the elastic waistband freed it. “Oh, is that for me,” asked Portia gently wrapping her hand around the swollen shaft and stroking it.
“You bet it is, honey. I been thinking about you all day,” said Beryl.
“Lets shower then I’ll do that thing you like so much,” said Portia referring to his desire to receive oral sex while Portia inserted several fingers in his rectum.
“You girls are awfully nice to take off from school and come here to help us out,” said Sam kissing Stacy as she stroked his hardon.
“Portia and I feel like it’s the right thing to do,” said Stacy reaching into the shower to turn on the water. “Don’t we, Portia?”
“That and we love to fuck working stiffs,” said Portia lathering up Beryl’s penis.
After a night of bobbing in the ocean, the girls woke up to a horizon view of Miami’s skyscrapers. Some determined rowing aided by the prevailing winds and currents inched them closer until by twilight their high tech life raft touched ashore. They managed to scramble up over the damaged sea wall carrying the rescued artworks.
They found incredible destruction left by the hurricane. The ocean front buildings were heavily damaged if not completely destroyed. They wandered down dark and deserted Collins Avenue. Finally in the distance they saw lights. They hurried toward them arriving at the front of the Eden Roc hotel. Temporary lighting powered by generators illuminated the front of the hotel.
The venerable Eden Roc had survived the storm much better than newer buildings. Only the upper floors were damaged. FEMA had commandeered the hotel as their headquarters for the recovery efforts. Hundreds of police and National Guard along with state and federal emergency workers were just arriving.
After recounting to the police, their tale of being the only survivors of a yacht lost to Hurricane Danica, they volunteered to help the understaffed recovery effort.
Stacy and Portia borrowed a satellite phone to inform Sir Charles they were very much alive. He immediately offered to send a plane for them but both girls felt they should stay and help.
“We feel awful about the loss of life when the Inca Dream went down,” said Portia.
“So to make up for it in a small way, we’d like to help out the victims of Danica,” said Stacy.
“How do you plan to help,” asked Sir Charles?
“This place is full of hard working men who need occasional sex to help them relax,” said Portia.
“And we’re going to man the Help Hotline when we’re not on our backs,” added Stacy.
Sir Charles arranged for Carina to return to her native Brazil. Reynolds arrived to take the nearly one billion dollars of art, the girls had saved, back to Boston where Sir Charles planned to anonymously donate it to museums.
Portia and Stacy spent a busy month maintaining the morale of the volunteers at the Eden Roc. While back in Massachusetts, media frenzy broke loose as Sir Charles fed selected dossiers from Mike’s files to the press.

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