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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
Maria's Weekend
Visitor's Sample
by James Dawson © 1998
Maria had dreaded this weekend. Though she didn't have any idea what was going to happen, she just felt that it was going to be bad. The cards were all stacked against her and there just wasn't much she could do about it. It was a dream job for her and she simply couldn't risk losing it. It had been none other than Father Ricardo himself who had recommended her. He knew how poor her family was, and knew that the American family would pay her enough to look after all of them, which they did. She also got to live in their beautiful vacation home year round and only really had to work as the maid and housekeeper when they or their guests were there. But this weekend it wasn't the family who were going to be there. It was just the son, David, and his friend Rick. David was a student at UCLA and it was spring break and he and Rick were going to run around in the sunshine. And she had to be there for them.
While Maria liked the family, she'd never been very comfortable around David. He was only a couple of years older than she and was not as devout as the rest of them. She did not like the way he looked at her, the same way common men in the street did. Like most men, David seemed to stare at her big breasts. Big, in fact, was an understatement and she wished she could have them reduced like she'd heard of other women doing. They were nothing but a source of pain and embarrassment to her and she did her best to hide them.
Her worst fears had soon started to seem true when no sooner had David and Rick walked in the door then things got uncomfortable. They brought in several cases of beer and told her to stock up the fridge. David had barked at her as though she were a dog. They also had several large bottles of Tequila- never a good thing as far as she was concerned. She could feel them watch her as she walked through the room like lions crouching in the tall grass. No sooner had she put their stuff away then fear set in and she decided the best thing to do was to try to leave them. She put away the last of their things and went back out into the living room and told them her mother was ill and that she had to go back home.
"No way, no fucking way," " said David, shocking her with his bluntness. "You know how much we fucking pay you? We're hardly ever here."
Maria didn't know how to respond. She stood speechless for a moment.
"Let someone else look after her," David continued, his voice harsh and cold, "you're staying here to look after us."
"Well...I..." she stammered.
"Well nothing!" he said. "And let me tell you, you're walking on some pretty fucking thin ice around here anyway."
Maria's eyes widened. "Wha...?"
"Well, we've been talking about letting you go and bringing in a couple...you know so there's always a man here to do hard jobs and stuff."
"I do everything," Maria replied, her voice suddenly panicky. "I need no help..." Her eyes darted back and forth between them.
David looked at her for a moment and then slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. He looked up to face her again. "Yeah, that may be, but we could easily get a nice older couple in here for what we pay you..." he said. "How long do you think it would take me to find someone? What, ten whole minutes?" He laughed. He motioned for Rick to take a seat.
"Please," she said, suddenly totally deflated. Her eyes suddenly began to dart across the room. She was completely thrown by David's rudeness. She could feel her world collapsing.
"We're going to be here all weekend," David continued, "and we expect some fucking service." He smiled at her. "And I DO mean service..."
Maria's face reddened at his harsh words. She could feel all control disappearing. She could not even imagine losing this job.
"We want our beer cold, our tequila served with salt and lime, and our meals all planned, cooked and served," he continued, "understand?" Maria could only nod slowly as the situation sank in.
"What?" said David, mockingly putting a hand to his ear as though he were hard of hearing.
"Yes," she said.
"Yes, SIR," he replied.
"Yes...sir..." she gulped out.
"Good, now that's better." He motioned to Rick, "and that goes for Rick here too."
She looked over at David's friend, but couldn't meet his glaring eyes. "Y...yes...sir..."
"Great," said Rick with a smile.
David leaned forward and got back to his feet. He slowly walked up to where the frightened girl was standing. She cowered as he approached. "I'm glad that we got that settled," he said. "I hope we can have a nice weekend without any more hassles." He moved right up to her and stared at her. "Do we understand?" His voice dripped with patronizing tone. Maria could only nod her head. She tried not to choke.
"You know I've always liked you, Maria and I'd hate to see you go," he continued, "because not only are you a nice girl...but you're such a pretty girl too." He turned to Rick. "Don't you think?"
"Yes," said Rick with a smile that suddenly became eager. He leaned forward in his chair and the room suddenly became tense. The air became thick.
She didn't respond, but shifted on her feet under their stares. She could feel the slight dampness of sweat beginning to form. She didn't know what to do. She just stood there.
David reached up and touched her hair. She steeled herself to keep from flinching. He moved around behind her and turned her so that she was facing Rick directly. David pulled her hair back away from her face. "Isn't she pretty," he repeated, his voice low and suddenly thick.
Maria began to feel panicky. Her heart began to pound and her breath began to come in short takes.
David walked back around in front of her. "And how about her body?" he continued, his eyes running up and down her voluptuous frame.
"Yeah," replied Rick, "it looks incredible..."
They stared at her for a moment as the thick tension bore down on the room as though someone was screwing the roof down tighter and tighter. She tried to swallow but found her throat dry. She could feel heat coming from them as David moved in closer and then went behind her again. Her heart pounded and her eyes flicked across the floor as she waited... She flinched uncontrollably when she felt both of David's hands land on each of her shoulders. They sat there for a moment and then moved down the outside of her arms, slowly sliding all the way down to her elbows. She felt his fingers wrap around her elbow and he slowly pulled them backward, pulling her arms and hands back with them. He kept pulling until her hands were dangling behind her and in front of him, making her arch her back until her big breasts stuck out in front of her. He kept moving until her head was forced all the way back onto the front of his left shoulder. "P...please..." she whimpered as his tight grip started to hurt. As her breasts were forced farther and farther out, her position became humiliating. She was on crude display. "What did I tell you," said David to his friend.
"You were right..."
He leaned his face into her. "Your body is another reason we're down here this weekend, Maria," he said finally. "I want you to do me a little favor...okay?" She could hardly move. Her mind was spinning at the sudden turn of events.
He suddenly tugged at her arms painfully. "Okay?" he repeated, more forcefully.
"Y...yes..." she replied.
He released her and walked back around in front of her. She rubbed her arms but otherwise could hardly move. It was as if her feet had been nailed to the floor.
"A friend of ours back at school is an artist," said David, "and he needs a model."
"Yeah," said Rick, with a little laugh, which caused David to laugh as well. The sound made her face flush. Her nerves started to ripple.
"Now, you're perfect for what he needs," David continued, "and we can't take you to L.A., so we want you to pose for some nice pictures here. Okay?"
Maria started to feel like she was sinking into a hole.
"OKAY?"
"Y...yes..." she replied.
"Good," said David looking her up and down again. "Have you ever done any modeling before?"
"N...no..." She closed her eyes in shame. This was a nightmare.
"Hummmmmmmm...well that's okay," he said. He smiled at her. "We'll coach you." He laughed, causing Rick to chuckle as well. He stared at her up and down, making her instinctively cross her arms in front of her.
"I think we'll do them out by the pool," he turned to Rick, "sound good?"
"Yeah," said Rick with a look of sudden excitement. "Sounds perfect."
David looked back at Maria. She looked increasingly helpless as she stood in front of them.
"Do you know why you're perfect?" he asked with a smile that made Maria look away. She shook her head. "Well, because he's been looking for a girl with really big tits," he said, "and you've got about the biggest tits I've ever seen." The two guys laughed as she turned bright red and raised a hand up to her face in mortal shame. Her eyes welled up with tears and she looked as though she might choke. They let her stew for a terrible moment.
"So, we're going to need you to take off your top," he said.
Maria didn't move. She just felt sick.
"In fact," he smiled broadly, his eyes once again moving up and down her. "I think we're going to have you take off ALL your clothes." They laughed again at the stunned look on her face. Her teary eyes widened in horror. She was paralyzed as gony and shame suddenly cascaded over her. This was her worst nightmare suddenly shaping up before her. The guys' laughter pelted her like darts.
"And I think we might as well get started right now," continued David, suddenly excited himself. He looked over to his friend. "Get your camera out, Dude." He looked back at Maria. "I think we should go out by the pool. Do you have a swimsuit?" He smiled, "at least to start with?" They laughed.
"N...no..." she uttered. "P...please...I couldn't....not..." Her face was a mask of horror and confusion. "It's not right..." She looked down at the floor and again covered her face in shame as she began to cry.
They let her cry for a moment and then David got to his feet and walked right up to her.
"Oh, yes," he said, his voice low and heavy. "It's VERY fucking right." He suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and jerked her teary face up to face his. "Now I'm only going to make this clear one last time," he said forcefully. "You either do exactly, and I mean FUCKING EXACTLY, what I tell you to...or I will throw your ass out on the fucking street for good."
Her eyes became huge with fear as she stared at him. "Because I can have you thrown in fucking jail if I want," he continued, "you know how this government feels about people like us who put so much money into this shitty little fucking village."
Maria did know. The whole village had come to serve the wealthy vacation trade.
"And," said David with a cruel smile, "I'll bet the local cops would have some fun with you for a weekend." A shudder of fear ran through her. Yes, she knew that too. She'd heard the horror stories.
She shut her eyes to block out what was happening. It was all swirling around her and she began to feel numb and dizzy.
"So I don't want to hear any more shit from you," said David, shaking her back to reality. "Is that clear?"
She slowly nodded her head.
"Yes, SIR," he said, still gripping her hair.
"Y...yes...sir..."
"Good," said David, releasing her. "I'm glad we understand each other again." He smiled at her. "So, why don't you just go take off everything...and put on a T-shirt or something. Let's give it some drama."
Maria stood dumbfounded for a moment. But she only had to think for a second about her family and realized there was no decision. Her head bowed under the weight of it.
"Go on," said David. "we'll wait for you out by the pool...and remember...nothing on underneath..."
Maria sat on the edge of her bed, holding a large T-shirt in her hands and cried. She had no choice but to submit to whatever David wanted. She knew many women in her position had to have sex with their employers just to keep their jobs. It was common. She'd been so thankful that she'd found such a nice, religious family. But now, suddenly, it was all different. She didn't know if David might make good on his promise of getting her fired, or worse, but it was a chance she couldn't take. It would be too easy for him to find a replacement. He could claim that she stole something- and who would his family- or the police- believe? It was hopeless.
She wiped the tears away and stood up and began to take off her clothes. Maybe he would just take some pictures and that would be that, she hoped to herself. She prayed. She prayed for strength as she pulled her pants and panties down her smooth legs. She quickly put the T-shirt over her naked body. Even alone she couldn't bear to be nude. It felt terribly dirty. She gripped the bottom of the shirt in her stiff fingers. There was something in David's manner that frightened her. He'd always made her uncomfortable, but now suddenly he seemed much, much worse. He seemed cruel. She got down on her knees and prayed once again and despite her best efforts, her mind flashed back that horrible day almost two years before, a day that had haunted her ever since. She'd always been self-conscious, especially about her huge breasts, but after her terrible encounter she'd wanted to become a nun. It had been an otherwise beautiful day, and she remembered the fresh smell of summer. She'd been on her way home from the market, she'd accidentally encountered a group of drunk men on a quiet side street. It was a day she'd tried to forget ever since it had happened, but the images had managed to creep into her nightmares, causing her to wake up sweating with her heart pounding.
Evening had just begun to fall and she'd been in a hurry to get home with the bag of shopping and in her haste, she'd not even been really looking where she was going when she suddenly found her path blocked. The smell of stale tequila suddenly invaded her nostrils as she looked up to see a foul looking man smiling down at her. She'd tried to step past him, but had made the mistake of going inside rather than outside of him, suddenly finding herself in the entrance to an dank alley where two other, equally nasty, men had confronted her, quickly surrounding her and backing her up against a wall. They had obviously all been drinking for a long time and the horrible smell of alcohol was mixed with the stink of stale urine and garbage from the alley. They had eyed her up and down like starving animals and she'd pleaded with them to let her go, but once they'd seen the huge bulges under her shirt, they'd started to make comments about them. They began to ask her rude questions. Was she married? Had she ever been with a man? Was she pregnant? Is that why her tits were so big? She had burst into tears and had pleaded with them to let her go.
Finally they said they'd let her go if she opened her blouse and showed them her breasts. She'd tried to run, but her effort only made them laugh and they pushed her right back up against the wall. One of them had pulled out a knife and threatened to cut her shirt off and make her walk home without it. She'd had no choice and almost vomited as the drunken men had stepped back to watch her unbutton her blouse. Each button has seemed to take an eternity to undo until finally she held it open for them, exposing her big white bra. The men stared for seveal minutes. They laughed and made bets on how much each breast weighed. The drunk with the knife had stepped forward and placed the blade right between her breasts and, with a quick flick, cut right between the cups, making the bra burst loose and her huge tits spring forward. He'd cut the rest of it away from her and then pulled ehr shirt wide open do gaze down at her incredible mammaries. The other men had crowded around to see as well and after a moment they held her against the wall and began to maul her nude tits with their rough hands, making her cry out in anguish. Fortunately, her cries had been heard by two other men walking past who'd stepped in a rescued her. She'd never even had a chance to thank them as she'd simply grabbed her shopping and run, holding her blouse closed until she'd made it several blocks away and could stop and button it back up. As soon as she'd gotten home she'd run into her room and put on another bra, lest anyone from her family see her without one. Though the incident had gone un-noticed by anyone else, over and over the horrible images would return to her mind and she could smell the tequila and feel the rough hands on her. And now, she was going to have to re-live it... She prayed for strength.
David and Rick were sitting poolside, and both looked up at her as she approached them. Her big breasts swayed unhindered under her shirt and the two guys stared at them openly. She noticed two cameras sitting on the table next to them and several rolls of film.
"Man, you ARE a big girl, aren't you Maria?" said David.
She stood in front of them and felt a wave of nausea come over her as they just sat there looking her up and down. She scanned the area around the pool and then down at the beach in the distance nervously for any other potential eyes. She thought of all the horrible men from town and how they stared and all the rude things they'd said to her over the years...
She were standing twenty or thirty yards from the beach, but if any of them just happened to walk by...
Let me know if there is more of this story.... mail Djian
