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into his mouth.

Soon after the bikers had hurried us out of the truck and into the back of the shed, they fed them some tasteless Yankee fast-food shit, cheap ground-up meat waste in weightless bread. Before they finished it the floor of the shed shook with the sound of the approaching bikes. A big enough roar that no-one could say how many there were, but it sounded like a lot.  
    Loud voices followed and the beat of heavy boots made the wood flooring vibrate. A biker with a red bandana and shades came in and looked around. Picked out two of the youngest girls, Perla and Jazmin. Said, “I bet you two can dance. Here, put these on.”
    He handed them a couple of silver bikini bottoms. Waited while the girls stripped off and wriggled the things on. Perla had tears streaming down her face. The biker seemed to like that. “Oh, you gonna be good,” he said, “They gonna like you.” He laughed as he took the girls by their bare arms and led them away and kicked the door shut behind them.
    Then bikers took the rest of the girls into separate rooms. Small, bare, wood rooms. No windows. Inez looked at Angelica, pleading as she was shoved into a tiny room. She saw a bed against one wall but she didn’t acknowledge her, and they both knew why.  
    In their part of Mexico, kidnappings were commonplace. Every schoolkid has spent hours of thrilling horror, turning over with their friends, what do you do if... Rule 1: Tell the captors nothing. All knowledge can be power, don’t hand them any.

When he slipped his fingers up between her ass cheeks, held her ass in his other hand, put his thumb against her little ass, he pressed. He hadn’t bothered to take off her panties or the tiny cut-offs. There wasn’t much point, they would hardly get in his way. Then he pressed with his finger, cupping her whole pussy in his palm.  
    Pressing the mound of his thumb against the mound of her sex. She always thought of her mound as being a great big bulge. In his hand it felt tiny. He pressed her little star, and he moved his finger around it. Slowly burrowed his finger in. Pressed down a little more.
    Then he lifted her off the table as he stood. Angelica put her arms over his shoulders and gripped her legs around his ribs. Tilted her pelvis up. The lips of her puss tingled on the hair at the bottom of his stomach.  
    The curls that led down to his cock. Her buttocks felt the bones of his wide pelvis. Her ass felt the head of his hard cock. He looked at her and said,
    “You ain’t done this before.” His lips tightened very slightly as he said, “You ain’t done a whole lot of this before, have you. You sure ain’t no whore.” His eyes looked hard into hers for some time before he said, “No, you ain’t no whore. Lot of men will pay a lot of money to have you act like one, though.” Did his voice soften a little, or did she imagine it?
    Maybe she was just dreaming. Catching a stale whiff drifting from one of the damned tele-novellas her Mama and her little sister Inez watch every afternoon. Or if not, if his voice really did soften a little, it was most likely a mixture of jealousy and admiration for the money that Jake was going to make out of her.
    She said, “You mean if I act like I’ve been acting with you, American?”
    “Mm-hm.”
    “And what if I’m not willing to do that? What if I won’t do it with just whoever comes through that door?”
    “We’re talking about hardcore MC brothers here. If they know you’re going to put up a fight, they’ll pay even more.”
    Angelica’s lips tightened between her teeth. He said, “Well, we’re here,” and she clung on to him. Tight. Pressed her breasts against him through the ripped cotton. But he only pressed gently against her ass.  
    She tried to relax. That made it easier. But not much. Plus, she couldn’t really relax much. And her ass was tiny. And his cock was huge.
    She said, “You want me to put up a fight, American?”
    He stopped. Looked at her. His cock