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Las Hembras

© 2004 by DrDan

In all honesty, I didn't give it a good deal of serious thought when I initiallydiscovered it. Sometimes people pull pranks, occasionally a little girl willhave a mean older brother, and once in a while some warped youth will do somethingmacabre as a means of gaining attention. As it was, my job as a parole officeralready attracted the attention of various miscreants, although I'd yet toencounter an individual savvy enough to locate my home address. That, seemingly,had changed, at least for the time being.

On my doorstep next to the morning paper was a shoebox with a single longstemmed black rose and a male doll in it. It was a "Ken" doll, wearinga long, white wedding dress (presumably from Barbie's wardrobe) and impaledwith a large nail. The nail had been pounded directly into the area where Ken'srectum would be if the doll were anatomically correct, and was large enoughto cause a split up his backside. The box had also been sprinkled with perfume,an expensive scent, whose odor commingled most pleasantly with that of therose. There was no note and no other clues by which one might be able to ascertainthe identity of the sender. I placed the box into a paper bag and decided tohave it checked for fingerprints at work, hoping to get lucky with an identityfor the prankster.

Another long day loomed ahead. I'd first joined the corrections departmentwith the optimism and zeal typical of a raw employee, fully expecting thatI'd be able to help wayward offenders lacking direction to get their livesback on track. Cynicism had set in with the realization that most paroleesdidn't really want help. I spent the majority of my time keeping dangerouscriminals on a short leash, looking for any excuse I could find to have themarrested and incarcerated for the duration of their sentences. I still helda good deal of pride in my job, but stayed focused on protecting the publicat large rather than holding out any real hope that the overwhelming majorityof inmates passing through my office were capable of any sort of meaningfulchange.

I sat pondering these issues as my 9:00 appointment with Detective GloriaChavez approached. She was one of the police department's most highly respectedexperts on gangs and gang activity, having herself grown up in a less thanwholesome inner-city environment. She was 28 years old and single. Gloria wastall and kept herself in excellent physical condition, with long, black wavyhair cascading just past her shoulders. I'd made preliminary overtures to herin the past indicating my desire to date her, which she hadn't dismissed outof hand. She did, however, let me know that she had placed her preference fora successful career ahead of having an active social life. During the courseof working together towards the common goal of making inner city neighborhoodslivable again, we'd discovered that we had much in common, although our relationshipremained one strictly of a professional friendship rooted in mutual respect.

Gloria smiled, greeting me with a light hug and some small talk as she satin my office to brief me on possible gang affiliations held by certain clientsof mine. When I showed her the shoebox she examined the contents briefly, andthen swallowed hard. I noted her hands shaking slightly.

"Dan, where did you get this?" She seemed genuinely concerned.

"It was on my doorstep this morning when I left for work. Does it set offany light bulbs in your head, Gloria?"

"Las Hembras," she said, slowly, deliberately. "Definitely." She turnedto me. "Do you know any of them?"

"Who or what is Las Hembras?" I'd never heard of them. Gloria took a deepbreath.

"Las Hembras controls approximately 85% of the drug, prostitution, gambling,and protection rackets on the lower east side," she said. "They're an all-femalegang, primarily Hispanic, mostly aged 16 to about 25 years of age."

"All female?" I was incredulous. I knew of most of the gangs in town, havingdealt with a high percentage of their members during the course of my work. "Idon't know any of them. I've never even heard of them." Gloria smiled.

"They have successfully wrested control of most of the major rackets fromthe male gangs," she said. "They operate behind the scenes for the most part,pulling the strings and reaping the profits while the guys do all the dirtywork and wind up dead or behind bars. They represent the real power on thestreets of our city." I smirked just a bit, examining the doll and rose again.

"That doesn't seem possible." Gloria chuckled to herself.

"The women are a lot smarter and better at organization than the males are." Shebegan. "They are better at keeping a low profile, they don't fight amongstthemselves as much, they don't turn on one another when they're in custody,they see their enterprise in business terms and refrain from using unnecessaryviolence, and know how to turn their adversaries against one another. Don'tunderestimate them."

"Well then," I began. "Seeing as how you're the expert, can you tell mewhat exactly this means?" She smiled, and then looked me squarely in the eyes.

"Are you sure you want me to tell you? You may not like it."

"Yes, I'm sure. What does it mean?" Gloria looked away for a moment, gatheringher wits. Then she resumed eye contact, idly touching her foot against mineunder the table.

"It means, Dan," she measured her words carefully. "That somebody wantsto bitch you."

"Bitch me?" I blinked. "Whatever does that—"?

"It's a figure of speech," she began. "It's used on the street a lot. Itmeans that a member of Las Hembras wants to initiate a relationship with you,with you assuming a female, or 'bitch' role." I laughed. She continued. "Youcan see the symbolism here… the male doll is in a wedding dress, symbolicof both a union and of his submission. The rose is symbolic of Las Hembras,and the nail may either be symbolic of some sort of pressure applied to enforcesubmission or of an actual sexual act." I shook my head. "All members of LasHembras wear a tattoo behind their left ear. The women wear a small black roseshowing a purple stem and exaggerated thorns, with the number of thorns indicativeof their rank within the gang. Presumably as a male member, you'd be tattooedas well, although I think it might be a different sort of symbol." She reachedover and

stroked the skin behind my ear. This irritated me a bit, and I jerked away.

"That's absurd. I'm an adult, a parole officer, a grown man in a positionof authority. These are just kids. Are you sure it's not just a prank?" Gloriashook her head.

"These ladies may be young, but they're wise beyond their years… andthey play for keeps." she warned. "I'd be careful if I were you, Dan. Leadersof male gangs have left town after receiving such a package on their doorsteps.I'm telling you as someone who cares about what happens to you."

"Well, what would happen if I were, say, 'Bitched'"? I asked. I was suddenlyintrigued.

"You would be forced to join the gang," she said. "In a lesser role, ofcourse. You would become the de facto property of whomever it was that 'bitched'you. You would be expected to support the goals of the gang, with severe penaltiesdispensed if you failed to comply. Of course, such cooperation with Las Hembraswould gravely conflict with your job in this office. If I thought you'd been'bitched,' it would be my duty to inform your supervisor, which would mostlikely lead to your dismissal and the filing of charges against you, dependingon how you'd used your position to benefit the gang."

"Well," I muttered smugly, "that's not going to happen anytime soon." Gloriasmiled.

"Just you be careful and don't underestimate the girls," she said. "Otherwise,you may just get what's coming to you." Gloria tossed a folder on my desk,leaving the room with an infectious smile. It was for the briefing we'd neveractually discussed, that is, an overview of prisoners up for parole who mayshortly wind up under my supervision, along with any details I should knowabout their specific situations.

One name that stood out among the profiles listed was that of Linda Carrillo.She was 26 years of age, convicted of burglary, drug possession and auto theft.Gloria told me that she was actually a founding member of Las Hembras who hadexpressed to her a desire to leave the group. She'd been placed in the protectivecustody wing of the women's prison, as her cooperation with police hadn't setwell with other incarcerated gang members. Although she'd initially been handeda fifteen-year mandatory minimum sentence, she had made parole after just twoyears because of her exemplary behavior while incarcerated. There was alsosome hope, according to Gloria's notes in her file, that intelligence gleanedfrom her could be used to infiltrate and disrupt the gang. She had her initialintake interview in my office that afternoon to discuss conditions she'd haveto follow to remain free.

The conditions were strict. No alcohol or drugs, with random testing required.Linda was not allowed to wear the Las Hembras gang colors (black and purple)at any time. She could not associate with any gang members, had to maintaingainful employment for the duration of her parole, and was required to weara monitoring device about her ankle, which would keep our office abreast ofher movements at all times. She was, essentially, under house arrest and workrelease. Any movements outside of work and her home had to be cleared withme before she stepped outside. Unauthorized movements triggered an alarm, andwould likely result in her being arrested and incarcerated, with parole beingimmediately revoked.

Linda arrived for her interview at 10:00 AM sharp. She was genuinely beautiful,with shoulder length jet-black naturally wavy hair, full lips, and piercingalmond colored eyes. Her well-proportioned 5'11" frame was dressed in a conservativewhite dress and powder blue blouse, hardly revealing of her past as a hardenedgang member. Her demeanor was ingratiating and deferential, and she seemeda bit intimidated, almost shy. She nodded quietly and whispered "yes, sir" asI explained each condition to her, and broke into a big smile when I explainedthat I'd arranged for her to work a regular job at a fast food restaurant. "Thankyou," she said. "That will allow me to send money back to my family in Mexicowithout having to resort to breaking the law." While my position required thatI keep a professional distance, I smiled inside. I was happy that I was ableto help someone that genuinely seemed to want it, and had a strong feelingthat this woman indeed was going to make it.

As the months passed, I found my faith in Linda strengthening. She seemedto have a good home life, a strong faith in God, and a commitment to her ownpersonal success. It became evident that Linda was serious about disassociatingherself from Las Hembras as well. She never missed a day at work. Her randomdrug and alcohol tests always came back negative, and nothing was irregularabout her movements. In addition, Gloria Chavez told me that she had providedinformation vital to understanding the inner workings of the gang itself.

I was so impressed with Linda's rehabilitation that I interceded on herbehalf to have her sentence reduced. Although reluctant at first, the judgerespected my judgment and eventually agreed to end Linda's house arrest andallow her greater freedom of movement. We also arranged to protect her fromher former gang associates, as it was the general consensus among us that herlife was potentially in danger. I called Linda, leaving a message with hermother, hastily arranging a meeting with her so that I could inform her ofthe good news.

She arrived for this meeting as she had for all the others: conservativelydressed in a tasteful pink one-piece dress, with flesh toned pantyhose andred pumps. She smelled of roses, the scent understated, yet somehow familiar,and all the more powerful when our eyes met. Linda smiled, taking her seatin front of me. I blinked, clearing my throat, which prompted just the slightesthint of a giggle. I smiled back, caught off guard, and began my speech.

"Ms. Carrillo," I said, "due to your cooperation with efforts to undermineand dismantle the Las Hembras crime syndicate, as well as your behavior andgeneral attitude while on parole, the state has decided to release you fromhouse arrest." She brushed her hair from her face, licking her lips. I continued. " Inaddition, we are prepared to meet with federal authorities to discuss youreligibility for the witness protection program." Linda scooted closer, herperfume clouding my senses slightly, her smile cracking my concentration. Itook a deep breath, remaining aloof and businesslike. My lungs filled withher perfume, so intoxicating, so sensual. "Your continued cooperation willlikely result in an early release from parole, although no guarantees can bemade at this time. Your cooperation is appreciated, and this office wishesyou the best." I smiled at her. She hung her head for just a moment, appearingto sob just a bit, then stood up and came around to the other side of the desk.I was just a bit startled when she wrapped her arms around me as I sat, tenderlypulling my face into her bosom.

"I want to thank you," she spoke softly, barely audibly. Her voice crackedwith emotion. "I've spent most of my life in and out of the criminal justicesystem, and you're the first authority figure ever to give me a chance." Shewiped a tear from her face and looked me straight in the eye. I ignored a slightstirring between my legs and rose to my feet to return the hug.

"Don't thank me, Linda. Give credit where credit is due. Credit yourselffor the effort you put forth and for your positive attitude-"

She silenced me with a finger on my lower lip. For a long moment, she starteddeeply into my eyes. Then she cupped my cheeks in her hand and kissed me. Shekissed me softly, tenderly at first, and then deeply. Linda pushed her tonguepast my lips and into my mouth, exploring the contours of my cheeks, pressingher face hard against mine. She broke off the kiss and pecked my neck, earsand cheeks, chin and nose lightly as I muttered a feeble protest about howinappropriate her actions were.

"Hush," she said, smiling. She walked her hand slowly down my chest, pastmy stomach, and finally between my legs. She fondled my cock, stiffening itso that it jutted straight out from my pants. Her strong perfume surroundedus, and her scent commingling with it drove me to lose control. I staggered,my knees buckling, my eyes glazing over as my body was racked with pleasure.She whispered in my ear again.

"You have been good to me," she said. "I want to be good to you. I want youto go home tonight. Go home and think about how good I can be to you." Lindaabruptly pulled away, kissed me on the cheek and admired her handiwork as myfully engorged penis pushed my pants up in a tent shape. Then she bent overagain, whispering once again into my ear.

"Good boy. I see you're doing it already. You're such a good boy, that'swhy I know you do good things to please the women in your life." Linda ranher fingers over my shaft beneath my jeans. "You do want to please me, don'tyou honey?"

I jolted when she said that, the blood draining from my face. I looked ather, shocked and upset; yet all the more aroused. I nodded to her, almost absentmindedly.She giggled and blew me a kiss. "Remember, go home and think about me." Andthen she was gone.

I stared into space for a few moments collecting my thoughts, trying desperatelyto distract myself and focus on something work related. I had to get this undercontrol. I couldn't allow myself to become compromised by an attractive parolee.I took several deep breaths and even pinched the head of my stiff cock in aneffort to force it to go flaccid.

In spite of my efforts, my erection refused to subside and did, in fact,become harder. Fearing an embarrassing situation, I scurried off to the men'sroom to masturbate. I had just about made it to the door when I heard the characteristicclick of a woman's high heels behind me.

"Oh, there you are, Dan." It was Gloria. "Can I show you something real quick?"

"Well, uhm." I muttered. "Actually, I really have to go to the bathroom,and-" my cock strained hard against my pants. I felt her hand on my shoulderand smelled her perfume, which caused my erection to stiffen anew rather thansubside.

"This will only take a second. Here, tell me what you think about this.." Isighed, reaching behind me to take the piece of paper she wanted me to see.Gloria pulled it back abruptly.

"Dan, is something the matter? That's awfully rude. Why don't you turn aroundand face me?"

"Well, I really have to go to…" my cock strained conspicuously againstmy pants. I tried to slip past the door into the men's room, but Gloria steppedaround in front of me. She noticed my erection and glared at me.

"So… you have to go to the bathroom, do you?" I swallowed hard asshe faced me, nose-to-nose, our heads mere centimeters apart. She was at eyelevel, her scent and bodily presence more intense than I ever remember thembeing. She whispered into my ear. "What for? Is it number one or number two?"

"Please, Gloria, let me go inside-," I gasped as she casually felt my erectionthrough my pants, stiffening it even more. Her expression was unsmiling. Shesqueezed me slightly.

"Or is it number three?" Her fingers deftly unzipped my fly and slipped insidemy pants, then found the edge of my underwear. Gloria's dark eyes bored a holethrough my head when her cold hand encircled my balls. I gasped.

"Gloria, please…"
"Daniel, I saw Linda Carrillo inside your office just a few moments ago. Do you deny that?"

"No, Ma'am." She finally smiled slightly when I called her "Ma'am."

"I warned you about these women, didn't I?" She squeezed harder for emphasis.

"Yes, Ma'am, you did" Gloria pulled us away from the men's room, hand encirclingmy balls inside my pants, and forcibly shuffled us over to the entrance tothe ladies' room, just a few feet down the hall.

"Inside."

"Gloria, I can't-" She opened the door, pulling me into the women's bathroom.Gloria opened a stall, seating me on a toilet and then shutting the door, finallyreleasing my cock. I sat in the tiny space as she stood over me, one foot onthe toilet, giving me a clear view up her dress.

"Take it out, Daniel." I trembled, embarrassed and intimidated, slowly reachinginside my pants and showing her my fully engorged cock and balls. She smiled.

"Not bad. Could be better, but not bad. Now tell me, are you her bitch?"

"No!" I was defiant. Gloria put a finger to her lip to remind me to keepmy voice down. "I'm nobody's bitch." She reached down, fondling my cock andballs again.

"Then what happened just now between you two, little boy?"

"Nothing happened! I mean-" Gloria smirked at me. "She… she cameon to me a little bit. I'm not sure why, I think she was just grateful thatshe was being released from house arrest or something." Gloria smiled, runninga fingernail up the underside of my erect cock.

"Some gratitude." She watched as my cock tensed, pointing back towards myface. "Looks like she really did a number on you. I'd say you were profoundlyaffected by her little 'come on,' wouldn't you, Daniel?"

"Well, I was aroused sexually, but I can't really help that." Gloria laughed.

"What did she say to you? What did she do to you to make you so… ardent?" Ibreathed deeply and swallowed, stifling a sigh. A stiff fingernail poked mytender cock head as I winced in pain. "Well? Spit it out, Daniel."

"She kissed and fondled me, then told me to go home and think about her." Gloriasmiled knowingly.

"That's how it starts, you know." She continued to play with my cock, workinga dollop of precum around the head. "I'd say that Linda Carrillo is well onher way to turning you into her submissive little bitch." Gloria suddenly withdrewher hand, looking me straight in the eye. "Of course, it is my duty to reportmy observations to your manager. This could compromise the integrity of theentire law enforcement apparatus in this city."

"No, Gloria, please, really, nothing happened… I-"

"And why should I believe you?" She whispered. "Actions speak louder thanwords," Gloria flicked my rigid shaft with her middle finger. "…AndI'd say that this speaks volumes." I suddenly broke eye contact, looking down,unsure for a moment about how to handle my predicament.

"I can't believe this," I finally muttered. "You'll end my career. You'llruin me. You know me well enough to know that I would never try to seduce LindaCarrillo. What's wrong with you? I always thought we were friends." She suddenlyclutched a handful of my hair, and then yanked my head painfully back untilmy eyes were once again locked onto hers. She pressed her nose against mine,speaking in hushed, and ominous tones.

"Look, pig, let's get one thing straight." I swallowed hard, listening. "Weare NOT friends. As far as I'm concerned, you're nothing but an inept, patheticlittle wannabe. I have to be civil around you at work, but I regard you asan extremely poor excuse for both a man and a parole officer, and on a personallevel I really don't much like you nor do I have any respect for you. Is thatclear?"

"Yes-yes Ma'am." I was shocked and hurt by her statements. I trembled fromhead to toe, yet my cock remained at full attention, straining upward. Shenoticed and smiled, releasing my hair. My heart was racing. I felt helplessand alone, on enemy turf, at the utter mercy of this woman I had trusted untiljust moments before. She smiled slightly, making no effort to hide her condescendingtemperament.

"You want me to keep my mouth shut? Is that what you want?"

"Yes Ma'am. I'm sorry." I didn't know what I was apologizing for, althoughan apology seemed appropriate. "Please don't tell anyone. I need my job." Shesmiled, suddenly turning around.

"Then kiss my ass." Gloria lifted her skirt, moving her pantyhose-encasedderriere close to my face. "Worship it like you mean it. Otherwise I'll scream'rape' and throw a big scene. Then instead of kissing my pretty behind, you'llbe kissing your job and the rest of your pathetic life goodbye in a penitentiarysomewhere. Now get to work, creep. Kiss my ass!"

I was spellbound at the sight of Gloria's perfectly shaped ass, her tightglutes and beautifully muscled upper thighs. I was both mortified and aroused,on the verge of tears and yet so close to climax. Her musky scent envelopedme as I puckered my lips for a kiss, and then mashed my face against her asscheeksin submission, kissing with my lips and gently nuzzling their full breadthwith my head. I went slowly, careful to pay proper homage while peppering herperfect cheeks with kisses. She responded by slowly manipulating my face withher glutes.

"Mmmmm, you're a natural." I continued worshipping Gloria's cheeks. "Youknow your place, don't you, boy?"

"Yes Ma'am." I said what I thought she wanted to hear. Terrified of the consequencesand yet strangely excited as well, continuing to venerate her ass. She movedit in small circles.

"And where is that place, Daniel? Where do you belong?"

"Under your ass, Ma'am." I was whispering, beginning to believe what I wassaying. My voice cracked. "I belong under your beautiful ass." She smiled.

"Good boy. Maybe there's hope for you yet." I kissed and licked nonstop,trying to think of things to say that would appease her. "Now I want you tolisten to me closely. From now on, I'm your boss. Got that?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. From now on, I decide who stays free on parole and who does not.Is that clear, boy?"

"Yes, Ma'am." She pressed her cheeks harder against my face.

"I'll make the decisions, you merely rubber stamp them. That's all you'regood for anyway… just a rubber-stamping needledick little wimp who needsconstant supervision and direction from a superior woman. Isn't that true,daniel?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I was reduced almost to tears. She pulled away, put down herskirt, and then turned around, forcing her gaze into mine. Gloria cupped mychin and then stroked my hair, almost affectionately. She spoke to me verysoftly, almost in a whisper.

"Who's smarter, boy? You or me?"

"You are, Ma'am." I trembled violently, my cock stiffening, bending backtowards me. She smiled, continuing to stroke my hair and face. She gave mypackage a long look, licking her lips.

"Who's the boss, you or me?"

"You're the boss, Ma'am." She smiled, kissing my forehead tenderly, makingmy cock strain upwards. Gloria placed my own hand on my member.

"Stroke yourself, boy." I began to masturbate at her direction; She tippedmy chin back up, whispering. "Look me in the eye. Stroke yourself and repeatafter me. Women are superior."

"Women are superior." I gazed up at her, spellbound, stroking myself. Shekept one hand on my wrist, not allowing me to go too fast. My member achedfor release.

"Women are superior," she repeated, face close to mine.

"Women are superior." She coaxed me to stroke slightly faster as I parrotedher words back to her.

"Women are superior," Gloria placed my other hand near the tip of my cock,then tugged on my wrist, controlling my strokes, smiling as I moved faster,edging closer to climax.

"Women are superior." It became a mantra. Gloria looked me straight in theeye.

"Cum, boy." She said. "Cum with that thought in your mind. Associate thatthought with pleasure. Cum for your superior. NOW!"

I exploded into my hand, eyes locked upon hers. I shot a huge rope of hotcum which interlaced between my fingers, shuddering with pleasure, whimperingwith humiliation and shame as Gloria grinned smugly. She directed me to squeezethe last droplets into my hand, and then pushed that hand into my mouth. Iswallowed my own spunk, licking myself clean.

"Get used to that taste, bitch." Gloria's demeanor suddenly became haughtyand detached. She laughed at me, forcing me to suck on my fingers as thoughthey were little cocks. I whimpered slightly to myself, causing her to slapme hard.

"Pussy. You're going to get exactly what you deserve." She abruptly openedthe stall door, shooting me a contemptuous glance as she left. I stayed inthe stall for a time, sobbing quietly before zipping myself up and slouchingunseen out of the women's restroom. I shook from head to toe. My life was changing.All I'd worked for was slipping away, and I was powerless to do anything aboutit.

The phone rang at approximately 1:00 AM. It wasn't unheard of for me toreceive calls at such an odd hour, and I answered the phone unflustered, relaxedafter enjoying several hours of sleep following my humiliation that day.

It was Gloria, sounding much like the Gloria I'd known before, chatty andbusinesslike, friendly and personable. She was behaving as though nothing extraordinaryhad happened between us earlier in the day. I forced myself awake as she beganto speak, butterflies crawling about in my stomach.

"Dan," she said, "I hate to bother you so late, but can you tell me whetherLinda Carrillo has been released from monitoring yet?"

"No," I answered. "The device is to be taken off in the morning, but untilthen she is still officially under house arrest. Why do you ask?" There wasa long pause.

"I'm showing an alarm light on the monitoring console here in the office.It 's looking like she has violated her parole by straying from her house andremoving the device on her ankle. I've had a judge issue a warrant and needfor you to drive out to her current location and affect an arrest."

"Huh? That's crazy. Why would she violate her parole the day before she'sto be set free? There's something wrong, Gloria. The system's not functioningprop-"

"The system's fine," she snapped back. "She has violated her parole and needsto be arrested. I need for you to go down and take her into custody. I'll giveyou the GPS coordinates of the tracking device and the exact location they'reresolving to." I sighed audibly.

"You know, maybe something's happened to her. Rumor has it that her formergang associates aren't too happy with her cooperation with the police."

"Defending her to the end, aren't you?" Gloria's voice was suddenly sternand unyielding. "She's just a criminal, and you're going to go out and arresther just as you would any other criminal. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I spoke quietly, barely audibly, suddenly deflating, feelingdefeated. Gloria seemed to sense this, and her voice softened a bit.

"Think you'll need backup? I can arrange to meet you out there."

"I think – yes, Ma'am, I think that might be a good idea." I sighed,settling down. There was a pause, and then Gloria pressed me a bit.

"You do remember the little talk we had earlier, don't you Daniel?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And you do remember how we got some things straightened out between us duringthat talk, don't you Daniel?

"Yes, Ma'am." My voice nearly left me. It was barely audible.

"So don't disappoint or disrespect me. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am." I hated myself for caving in the way I did, but knew that Ididn't have a choice. I felt as if my career, even my life, were taking a pathpredetermined by others. I sensed a trap that I was powerless to derail, nolonger confident that Gloria had my best interests at heart. I donned a conservativegray suit, packed my service revolver and handcuffs, and headed off into thenight to carry out the instructions I dare not disobey.

The GPS coordinates that Gloria had provided brought me to an old warehousebuilding near the waterfront. The late hour made the surroundings appear spooky,particularly since the building itself looked to be in a state of disrepair.Railroad tracks leading nowhere and weathered signs advertising businessesno longer in existence conjured images of a big city bowery from another time.A cool, crisp breeze stung my face as I sat with the window cracked in thedrivers' seat of my car.

Gloria was late. She'd promised to meet me here, but her distinctive newermodel luxury sedan was nowhere in sight. This troubled me a bit, as she generallymade a point of being punctual. I began to wonder whether I was in the rightplace when my eyes caught some graffiti on a wall, clearly visible under theonly streetlight in the immediate area. It showed an ornate black and purplerose, acting as an umbrella shielding several names. They were the street namesof male gang members, some of whom I recognized, spray painted in pink withthe letters "BB" scrawled in purple over them. I knew from conversations I'dhad with Gloria that "BB" stood for "bitch boy." This was, presumably, a listof captured men. My heart skipped a beat. I was definitely on their turf.

I was still trying to decipher the list when my attention was diverted bya knock on the driver's side window. I'd expected to see Gloria, but my eyeswere greeted instead by the sight of a petite young woman, barely taller thanthe door to my car. Dark, straight, waist length hair framed a small beautifulface adorned with large, piercing brown eyes, her black shirt and dark coloredjeans rendering her nearly invisible in the night. She smiled at me, motioningfor me to roll my window down. I cracked it a bit more.

"Hello," she said. "Are you lost?" I smiled back at her.

"No," I replied, hurriedly digging out a photograph of Linda and passingit through the window. "I'm with the department of corrections. Have you seenthis person?" She looked at the picture, slowly studying it, pushing the hairfrom her face. She was close enough to the window that I could smell the sweetnessof her breath and feel the warmth of her skin. The girl nodded her head.

"Yes," she motioned towards the warehouse. "Linda is here. Inside. Is shein some kind of trouble?" I took a deep breath.

"Well, yes, she is… we need to talk face to face so that we may worka few things out.." The young woman stared at me for just a moment, and thennodded and crooked a finger at me, motioning for me to step out of the car.

"Come with me, then." Her smile abated but she was calm, looking slightlydown into my eyes. "I will show you where she is."

Her demeanor made me uncomfortable for some reason, and I swallowed hardas I broke eye contact for a moment. "Uhm," I stuttered. "Actually, I'm waitingfor backup before entering the building. It's standard procedure." I manageda slight smile while her face remained expressionless. I felt like a chickenshitfor telling this tiny woman that I preferred to wait, but I didn't care. Theyoung woman simply nodded again, and then opened the car door. She scootedin close, her upper thigh grazing against the tip of my kneecap. She took oneof my hands in both of hers, smiling as she continued looking into my eyes. "Whatis your name?"

"My-my name's Dan" I was inexplicably nervous. A chill danced up my spine.

"Nice to meet you, Dan. My name is Carmen." Her warm breath and sweet smellengulfed my senses. She squeezed my hand lightly, affectionately, pulling ittowards her, coaxing me almost maternally. "Now come with me. I will take youinside. There is nothing to be afraid of."

I smiled. Against my better judgment and intuition to the contrary, I stoodup and walked with her. Time slowed. She brushed against me, the gentle smellof her tender skin encircling my fingers coupled with a soft jasmine scentedperfume causing my loins to stir. She walked ahead, ever so slightly, everso slowly, out of the glow of the streetlight and into the darkness of theabandoned building.

Carmen led me inside the old warehouse, which was in a serious state of disrepair.A chilly draft and musty smell threatened to disperse her feminine presencewhile we followed a labyrinth of old makeshift offices connecting one roomwith the other. Ancient termite infested pallets lined the walls of a largearea near a loading dock, used a generation ago for storing and stacking variousdry goods. Presently we reached a steep, dilapidated staircase. It led almoststraight down into what appeared to be a basement. The chilly draft waftingup from the room added to a sense of imminent dread. Carmen stopped, releasingmy hand as she stood behind me.

"She's down there." Carmen laid the palm of her hand squarely on myass, almost pushing me. Her squeezing fingers caused my member to stiffenbeneath my pants. "Follow the staircase and you will find her."
"Are you coming with me?" I began to shiver slightly, both from the cool breeze and apprehension. She patted my behind lightly, affectionately, as if to reassure me.

"I'm right behind you," she whispered. "Now go."

I slowly descended the steep steps, gingerly placing one foot down belowthe other, sinking down into the darkness. I felt Carmen's hand move from myass up to my belt, as she stayed above me, gripping it tightly with surprisingstrength, as though to prevent me from turning around without great difficulty.

The boards creaked as I stepped down, smelling of dry rot, echoing throughthe room below. I thought I heard whispering in Spanish, then giggling, thenmore whispering and light chatter, all obviously feminine. Carmen pushed intothe small of my back from above, prodding me downward. I saw nothing in thedark but felt a presence, like body heat or pheromones surrounding me. Suddenly,there were two pairs of hands gripping each of my ankles tightly, pulling andholding both feet on the bottom step.

"Hey!" I shouted. What's-"

"Callate!" I recognized the Spanish admonition to be quiet. I was ready tospeak again when Carmen abruptly pushed my neck forward. Someone pulled hardon my hair, then my shoulders and arms, pulling me flat. I was in a sea ofhands and arms and legs, clutching and restraining me, fondling and gropingme, strong female bodies pushing and bumping me, forcing me down onto my back.I felt someone remove my firearm, then my handcuffs and wallet. I was intentionallyspun in circles, dizzied and disoriented as my belt and tie were taken off.My shirt was ripped open and a tight grip grasped my hair as my arms and legswere splayed out spread eagle on the cold concrete floor. I was pinned helplessly,rendered immobile by tight asses and vise like thighs imprisoning my extremities.Someone took my shoes and socks off, then ripped my pants down, slicing offmy underwear with a knife. My shirt was torn asunder, rent into tatters. Ibegan to shiver profusely as the chilly concrete floor stole more heat thanmy captors replaced with their own bodies. I lay supine and naked, totallyhelpless.

Finally, a light came on.

I was able to make out at least a dozen young Latino women, none looked overtwenty years of age, all wore black or purple clothing. Some had bandanas wrappedaround the tops of their heads; a few toted knives and sported tattoos on young,muscular shoulders and arms. They came in all shapes and sizes. They were allbeautiful, heavily made up and apparently directed by Carmen, who barked commandsbeyond the scope of my limited Spanish vocabulary to have them adjust my positionslightly. After a short time she straddled my chest, then looked me in theeye, applying a thick layer of bright red lipstick to her mouth.

Carmen stroked my face, then leaned over to kiss me hard behind my left ear.Her object was clearly to leave a mark, her tiny mouth suckling my neck asshe transferred the lipstick onto my skin. She inspected the mark with a finger,and then smiled.

"I have tagged you, perra," she said. "Now I will groom you."

She reached behind her belt, pulling out an object. Carmen held her handclose to my face, and then quickly snapped opened a switchblade knife. Shegiggled delightedly as the blade suddenly extended to within a centimeter ofmy nose, watching me react by jerking back violently. Carmen got off of me,kneeling by my side, then slowly kissed and licked her way down my naked chestand stomach as the other women held me utterly motionless. Carmen watched mycock expand and strain upward as she stimulated me, smiling and chatting inSpanish with the other girls while one of them idly fondled my cock and squeezedmy exposed balls. They watched it respond, giggling. It was clearly their desirethat my member be fully engorged.

Carmen began to lick my pubic hair. She wet it with her tongue, meticulouslymatting it down. Her hot breath drifted across my cock, causing me to whimperand involuntarily jerk. She abruptly looked at me and slapped my balls hard,admonishing me as I recoiled in pain.

"Hold still. Stay hard but do not cum under any circumstances, do you understandme?"

"Yes," I said. She squeezed my balls painfully.

"Yes what?"

"Yes-yes Ma'am." She smiled, releasing my balls and tickling them.

"That will do for now, perra. But I am grooming you for another." She smiledwickedly at me, and then resumed licking my pubic hair. After rendering itsufficiently damp, she took the sharp blade from the knife, pulling it likea straight razor across my bush. I winced, and then tried to buck as I realizedwhat she was trying to do. Several girls responded to my movements by pinningme down using their full body weight. Carmen gripped my balls hard.

"Settle down NOW." she said. Her stern demeanor coupled with the realizationthat escape was impossible forced me to capitulate. I sighed heavily, and thenstopped struggling. The girls settled into their hold on me, and within secondsI could no longer move a millimeter. Sensing my submission, Carmen smiled.She loosened her grip, tickling the underside of my scrotum until I was fullyaroused again.

"This is for your own safety, perra. I would hate to spoil your pretty bodywith my blade." I whimpered and trembled, partly from the hard, cold concretefloor relentlessly sucking away my body heat, and partly from her words andmy own feelings of abject fear and helplessness.

She carefully scraped off my wet pubic hair with the knife, leaning forward,meticulously licking her way around my cock and balls and then removing themomentarily softened, matted pubes from my skin. Carmen's hot breath engulfedmy cock, and her fine hair grazed it gently as she worked, serving to keepme in a full state of arousal. I offered no resistance, moaning softly as sheensured that my crotch was completely bald by massaging it gently with herlong fingers.

"When was the last time you were hairless down here baby, hmm? I'll bet itwas when you were a little boy, is that right?" She smiled down at me, flickingmy hard cock.

"Yes, Ma'am." I squirmed, trying hard not to cum.

"You are a little boy again, perra. You are a little boy among superior girls,isn't that right?

"Yes Ma'am." I sighed heavily.

Carmen stood, straddling me. "I want to show you something." She unbuckledher belt and jeans, and then slid her pants down to her knees, revealing apair of black leather panties. Carmen put one hand on each side of her hips,sidling them down a few inches. She revealed a thick, hairy, curly dark brownswatch of pubic hair. It twinkled in the dim lighting with the hint of moisture.She leaned in close to my face, whispering huskily.

"Girls don't shave their pussies in this family." I was mesmerized by herfull, delectable bush and musky scent just inches from me. She continued. "Pussyhair means power here. We take control of the boys and sluts in our familyand shave their pubic areas. Then we make them obey, just as we will make youobey." She pushed her crotch very close to my face. I could smell her scentand feel her substantial bush tickle my nose.

"Kiss me.," she said. "Worship my pussy. Worship our collective pussies withyour lips. And from your lips you will promise to submit and obey, for youare powerless in our presence."

I kissed her bush, tasting her tangy juices. I was going to worship her withmy tongue, but Carmen quickly pulled away, holding me at bay by my hair. Shesmiled.

"Now… promise to obey," she said. It became very quiet. Every eyewas suddenly upon me, unsmiling. It dawned on me that this ritual held greatimportance to the group. Still pinned naked on the concrete floor of the warehouse,I had little choice but to say what was expected.

"I promise," I said meekly. "I promise to obey." Carmen smiled.

"Are you ready to serve as a bitch of Las Hembras?" I hesitated for justa moment, trembling. A woman twisted my balls, inflicting pain.

"YES!" I blurted out. The pain persisted for a moment.

"Yes what? Say it, bald little boy."

"Yes, I am ready to serve as a bitch of Las Hembras!" My voice cracked asI sobbed a bit, then burst into tears. Carmen leaned down, nuzzling me intoher breasts tenderly.

"And we are ready to accept your service, perra." She held me close, strokingmy hair. "Your Mistress will take you hard tonight and you will bond tightlywith her. Accept it. Do not try to resist or run away from us. Always submitand obey and we will take care of you, teach you, and protect you. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes." I mouthed, barely audible. My voice was choked with tears. Carmensmiled, pulling her panties and jeans back up.

"I think you are ready." she smiled at me.

Carmen barked a few commands in Spanish. The women hauled me to my feet andheld my arms over my head. I gasped as a frilly white wedding gown was pulledover my body and a veil was tied over my head. I was made to step into a garter,with white stockings being rolled up over my legs and tight, white high-heeledpumps placed upon my feet. The scent of roses was overwhelming. My wrists werepulled behind my back and restrained with my own handcuffs. Carmen ran herhand across my ass, squeezing a little, then held the chain that separatedthe cuffs. She motioned me to move forward, which I did. Carmen giggled whenI had a little trouble walking in the shoes. I cautiously moved ahead sometwenty or thirty steps before she tugged on the chain, stopping me.

"Kneel here." she said. I knelt on the cold concrete floor as she pusheddown on my shoulders. She kicked my legs apart, clutching a handful of my hair. "Wait." shesaid. I had little choice. We waited in silence for a few moments, my kneesgrinding painfully under my weight into the hard cement.

I felt a light breeze slide up my dress accompanied by a creaking noise inthe distance, as though a door had been opened on the other side of the mostlyempty building. Light chatter and laughter in Spanish was audible from a distance.Shoes clacked in sync on the concrete and became louder as a pair of silhouettedfigures approached, hand in hand. Although it was impossible to discern theirfaces, I could tell that both were female. One wore a loose knee-length skirtand heels while the other appeared to be dressed in jeans and boots. Carmenpatted my head affectionately, and then spontaneously bent forward to kissit. The two figures edged closer, then stopped. They wrapped their arms aroundeach other tenderly as a tiny ray of light bathed their faces.

They kissed passionately. It was Linda and Gloria, locked in a lover's embrace.Gloria whimpered as Linda tipped the slightly shorter woman's head back, thengroped a hand between her thighs and up her dress as their lips met. The scentof passion engulfed them, steaming my libido and causing my own erection tostir, poking lewdly through the feminine, frilly garment I was wearing. Glorianoticed this and smiled down at me, giggling.

"Oh, Daniel" she said, mockingly. "I meant to tell you. It really wasn'tnecessary for you to come down here after all." She looked at Linda. "Ms. Carrilloand I have made --- arrangements."

They both laughed aloud and kissed again, and then held one another closefor a few moments, stroking each other's hair. The room was silent. Gloriabroke the kiss off, turning back towards me and slapping me across the facehard.

"Look at you!" She slapped me hard again. "All trussed up like someone'slittle slut. Whose bitch are you tonight, honey?" I couldn't answer. My faceburned with the sting of Gloria's palm and the shame of her words. My cockbetrayed my sense of dignity, rising in homage to her. She walked in circlesaround me, mocking me, poking me. Linda stood back, watching silently.

"All you had to do was wait for me, you worthless sack of shit." She kickedme a few times in the side and pushed me back. I remained silent, enduringher assault. "Instead, you fucked up royally and allowed yourself to be captured." Shegrabbed me by the hair, gazing straight into my eyes, and then slapped me hardacross the face with each successive word. "What – a – fucking – idiot!"

Gloria pushed me back hard, forcing me onto my back on the hard floor. Shekicked me painfully about the shoulders and head, taunting me, pressing theheel of her shoe hard into my chest. I began to tremble in genuine fear ofmy safety. I was supine and handcuffed, unable to defend myself with Gloriaseemingly out of control with her anger. She reared back for a hard kick tomy temple .when someone pulled her off.

"That's enough, girl."

It was Linda. She pushed Gloria back, then stood between us. I inched backward,behind and underneath Linda's protective legs.

"But, Mistress! He's pathetic! He doesn't deserve any kind of resp-"

"I said, that's enough, girl!" Linda pushed Gloria back again, then slappedher. Gloria backed down, retreating into the corner. Linda gathered me up,then held me. I was sobbing and trembling. She wiped my tears, then lookeddeeply into my eyes.

"He wanted to help me." She kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, then soppedup some diminishing tears with her long hair. She smiled tenderly at me, almostwhispering. "He was so cute, so gallant, trying to straighten out this poor,wayward girl." Linda giggled, then abruptly tipped my head back. She kissedme, sliding her tongue deep inside, probing my mouth.

"He was stupid to fall for that." Gloria brushed herself off defiantly. "Areal idiot, if you ask me." Linda glared at her, then looked back at me. Hereyes sizzled.

"He is a male." She said. "He is inherently susceptible to coercion by asuperior woman." Linda suckled my earlobe, then kissed me sensually and possessivelyacross the neck. She looked back at Gloria. "What's your excuse?"

"Wha-what?" Gloria was taken aback. Linda stood up and patted my head, thencircled towards her.

"You heard me. He's a male and no match for me. What are you doing hereif you are so much better than he is?" Gloria backed against the wall as Lindaeyed her.

"Well, I-"

` "Take down your dress, girl." Linda gazed into Gloria's eyes, then kissedher. Gloria began to respond when Linda pushed her away and abruptly slappedher.

"I said, take down your dress." Gloria trembled for a moment, then brokeeye contact and began to comply, She unzipped her skirt from behind, allowingit to drop to the floor. I watched, mesmerized. Linda clutched Gloria's pantyhoseand roughly pulled them to her knees, revealing a shaved pussy. Linda smiled.

"Mmmmm, what's this, girl?" Linda traced circles around Gloria's labia asthe woman trembled, then began to sob softly. "You have a bald little snatch?"

"Y-y-yes Mistress." Linda looked her in the eye.

"You know that none of the sisters here shave, don't you, girl?"

"Yes, Mistress, I know that." Linda smiled, pulling her fingers to her mouth,tasting Gloria's juices.

"What does this mean then, this hairless pussy of yours?" Gloria swallowedhard.

"It-it-it means that I am not a sister, Mistress." Linda smiled.

"No, no, you are not a sister. You are no sister of mine. Is that clear,girl?" Gloria sobbed openly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Linda slappedher hard.

"What are you, girl?"

"A slut" Gloria whispered softly, barely audible. Linda slapped her again.

"Louder. Say it again. What are you, girl?
"I am a slut, Mistress." Linda nodded.

"Yes, you are. And whose slut are you, girl?"

"I am your slut, Mistress." Gloria wept openly and looked at the floor..Linda clutched her chin and pulled her face back up, forcing eye contact.

"Yes, you are, slut. And no two-bit uppity little whore in this family isgoing to disrespect or misuse anything that belongs to me, is that clear?" Gloriacried, tears peppering her cheeks.

"Yes Mistress, it-it's clear." Linda smiled and kissed her tenderly, fingeringher exposed pussy. Gloria squirmed a bit. Linda broke off the kiss and slappedher hard, then roughly pushed her to the floor.

"Don't hurt him again. Now I mean that. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress" Gloria whimpered softly

"Get your clothes on, slut. Get dressed and get the fuck out of here." Gloriabegan to stand up, but Linda put a foot in her back, pushing her down. "No,girl. Put them on down there and then crawl away like the little gutter slutthat you are." Gloria complied, awkwardly getting into her clothes and slouchingaway. Linda returned to me, kneeling down, pulling my head into her breasts,nuzzling me as I wept.

"You are safe now, my little bride to be."

Linda took off the handcuffs, and then took my hand into hers. She squeezedtightly, surprising me both with her strength and with the size of her hand.I still trembled, but her reassuring grip succeeded in soothing me and allayingmy fears as she pulled me to my feet and led me through the throng of youngwomen who had captured and stripped me moments before. I felt weak, as thoughI needed her protection and strength. They stared and smirked, but they darednot challenge their leader. She slowed our pace and eyed the crowd as we passed,pulling me close and running her hand over my ass. We moved across the roomto a locked door, which Linda opened with a key. She led us inside the dimlylit room, closed the door, and refastened the lock.

We were inside a small, meticulously decorated room reminiscent of a teenagegirl's bedroom. There were teen idol type posters on the walls, with incenseand lit candles providing a rippling, low glow. The scent was reminiscent ofroses. Linda glared at me.

"Strip to your garter and stockings. Now!" Her demeanor immediately changedas I nervously fumbled with the dress. She slapped me. "Hurry up!" I unbuttonedthe dress, pushing it down as her eyes burned a hole in my head. She smiledas my erection saluted her, arching up towards my face. Linda reached out,tracing circles around my hairless cock.

"It looks like Carmen did a good job with my little bitch." She giggled,stroking my smooth, razor burned skin as I blushed. She then pushed me backonto the bed, her serious demeanor returning.

"On your tummy, honey. I want to talk to you" I immediately rolled overfor her. She placed her hand squarely on my ass as she spoke, squeezing slightly.Gloria had told me previously that Las Hembras considered this gesture to indicateownership. Linda worked one finger between my asscheeks, tickling lightly.She spoke softly, almost whispering.

"Just now when we were out there with the other women, you didn't standup to Gloria like a man, did you?"

"No, but I –" I felt oddly uncomfortable, on the defensive. She continuedstroking me.

"You scurried behind my legs and hid, so that I had to stand up and be theman with her on your behalf, isn't that right?"

"Well, I suppose so, but…" She squeezed my cheek hard. I took thatas a directive to be quiet. She leaned down, whispering in my ear.

"If I'm the man here, what does that make you, hmmmm?" I swallowed hard,hesitating. I knew what she wanted me to say, but the words wouldn't come out.She slapped my ass hard. "Answer me. What does that make you?"

"The woman." I barely whispered it.

"What was that, honey? I didn't hear you." Linda giggled ever so slightly,playfully tracing circles around my cheeks.

"It makes me the woman." I said it more emphatically, twitching uncomfortablyas she probed my cheeks a bit deeper with her finger. She leaned over, whisperingagain.

"Well precious… you have the right idea, but I wouldn't call youa woman. More like a girl. A weak, frightened little girl." I squirmed at Linda'swords, knowing that they rang true. She continued.

"In fact, I think that from now on, I'm going to call you "girl." What doyou think of that?" She reached down, stroking my hair

"I-I don't know, Mistress…" I was squirming with her words, wishingthat she would change the subject. She smiled.

"It's okay, princess." Her whisper was genuinely affectionate. "I can makeyou feel more like a girl. Would you like me to do that for you?"

"Yes Mistress." I didn't know what else to say. She kissed me behind theear.

"Good little girly slut. I'll be right back." Linda turned off the light,leaving the room. My cock was rock hard, stiffer than it had yet been withher. Sleep overtook me after only a few moments, and I drifted off into a deepslumber.

I was awakened by a tapping sensation, first across my eyes and forehead,then slowly moving down against my cheeks and lips. I stirred and saw Lindastanding naked over me, a large, translucent, almost grotesque purple objectbetween us. My eyes widened when I realized what it was.

"No.." I said. "Oh God, Mistress.. no!" I tried to roll away, but realizedthat my wrists had been tightly bound to my ankles, rendering me helpless andtotally exposing me to her. She clutched my hair, and aggressively pressedthe stiff strap on dildo to my lips, trying to part my teeth with it.

"Yes, slut." I continued to resist as she pressed the object against myface. "This is the price you pay for protection. Open your mouth!" I rolledmy face away, bristling with terror.

"No, Mistress.. please, not this. I'll do anything, but please – " Lindaroughly cupped both sides of my face as I spoke , using the opportunity topush the dildo inside my open mouth. I squirmed, making muffled noises as shepressed it towards my throat, gagging me momentarily. I looked her in the eyes,pleading.

"Relax, bitch. Relax your glottis or you'll choke." I relented, relaxingas she slid the dildo to the back of my throat. Remarkably, I stopped gagging.She pinned me to the bed, hands on my face, her knees pressing on my shoulders.Linda pulled on my ears slightly, coaxing me to suck.

"Now, slut," she said. "If you want my protection, you will suck my rubbercock. And when I feel like I want to fuck you with it, you will roll over andspread your legs and submit to me like a good little girl. Is that clear?" Inodded fearfully as she slowly bobbed the dildo in and out. She smiled.

"Good princess." She leaned down, whispering. "If you don't want my protection,that's okay too. I'll just take my cock out of your mouth and toss your sissyass out that door. You'll be at the mercy of about two dozen sisters who don'treally like males or the police very much. They especially don't like candy-assedpigs on the take who wear garters and stockings. Did you see the size of thoseknives they carry?" I shook my head no. She giggled and tapped on the rubbercock, whispering. "This is small in comparison." I went pale as she pulledthe cock out of my mouth.

"Now roll over and shut up," she said. "I don't want to hear a peep out ofyou. Is that clear?" I nodded, rolling onto my haunches. "You can scream andsqueal like a whore in heat when I fuck you, but I don't want to hear any peeping,okay?" She giggled as I buried my head in the pillow and spread my legs aswide as I could, sobbing quietly to myself, She ran her fingers salaciouslydown the crack of my ass, spreading them, foreshadowing my impending rape.I could feel her smile.

"You're a virgin, aren't you honey?"

"Y-yes Mistress."

"Then this will hurt. But if you give yourself to me fully, there will bepleasure in it for you as well. Will you cooperate and not fight me?"

"I'll cooperate, Mistress." She patted my cheeks lightly.

"Good girl." She said. "Now, no matter what happens, I don't want you tocum. Is that clear?" I felt her poise the tip flush against my bud, slowlyincreasing pressure. I wondered how such a violation could possibly inducean orgasm in me.

"Yes Mistress. I will not cum." She continued the pressure, breaching myanal cavity. I inhaled sharply.

"You cum when I say you can cum… and not before. Is that clear?" Shepressed inside me slightly deeper. I spread my legs slightly to accommodatethe large dildo.

"Y-yes Mistress, it's clear." She grasped my hips hard with her hands andleaned over, kissing and licking my ear. She whispered to me.

"Good." She said. Suddenly she rose up, thrusting hard, abruptly slammingher hips against mine, and buried the entire length of her cock inside my rectum.I moaned and retched, suddenly overcome with shock and pain, emitting an involuntaryhigh pitched squeal. I sounded just like a girl. Linda responded to my reaction,hungrily pulling my legs apart. She then bent over, slapping my face hard.She leaned down, running her hands up my belly, clutching my small breastsand pinching the nipples.

"Mine. My bitch." She writhed inside me, pumping her hips hard for emphasis.The friction inside my anus caused it to heat up as I moaned in submission.

"Your bitch." I relented, giving myself to her. She growled atop me, fuckingme harder.

"My whore." She hammered me again as tears welled in my eyes.

"Your whore," I spread my legs farther, involuntarily pressing back againsther. Her perfume commingled with her sweat. Her powerful muscles manipulatedmy tightly bound body and took it, hips slapping against my ass, probing handsand fingertips feeling me, her hot breath cascading across my neck as the dildopounded inside me. Amazingly, my own cock grew rock hard as she began pushingagainst my prostate. I squirmed, trying to prevent a climax, remembering heradmonition. This turned her on even more as she panted salaciously; sweat pouringoff her chest engulfing my body, finally overtaking her in a loud orgasm.

She collapsed on top of me, buried inside to the hilt, my body split openbeneath her. She bit my neck and felt my cock, still hard, dripping with precumbut still stiff Linda smeared a dollop of my spunk across my face and lips,forcing me to lick my own juices. I shuddered, whimpering as I licked, strippedof whatever remaining manhood I'd had left. She began to pull out, sated andself-satisfied.

"Good little slut. Now don't you feel just like a girl?" I lay there shivering,violated.

"Yes Mistress." I replied meekly. She rolled me over, smiling tenderly asour eyes met. She pulled off the dildo, casting it aside.

"You have been a good little bride." She leaned down, kissing me tenderly,playfully stroking my cock as a means of keeping it stiff. I lay there helpless,still bound tightly, unable to move. She rose up and smiled, then turned asthe door quietly unlocked and opened. I gasped.

It was Gloria. She had changed into leather boots, blue jeans, and a blackT-shirt. Her hair was tied back into a bun, as though she was preparing togo to work. She smiled and embraced Linda's still naked form warmly. They kissedsensually. The sight caused my cock to twitch anew. They spoke in Spanish asGloria inspected the large dildo, laughing in my direction and licking theperspiration off her lover's damp body as Linda used animated body languageto reenact my rape. I trembled in fear, remembering how Gloria had humiliatedand nearly seriously injured me earlier.

Linda pointed casually towards me. Gloria made eye contact, her smile fading,and then slowly walked over. I lay helpless, my wrists and ankles tied together,squirming on the bed. I tried to find Linda with my eyes, nonverbally seekingthe protection I had bought with my virginity, but she was gone.

Gloria sat down on the edge of the bed. She said nothing. Her eyes met minein a menacing gaze, and I looked away briefly. She responded by clutching mychin and moving her face closer, forcing my eyes to meet hers. Her stare neverbroke, and she never smiled. Still fully clothed, she was intimidating andpredatory.

After a few moments, she clutched a handful of my hair, and then bent downto kiss me. It was more like an attack than a sensual kiss, as her tongue ploweddeep inside my mouth, probing it relentlessly. Her other hand moved from mychin down to my throat, and she squeezed. Not hard enough to choke me or cutoff my breathing, merely hard enough to remind me that she easily could doso if she so chose. I squirmed in futility trying to resist, making mufflednoises into her mouth. She continued to kiss me hard for a few moments, andthen abruptly broke it off, releasing me.

Gloria rose up for a moment, then proceeded to reach down and touch me. Sheconcentrated on my legs and still rigid cock, placing special emphasis on thestockings and garters and other feminine clothing I was wearing. She tweakedand rubbed my nipples and ran her hands over the sides of my face. She stilldid not smile or speak. There was not a hint of emotion present in her manner,merely workmanlike efficiency.

Finally, she stood up and began to disrobe. She pulled off her shirt andbra underneath, allowing her full, firm, sensuous breasts to dangle freelyfrom her chest. I licked my lips at the sight, which seemed to annoy her. Sheabruptly bent down, pulling my hair up once again, and pressed my face squarelyinto her cleavage. She held me there, arms wrapped tightly around my neck,suffocating me. I writhed and squirmed for a while, becoming more desperateas my air supply depleted. She released me just as I felt myself slipping intothe abyss, rising up only a few inches. Her scent and essence wafted into mylungs as I recovered. I looked up to see only her breasts in my field of vision,her stiff nipples and areolas looking more like ominous orbs than sensual globes..Gloria had sent me a message, that her breasts were powerful and formidableand not playthings to promote male sexual gratification. She was strong, whileI remained weak and bound. I felt my cock stiffen all over again with the realizationas she slowly rose up.

She unbuckled her belt, pushing her blue jeans down to the floor and removingher boots, revealing a pair of black leather panties underneath. She reachedunderneath her crotch, gathering some of her juices, smearing her pungent scentacross my nose and mouth before slowly pulling her panties off.

Gloria stepped back, allowing me to view her full form. I was careful notto reveal any expression that could be strewn as disrespectful Nevertheless,her shapely hips, her firm, supple breasts, her shaved pussy, her perfect derrierethat I had memorized from forced worship the day before, all conspired to forcemy member to strain upward.

She pulled her hair from its bun, allowing it flow forward, over her shouldersand across her back as she approached me. I recoiled as much as my bonds wouldallow. I was intimidated by her and afraid of her demonstrated unpredictability,and did not desire sex with this woman regardless of my aroused state. Gloriahad to sense this but didn't care. She moved in like a cat, climbing abruptlyonto the bed and swinging my bound leg towards her. She forcefully sat on mystomach, easily subduing me, clutching my throat and constricting my breathever so slightly until I capitulated. She burned her expressionless gaze intomine, holding onto my neck, reaching back with her other hand to painfullybend my cock forward and into her slippery vortex. I grunted as she forcefullyimpaled herself, squeezing my neck and repeatedly slapping my face. She wrappedher legs around mine tightly, engulfing me with her wetness, squeezing my hardcock possessively with her vaginal muscles. I moaned from the intense pleasure,squirming to keep from climaxing before I had permission.

Gloria shifted herself atop me. She moved slowly at first, fucking me withdeep strokes, gritting her teeth and mumbling in Spanish, then going progressivelyharder and faster as she raped me. I struggled in vain to somehow escape, orat least gain a modicum of control in order to ward off the psychological effectsof being taken by her, but it was no use. My bonds kept me securely hogtied,restricting my movements as she used me, pounding her hips onto my engorgedgroin, clutching my tiny boy breasts and rolling my sensitive nipples untilI moaned in submission. She fucked me hard and deep, intensifying her thrusts,making the bed squeak, causing our sweat to commingle. I felt her cum on myballs, he hot, wet juices marking me, coating my sensitive skin with her deliciouswarmth. I swooned in ecstasy as I felt her grip me tightly, a guttural screamrumbling from deep within her lungs. I was slipping away, almost unable tohold back anymore.

"Cum," a voice whispered. It was Linda, whispering into my ear, touchingherself, nibbling at my lobes. "Cum, princesses… give yourself to mygirl."

I responded, arching my back quickly. I let go, shooting a hot rope of spunkdeep inside Gloria, my senses blurring briefly as I gave myself to raw pleasure,seeing nothing but red. I moaned as she milked me, thrusting herself to yetanother orgasm as she did so. Then she collapsed on top of me, her full bodyweight bearing down, holding me tight, suddenly kissing me tenderly along myneck and cheeks. She pushed her tongue inside my mouth once again, this timemore gently, stroking my hair and face as I remained inside her, still spasmingwith pleasure. I saw a single tear stream down Gloria's cheek as she finallybroke her stoic expression and smiled.

"I love you," she whispered.

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I waited patiently as the laser printer whirred to life, eventually ejectinga lengthy legal document. It was some sort of power of attorney decree requiringmy signature in several places, although I'd been instructed by my MistressLinda to simply sign where indicated and not to pay its contents much heed.

She sat snuggled close next to me on the office sofa, with Gloria snuggledclose on the other side. They each held onto one of my hands with both of theirs,pulling each arm into their respective laps. It felt like their attentionswere more to restrain me in the event I objected in any way to the proceedingsat hand than to show affection. In the meantime, Ms. Eva Dominguez, a matronly,short haired, slightly overweight forty something attorney retained by my Mistress,smiled down at me.

"This is a very generous gift you are tendering to the Las Chicas Diablasfoundation, Daniel… a very generous gift indeed." She donned a pairof reading glasses, quickly marking off those areas requiring my signature.I bowed my head slightly and nodded in response, knowing that I had littlechoice but to sign the document. "There are some wayward, disadvantaged younggirls out in the world that will have a brighter future because of the actionyou are taking today." Linda smiled.

"He is a good man, Eva… we are so proud of him." She released my handso that I could sign the form. Linda's smile abated ever so slightly as shemade eye contact with me, an obvious nonverbal suggestion that I'd best signthe form if I knew what was good for me. Her smile peaked again as I leanedforward and placed my signature and initials in the appropriate places.

I was, essentially, relinquishing all interest in my property and incomewith a single stroke of the pen. My house would be placed on the market andsold, with the proceeds going to Las Hembras under the guise of a fictitiouscharity. The title to my car and my investments would go to Linda, with mysalary being directly deposited into a bank account managed by Gloria. I wouldbe set up in a small studio apartment with a tiny stipend for necessities.The women would henceforth manage all of my financial affairs.

I would continue to work as a parole officer, but Gloria would make all ofthe actual decisions regarding parole. While I would authorize the releaseof many female gang members, some would remain behind bars as a means of consolidatingthe organization's control in prison as well, eventually being rotated out.In addition, male gangsters who failed to cooperate with Las Hembras wouldbe subject to trumped up parole violation charges and extended prison time.

Gloria reached up to my neck, stroking and kissing the new tattoo I sportedbehind my left ear. It was a tiny pink rose without any thorns, a delicate,vulnerable looking flower, completely indicative of my status as a male slavein an all-female gang. Gloria had confided in me that she'd wanted to takeme as a lover for some time, but that her Mistress Linda had demanded thatI be forced to capitulate to her and the gang first. Gloria's hostile temperamenttowards me had been entirely Linda's idea, with the intent being to mandatethat I seek her protection.

As I completed signing the documents, the women all began conversing withone another in Spanish. I immediately lowered my head, since Linda had informedme that all such conversations among women were intended to be private. I wasnot to use my limited linguistic skills to try to decipher their words, butsimply had to wait until they began to speak English again. I didn't have towait long.

"Well, honey," Linda spoke to Gloria. "I think we'd best be going. Eva, yousend our little princess home when you're done with her, okay?" The girls gotup to leave as I remained on the couch. Both hugged and kissed me, then exitedout the door. Eva grinned, and then sat on the couch next to me. She leanedagainst the armrest and lewdly flipped her left leg onto the sofa, revealinga pair of crotchless pantyhose beneath her dress and a hairy, exposed pussy.She snapped her fingers, pointed between her legs and leaned back expectantly.

"Get busy, little slut," she said. "I don't work for nothing, you know." Iobediently knelt on the floor and kissed my way up her thighs to her musk scentedwetness. She grabbed my hair and clutched her thick legs about my head, moaningand emoting in Spanish as she came in my mouth. It was the first of many climaxesthat afternoon, and the first of many, many days spent in the service of LasHembras.