Crossing the Cartel

Portraying a calm outward demeanor that masked his seething impatience, Carlos sat in the shade at the outdoor cafe, casting glances down the road. A persistent fly circled, dodging the shooing motion of the man’s hand. Across the small table, Rosalita, decked out in finest clothes, jewels and tits that drug money could buy, chattered mindlessly on the edge of his consciousness until a warning look from Carlos throttled her into reluctant silence.

A faint dust cloud rose on the horizon, heralding the approach of a black Range Rover. The grime-covered vehicle arrived in the small Mexican town, wide-lug tires crunching in the reddish dirt as it pulled to a stop in the town square near the cafe.

Santiago eased from the driver’s door, working kinks from his muscles after the long, bumpy drive. He opened the back door and unceremoniously dragged a squirming girl from the rear seat. She landed a nasty kick on Santiago’s shin. He growled and rewarded her with a hard backhand across the face that rocked her head with the impact. His powerful fingers gripped down hard on the back of neck, forcing a cry of pain from her bruised lips. A hard shove sent her stumbling forward to fall face-first into the street, her hands cuffed behind her. Spitting dirt, she looked up at Carlos, unrestrained hatred glittering in her dark brown eyes. Numerous minor cuts and abrasions on her pretty face suggested she had not come along easily. Her plain brown skirt was torn in several places and her tight tan halter top was smudged with streaks of blood.

“The father?” Carlos inquired.

“Dead.” Santiago replied coldly. “Started shooting as soon as we tracked them down. Jose had to kill him.”

Carlos glared, fingers drumming on the table as his irritation rose. “And the mother?”

Santiago shook his head, indicating the same fate. “Shot Jose dead and wounded Diego,” The heavily tattooed thug replied, gesturing with a casual nod towards the bandaged man unconscious in the passenger seat of the Rover. “Then turned the gun on herself.”

Carlos ground his teeth in frustration. How was he supposed to set an example and keep control of this festering dung heap of a town? Already the locals were gathering, fear and curiosity plastered on their insipid faces. If he couldn’t keep this unwashed rabble in check, the cartel wouldn’t hesitate to replace him and leave his body dangling from the nearest bridge. He turned his attention to the battered daughter, struggling to sit up with her hands still restrained behind her back. She wasn’t the ideal target for his wrath, but she was all that was left.

“What’s your name, cunt?” the gang leader growled.

The girl ignored him until Santiago stepped forward grabbed a fistful of her hair, brutally yanking her head up to face his boss. “Answer El Jefe!” he snarled in her ear.

“Ange… Angelina!” she gasped, eyes watering in pain.

“You know why you’re here?” Carlos inquired calmly, more as an announcement to the ignorant town folk than a direct question to the girl.

“Because your shitbag brother can’t get women like my mother without raping them?” Angelina spat in reply. “Because when my father caught your brother, he gutted him like a pig and left him to squeal like a little bitch until he finally bled out and died?”

Murmurs, rumblings, and nods of approval passed through the gathering crowd. This wasn’t proceeding at all like Carlos wished. Santiago pulled a well-worn pistol from his belt and lowered it to the back of Angelina’s head. The girl’s defiant expression wavered. He rocked back the hammer on the 1911, looking to his boss for permission to pull the trigger.

Carlos held up his hand, delivering a stay of execution. A simple bullet to the brain was insufficient recompense for the death of his brother. “You need to learn respect, cunt” he countered in a low tone. “Respect!” He bellowed, rising from his seat and sweeping his hand across the collection of cringing locals. He sat back down and beckoned with his finger, summoning his trusted lieutenant, Juan, to the table, delivering instructions in hissed undertones. The swarthy man listened carefully then hurried off to obey the instructions of his boss.

Juan soon reappeared in the street, driving a harried shop keeper and two employees along with angry gestures of his pistol. The men struggled under the heavy load of numerous sacks of grain, which they piled in the middle of the street. Preparations complete, Juan savagely yanked the wide-eyed girl to her feet. Despite her kicking and screaming, Juan and Santiago soon had her lashed with ropes, face down across the grain bags, helplessly trussed with her shapely rear end thrust up over the high point of the stack.

“This girl’s family is responsible for the death of my brother!” Carlos addressed the crowd. “Watch and learn what happens when you cross me!” He turned his attention downward. “Diablo!” he snapped. The huge black Doberman dozing at is feet scrambled to attention, muscles quivering. “Sic!” the thug commanded. His extended arm launched the growling beast in the direction of the helplessly bound girl as the crowd parted with gasps of horror.

Snarling, the powerful canine tore across the square, gaining speed with every lengthy stride. But as he reached his intended target, Diablo skidded to a dusty halt. He sniffed the air, cocking his head sideways with a curious expression. “Diablo! Sic!” Carlos yelled again, his enraged voice cracking with exasperation.

Diablo’s head swiveled back and forth between his master and the girl, apparently caught in a quandary. He slowly slunk closer, ears laid back and his nose frantically sniffing. He shoved his snout under the hem of the girl’s dress, finding her firm thighs spread wide by the taunt ropes of her restraints. She shrieked as the canine’s cold nose found her intimate regions, her head snapping up in shock. Her yelp of dismay sent the startled Doberman scurrying a few paces in retreat. Then he stopped, his stubby tail wagging. Despite the undertone of tension and danger, a nervous giggle rippled through the crowd at the cringing antics of the ominous guard dog.

“Diablo! Sic her!” Santiago screamed, his face turning red with rage. But the Doberman had other ideas. He cautiously approached the bound and squirming girl, building his courage. Tentatively he brought his jaws to bear on the hem of her skirt, giving an experimental tug. Angelina squirmed, her handcuffed hands clenching and twisting in a futile attempt to clutch her dress. Diablo thrashed his head from side to side, paws digging into the dusty road for traction. The garment slid down off her hips, exposing her firm, smooth ass. The crowd gasped and muttered, seeing that the little minx wasn’t clad in a stitch of underwear.

The Doberman held his nose to the wind, flanks heaving as he savored the alluring scent. The girl had been putting on a fine show of false bravado, but her frantically pounding heart sent adrenaline rushing throughout her body, rendering every muscle taunt as a tightly strung wire. The subtle friction of the rough grain sacks beneath her teased her nipples, coaxing the fleshy nubs into an embarrassing state of erection. Blood pumped to the ruffled lips of her exposed pussy and those soft vaginal lips slowly unfurled. Revealed within the enticing pink folds, dewy wetness glistened in the hot sun. Her fellow town folk might have assumed the oozing trickle down her creamy inner thigh was simply sweat from the midday heat. But Angelina groaned as she knew better, a red flush of shame tinting her pretty facial features. The comparison was not lost on the poor girl — Carlos’ brother had raped her mother in almost the compromising position as she now found herself.

Diablo cautiously approached, his master’s repeated commands to attack falling on deaf ears. The huge canine paused and shivered, feeling his cock slip from its fleshy sheath and swell into a massive erection. Uttering a low growl, the beast reared up and mounted the hapless girl, wrapping his front paws tightly around her chest as he lunged his furry loins forward with a hard thrust.

Mothers shrieked, covering the eyes of their innocent children. Men surged forward in indignant rage, restrained only by the angry voices and drawn weapons of the gunmen. Carlos looked around, hints of satisfaction creeping into the corners of his thin, cruel lips. Unplanned, the disobedient guard dog had managed to achieve what his master had desired. The assembly of peasants gaped in wide-eyed horror as Diablo mounted the defenseless girl.

The Doberman thrust – a misaimed stroke too low that sent his hard prick into the clutching embrace between Angelina’s clenched, silky thighs. He drew back and lunged again. The girl thrashed in a panic, her shapely hips twisting and bucking. Diablo’s huge cock skimmed upwards, slipping along through the deep cleft of her smooth, firm ass cheeks. The canine pulled back, haunches quivering with anticipation. He jostled his hind legs for a better position and tightened the grip of his front paws around the squirming girl’s chest. Her tight halter top dragged upward and a mewling protest escaped her lips as her round tits spilled free. She thrashed, muscles straining against the ropes that secured her wrists and ankles, the tight bindings digging into tender flesh.

Angelina collapsed, her chest heaving from the futile exertion. Diablo seized on the moment, driving his furry loins forward. The tip of his huge cock found the open slit of her pussy and plowed into that sweet embrace. Angelina shrieked, her naked ass thrashing as she tried to dismount the eager Doberman. But with a long, forceful stroke, the canine’s throbbing cock sank into her wet, quivering cunt, embedding deeply.

The girl sobbed with humiliation as an angry murmur rumbled through the crowd. But despite their rage, the peasants couldn’t control their natural curiosity. Unable to turn away, they jostled for position, hoping to gain a better view of the atrocity playing out before them. Carried on a seepage of vaginal juices, a diluted trickle of blood tinted the girl’s inner thigh, a testimony to the virginity the raping dog cock had just plundered.

Diablo drew back, the motion raising a burning friction in Angelia’s straining pussy. Glistening, the Doberman’s huge cock dripped streamers of vaginal fluids as it stood poised. He thrust, furry loins impacting the girl’s upturned rump with a fleshy slap as he buried himself balls-deep in that tight twat. A lustful grunt was forced from Angelina’s lips as her clutching cunt was again stuffed well beyond its limits. Now fully lubricated, Diablo’s prick slid like a well-oiled piston from her silky-smooth vaginal sleeve as he pulled back. He paused, only the throbbing tip of his twitching prick still lodged within her. A quiet moan of anticipation escaped the girl and she subconsciously rolled her hips as she awaited the next inevitable thrust.

The Doberman gripped her tight, sharp nails from his front paws raking red welts onto the sides of her soft tits. With a growl, he thrust. Angelina gasped, her hips flinching backwards of their own accord. Diablo’s balls smacked up hard against the widely splayed lips of her pretty little cunt, his hairy nut sack teasing and tickling the pink, tender flesh. The aroused beast drew back once more, but in his excitement he exaggerated the motion. His entire cock slipped from the hot, clutching embrace of the girl’s pussy, snapping up tight against his furry underbelly. A cry escaped Angelina’s slack mouth, sounding very similar to “Noooooooo…”

Frantically, Diablo wriggled on her naked back, desperate to thrust his massive cock back into her wonderful little fuck slot. Angelina’s wrist-cuffed hands squirmed underneath the writhing canine’s belly, fingers instinctively seeking that throbbing cock. Her delicate digits finally found and closed around his huge prick, feeling it pulse in her grasp. Fighting against her bonds, she directed the rigid shaft downward, feeling its oozing tip slither through her ass crack.