Cate was barely done enjoying her orgasm from Gabriela’s tongue in the back of the van, when she felt the van beginning to slow down.

 

“Cawthorn,” she called out, “what are you doing?”

 

“You just iced an entire van of Alvaristas, Honeytits,” said Cawthorn.  “We’re done with your little tourist expedition.  I have to get out of this country before Alvarez finds me.”

 

Cate was up on her knees quickly.  

 

“I don’t think so, Cawthorn,” she said.  “We’re going to Coatzacoalcos.  Speed up.”

 

Cawthorn glanced back at her quickly, but didn’t really see her.

 

“Listen to me, you dumb bitch,” he said.  “I know you’re still wet from lezzing off with my slave slut back there, and you’re thinking with your bitch cunt instead of using your brain like a man, but whatever little bimbo expedition you’re on needs to end.  We have about 48 hours, at most, to cross the border at one of this country or the other, or maybe get in a boat, because otherwise the Alvarez Cartel will find us, and they will kill us *slowly*, as an example.  Me, they’ll torture.  You bitches will probably get raped, a lot.  If you’re lucky they’ll cut out your tongues and keep you as sex toys.  If you’re unlucky, it will be worse.  So we’re turning around, you see?”

 

Cate moved until she could lean into the front seat, near to Cawthorn’s ear.

 

“No, you listen to me, you awful American man,” she said.  “I know you’re a cowardly little shit who thinks with his dick, but if you stop to think for a few moments, you might remember that you currently have zero guns, and I have two, and right now the semiautomatic is pointed at the base of your spine in a downward angle, and if I pull the trigger it’s going to paralyse you for life *and* obliterate your shrivelled little testicles with a single bullet.  And I can drive this van just as well as you, and I’m wondering exactly what I need you alive for in the first place.  So if it’s all the same to you, we’re going to keep driving.”

 

Cawthorn was silent.  Cate pushed the gun against the back of the driver’s seat, hard enough to make the seat jump.

 

“Aren’t we?” she asked again.

 

Cawthorn swallowed a big mouthful of air.

 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a quiet voice.

 

Cate looked down at the still-naked Noni and Gabriela.  She very badly wanted to fuck one or both of them again.  Her cunt was wet and Gabriela’s cunnilingus skills had been exceptional.  

 

But now she had to keep an eye on Cawthorn.  And she *probably* couldn’t do that reliably while orgasming.

 

She sighed.  The sacrifices she made in the name of archaeology were terrible.

 

Instead, and with some reluctance, she retrieved her panties from Cawthorn, and put her underpants and shorts back on.

 

Her top, though, she left off.  Cawthorn was right.  It *did* feel good driving around with her tits out.  (Because it made her wet to be a good little sex-decoration, she remembered admitting to Cawthorn - but that couldn’t be right, could it?)

 

And anyway, if anyone gave her a hard time about her exposed breasts - well, she had two guns.

 

===

 

They reached Coatzacoalcos at night.  They ditched the highly-recognisable purple “Puta” van in a deserted parking lot outside of town and made their way into town on foot.  Cate reluctantly covered her tits, and helped the other two girls to get dressed.  She even appropriated Cawthorn’s jacket so that Gabriela could cover her “RAPE THIS CUNT” shirt - although there wasn’t much they could do about her crotchless khaki pants, other than hope that no one would notice Gabriela’s pussy in the darkness.

 

Cawthorn swore at them and told them that it wasn’t safe to stay overnight in Coatzacoalcos now, and that the Alvaristas would be looking for them.  That was a reasonable point, but Cate needed to sleep, and she didn’t trust the American to behave himself while Cate wasn’t conscious, and nor were either Noni or Gabriela so comfortable with guns that she wanted to put them in charge of the firearms.

 

So she pushed her pistol into the small of Cawthorn’s back and marched him at gunpoint to a shady hostel that asked few questions, and paid for a single room, and once they were in the room, she pushed Cawthorn into the room’s small closet and tied the door shut with rope from her kit.

 

“Are you kidding me?” Cawthorn yelled from within the closet.  “Are you fucking kidding me?  Let me out, you dumb British slut!”

 

“I’m still not sure we need you alive, Mr Cawthorn,” said Cate.  “So I’d watch my mouth if I were you.”

 

And with Cawthorn taken care of, she stripped naked and jumped on to the bed with Noni and Gabriela.  It turned out that beautiful brunette Gabriela was still feeling *very* grateful, and gorgeous blonde Noni was as horny and eager to please as ever, and Cate discovered that if the three girls arranged themselves in a triangle *just so* they could each lick the cunt of the girl to their left while being licked by the girl to her right.  This was a new experience for Cate - but a very pleasurable one.

 

===

 

She slept with her face buried in Noni’s cunt, breathing in the pleasant scent of her maidservant’s arousal, and as she slept, she dreamed.

 

She was naked, and crawling, through the corridors of Star Manor.  It felt good to crawl, like a good little bitch, with her udders swaying beneath her.

 

She could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom, and as she drew near she saw steam leaking around the edge of the closed door, and she knew her father was showering.  She reached up and opened the bathroom door, and then crawled inside her.

 

Her father was in the shower, and he turned in surprise as she entered.  She could see every inch of his naked body, including his large flaccid cock.

 

“Cate,” he said, “what are you doing in here?  I’m showering!”

 

“Can I play with your cock, daddy?” she heard herself say.  “I just want to touch it.  I want to make you feel good.”

 

And as her father looked down at her naked body, and her large tits, she saw to her horror that his cock was beginning to stiffen.  Her father was becoming aroused by his daughter’s nude body.

 

“No, Cate,” he said.  “You’re being a disgusting slut.  Get out of here immediately.”

 

And his voice was so stern that she did, indeed, back up.

 

But before she left she saw that his cock was rock hard.

 

And she wondered if he was going to clean it, now, in the shower.  And whether he would pump it as he cleaned it, masturbating himself gently.

 

And she wondered what her father would think about as he pumped his cock.

 

Somehow, she knew it would be her tits.

 

She writhed with shame and guilt - but also with lust, at the thought of her father masturbating to the thought of her.

 

And then she woke.

 

===

 

Noni and Gabriela were still asleep.  She could hear snoring from the closet where Cawthorn was trapped.

 

Eyes blank, Cate rose from the bed, and retrieved the black communication device from her pack, along with a small wooden clothes peg from her miscellaneous supplies..  Then she went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and spread her legs.  

 

Carefully, she attached the clothespeg to her clitoris.  It hurt.  She moaned.  Then she took the communications device and photographed herself naked, with her legs spread, with the peg on her clit.

 

She followed it up with a report on her progress, including the combat yesterday against the Alvaristas, and then the transfer of power (and guns) from Cawthorn to Cate.

 

She sat staring blankly at the device, the peg still attached to her cunt, for several minutes.  And then, suddenly, it buzzed, and a message appeared on it.

 

“Princess, you have been very bad, and disrespectful to a man,” read the message.  “What would your Daddy think?  Make it right, like the slut you are, and show him you know your place as a fuckrag.  Convince him to take you to your destination with your body, not your guns.  By this afternoon, you will remember that you had power over him and that you didn’t want to do this, but you will believe that the reason you did it is because your tits are so big and your cunt is so slutty and that, as a woman, you are stupid.  Take another picture of your cunt to show you understand.”

 

Cate photographed her cunt again, then rose and put the device pack in her pack in the main room.  Then she returned to the bathroom and showered, with the peg still on her clit, and by the time the shower was over she had forgotten the black device completely.  She took the peg off without thinking about it and then rubbed her pussy until it was horny again.  The warm water made her remember that she had had an erotic dream about a shower, and a hard cock.  She didn’t remember whose cock it was but somehow she knew it would taste good in her mouth, and feel good between her legs, and that she wanted to please it …

 

She exited the shower and towelled off.  Then she walked straight to the closet and untied the doors.

 

Noni was just waking up.  “Mistress?” she asked, bleary eyed.  “What are you doing?  Do you need your guns?”

 

“No,” said Cate.  “I’ve made a terrible mistake, Noni.  We all have.  We acted like dumb sluts and we were mean to a man - a man that we need to protect us and guide us.”

 

She opened the closet doors, to reveal Cawthorn.  When he saw she didn’t have a gun, he launched himself from the closet, his hands grabbing at Cate’s neck.

 

“Please, sir,” gasped Cate, as Cawthorn landed on top of her naked body, his knees between hers.  “Please, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for being a cunt.  Please.”

 

Noni struggled up from the bed, intending to defend her mistress, but Cate waved at her with a free hand, signalling her to stand down.  

 

Gabriela, too, looked like she might have wanted to attack Roger Cawthorn - but at the end of the day, he was still “managing her debt”, keeping her family safe from the cartels.  At least, in theory.  She couldn’t know whether he still had the ability to do that, now that the Alvaristas were hunting him - but nor could she really afford to take chances.

 

And so the two girls watched Cawthorn choke the naked, writhing Cate.

 

“Please,” gasped Cate again.  “I’m sorry.”

 

Cawthorn relaxed his hold a little when he saw that the other two girls were not going to fight. 

 

“What’s changed your mind, Honeytits?” he asked her.

 

“I just… overnight I realised that I’d been a dumb cunt,” said Cate.  The words didn’t entirely feel like her own, but they came to her easily, and she said them as soon as they appeared in her mind.  “I was very bad and disrespectful.  I should have understood that my proper place is as a fuckrag.  I know my place now, sir.”

 

Cawthorn eased back a little more.

 

“Well, now, that’s more like it,” he said.  “A genuine change of heart.  And so what’s going to happen now?”

 

“You’re going to rape me, sir, if you want to,” said Cate.  “But then, afterwards - please, take us to Campeche.  And then on to Calakmul.  The Alvaristas will never find you in the jungle.  And we’ll be well-behaved.  We’ll be such good sluts.  We’ll make it worth your while…”

 

She could feel Cawthorn’s cock, hard inside his pants, and she could see him staring at her generous, nude tits.  He was thinking with his dick now, and that was good for her.

 

With a grunt, he opened his pants, and took out his cock, and then lowered his weight and pushed his penis into Cate’s fuckhole.

 

Cate moaned with pleasure.  She hated this man, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt to feel her cunt used for its intended purpose.  She had lost her virginity to the dick of an anonymous Mexican marine only three days ago, and already she had begun to crave the feeling of having a cock forced into her pussy.  She bucked her hips eagerly, and soon the two of them were fucking wildly on the hostel floor as Noni and Gabriela watched.

 

She had thought Cawthorn would cum quickly, but he took his time, and after a while he pulled out so that he could fuck her mouth.  He controlled her whole head with his hands, physically bouncing her face up and down on his dick with enough force that she thought she might bruise her nose or lips.  He shoved his cock deep down her throat and held it there until she began to struggle for breath.

 

And then he was pulling out, and flipping her around so that she was on all fours, and he was fucking her pussy again - and this time he *did* cum soon afterwards.  She felt his hot semen flood her womb, and as soon as he released his grip on her hips, she pulled away and wiggled around so that she could clean his cock with her mouth.  As she licked and sucked at him, Cawthorn signalled to Gabriela, and the beautiful Latina girl climbed down from the bed to lick the American’s cum out of Cate’s cunt.

 

And part of Cate’s mind was screaming at her, that she was being stupid.  She had been in control of this expedition, for seemingly the first time since she had landed in Mexico, and now she had given that control up again, and let a man rape her for no reason.  Why was she doing this?

 

But she knew why she was doing this.  She was a good girl.  She was daddy’s princess.  And daddy’s princess was always nice to men.  The voice in her head told her so.

 

So she helped Cawthorn tie Gabriela and Noni naked to the bed, and then lay still as he tied her alongside them, helpless to move.

 

“Stay there, cunts,” said Cawthorn.  “I’m going to sort out our transport.  I’ll be back soon.”

 

And as he left, Cate knew that he could be doing anything - betraying them to the cartels, turning them over to Mexican authorities, or even arranging to sell them into slavery.

 

But she stayed still, bound in place with rope, and waited passively like a good girl.

 

Cawthorn was a man, after all.  And men knew best.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)