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CALIFORNIA
FALLEN
(MMM/FFF, Celebrity, Slavery)
Cindy
Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
This
one stretches imagination more than usual, I guess...
*****
Cindy was
crammed into the auditorium with the rest of the students of USC – there were
some who were pretending to be going
along out of their own will, but everyone knew the truth, didn’t they? Students were being hauled into the
auditorium to listen to Carlos Fuentes, acting Governor of California, because
any refusal were sure to be met with a violent punishment.
Carlos Fuentes
was the youngest son of Raul Fuentes, King of Mexico, and now ruler of
California after the fall of the western state into Mexican hands following the
big war. US forces still kept up their
efforts across the California border, but these days it seemed more of an effort
to hold on to territory, rather than to recapture California…
And it was
Carlos Fuentes who’d been ruling California for the last year on behalf of his
father: He was 33-years old and was known to be extremely overbearing and
cruel… He was known to rule over
California with a heavy fist, and there was no shortage of ordinary and famous
Californians who were rotting in prison or had disappeared altogether. He’d played no role in the military campaign
and capture of California, but subjugation of the State and dismantling of US
forces had been his doing… And Carlos Fuentes’s arrogance was well-known too –
he had no one to report to, except for his father, and his elder brothers who
ran the Military and Commerce functions in Mexico…
Carlos was
rumored to rule hard – and party hard…
He’d taken over the famous Hearst Castle as his primary residences… He had a habit of throwing lavish parties
there, hosting not only the ruling Mexican elite of California, and his chief
commanders, but also American businessmen who’d made peace with their new ruler
and wanted to be in his good graces.
But there were
darker rumors too – not just about summary executions and Mexican
brutality… But about Carlos’s personal
tastes… such that Carlos would just pick
off young women off the street to rape and enslave… rumors of missing models
and celebrities, who’d disappeared into Carlos’s harem… rumors that he no longer enjoyed sex without
taking women by force… it all sounded
like stories made up to horrify his American subjects, but under the tyranny of
its new rulers, California was in a draught of real information….
There were about
200 hundred students in the auditorium, surrounded by a few dozen Mexican
soldiers, watching for any disruption.
Cindy had found herself in one of the front rows as Carlos Fuentes
entered the stage. He was in his
military outfit, tall and fairly well-built, his light-olive skinned face
sporting a dark, well-trimmed beard and piercing eyes…
He spoke with
perfect if accented English for close to 90 minutes – it was an unbearable bore
as far as Cindy was concerned, but it was obvious the young ruler of California
was entirely pleased with himself. He
stood as arrogant as ever… The speech
seemed to focus entirely on why Americans in California deserved no better than
being ruled by their Mexican overlords, and as infuriating as this was, Cindy
knew she was powerless to do or say anything.
And with one look at her friends, she could see the same defeated,
humiliated expression on their faces.
They were beaten and conquered…
And there wasn’t anything they could do about it.
Finally the
speech ended – all the students were clamoring to leave but they knew they had
to have the permission of the soldiers to leave and get to class… Few of Carlos’s personal guards in suits
stood next to him, and watched over the auditorium carefully. Cindy noticed Carlos leaning into one of the
guards, and literally looking at her, as students were finally being released
slowly – it seemed to her like he was pointing at her with his nod and whispering
something to the guard.
She turned
around and followed her friends out.
She’d been on path to her beginners Spanish class – Spanish fluency had
been declared a requirement for graduation following the Mexican invasion -
when she was stopped by the very guard Carlos had been whispering to…
“Ma’am..” he
said.
“Yes…?”
“I am with
Mexican Protective Guard – will you follow me please?”
It was supposed
to be a request, but Cindy knew full well it was nothing but a hard, cold
order… So, she followed the man into a
long, black limousine. He was holding
her by the arm, his grip tight without being overtly painful. She wasn’t exactly shoved inside, but it was
far from a gentle push…
She was shocked
to find him inside: None other than
Carlos Fuentes, sitting comfortably, a cool glass of whiskey in one hand, a
cigar in the other…
“Hi there,
pretty little American slut…” he flashed a cold smile at Cindy. “You did catch my eye in there… I almost couldn’t focus on my speech…”
Cindy shivered with
cold fear – this man could kill her right now, and not a thing would happen to
him. No one would even know. Even her parents would never know… And it would hardly matter if they did know…
“Thank.. thank
you, Sir…” she said. She’d gotten utmost
attention from men all her life – she was used to it, and always made best use
of it… Men were easy. But attentions of a cruel, powerful, hated
dictator was hardly welcome… It was
scary as hell…
“Now, it is a
long trip to my castle slut – and I figured best way to pass time would be a
long, drawn-out blow-job from a sexy, blonde, American co-ed…” he said. “Like yourself… Would you not agree?”
Cindy couldn’t
believe it. It was this simple? He could just pick her out from a crowd and
have her summoned to him for sex? Just like that? She was supposed to be sitting in class this
very moment.
“Yes, Sir…” she
replied, knowing no other answer was possible.
“Good – then,
unzip me slut… and take your Master’s
cock out… and do it with your
teeth… I am in the mood for a long, fun
trip…”
What choice was
there?
“Yes, Sir…”
Cindy replied
And she slowly
got down on the floor of the limo…
*****
“Hi, what’s your
name?” the girl asked.
Cindy turned her
head – she’d just emerged from a long shower inside the room she’d been given
and was still dripping wet. She must
have just walked in without knocking. It
was a brunette girl – a stunningly beautiful brunette girl to be specific. She was “dressed” in an extremely revealing
outfit: A tight, pink top, which essentially
consisted of one thin silk strap across the chest held in place by two
spaghetti straps over the shoulders, thus showing an obscene amount of
cleavage.. and a pink, silk thong…
“Mine is
Shannon… Here, I got your uniform… Don’t worry - we’re just server girls…”
She looked about
same age as Cindy – she wondered if Shannon had been a college student, too…
“Server girls?”
“Ah-hah… Now, put these on, come on…”
Cindy did as she
was told – she had no desire for any kind of punishment. Punishment that could have involved not just
her, but her family, too...
She’d arrived at
Hearst Castle – now known as Castle Fuentes – last night; well-fucked by her
Master, the acting Governor of California.
He’d left the limo without a thought when they arrived at the Castle,
and she’d died in shame as his men chuckled at the naked girl they found inside
the limo – she’d been escorted inside through a back-gate as the men freely
groped her naked body. But no one seemed
to have the balls to do anything more to a girl picked up by Carlos
Fuentes…
The uniform she
was given was the same as Shannon’s… She
put on the ridiculous uniform, and a pair of pink, 5-inch platform shoes, and
followed the brunette through a long hallway into a serving area – a black
bartender met them and handed over two trays with glasses of whiskey and
champagne on it. He looked at the girls
like he wanted to rape them right there, but it was clear he’d not dare to so
much as touch them.
Soon, Cindy was
following the brunette again and they ended up walking into a large room with
extremely high ceilings and a giant fire-place burning merrily. Some kind of classical music was
playing. She took a deep breath as she
saw Carlos Fuentes in the center of the room, seated comfortably in a big
chair, enjoying a cigar and a drink just as she’d met him last time. But he wasn’t the only man in the room – there were 4 or 5
other Mexican men seated around the room, about the same age as him, and Cindy
immediately recognized at least two of them as high-ranking Mexican commanders
in charge in California – they had a tendency to be giving speeches and making
appearances on TV. The other men also
appeared to be powerful Mexicans – and the way they seemed to be chatting and
laughing with Carlos suggested they were good friends with the ruler of
California.
And then there
were the girls – fully nude girls, one or two next to each man.
“Take drinks to
the men” Shannon whispered in her ear.
Trying not to topple over, Cindy carried the tray towards the nearest
man, whom she recognized as Cesar Cruz – she offered the tray and the rather
portly Mexican picked up a glass of Champagne without even looking at her. He was busy with the naked girl who was
seated on his lap, who was massaging his cock over the military trousers he was
wearing and planting little kisses on him, as he fondled her heavy
breasts.
When Cindy saw
who the girl was, she almost shrieked:
It was none other than Adriana Lima!
Cindy had done
some amateur modeling herself – and she had a tendency to know about
supermodels almost as much as the guys, much to the amusement of her
friends. And she had no doubt that the
naked girl pampering Cesar Cruz was Adriana Lima. The girl lifted her head up slightly and came
eye-to-eye with Cindy – that certainly left no doubt for Cindy. It was her, caressing and kissing the
tyrannical, flabby Mexican
commander. And there was no doubt
another thing, either: She might have
looked like she was a nude lover in
heat, indulging and pleasing her man,
but one look into those eyes revealed she was scared and humiliated, and was
serving the pleasure of Cesar Cruz not out of passion, but out of fear…
Realizing she’d
stood next to Cruz and Adriana Lima far too long, Cindy moved on to the next
man: She did not recognize him, but he looked similar to Fuentes – tall,
well-built, and clean-cut – except he sported a moustache rather than a
beard. He took a glass of whiskey, just
as he gestured the naked girl kneeling before him to begin his blow-job. And Cindy realized in further shock that the
naked girl unzipping the Mexican man was absolutely none other than Alessandra
Ambrosio! Cindy was almost mesmerized –
there had always been rumors about the missing celebrities since California’s
defenses had unexpectedly collapsed in the big war. But to find these supermodels here, serving
as mere concubines and slaves to the Mexican rulers... She felt more humiliated than ever at defeat…
The girls were not even Americans, but just residents of California who’d found
themselves in the hands of brutal invaders.
The next man’s
pleasure was at a more advance level – not one, but two naked girls serving his
pleasure: Cindy recognized them
too: Jessica Alba and Megan Fox, licking
together the obscenely engorged penis of Enrique Perez, whom Cindy also
recognized as the security chief of Carlos Fuentes. He was quite a bit older than the rest of the
men, and was a close friend of Carlos’s eldest brother. He was rumored to be watching over Carlos as
he ruled over California. He took a
champagne, grunted loudly, and ejaculated all over the girls’ faces. It felt like almost yesterday when she was
watching these girls in movies… and now they were just slaves, in the shameful
service of their Mexican overlords.
Cindy felt sick in
the stomach as she moved to the next man.
A bald man in
military uniform also – Cindy realized in shock the girl who was sucking on his
cock was not one of the supermodels she’d so easily recognized, but actually
none other than Tiffani Amber Thiessen. She almost froze and watched the big, fat,
dark penis of the Mexican man sliding in and out of Tiffani’s mouth.
“What you
staring at, girl?” the bald man chastised Cindy with a heavy accent. “Give me whiskey…”
“Yes Sir” Cindy
uttered in fear and handed over his drink.
Unlike Enrique Perez, this man seemed nowhere near his ejaculation yet
and Cindy had no desire to witness that – she moved away but came eye to eye
with Shannon who was calling her over discreetly from the other end of the
room.
“This is for
Carlos Fuentes” she said as she handed a fresh drink to Cindy, obviously
meaning to emphasize the significance of serving the ruler of California. His drink looked like a tequila.
“Did you notice
the girls here?” Cindy asked Shannon, trying to keep her voice low… “They are all…”
“Models…”
Shannon said. “Actresses… celebrities… I
know. Don’t concern yourself with it.”
“But…”
“Did you know…”
she took a deep breath looking at Cindy, seemingly trying to soothe her own
voice now. “Britney Spears and Christina
Aguilera were here last week – a private concert for Carlos Fuentes and his
friends. Except, this concert involved
the artists stripping as they played their own songs… and you know how it ended? With Christina screwing Britney with a
strap-on. And then the men screwed both
of them… I had to watch it and serve
drinks.. Just as they will be fucking
all these girls six ways from Sunday in the next few hours – while we attend
their cigars and drinks and whatever else…
so don’t concern yourself with it, it’s no use…”
“But still know,
they are the lucky ones… Did you know
about Jennifer Aniston? She was
raped… gang-raped by Mexican soldiers. And now she is in some kind of military
brothel for Mexican military officers near San Diego… Joined by Jennifer Love
Hewitt. She was here last month. But I guess they tired of her… Or perhaps she was slow to follow orders or
did not show sufficient enthusiasm in being their whore… Now, she’s… she’s there, at the fuckin’
military brothel. Don’t think about it –
just take the drink and go…”
“Ok… ok…” Cindy
was about to head over, and then suddenly stopped and turned around.
“You?...”
“What?”
“I know you…
Christ! You’re the girl from American
Pie… Shannon… Elizabeth. Shannon Elizabeth…!”
Shannon seemed hardly
happy to be discovered. “Go” she
said. “Go, serve the drinks…”
Cindy made his
way towards Carlos Fuentes - he was
accompanied by two gorgeous women. She
realized it was Miranda Kerr that was standing behind Fuentes, sweetly
massaging his strong, wide shoulders…
Cindy could almost see why Mexican women were all said to be wet for the
young dictator.
And Bar Refaeli
was kneeling before him – giving the dictator a blow-job. Cindy once again had a hard time believing
the sight before her… It felt like yesterday when she was reading about the
romance between Leo and Bar Refaeli in the pages of People and
Entertainment… She carefully handed over
the young tyrant’s drink.
Carlos Fuentes
grabbed the blonde co-ed and squeezed her left buttock with a loud chuckle.
“Aah, my little
university girl from the USC…!”
Cindy shivered
in shame as the powerful man grabbed her…
“Do you speak
Spanish, slave?”
“Very little
Sir…” Cindy replied, “but I am learning” she added in alarm.
Fuentes
laughed. He said some words in Spanish
and the rest of the men all laughed. He
turned to Cindy: “I told them you were
the slut who kept me company after my speech yesterday…”
He said more
things in Spanish and there was more laughter from the other men:
“I told them you
are a great cock-sucker… better than all the girls here… So, they will all make sure to have you suck
them off before they leave in the morning…”
He downed the
drink Cindy had brought him and slapped the girl on the ass: “Get me another”.
Cindy hurried
back and brought a new drink for the man.
Carlos took it
and downed the glass once again.
He spoke in
English but seemed to address his comrades:
“You know, I think our waitresses are extra sexy tonight… And I am in the mood for a little lesbian
pairing – why don’t you girls take a break and give us a good, long 69 to
watch, hmm?”
Cindy and
Shannon both froze and looked at each other with shocked eyes.
Cindy had never
been with another woman before, the mere idea was enough to make her stomach
churn in disgust. Even though Shannon
was truly gorgeous…
Their hesitance
lasted only a few moments.. Cindy knew
her life was at stake any moment she refused the tiniest order. They were now slaves, nothing more. She died in humiliation but made her way to
the middle of the room, following Shannon’s lead. Soon the brunette actress had undone her tiny
little pieces of clothing and Cindy did the same in shame, even as the men
laughed and commented in Spanish…
Shannon pushed
her on the floor, planted a shy kiss, and then laid herself on top of her,
upside down, to fully comply with the order…
There she was,
Cindy, facing at another woman’s pussy – she closed her eyes, darted her tongue
out, and began licking, even as she felt Shannon do the same to her…
They were slaves
and nothing more.
Slaves of their
Mexican rulers…
And she was
suddenly wet – maybe it was Shannon.
Maybe it was
this, being a slave, a sex slave, along with some of the most gorgeous women in
America, and serving her cruel Masters…
Cindy was wet,
there was no denying it…
So wet, she was
close to cumming…
Cindy
Silver Eyes
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