Chapter 6

	Ali thought she was dreaming, she was warm all over and felt safe and secure.  The pain was gone and she felt wonderful.  She was floating like an angel as little clouds floated by; the sun was streaming through the clouds making little rainbows all around her.  The world was fuzzy, but happy, the nightmare was over and it had all been a bad dream, hadn't it?
	"Hello my little angel, are you back with us now?" she heard the voice say.  It took a few seconds to recognize the tone, a few seconds to put a face to the voice.  It was Jose Castillo, her personal tormentor.  He had taken her to hell and back, and she had lived through it.
	Ali opened her eyes as the world swam into focus.  She was in the hot tub in the grotto and she was being held tenderly in the arms of the man who had nearly killed her, or so she thought.  He was planting little kisses on her head, on her forehead, and around her cheeks.
	"I regret having to punish you like I did.  I love you and you are very important to me.  Please respect and obey me, I wouldn't be able to go through that again.  I would rather kill you than have to punish you again."
	"You wouldn't be able to go through that again?" she thought, as the words sunk in.  How could that be?  He seemed to enjoy the torture he put her through.  He was grinning with every new act of punishment he carried out she recalled.  Glancing down Ali saw that her breasts were indeed needle-free and other than a little bruising from the vacuum cups and the teeniest little dots from where the needles had penetrated, they were pretty much back to normal.  Pulling her arms up to cradle her breasts, she expected sharp pain to pulse through her as she made contact with them, but was happy to discover nothing of the sort.  They were tender but not painful; no more tender than they were after the activity a good round of fucking would produce.
	Her muscles were still sore, but that would pass soon.  There was no pain at all coming from her pussy but then again, except for the burning sensation, her pussy had largely been left untouched.  Looking down through the water, Ali could make out two tiny little white spots on her labia, "that must have been from the electric shock he gave me."  They were indeed electrical burns and matched the two tiny little burns on each nipple, but those would heal quickly also.
"I hope the shot I gave you has taken care of any lingering pain.  It's a very pure form of one of my exports and works well with pain.  It should wear off in a few hours, by then your body will be well on its way to full recovery.  
	Nodding, Ali tried to convey that she indeed was feeling no pain.  Although after what she'd endured, the concept of pain had all new boundaries.
	"You must be hungry my sweet.  I'll have Luis bring you something to eat and then you can have a nice sleep.  You'll need to rest for a while," he said as he hoisted the young girl from the pool and setting her down, wrapped a thick robe around her naked body.  Castillo then proceeded to carry her all the way through the mansion, up to her room and tucked her into bed.
	As if on command, Luis appeared with a tray of food for her, and Castillo had been right, she was hungry.  Downing a cup of warm soup, a sandwich and a bowl of strawberries lightly dusted with sugar, Ali felt much better.  She still felt like she was floating on a cloud and she felt warm all over, but anything was better than what she had gone through.  Strangely enough, for the first time since she could remember, she didn't feel overwhelmingly horny, which was a nice relief.
	Ali clicked on her TV and was able to keep her eyes open for only a few brief minutes before she drifted off to sleep.  

	Ali awoke and felt the familiar sensation of someone playing with her pussy, and it felt nice.  Opening her eyes Ali saw a naked Jose Castillo prowling around her pussy while stroking his erect cock.  She was horny again thanks to the hormones Luis had put in her soup, and welcomed Jose's attention as he climbed up between her spread legs and stroked his cock head up and down her slit.
	Ali felt the stretch as he pushed into her cunt and began a slow rhythm, pumping his cock to and fro.  Fucking felt as natural as breathing to her now as the stirrings in her loins signaled a building orgasm.  It had been twenty hours (or more?) since she'd had her last one.  The gang bang at the camp was her last one and although none of the men had cared if she had one or not, she'd had a few just from their eager fucking.  The act had cost her a lot, the mental anguish from the resulting punishment and the physical damage, although temporary, had scarred her already fragile mental state; it had cost the driver his life.  
	But the performance she'd put on for the men had drawn their cheers and their admiration at what she was willing and able to do.  Sex had become her way of life and nothing seemed too extreme once you actually tried it.  The endless stream of men using her body at the camp had been scary at first, but once she got used to it, she found it enjoyable and had plenty of orgasms.  
	They had surprised her with the first bowl of non-human cum they'd made her drink.  Expecting it to taste just like all the man-cum they'd given her, it was a nice change and in relative terms, much tastier.  It was the same with the goat, and with all the other animals, their ejaculate was better than man's.  The ox had an earthy taste to it and was very thick, the horse was somewhere in between, and there was so much of it that she struggled to get it all down.  But she had, and they cheered her on with every new level of depravity she stooped to.
	It made sex with Senor Castillo bland in comparison, but sex was still sex and that's what her body craved.  Reaching down Ali rubbed her clit as he pounded his steely cock into her cunt over and over again.
	Flipping her over onto her hands and knees, Castillo entered her pussy again and resumed his energetic fucking motion.  Ali's large breasts jiggled in time with his thrusts.  They didn't hang much as the connective tissue was still so fresh and new that they stood proud with no sag, but they were dense and heavy and shook enticingly.  
	Ali fingered her clit furiously as she could tell Castillo was getting close to cumming, and she wanted one too.  
	Their combined orgasms signaled the end of their session as Ali knew he never stuck around after sex.  Ali was left alone and relaxed against her pile of pillows as she toyed with her pussy, scooping up the leaking cum from her pussy and playing with it.  Ali brought her coated fingers up to her mouth and tasted the creamy goo.  It tasted much like every other man's sperm she'd drank recently, still not as good as the animal cum.  Ali spread the remaining cum over her belly and rubbed it around, having to sit up slightly to see over her large breasts.
	A knock on the door brought her attention away from her play.  "Come on in," Ali shouted.
	"Hi Al, are you... ok?" Becky asked as she walked into the room buck naked.  Ali was still taken aback by her friend's development, as much as her own.  Becky had always been a beautiful girl, and built like a typical kid with straight hips, slim legs and narrow chest.  She had been magically transformed into a woman/child the same as she.  Her breasts stood proud and looked just as ridiculously large on her chest as did hers.  It took an effort for her to keep her posture upright as the heavy globes sought to pull her over.  Much like her own, they protruded out from her chest almost to the same depth as her chest cavity was from front to back.
Her nipples had grown considerably going from little brown disks on her chest to full blown woman nipples with large surrounding areolas.  They would have looked normal on a busty twenty-three year old pin-up model, but on a nine year old girl they looked like a travesty of genetics, which it was.
	"I'm okay, now," Ali replied, and proceeded to tell her as much as she could remember.  "How long was I gone for, hours... days?" she asked.
	"Al, you really don't remember much huh?  It was only a few hours I guess.  I got back from the house with the dad and his sons, actually the kids brought some of their friends over too.  Anyway I got back while it was still dark out, and I heard your car come in a few hours later.  I heard the screaming and then you never came up.  Luis said you were in deep trouble and I got really scared."
	"So was I.  He killed the driver, right in front of me!"
	"Oh, my God," Becky cried out, her hands flying up the cover her face as she realized what the man was capable of.
	Ali filled her in on the torture she went through, the caning that Becky was already familiar with, the suction cups on her nipples, the needles in her breasts and the metal tube that made her cunt burn so badly.  
	Becky inspected her friend's tits very closely and was surprised that there was almost no evidence other than some bruising and the very tiny little dots from the punctures that proved the event ever took place.
	"Roll over and let me see your ass," Becky ordered as her friend complied.  "Wow, even that looks like it's healing up well.  So what happened?  What did you do that warranted all this?" Becky asked.
	Ali proceeded to tell her friend everything and gauged her reaction to every nuance of the story.  Becky's raised eyebrows at her retelling of her business with the animals, was what intrigued her he most.  
	"You sucked off all those animals?  What did it taste like?  Was it as tasty as guy cum?  Were their cocks huge?" she asked excitedly, her interest was plastered all over her face.
	Ali was impressed that Becky didn't seem the least bit revolted by her acts and that she was more interested in knowing if she liked it or not.  "It actually tastes better than the guy's squirt," Ali replied as she looked down and noticed for the first time that Becky was starting to grow hair around her pussy.
Becky had undergone all the same changes that had afflicted Ali, only in a much shorter time span.  Becky's body had changed significantly, and not just the addition of cantaloupe sized tits on her small chest.  Her hips had flared slightly and she had put on weight like Ali had which helped her fill out her young body and look less child-like.  
	Like Ali, Becky had morphed into a bizarre combination of fully developed women's body parts, on a child's build.  Her nine year old face looked slightly older, but sitting atop her womanly build, she looked like something only photoshop could produce.
	"I wonder if we'd get in trouble for messing around with the horses in the stable?" Becky asked.
	"What do you mean by "messing around"?  You don't seriously mean it do you?  I got in trouble for that you know!"
	"No, you got in trouble for fucking all those guys and animals without getting permission first," Becky corrected her.  "If we ask and he says yes, well... don't you want to try it?  I do, just to see what it'd be like."
	"Are you talking about sucking off a horse, or?  You aren't planning on trying to fuck one of them are you?" Ali asked, and judging by the gleam in Becky's eye she wasn't so certain that wasn't what she was thinking about.  "Becky, it's huge, it nearly killed me.  The end of his dick swelled up when it was in my mouth and I couldn't get it out.  It kept pumping cum into my mouth and I was afraid I'd suffocate if I didn't swallow it all down."
	"Stop it, you're making me all horny.  Now I really want to mess with one of them!  Do you think I could fit that cock in my pussy?" Becky asked pleadingly.
	"God I hope not.  I'm not kidding Beck, it was bigger than my arm."
	Their conversation was cut short by Luis entering with their breakfast.  "Eat up girls, and when you're done, get cleaned up and put on your bathing suits.  Senor Castillo is entertaining guests today, and he'd like you to be out tanning by the pool.  He wants to show you off.  Oh, and Miss Ali, this is for you," he said handing Ali her stuffed bear.
	Ali grabbed the bear and hugged him close, crushing him up against her large bosom, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.  It still smelled like her mother's house and reminded her of her daddy and what her life had been like before all this happened.
	Becky hugged Ali close, their medically enhanced breasts pressed closely together as they shared a moment of tenderness.
	Luis had a hard time taking his eyes off the two naked nymphs, especially their tremendously large breasts.  He'd heard the rumors about them and what they were capable of sexually.  It was nearly impossible to imagine these tiny little girls being capable of the feats they'd supposedly already done.
	The little blond one had taken on Senor Castillo's favorite cousin and his five sons several times now, and last night the son's had each brought over several friends.  She had taken on eighteen men last night and the rumors were that she was ready for more before it was decided she should be returned.  He understood why, it was the drugs he'd been putting in their food.  It had turned them from normal little girls into these circus freaks.  It was a cruel thing to do to a couple of little girls.  Their youth stolen from them, and then being forced to serve the needs of men.  Sure the same thing was happening all over the poor districts across the country, and most were much less fortunate than what these two were subjected to, but to play a role in this was more than Luis could bear.
	He decided right there and then to stop giving them the drugs with the hopes their bodies might somehow return to their youthful state.  It was a long shot he knew, but worth it if he could do anything to save these girls.  Some of the previous girls had been returned to their homes when his boss had tired of them.  Most ended up in the brothels, but he seemed to hold these two in high regard and thought they had a pretty good chance of going home.

	Ali and Becky wedged their big tits into the tiny bikinis they were provided and lounged by the pool all morning while Jose Castillo conducted his business.  His business partners ogled the two young beauties while they agreed to terms that heavily favored Senor Castillo.  The promise of an intimate meeting with the girls secured the deal and made it that much more lucrative.
	The two girls found themselves up in their respective bedrooms, each girl with another strange new man between their legs, their hard cocks pounding into their smooth pussies.  Ali's body hadn't fully recovered, but either the men didn't notice or they didn't care as they took turns fucking the two girls, trading off and running from room to room and pussy to pussy.  Two hours and four more men later, and the girls' services had been completed for the morning.  
	After serving lunch, Luis informed the girls they had the whole afternoon to themselves.
	After mopping up their sodden cunts, Becky grabbed Ali and dragged her down to the stables to check out the horses.  Both girls had put their bikinis back on and Becky especially, delighted in teasing the gardening staff, flaunting her voluptuous body.  The men had looked on with a mixture of lust and revulsion, at the science experiment their bodies had become.  
	The smell of straw and manure filled their nostrils as they walked into the cool shade of the stable.  Several stable hands looked up as the girls walked by, checking out their barely clad bodies as the girls looked at the horses.
	"Look at the size of that one!" Becky squealed.  "Do you think I could play with it in here, or should we take them out for a ride?"
	"Beck, I'm serious, I don't think this is a good idea.  You're going to get us in trouble."
	"Let's just take some out for a ride, and if we can find a safe place where no one will see us, then we'll see... okay?"
	"Fine, but I'm not doing anything that'll send me back to that room again," Ali replied, her arms crossed in front of her bosom, her displeasure evident on her face.
	"Stop worrying, we'll be fine," Becky said as she stopped in front of the horse she wanted.  Checking out the horse's equipment, Becky smiled and waved to one of the stable-hands and pointed.
	The young man came over and spoke in Spanish something that neither girl could understand.  Becky pointed at a saddle she saw straddling the top of one of the pen walls and the young man nodded.
	Ten minutes later, both girls sat atop a horse of their own.  They were well trained saddle horses and followed the girls' directions as they rode out into the bush.  The heavy foliage provided good shade from the midday heat and good cover from prying eyes as the girls trotted along.
Ali found her thin bathing suit provided little buffer between her pussy and the leather saddle as her clitty repeatedly rubbed back and forth over the hard surface. 	She'd been fucked for hours already today and had only experienced two orgasms, she was primed for another one now.  One glance over at Becky, and Ali knew she was feeling the same way.  It was time to do something about it too.
	Stopping her horse, Ali rocked her hips back and forth pressing her crotch up against the hard surface, self-stimulating her clitty.  Pulling her bikini top aside, Ali started rubbing and squeezing her nipples adding to the sensations coming from her pelvis.
	Becky watched her best friend getting off and followed suit.  Pulling her bikini bottoms aside, Becky rubbed her bare pussy up against the smooth leather and rocked her own pelvis back and forth, mashing her clitty with her motion.  Ripping the flimsy panels aside, Becky grabbed her nipples with both hands and went to work.  
	It was almost comical, two young girls on horseback with their boobs hanging out, grinding their tiny hips back and forth, getting themselves off.  Their combined moans and groans could be plainly heard above the dim of the lush jungle around them.
	Ali found it erotic watching her best friend masturbating herself on the saddle, her bare crotch rubbing a glistening wet spot into the shiny leather finish.  Her full breasts were shaped differently than her own, they hung slightly lower than hers and were more tear-drop shaped. Her nipples had a pink cast to them which suited her whiter skin tone, her nipples were tiny with only a small prominence to them.  Ali's were fuller and had a more conical look to them and normally capped with big dark puffy areolas, but in her aroused state they were thick like pencil erasers, and very dark in their crinkly form.  Not to mention they were still a little bruised from the previous day's activities.
	Becky met her stare and together they both reached their climaxes aboard their steeds amidst the beauty of the jungle.  
Ali exhaled a heavy breath as the last remnants of her orgasm coursed through her body.  A light sheen of perspiration coated her golden skin as she fixed her bikini top back in place, her erect nipples poking visibly through the thin material.  Becky had a big goofy grin plastered across her face as she dismounted her horse and tied the reins to a nearby tree limb.
	The blond nymph looked very tiny next to the big stallion she had chosen to ride.  "Check out the size of that cock!" Becky stated.
	"I know, I can see it from here.  You're crazy if you think playing with it is a good idea, he's huge and I don't mean just his dick."
	"I know, but ever since you said his juice tasted better than a guy's, it's all I've been thinking about.  I'm just going to try it a little and if I get scared, I'll just stop."
	Becky stooped down and grabbed hold of the dark piece of meat.  It looked like a tree limb in her tiny hands.  Though tiny, they were well experienced in handling cocks although up until now, they'd all been human. "That's so cool, look how big it's getting," Becky stated.  "I bet it shoots a gallon-"
	"Hold on a second, I think I heard something," Ali said.
	"Ali-"
	"Shush, I'm serious," Ali whispered.
	Straining her eyes into the dense jungle growth, Ali caught movement through the various leaves.
	"I don't see anything," Becky whispered back.
	"It's cause you're down there and I'm up here," Ali answered as she caught sight of movement again.  Whatever it was, the colors matched those of the surrounding foliage, but movement is movement, and easy to pick up in a still background.  "Get up on your horse and let's go."
	"Okay," she replied and swung her lithe body up on the saddle once more.
	Bringing their horses to a trot, the girls headed down the path from which they had come, back towards the stable.  Just as they headed towards a small clearing, Ali caught sight of a man's form, crouching on the far side of the clearing.  Stopping her horse, Ali noticed several more men behind the first.  They appeared to be heavily armed and judging by their attire, did not look to be Jose Castillo's armed guards.
Ali motioned for Becky to stop and she did, coming up next to Ali's horse.  The men had yet to spot the girls thankfully, because at less than one hundred meters, their guns would have torn them to pieces.
	"Let's get out of here Beck, are you okay to run full out on that beast?"
	"Hell yeah, let's go!" she whispered back.  
	The girls kicked their horses into action and by the time they hit the clearing, they were at full gallop.  Turning to look, Ali spotted about fifteen men all looking stunned as they flew by.

	Expecting to catch the Castillo compound by surprise, the armed men were shocked when two tiny girls with incredibly bouncy boobs went flying by them at a distance of around eighty yards.  The horse's hooves made little noise in the soft earth until they were right upon them and just as quickly they were gone.  The lead man cursed under his breath at being surprised from behind, so focused was he at proceeding forward undetected that he should be surprised from his flank.
Knowing that the advantage of surprise might be lost, he quickly hustled his men forward towards the compound knowing full well that they would be in for a bloody fight now.

	It was only a few minutes, but it was the scariest ride of their lives as the big beasts thundered ahead, the stables in plain sight.  The stable workers heard the hooves as they approached and came out to greet the girls.  Seeing the rapid pace they were pushing their mounts, the hands knew something was up as the horses came to a sudden stop.
	Ali jumped down and started yelling at the first stable hand she came to and as she barked her message, she knew he didn't understand a word she was saying. Spotting his radio, she grabbed it and clicked the button on the side and started yelling into the device.  Luis' voice came on seconds later and Ali repeated her message into the radio hoping he would believe her.
	"Are you sure you saw armed men heading this way?" he asked.
	"Yes, where else would they be going?" she screamed back.
	"Thank you girls, run as fast as you can up to the house and we will do everything we can to protect you."
	Becky grabbed Ali by the wrist and yelled at her to follow as the two bolted for the safety and protection of the house, and it's numerous armed guards.
Flashing through the gardens and then by the beautiful swimming pool, it all seemed surreal as Ali feared for the second time in as many days for her life.  They were met by Jose's armed guards heading in the direction of the stables as the sound of gunfire could be heard in the distance.
	Servants were screaming and crying and running in all directions.  Somehow amid all the chaos of screams and gunfire, Luis managed to find the girls and ushered them towards the grotto.
	"Where are you taking us?" Becky cried.
	"Somewhere safe," he yelled back.
	They burst through the main door and Luis immediately headed towards the doors to the dungeon.
	"No, I can't go in there!" Ali yelled out.
	"You must, there's a hidden exit through there in which you can escape down to the boathouse.  Wait there until this is all over and I'll come and find you," he bellowed as he tore through the dungeon past all the heinous equipment his sadistic boss had created, to a hidden door made to look like the surrounding cement walls.  Popping it open, he flicked on a switch illuminating a set of stairs heading down.
	"Follow this all the way to the end and wait for me," he said, and then was gone, the door slamming behind them.
	Becky grabbed Ali and grabbed onto her for dear life.  "I'm so scared Al, what are we going to do?"
	"I don't think we have much choice.  Who knows who those men are, we might be safer with them, or we might be much worse off.  I don't know what to do either but I know one thing.  I'm not going back up there into that dungeon again.  I can't, I just can't do it."
	"I don't blame you, I caught a look at some of the spooky stuff that crazy man has in there.  I almost think we'd be better off with whoever those guys are out there.  Maybe they're police and they could get us home," Becky offered.
	"I don't know, but let's get out of here before somebody starts looking around."
	"Okay."
	The stairs and walls were made from weathered brick and looked like the whole passageway had been around for a hundred years.  Dim light bulbs hung from an overhead wire spaced about every fifty feet.  The space was cramped and musty, but was straight and the going easy.  They had to pick their way around numerous dried puddles of a dark material that Ali thought might be blood.  Assuming it came from the many people Castillo had tortured and killed in his dungeon, Ali realized that this must be how they removed the bodies from the house.  What would they find at the end of the tunnel she wondered?
The tunn	el continued on a downward slope for several hundred yards until they came to a steel door with a wheel anchored in the center of it.  It reminded Ali of the kind of doors you'd find on a naval vessel.  The wheel spun surprisingly easy and opened into a recess in the back wall of the boathouse.  Sure enough, right in front of them was a speedboat floating in the clear blue water of the small lake next to the mansion.
	The girls stepped out onto the dock past the open door and immediately felt strong hands grab them by the arms.
	"I wondered if we'd find you girls" said a man in broken English as he held Ali from behind.
	Turning quickly Ali recognized the man's face as Jose Castillo's cousin Caesar, the man who had recently argued with her owner.  The man who'd nearly run them over in the hallway as he stormed out.  He'd been one of the frequent dinner guests and Ali had even had sex with him once.
	"I was just admiring my new speed boat when who should appear from beside me, but my cousin's two favorite whores!  I'll enjoy fucking you until I tire of you, then I'll send you down to work for me in my brothel, and work you shall," he laughed as he grabbed onto a breast from each the girls.
Tears welled in the eyes of both girls as they stared at each other knowing that being rescued from this life would never happen.

	In the aftermath of the attack, Jose Castillo was executed by his own cousin as were most of his servants and soldiers.  Luis' body was never recovered and it was assumed he perished as the house went up in flames.
	Ali and Becky soon found that their nightmare was far from over as they were kept as house servants at Caesar Castillo's home and with the daily doses of hormones discontinued, their interest and enjoyment of sex vanished along with the pills.
Both girls were forced to have sex with Caesar and anyone else of his choosing, on a daily basis; that was until the men bored of the girls' lost enthusiasm for sex, at which time he sent them to work as whores.
	It was a miserable life in miserable conditions.  Ali and Becky were nothing more than cum receptacles as they were forced to service men round the clock.  Everyone wanted to fuck the American girls and their gigantic tits.  As it turned out, the hormones had done their work well, and after their discontinuation, they only reduced slightly in size.  It still looked like DD sized breasts on a child's body.  A child who got fucked for a living.
	About the same time they girls ended up in the brothel, both girls found blood seeping from their vaginas.  They both figured it was from the constant fucking they were forced to do, but in actuality, it was Mother Nature's cruel joke on their accelerated bodies.  The hormones had sped up nature's time clock and both girls had received their first periods, making every cock after that, and potential baby maker.
	The constant sex had destroyed any hope that they might have a normal life again.  Their vivacious and vibrant eyes dimmed a little more as man after man visited their beds.  Both girls were forced to service as many as a hundred men or more a day.  It got so routine that as one man left, another entered and Ali just spread her legs open again.  Her pussy burned constantly from the constant fucking and from God only knew how many different diseases she had contracted. 
She could hear Becky crying out from her bed across the room as yet another dark skinned man pumped into her sperm filled cunt.  

	It was just another day and both girls had already fucked dozens of men when Ali found her next fuck staring down at her.  Instinctively she spread her legs open and grabbed her boobs jingling her nipple bells as she was instructed to do.
	"I've come to take you home Miss Ali and Miss Becky," the man said.
	Looking up both girls recognized the man as Luis, a face they never thought they'd ever see again.  His face looked slightly disfigured and he walked with a limp as he moved over and sat down next to Becky, so he could look into Ali's eyes.
	They looked dead to him, as he feared they would.  Who could go through what these two young girls had gone through and not lose all hope?  Glancing at their bodies, he could see the signs of their abuse.  They had been tattooed on their necks and arms showing who they were owned by, much the same way cattle were branded.  They each had a bright yellow butterfly tattooed at the base of their throats where the throat met the breastbone.
	The name "Caesar" was tattooed on one shoulder, "Carlos" on the other.  Their bellies were pooched out showing their obvious pregnant state, which made sense sine it had been nearly four months since the coup.  He had seen the damage to her lower region as he walked in.  Besides the cream oozing from both her reddened gaping holes, their owner had employed the local custom of piercing thick rings through their labia.  The idea behind it was that when not working, they would thread wire through the rings and padlock it tight, essentially sewing their pussy's closed so they couldn't earn any whore money outside of the brothel.
	They'd also pierced small golden bells through their nipples, the sound signaling to everyone that they were whores and needed to be treated as such.  And to remove all doubt, in large block letters tattooed above their pussies was the word "PUTA", Spanish for whore.
	It was tremendously sad to see these little girls in their current condition, hopefully his good news would change everything.
	From the case he carried, Luis pulled out a stuffed bear and a photograph.  Handing the photo to Becky and the bear to Ali, he waited for their reactions.  Appropriately both girls' teared up as they inspected the item each was handed.
	Luis began to explain everything quickly to the confused girls.
	"When the fighting began, I reacted following Senor Castillo's orders in the event such a thing occurred.  He wanted each of you taken care of if anything were to happen to him.  He already plans in place for each of you and I was to carry them out if I were able.  Shortly after I left you in the stairwell, I retrieved two cases and notified Senor Castillo's pilot of our emergency evacuation.  He was told to take off ten minutes after my call regardless if we were there or not.  If we didn't make it, he was instructed to fly to a safe location and wait until he received further instruction.  Obviously none of us made it as the men loyal to Caesar Castillo set off explosions that destroyed the house, trapping me and many others inside.  I managed to survive and escaped through a hidden passageway from Senor Castillo's study, which is also where I picked up the cases I was ordered to protect."
	"I was forced to wait until my injuries healed before I could come and find you.  I am terribly sorry for all you have suffered in my absence but as you can see my burns and the gunshot wound I received in my leg prevented me from doing much else.  I have Senor Castillo's plane standing by and we are leaving to go to Venezuela to meet your father."
	"What?" Becky croaked.
	"Senor Castillo was successful in getting your father out of jail, but unfortunately there was no legal way to do it, so he is now a wanted man by American authorities.  Venezuela seemed like a nice place to start a new life.  Senor Castillo was going to surprise you with the news the night the attack occurred.  Your father has been waiting for you ever since.  I contacted him and updated him on what has transpired and he is waiting for my call once we get airborne, now let's go, we're leaving."
	Ali and Becky stood up on shaky legs and threw on what little clothing they were allowed to keep.  A thin ratty shirt and skirt with more holes than cloth, covered their cartoon-like bodies with their large breasts, pregnant bellies and their thin girl hips and legs.  They followed Luis down the hallway.  The two girls didn't get much time to stretch their legs and they were weak from lack of exercise and from the poor diet they received.  
	Luis pulled a silenced pistol from the case he carried and put a bullet through the brain of the guard at the end of the hallway.  Two more men fell as he and the girls exited the rear door of the rundown building.  The back door exited onto a dirty alley piled high with the refuse accumulated by years of neglect in this poor area of town.  Racing down the alleyway as quickly as they could manage; the girls' nipple bells chimed their sweet sound for all to hear within earshot.  It was a sound the girls had grown accustomed to hearing as every man who had fucked into them, caused them to jingle and emit the characteristic high pitched chime.  It was a sound they would be haunted by for the rest of their lives.
	There was no way to tell how many times those bells had chimed.  The two American girls were the pride of the brothel, and by far and away the busiest whores in the city, likely in all of Mexico.  Men lined up from dawn until the wee morning hours to fuck the pretty, big-titted girls.  They rarely got more than three of four hours of rest a day, the remainder of the time they spend getting fucked by an endless stream of cocks.
	Judging by the rumors he had heard, Luis estimated that they poor girls had each been fucked by well over ten thousand men since they had arrived at the brothel.  No wonder their bodies looked so battered and their eyes, so dead.  It was like their souls had been ripped out, a little at a time by every cock thrust into them.
	A taxi was waiting for them at the end of the alley as the three piled into the back seat.  The tinkling bells caught the attention of the driver who peaked into the back seat at his fare. Luis shouted their destination and shoved a wad of American dollars into his hand, diverting his attention back to where it belonged, on the road.
	It seemed like forever before they reached the small private airstrip and after boarding, the plane took off.  
	Luis had been prepared as each girl used steamy towels to give themselves the closest thing to a bath they'd had since they arrived at the brothel.  A fresh set of clothes and a hot meal were next as they both hoped their nightmare was finally over.  The five hour flight aboard the deceased Senor Castillo's plane seemed like an eternity as Becky anxiously waited to see her father again.  Ali had her bear and nothing else, but it was more than she'd had in a long time.
	Ali looked around the cabin as her eyelids got heavy and remembered the first time she opened her eyes aboard this same plane and she smiled a sad smile.  It was funny that the same plane that took them into hell, was going to take them to paradise.

The End.


Epilogue

	Jose Castillo's last charitable act for the girls was to ensure their safe return home, if ever anything should happen to him.  Luis disclosed the truth of how both girls ended up being the property of Senor Castillo, that it was Ali's near-adopted sister Miranda who had betrayed her.  With no safe home for Ali to return to and with only Becky and her father as the only alternative, she chose to live with her best friend and her father whom she'd never met, to be her new family.  So the three flew on to Caracas with the two cases of American cash ($10 million to be precise) Luis carried from the mansion during his escape.  Becky was reunited with her father and although he was extremely saddened when he saw his daughter and learned what she had been through, he was still glad to be able to hold her again.  Although the pregnant belly and giant tits made it somewhat different than the last time he had held her.
	Ali was just glad to be with people who loved her and would protect her.  Luis stayed on at the girls' request and helped them get set up with a nice comfortable house in the mountains and aided greatly in seeking out medical help for the girls.  
	They were treated for all the venereal diseases they were inflicted with, which was just about all the common ones.  Both fetuses were aborted understandably.  
	The piercings were removed and a plastic surgeon employed to restore their labia back to normal as the rings had left large holes in the tissue.  The tattoos took several surgeries to remove as neither girl wanted the reminder of what they represented.
	Eventually their bodies healed, with both their orifices recovering back to their pre-whore days.  Their emotional recovery, took much longer.