Made in Mexico

By Heather ©

(and a heap of thanks to Solomon)

Chapter 3

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

WARNING: This story is pretty intense, but as with all my stories, nothing really happens to the characters that they haven’t asked for or injures them. Wait until the end of the story before thinking otherwise, or if in doubt at any time - STOP READING!!

Michelle

The last few days have been especially trying for Jen; all of us really. She keeps signing onto the P2P program and searching for her video to see how many people are hosting it. The number keeps rising. She told Amy and I that she had checked out some of the other video’s associated with the Made in Mexico group and told us that we might want to check them out when our stomachs felt strong. I’ve only looked at her videos and then about three times each. When I was alone, I even frigged myself a couple of times over them. She has such a nice body and watching her have even her vicious style of sex I find to be extremely erotic. I could never admit it, but watching her getting auctioned off gets me so fucking wild with heat that I can get myself off in seconds if I want. Yesterday I caught Amy watching the same video and even though I hadn’t seen where her hand had been, I could smell it.

I know I might be growing rather depraved in my thoughts, but my mind kept racing back to the “date” that Jen had warned me about last weekend. I knew that I wanted to become her victim, but with the huge head trip she was enduring, I really didn’t expect her to even remember anything about it. That’s too bad, too. Amy had asked me on the sly if she had given me a warning to expect something, and by the way she was dancing around, I sort of thought that Jen had promised to tell her all about it.

But here it was Friday night and there hadn’t been a word spoken about it all week. We had planned on going out to celebrate Amy’s birthday though. That was what we had been doing the night Jen had set herself up to go back to Mexico and since she had come back in a total wreck, we decided to try it again. It wouldn’t be much more than getting drunk off our asses, but after everything we’d been going through, it seemed like plenty.

Jen and I had also just gotten back into messing around with Amy as her little toy. On Wednesday we had taken her back to the tattoo parlor for her second treatment and now the top part of her mons was done in total. That was actually a lot of fun and the artist was rather funny. He fed off our desire to make things a little embarrassing for her and he wound up bringing back a couple of guys and then two girls that had come in looking for tats and piercings, just to take a look at her. Amy sure wasn’t use to being put on display.

The night started out as bad as the last night out ended. We couldn’t even get into the first two bars and Amy was getting down. She even told us that if the third place didn’t let us in that we were going home and finishing off the daiquiris we had in the fridge. She really made me feel like we were letting her down, and we did when the last place refused us entry. I even offered the guy at the door a free fuck in the back room to let us in, but he called me a teeny bopper slut and sent us on our way.

As soon as we got back, Amy sat on the couch and began to sulk. Jen pissed me off a little when she went into bitch mode and told her to suck it up, and give us a strip tease. I told her to be nice and stood up for Amy, but she kept pestering her to get into her role of cute little plaything. Normally, I would have been right there beside Jen and encouraging her out of her clothes for a quick thrill, but this was suppose to be her night; not ours. Eventually, Jen won over, but Amy wasn’t too pleased and after stripping down, sat on the couch to sulk again. Jen went over to her and began cooing in her ear as she often would, and then I heard her say, “Really?”

I asked her what she had said and Jen told me that I didn’t want to know. That, of course, inspired me to demand to know.

Jen told me, “I asked her what would make up for another bad night out and she said… you; between her legs.”

I wasn’t really opposed to the idea, because secretly I had wanted to get at her that way for over a week now, but I didn’t like coming off like some butch lesbian in heat. But the way Jen said it made it sound a little demeaning; as if Amy and I had switched places. That was when that little bitch Amy pulled out the big guns. First she bit at her lower lip like she was asking for too much, then she batted her baby blues at me, and then came the sigh of the century as if I was totally blowing off her birthday wish. I finally said, “Okay” and went to grab her hand to escort her to the bedroom.

Amy asked me to do it right there because it seemed nastier to do it in the living room. I snagged a look at Jen and decided, “What the hell!”

I made my way on the floor in front of her, and parted her legs a little. For some reason everything seemed so different. Both of them had seen me do this before, but this time it was like before at all. Then it had been as if I was stealing something away from her to sort of embarrass her, but this time it seemed like I was the one doing it to get embarrassed. I was just about to lean into her crotch when she stopped me with a hand to my forehead.

“Could you… take off your top? I love seeing your tits and it would make it better for me.”

I figured it wasn’t that big of a deal, so I unbuttoned my blouse and threw it off to the side. One smile from Amy and I took off my bra as well, and her smile kept growing. When I got back into place, Amy reached out her hands and guided my head directly to her. Normally, she didn’t like playing the role of director, but this time she began telling me every little thing she wanted me to do for her. I was torn between feeling used a little and being proficient at what she was craving, and then the latter seemed more right when she wrapped her legs around my head as if to trap me in place. That felt rather nice and would have been great if Jen was witnessing her actions to me.

Amy then seemed like she was taking things a little too far however, when she became a little vixen and began telling me to do this with my tongue, and hen do that. I tried pulling back a little to remind her who she was talking to, but she grabbed at my head with her legs like a trap. And a trap it was!

Amy began edging her way forward on the couch and all of a sudden, Jen was behind me and yanking my hands behind me. I didn’t think much of it right away, but when I felt rope being pushed over my wrists I began freaking out. I tried breaking free of Amy’s grip on my head, but the little bitch had me in a full headlock with my face right in her pussy. Even I as was trying to snatch my hands away from Jen, Amy fell off the couch and onto her knees with my head clutched tightly between her thighs. I was getting rather mad that the two were double-teaming me, until Jen asked, “Did you forget our date? I hope you don’t mind that I brought Amy along, but the baby sitter canceled at the last minute.”

The truth of what was going on came flooding to my mind, but when I tried to protest, Amy released my head and quickly changed her position into sitting on my boobs and planted her near hairless cunt tight on my face. I had to stay turned to one side a little because my hands were behind my back, and she all but sealed my lips with the flesh between her legs. Now, being on the demanding end I didn’t mind the girls witnessing at all, but now that they were working to make me their bitch was a different mental state altogether. I really didn’t like losing control. That was when I remembered what I had been drooling for all week; ever since Jen warned me about our “date”.

I could easily admit to myself that I secretly wished Jen would torment me sexually the same way she had been doing to Amy since she had declared her as her property, but something in my head just couldn’t admit that to them. The ropes made it a lot easier to protest their treatment of me; there was simply not much I could do about it.

Amy began telling me to stick my tongue into her deeply and rubbed herself back and forth over my mouth roughly trying to get me to comply. At the same time I could feel Jen was at my hips trying to unzip my skirt to get it off me. I flung my legs all around, but soon felt the cloth getting tugged out from under me. Squirming around was driving me wild. My mind raced back to how I had felt on that damned stage in Mexico as the men worked to hook me to the ceiling, and then brought me forward to sell me. I had never felt more nude than at that time, and since I had watched Jen going through it a second time on her video no less than three times this week, I was in a denied heaven.

I felt Jen yanking my thong out from my crack and twisted again to stop her. I gave a sudden all-over body thrash trying to get away from them, but all I could think of was Mexico. And that was what Jen was about to use against me.

Jen turned my ass the opposite way to expose my right cheek and proclaimed as she patted my brand, “This is what it’s all about baby. Made in Mexico, remember? You had no say then, and now you have no say here. You’re in the hands of your sisters now, and you will do as you’re told. Got me?”

My protests were muffled by Amy’s labia firmly planted against my lips. She smirked wildly at me, lifted up off my mouth and turned her ass to show me her brand, and added, “That’s right girl. We’re sisters in the coolest clique going, and tonight you’re on the receiving end of things. So, who’s teasing whom now?”

That made it all clear, but they had to know I was still going to protest everything. I wasn’t supposed to be the one being bossed around and it was demeaning to me. However, I knew in my mind that that was exactly what I would be fantasizing about for the coming weeks. That was when I began to learn something new about Jen. She was becoming a master at playing with people’s heads. By the light of morning, I was going to see Jen become the mental equivalent of a rebirth of the Marquis de Sade.

Jen went over to the console and grabbed my glass off it. She paraded it in front of my eyes and asked, “Got any idea what’s going to be in this pretty soon?”

I shook my head violently as I tried to tell her I didn’t want that to happen, but as much as I was protesting the very idea of that, there was no denying the moistness that instantly came between my legs over the thought of it. I had come to understand over the last month that this was the most gruesome torture my mind could receive, yet at the same time the most erotically stimulating vision my mind conjured up while playing with myself. I must have frigged myself a couple dozen times over what it had felt like drinking the men’s cum from that very glass. It was nauseating at the same time as it was sexually evoking. And the sickest thing that I would never be able to admit to anyone ever, was that I would inevitably push myself over the edge each time by thinking about how they had dumped the cum from that horse in the glass without telling me.

I watched Jen set my glass prominently on the cocktail table and that was when I realized I was actively working my tongue as deeply as possibly into my dear friend Amy. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back slightly as she enjoyed the feelings I was causing her. Her hands were tugging at and molesting her own wonderful chest. I never really ever told her, but the tiny boobs she often complained about, was secretly something I greatly relished. They were small for sure, but they were also damned cute and I just wanted to go nuts feeling them up. Whenever she would be walking around the house and her nipples were showing, I would find myself dreaming about biting at them.

My mouth started telling me that Amy was about to get off and I sped up the twirling of my tongue. She leaned way over my head and I could tell she was trying to get her clit to my lips so I would nibble at it, so I felt it out and bit at it until she jumped uncontrollably. I never got into the taste of another girl until now. Normally, I found pussies sort of musky and odd tasting; however the cream she was oozing was driving me harder towards forcing her to cum for me. Jen started on my mind again right then.

“I know you didn’t like what we did to you last time, so this time I decided that you had to be awake when we had the guys come over to fuck you in the face. Plus I was thinking that we’d also use your glass; just to fuck with your head a bit more.”

She had no idea what she was doing to me. As much as I was sure to plead for her not to do that to me again, I was praying that she couldn’t be stopped. I needed her to overcome my reluctance no matter how much I protested. Amy began hopping all around and joined Jen in abusing me by calling me a pussy whore and demanding I do a better job. It was just to berate me in her throes of ecstasy, because I felt her leaking profusely into my mouth. I had heard that some girls actually could ejaculate a little bit like guys, but I never knew she was one of them. She had my entire face covered with her soft tummy as she tried to muffle her scream of pleasure; all the while in spasms over her climax.

As soon as she rolled off me, I tried sitting up to confront Jen on what she had been saying about the guys coming over to use me. At first I just tried to beg her not to do that to me, but then I needed to know who they were going to be. Amy was sitting off to my side just grinning and wiping the sweat from her chest. I watched her nipples growing hard right before my eyes and that sidetracked my thoughts so badly that I didn’t even notice Jen was walking over me, forcing me back into a lying position. She told me it was her turn now and took great pleasure in squatting over my face.

All the time she kept taunting me with, “Is this what you wanted, sweetie? It is, isn’t it? I knew you were a carpet lover; just look at what you did to poor Amy.”

I never considered myself a lesbian, but I did think of myself as bi-sexual. I just didn’t want my best friends to know that. Besides, I often wondered if I was even that, because during my affair with my co-worker last year, I just barely licked her one time. It was more her pleasing me and doing what I wanted her to do. We never really did the whole “making love” thing.

Jen began taunting me with my impending task with the guys and I found that I subconsciously started licking at her slit rather emphatically. Jen was a bit mustier than Amy, but she also made things more interesting in that she was dominating me much more believably. I think it was her verbal assault on my ego that really broke me down into the sicko I was deeply hidden in me. Being demeaned while doing something so forbidden and nasty, seemed to make me wet myself with the sheer knowledge that I was enslaved to her desires for the moment.

I guess I would make a good lesbian, because I had her going nuts in just minutes. She snarled at me as she ran her slit back and forth over my tongue and rubbed her hands through my hair as if to thank me. When she started cumming, she began screaming so loud that I was afraid the people in the adjoining apartments could here her for sure. But the look in her eye as she took her last few exaggerated humps at my mouth told me I had been pretty amazing at eating her out this first time. I wondered briefly if this event would be repeated.

When she caught her breath, she stood up, grabbed her cell, and headed for the bedroom. She told me that she had to make sure the guys were going to be on time, and added that maybe they could find some extra friends that would like free blowjobs.

Amy looked freaked out as she came over to me. “Don’t worry, Michelle. Please don’t tell her I told you this, but she’s just fucking around with you about the guys.” She looked back at the closed bedroom door and whispered, “She just has it in her head that you really like getting forced to suck guys off, and you know… have to swallow for them.”

Suddenly all the heat that had been built up between my thighs was vanishing. I couldn’t believe it was all just a tease, and then I saw Amy twisting up her face. Before I realized what I had done, she was telling me what my face had told her.

“Oh, my god! She was right, wasn’t she? You look so disappointed now.” Amy got up and walked around a bit. She came back to my face and knelt down beside me. “It’s not just a fantasy with you, is it? You really wanted her to do that to you.”

I tried lying and told her she was nuts, but she got real close to my face and asked, “This night is suppose to be all about you. I need to know; be honest with me, please? If she did those things to you… would you really hate us?”

I was torn between holding onto my dignity, or getting what I knew my head needed to relive the wildest times of my life. But even if I came clean, it would be too late to arrange something like that now. Besides, I didn’t care to have a bunch of guys that I knew using me in a way they would never let me live down. I finally shook my head to her.

“I don’t believe you, Michelle. Your face is saying something totally different. Tell me the truth.” She stood up and turned her bare ass to me, held her cheek in her hand to display her brand, and said, “This means something to us whether we like it or not. I know they did their best to terrorize our heads, but I also know what they did to me. Last time, tell me the truth. You really wish we were going to make you do that tonight, don’t you?”

I closed my eyes and couldn’t look at her anymore. But the sick person within me was winning over the person I felt I had to be in front of people. I found myself biting my lip, and nodding. When I opened my eyes again, Amy was walking off towards the bedroom in a hasty manner. I began sitting up and trying to work my hands free, and wondering what I had just done.

Amy

“Jen, we have a problem.” I looked at her as she sat on the bed. She had been killing time to torment Jen with the belief that she was calling a bunch of guys to come over. “I’m sorry, but I told her that we were just screwing around with her.”

“Why? Why would you do that? You know we weren’t going to do anything. Half the night is blown now. Messing with her head was driving her nuts.”

I said, “I know, but I really couldn’t let her get mad thinking that we were going to set her up again. But…”

“But what,” demanded Jen?

“She… her face told me I was wrong. She just admitted to me that it would have been… okay to do that to her. You were right all along. So, now what?”

I saw the wheels in her head spinning and wondered what she was cooking up. She made me promise not to tell her that she had told me the truth, but wasn’t exactly sure of what she was planning. After a couple of minutes of me suggesting a few different guys coming over, and perhaps blindfolding them and such, she told me to leave her alone for a minute and go fuck with Michelle. I knew Jen; she was working on something and then in a flash, it would be a full blown plan. I went out to do… something to Michelle. What I could do to overcome her disappointment was up in the air.

A few minutes later, Jen came out of the bedroom and I had just lied and told Michelle that I hadn’t said anything to Jen. I was sitting behind her, enjoying the feel of groping some of the greatest looking boobs I had ever seen. Jen gave me a huge wink and came around to tell us that we were going for a ride. I know Jen well and now that she had all the right information, she was going to take serious action to make things right; as strange as that might be. She told me to go into the bedroom and find something to throw over Michelle to cover her up, and she went to work getting Michelle’s skirt back on her.

Michelle was still rebuking our efforts when I came back with a large sweater and began pulling it over her head. Neither Jen nor I were paying much attention to anything she was saying. Even I was working into the domination mode as Jen’s sidekick.

I saw Michelle’s thong still on the floor and began to put it back on her, but Jen told me to forget it; that without it there would be a greater advertisement factor. I had no idea what Jen had come up with, but by her look of confidence, she was going to make things as right for Michelle has she could.

Minutes later we were headed down the road with Michelle trying to sit up in the back seat. It wasn’t until we were pulling up to our destination that I had figured out where we had come to; the frat house. Jen had driven to the backside street from where it was at. Michelle was too busy struggling against her bound hands to notice. Jen leaned over and whispered for me to keep Michelle busy and ran off. About ten minutes later she came back to the car and Michelle was now growing very concerned to see three handsome young men accompanying her. She couldn’t know it, but she had had at least one of these guys’ dicks in her mouth a few weeks earlier. That means she even had a taste of him.

Jen opened the back door and pronounced, “There she is, boys. Help yourselves.”

As they helped her from the car while all the while sweet talking her over her natural beauty, Jen motioned for me to follow them. We made our way through a rear gate into the backyard of the house. Michelle had never made it back here, so she didn’t recognize anything yet, but when we had to compel her through the rear door and into the kitchen, she knew instantly where she was at. We were met there by a couple of guys that already knew what was going on and led us upstairs and right back to the same room she had been tricked into three weeks earlier. Only two guys with us knew who we were, but when I guy has a pretty girl asking for their help in getting a girl drunk on cum, they’re all your friends.

One last guy came into the room and now there were six guys squeezed in with us. The last guy was carrying a large baby bottle complete with a nipple. He handed it to Jen and she passed it off to me. She told me to feed our baby to loosen her up and that I had about three minutes to get it into her. I asked what was in it and the guy just said it was a mixed girlie drink. I figured it would help Michelle loosen up for the boys, so I sat on the edge of the bed as I pulled her along with me. I cradled her in my arm and had to practically force feed her the bottle, but once she got a good taste of whatever the liquor was, she behaved and nursed the bottle. That had to be embarrassing as all hell for her to do in front of all these guys.

Jen was going from guy to guy pointing out that if they looked hard enough, they could capture a free show since Michelle’s skirt had ridden up so high. I kept her face glued on the bottle, so she didn’t know that the guys were getting such a clear shot at her private parts. Jen was right about the free advertising. Every guy in the room was clearly sporting wood.

Jen came over and turned Michelle’s ass so the guys could see her brand, and then worked my shorts and panties down far enough to show them mine as well. She then showed the guys hers and told them how we were all members of a very high brow clique and that this night was to put Michelle through a sort of initiation. Frat boys knew all about initiations. When Michelle had emptied the bottle, I pretended to burp her. I was actually doing that so I could whisper some final words of encouragement to her. I told her, “Remember, you wanted this. Just play along and we’ll take good care of you. I swallow for guys all the time and it really isn’t that hard.”

I turned her around, and lifted her sweater over her head to a huge round of applause. I ran my hands around her and had to use all my weight to work her onto her knees. The guys had already called dibs on her and the first guy came up to stand in front of her, and began undoing his pants. Jen came over and worked her fingers between her teeth, and helped the guy get his cock started into her mouth. It was a good thing that this was her night, because I gladly would have gone to my knees for his thick and stout member.

Jen grabbed the empty baby bottle and left the room saying that she was going for a refill. The guy second in line came over to me and offered me his cock to I wouldn’t feel left out, but I referred him to Michelle. He did talk me into helping him get ready for her with some playful making out. I certainly didn’t see any harm in that. I let him take my top off to more cheers from the already half-drunk frat boys. It was wild thinking about what I was doing. Even wilder when I thought about what the other guys were talking about; taking turns with me before finishing up on Michelle.

Jen came back to see what was happening to me and smiled broadly. She took a small swipe at me by asking the guy why he hadn’t taken off my bottoms as well, and I changed the subject by asking her where the baby bottle was that she had gone to refill. She told me that one of the frat guys was filling it for her and would bring it back later. Jen and I watched the guy fucking away at Michelle’s mouth and were happy to see he was going easy on her. However, Jen did start telling all the guys in general just how to go about making sure that they got her properly fed.

Michelle was moaning a protest that no one in the room really cared to listen to, and Jen just made fun of her for it. It was pretty clear that she was about to take her first load of man juice and I started encouraging the guy to really nail her deep. Michelle’s poor eyes darted my way and I knew this was going to be hard for her, but in the end I knew she wanted this just as bad as I needed Jen to take control of me. Here I had one guy molesting the hell out of my chest and fingering me through my shorts, and watching one of my best friends getting force fed right in front of my eyes. I would be lucky to get out of here without a dozen orgasms of my own.

The guy was pushing deep into Michelle’s mouth in slow but jutting strokes. Her eyes went wide just before his first grunt of acknowledgment that he had actually started cumming in her. I freaked out in a good way as I watched my first close up feeding of someone other than me. Seeing him holding her head tight to his balls as he relieved himself was totally intoxicating to me. The evil little bitch came out of me as I told the guy molesting me that it was his turn. The first guy withdrew his cock finally and Michelle gasped for air. I realized I was going to have to give her some breathing tips at a later time.

The next guy in line came over to warm up on me, but Jen stopped him and began unsnapping my shorts. I really didn’t want to get fully nude in front of so many guys, but her eyes told me not to fight her desires. It was so incredibly embarrassing to have another girl yanking down my panties in from of all the prying eyes; especially with a nearly bald look. They had to be thinking I was way underage by my entire look.

The door opened and a guy had to push his way into the room. I didn’t know at the time, but Jen had capped the number of guys that were allowed to come in. He had the baby bottle with him and by the looks he had some kind of white mixed drink in the bottle. However, as it went past my eyes, I realized what it really was and snapped my eyes to Jen’s. She was already looking at me and smiling an evil little grin. Somehow, she had gotten the rest of the party to help fill the bottle with what looked like the sperm of every guy there. I stood up just before the bottle would have been in sight of Michelle and went over to Jen.

I whispered, “Where you going to do it to her?”

Jen responded that she was going to make her do it right here, but I went into a total perv mentality and suggested that making her do it out in the midst of the party would be so much more humiliating to a girl. Jen kissed me right on the lips and grinned in her acceptance of my idea.

In seconds Jen was down behind Michelle as she was finishing off her last guy in the room and began grabbing for her pussy under her skirt. The guys were all aroused, all over again at the sight of that and were hooting their approval. Jen kept lifting Michelle’s skirt to flash the boys between the guys’ legs in front of her. She then began whispering something in her ear that was clearly tormenting her mind. She tried pulling away from the guy using her mouth, but found it absolutely impossible to budge.

By this time I had turned into a total Marquis de Sade myself and while I grabbed my clothes and began getting dressed, I grew close to watch Michelle with the sixth cock in her mouth in just under a half hour. Tears were running down her cheeks from the abuse heaped on her; both physical and mental. And when the guy told everyone that he was about to make his deposit, she began crying. I would find out later that her crying started because of what Jen had told her minutes earlier.

I felt something being pushed into my hand and it was Jen giving me the baby bottle to hold. It felt eerily warm and I turned away so Michelle couldn’t see it and marveled at the amount of cum that had been gathered in such a short time. The bottle was a little over a third full and was a swirl of creamy white to almost a translucent cream color. I shook it up for her to mix it into a more conformed state. I saw that because of the thickness of the goo within it, it would never be able to be sucked out. I went over to a desk in the room to find some scissors, and when I did find some I cut a good bit of the top of the nipple away. Just as the crowd around Michele was growing loud, I peeked through them to see the guy holding her head back quite a ways with a palm to her forehead.

He was letting everyone know he was about to cum and suddenly plunged deep into her mouth and held her balls deep as he too relieved the pressure from his ejaculate. Jen seemed unable to wait for the finish to Michele’s waking nightmare, and just about tugged her off of the guy’s cock the second he appeared finished with her.

Michelle’s face was stained from her tears and I was proud of how well she was holding up. However, when Jen began tugging at her hand, she started breaking down again. She saw Jen was trying to pull her from the room topless and pulled back as hard as she could. Jen enlisted the help of a couple of the boys and together they drew her out into the hallway. I heard a cheer ringing out and when I got there myself, the hallway was full of people. I would imagine the thing that upset Michelle the most was all the girls that had come to watch her belittling treatment. The noise was deafening. And then I watched a girl go around behind Michelle and lift her skirt. When she saw the brand, she screamed out, “See, I told you! Made in Mexico .” I got quite a boost to my ego hearing them renew their cheering upon hearing that.

Apparently, all the people privy to the filling of the baby bottle had come upstairs to watch the finale, but Jen wanted to do things downstairs so that we could make a quick dash for the door right after. As Jen towed Michelle through the crowd, everyone kept pawing at her and grabbing under her skirt. I was truly amazed at the number of girls joining in to cop a quick feel of her. Being the littlest person in the hallway, I really had to fight to keep even close to them. Poor Michelle; I was guarding her next bottle with my life.

As soon as we got to the bottom of the stairs, at least four dozen people were ushering us into the living room. Jen forced the crowd to back away and into a circle just as I was getting next to them. Michelle had to feel like a spectacle among all the girls picking on her, but after her first drink from the baby bottle, she was still quite under the influence. She looked around at the open area around her and had to be wondering what Jen had planned for her next, but she never would have guessed that it would be her little sister that would deliver the bad news.

I leaned over and gave her a kiss to shouts of “lesbians” from the crowd and smiled my most villainous smile ever. I slowly brought the bottle up to her face. She was apparently the last to know what was in it, and when her eyes focused on it, she totally freaked. I stared at her face and realized that this had to be how she had looked that first time in Mexico. Jen lifted her skirt another time to make sure everyone knew of her brand, and then a chant of Made in Mexico rang out. Jen grabbed each side of her head by her hair and I lifted the bottle to her lips. Her tears flowed freely, but I still had no problem working the nipple into her mouth. I kissed her cheek and told her to make me proud. Her eyes were so distressed, but she obeyed my every order and as I tipped the bottle up, I saw her cheeks begin a sucking motion.

With her first good taste, she pulled away from the nipple and I watched her gagging, but it was in a way to force her self to keep it down. When I got the nipple back to her mouth, I saw her open willingly this time. I popped the nipple between her lips and she began nursing away like a starved baby. I felt erotically delighted to see she had to hold her head up and back to reach the bottle as I fed it to her. The guys were cheering, but most of the girls were making “ewwe” sounds over their disbelief of what they were witnessing. I rubbed her cheek with one hand as I held the bottle in the air as if I were feeding a baby lamb in the other. When I saw that last nipple full of cum disappear, I held the bottle into the air like a trophy. The chanting began again – “Made in Mexico, made in Mexico…”

I saw Jen talking to several guys around her and it appeared she was telling them that we were leaving. I realized that we had forgotten Michelle’s sweater to cover her up and ran back upstairs to get it. By the time I got back, I saw that I had sort of left Michelle all alone with her hands tied. Jen was in plain sight looking at me as she tried pulling away from the guys around her, but Michelle was covered with guys and girls pawing away at her. Just as I reached her, some girl was screaming wildly and attempting to run off with Michelle’s skirt. I snatched it away from her and looped my arm through Michelle’s to tug her away from the crowd.

When Jen caught up to us, there was a serious swarm of people around us, but luckily she had the strength and resolve to keep pushing us towards the front door. A couple guys saw things were getting out of hand and helped get us outside and then stood at the doorway to keep the people from spilling out into the yard. I went for Michelle’s ropes, but quickly cursed how well Jen had tied them. We decided to make a run for it with Michelle between us and took off half-running and half-dragging Michelle. The drink she had in the beginning was really not helping things now.

I couldn’t begin to think of what would happen if some cops had seen us running like we were, but we made it to Jen’s car somehow and pushed Michelle into the back seat. I jumped in the front and leaned over the seat to try to push the sweater over her head when there was a loud rapping on Jen’s window. It was one of the frat boys and he was holding up the empty baby bottle. She smiled, rolled down the window, and thanked the guy profusely for the “trophy”.

After we got on our way, Michelle seemed to become a little more lucid and understood her nudity. I decided to hop into the back with her and get the ropes off her wrists. I swore at Jen for tying her up so well, and when I finally got Michelle’s hands free, the two of us worked to get her dressed. I began feeling her out about the last hour and I was really rather surprised to see her so calm. The alcohol was still keeping her mind close company evidently.

Jen got really lost in the dark and we ended up going almost an hour out of our way. That was sort of good though, because as Michelle came back to consciousness we had time to talk her through her feelings towards us. After the first frat party she had gone way overboard considering her true feelings, but this time she was only mildly pissed at what we had done to her. I knew that when Jen was out of the picture that she would be confessing her appreciation for looking after her; mind and body.

I even began teasing her about the amount of cum she had sucked down and when I saw her squeamish look, I told her to imagine what that much stuff would look like in her belly. I could see her doing just that and it was playing on her mind. I saw a fast food place coming into view and made Jen stop there for a minute. I ran inside and came back with a thick vanilla shake and handed it to Michelle. I didn’t really have to tell her what it was for since she had naturally craved one the first time, but I did make her pay for it when I said, “Here you go, sugar. This will smooth out all those little lumps in your belly.”

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