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Kiley had to eat was gallons of protein rich cum that filled her stomach. Hank and Bill were creative, taking her in every imaginable way that they had read about. Her mouth was used to clean their cocks or to bring them back to life. They took her both at once, Kiley getting her way, one in her ass, the other in her pussy, all of them including herself cumming at once.

In between their orgasms, they bound and spread her, taking delight in torturing her in the most intimate places. But they also found the time to make her cum, even at times that Kiley couldn't fathom why she would perform that way. For men their age, they must have each cum eight or nine time, Kiley came a dozen times. That was almost every other hour for a full day. She could barely walk when they let her go. She didn't get out of bed for a day afterwards, but that didn't mean she didn't masturbate in bed. She did, too many times, but she couldn't put it all out of her head. She knew that she wouldn't last six months this time before she sought out Cynthia for new men to have their pleasure with her.

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It was three years after graduating from law school that she met him. She had gone to work in a small law office that worked on environmental cases, the type of cases that were drawn out for years by powerful corporations that could throw money out for their defense, but she loved the challenge. Once out of college, she was no longer that young girl, in spite of her age. All they had to do was talk to her to know that she was far more experienced and intelligent then her age let on. It wasn't out of place for her to be with an older man, most of them that weren't married dated younger girl's, the married ones that were looking for a mistress were not interesting to Kiley.

They were married a year after they met. Before they were married, their first sexual encounter together was the test. Kiley didn't want a plain vanilla sex life, but it would be up to him to bring it up.

He didn't disappoint her, their first sexual tryst on par with anything that Cynthia arranged.

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Chapter 1
Airport Capture

Sandra was the last one off the airplane. She had enjoyed the trip, going to Brazil with twenty-four other girls for two weeks, but she was kind of a loner, though she hated to admit it to herself. They had all graduated last month from college, but Sandra was older than all of them, twenty-four, the majority of them were twenty-one or twenty-two. It wasn't that much of an age difference, it was more that they were supported by their parents and Sandra fought hard to finish college in six years, money her biggest delay. She wasn't smart enough to get the big scholarships, having to make do with grants, loans and part-time jobs to support herself.

She would be glad to get home, but mechanical problems forced them to land in Panama. They didn't know how long it would last, so they had to get off the plane, which required going through customs.

As she walked off the plane into the sweltering heat, she noticed the unusual activity. There were helicopters flying low and nosily over the airport, some of them Panamanian, but also a scattering of United States Army helicopters. She walked into the terminal to see all of the girls huddled in a circle, worried looks on their faces. She heard the television booming the news in broken English.

"General Noriega has been arrested by United States military forces and charged with drug trafficking following the impasse that had been going on for six months since his illegal election made him president.

The United States had protested the move and using the authority of the protection of the Panama Canal as its justification, took over the country with little opposition from the military or the civilian population. Towns and cities are in chaos, no one able to determine who is in charge. The Panama airport has been shut down in the last five minutes, packed with many Panamanians trying to flee the chaos."

"What are we going to do?" Sandra was scared. They were in a strange country, and being an American was not a good thing to be when Americans were invading the same country. She looked around, 84

and there were no American soldiers, but there were plenty of Panamanian soldiers, all of them holding guns at their sides. They didn't look like they were ready to surrender.

"We'll go through customs first and then see how long before we can leave. We don't have much choice now that we are off the plane."

The chaperone tried to sound like she was in control, but she was just as scared as they were. "Stay together, that's our best chance," she warned the others. She saw the sign to customs. "This way; stay together."

They walked to customs, the lines already long in spite of the airport closing, but there were over twenty lines to clear people, so Sandra hoped it would be quick. They were promptly ushered into the lines, but the soldier with the machine gun in his hand pushed them each into different lines, the girls spread out, Sandra remembering the warning to stay together. She tried to move to one of the other lines that had one of her group in it, but the menacing guard pushed her back with an evil-sounding warning in Spanish that she didn't understand.

Captain Miguel scanned the lines after they told him a group of American college girls had landed and were going through customs.

The military and government were not happy with the American's so maybe this was the time for payback. He gathered his men. "One of these girls has to be stupid enough to be carrying some drugs, probably just a little marijuana." He looked at all the girls in line until he found what he was looking for. She looked a little meek and shy, but she was attractive, black hair, tight jeans that clung to her ass, nice long legs and a pullover that left lots of bare belly to his eyes, firm tits covered by the tightly fitting garment. "That one. The first man to find drugs and put it in her purse when you bring her to me gets a night in our jail with any of the female prisoners. I am told it is full of sympathizers that would be glad to trade favors for freedom.

It didn't take the men long to find what they were looking for, the youngest girl in the group had it, but when her purse was behind the counter, he took it out, handing the purse back to the surprised girl.

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another guard went to the line where the girl was just going up to the counter. They stood behind it as she handed it to the guard checking passports. The bag was already on the counter when the purse was laid next to it, none the wiser when it suddenly found its way inside.

The guard nodded to the others.

"Will you step this way?" He looked at her passport for her name.

"Sandra."

"Is something the matter?" She tried to turn to find someone in the other group, but they were all too engrossed in getting through customs in a hostile country.

"Nothing, his computer is broken, so you will have to go to the next line. I will take your purse to make sure nothing happens to it. Step this way."

She felt little relief when two guards accompanied her, more worried as they passed through a door to a long hallway. They were leaving the main terminal. "Where are we going?" Her voice trembled.

"Into the elevator." He nudged the reluctant girl with the muzzle of his gun, seeing her body jump when it pushed into her side.

The elevator creaked noisily as it went down. She wasn't sure, but it had to be at least two floors before it opened. The hallway was cold, had concrete walls and tile floors. There was a door at the end of it, a light shining beneath it.

"Sit here, and we will be with you in a moment." They pushed her down onto a hard, wooden bench near the door. Before she knew what was happening, a handcuff was attached to one of her wrists, the other end attached to the bench. They left her, but she had no chance of escaping, even if she knew where or how to escape. Her body was trembling now, and it wasn't just the cold hallway. Something was not right. The men disappeared into the room, but she couldn't see anything as the door closed quickly. It was only five minutes before they came out, her purse missing from their hands. She felt relief when they took off the handcuff from the bench, but they left the one handcuff dangling noisily from her wrist as if it were a piece of jewelry instead of a device of restraint.

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Miguel looked at her as she came in, his cock already hard in expectation but rising more when he saw her body moving so sensuously. "Bring her over here," he motioned his men.

They stood her in front of the desk. She didn't have a chance to look around the room, her focus too much on the officer behind the desk. He had wavy black hair, a handsome face, though a little rough.

His arms were big as well as his chest. Then she spotted her purse, the contents dumped on the desk near him. There was something else.

In her pile of belongings was a clear plastic bag of marijuana, no mistaking the contents. It wasn't hers, but she felt the danger of the situation now. Are
they trying to frame me?

"Stand up straight, hands at your side!" He barked the orders, seeing the girl jump to attention within seconds. Her back straight, her breasts pushed out, her arms clung to her side, but her hands were clenched in fists. She did a good job obeying.

She felt so self-conscious, his eyes scanning her body from head to toe. He was looking at her like a piece of ripe fruit. Suddenly, she found herself confronted with the possibility that she could be raped.

She knew she had to be careful, this wasn't the United States. She didn't say a word.

"Turn around." She started to move. "Slowly." She turned sideways until he could see her firm breasts thrust out. With her back to him, her firm, pert ass was highlighted in the tight jeans. He liked a nice, tight ass. She obeyed to perfection, slowly turning until she was facing him again, but now, he saw her face flushed in shame.

"You may leave us alone now," he ordered his men. They left the room.

"You have been charged with drug possession. Just like our president. It seems so fitting that you both come before justice on the same day." Captain Miguel explained to her patiently.

"I want to contact my embassy," her voice more pleading than demanding.

"Your embassy has been closed in protest by your government, though with your invasion, I expect it to open next week."

"Can I contact someone in my group?" She was getting desperate, 87

wanting to tell someone where she was. She hoped they were looking for her by now.

Miguel got up and switched on the news channel.

"The airport has reopened to let the few planes still on the ground to take off. I am told that this charter of twenty-five American college girls has been allowed to leave by the Panamanian government in a show of cooperation. The airport is now closed once again, the terminals cleared of everyone. It will not reopen until the conflict is resolved. The terminal officials fear for the safety of anyone at the terminal, because the Americans will probably seize it first. We will stay on the air as long as possible, but we never know when the Americans will cut off our power."

Sandra's last hope just took off. It was her plane. With the confusion, they probably didn't realize that she wasn't on it. Once it took off, there was nothing they could do except radio her disappearance. "When will I be charged?"

"That has already happened, Sandra. Our judicial system is more streamlined than yours. Our president has seen to that. We don't cater to the defendants as your government does. We don't have time for criminals."

"When will I have my trial?"

"There already has been a trial, Sandra. It went before four judges, but I am afraid with the evidence in plain sight, you didn't have a chance at an acquittal. I pleaded your case, but American's are not in high regard at this time."

"No trial!" She couldn't hold back her anger any longer, but the moment she said it, she knew she was in trouble.

"That is not a way to win your freedom, Sandra." He stared at her with his piercing eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm scared." She was trembling as she stood there.

"Understandable but not tolerated. You do have me though. We are not altogether cruel."

"You?" She was confused.

"I am what you would probably call your advocate. Like a lawyer, but I don't argue your case. I am here to make sure that your sentence 88

is fair. For the offense, the normal sentence is three years in one of our more notorious prisons for women."

"I'm sorry; I thought you were one of the guards."

"No, I am here to protect you and to help you. I'm your friend, your only friend, so remember that. I am also your only connection to the judges that will decide your fate."

"What will happen to me?" she asked nervously.

"I am going to try for leniency. You are young and innocent, but it will require your full cooperation. The judges do not like you, even though they haven't seen you, because you are an American. You must help me convince them to see you as a young woman, not a young American."

"If I get leniency, when would I get out?"

"If we are both good at convincing them, I could get you on an airplane in two days. I have already got them to agree for me to keep you here instead of sending you to our women's prison. I don't think you would last one night before you are raped by either the guards or the female inmates because you are American."