*** 17 ***

Nena went into her small room and lay on the bed. She curled herself into a little ball, like a newborn baby, willing her body to meld into itself making her disappear. She wrapped her arms around her legs protectively and gently rocked back and forth. Her ass still throbbed from the stinging blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her father's tool, that had slammed into her, again and again and again...she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father...fucking her...fucking her ass.

She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on what was happening to her. Without consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee made contact with her wet triangle, Doug's face contorting as he plunged his hard cock deep within her ass coating her insides, John's thick tool hanging obscenely at the entrance to her vagina and how it felt buried deep within her.

She shivered remembering her struggling to get out from under him and how he put his arms around her thin waist and pulled her in close to his chest pumping deeply, the panic when she realized that was he was going to shoot his load inside her, the orgasm that spasmed through her unconsciously when she felt the first thick stream plow into her fertile hole, a cock jerking in her like a thick electrified coil.

The images swam through her mind faster, ricocheting off one another, blending, a stream of sexual depravity. A non-stop thought interspersed with fleeting glimpses of stiff cocks, warm sperm, sweat, her swollen, red vagina, her heavy tits suspended by her thick brown nipples, the hard bodies pinning her down, controlling her, using her...humiliating her.

Nena began to mew and whimper on the bed. She turned around on her back. Against her own will her hands reached down to thick thatch of hair between her thighs. She spread her legs wantonly in a wide V. Nena stuck two of her fingers into her already drenched hole. She groaned. With the other hand she began to lightly pull at her nipples, causing them to stiffen and extend. She closed her eyes. Part of her screamed at herself to stop, but the images of the last two days floated in and out of her mind, urging her on. She tried to go slow, to prolong the sensation, but the need was too much.

She slipped a third finger into her slippery hole and pressed in deeply, feeling the vaginal walls as they pressed tightly against her fingers, the sensations causing her to body to quiver in excitement. At the same time she increased the tempo and pressure on her nipples, her finger dancing back and forth between the two hard nubs, further hardening them. She spread her legs as wide as she could. Her breath started coming in short little gasps as she neared orgasm.

She focused on the image of Miguel as he plunged his cock into her at the store. As she neared her peak, suddenly her door opened. Nena jumped up in surprise and covered herself with a blanket, her body trembling from the need to climax.

Her father and mother walked into the room. "What are you doing in here?" her father bellowed. He reached down and yanked the blanket away from her, underneath Nena had her hand buried in her wet box, her fingers pistoning in and out feverishly.

"Papa...I...can't ...oh ...my...god" Nena had no will left, her body taking complete control of her rendering her helpless. She saw her father raised his hand to strike her, but could not summon herself to block the blow. As her fathers open hand connected with her face, she felt the orgasm within her rise up, peak, and explode.

The pain and pleasure intertwined together, making her lose her breath. She felt her juices as they sluiced over her hand, her vagina contracting, one, two, three times.

As she started to come down, her father struck her again, his open hand connecting with one of her firm tits. The stinging blow, caused her orgasm to build up again, the pleasure shooting through her body making her moan loudly. As the orgasm ripped through her she fell back on the bed, the force of the pleasure leaving her limp. She looked up weakly at her parents, a fine sheen of sweat covering her firm body, not able to speak. Part of her was terrified, but she was not able to tap into that feeling, to explain what she was going through to her parents.

All she could think about was her orgasm and all the dirty, filthy, depraved things she had been going through. Damn that Constancia, she thought to herself. She felt her father's hard, callused hand grab her around her forearm and yanked her up roughly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mom dab her eyes with a handkerchief. Her face full of disbelief.

"You disgust me. You disgust all of us. You are worse than a slut. You're a dog," her father said, the words clipped and angry. "You no longer are welcome in this home. You want to act like an animal, well then you are going to live like an animal." He grabbed his daughter and pulled her to the front door and pushed her roughly outside, completely naked.

"Please papa...let me make you understand...let me explain," she said her voice desperate. Her father continued to push her along through the house to the door leading to the ranchos large yard. Her father's pushing caused her to stumble and lose her balance. Her firm tits swaying back and forth as she tried to regain her equilibrium. As they reached the door, Nena's father pushed Nena forward roughly through it.

She stumbled and landed in a heap in the dirt. Her father bent down and grabbed her upper arm. Nena protested, her tears leaving a faint trail through the dirt on her face. She tried to pull away. "Please mama...please help me."

Her mother looked away, her eyes watery. Disappointment etched in her face, making her look older and sadder. Nena's father pulled the screaming girl through the yard. As they reached the dog pen, Nena tried to grab hold of the wire fence, desperately trying to hold her ground.

*** 18 ***

Nena held onto the cold steel fence as hard as she could, her little hands clenched tightly around the cool, blue steel poles. Her fingers and knuckles going white from the strain of holding herself back from entering the dog pen. She continued to beg and plead with her father, "Please, Papa, please listen to me. I need your understanding," she sobbed, her heaving causing her heavy breasts to bob up and down on her chest. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand gripping her upper arm like a vice. His thick fingers gripped her upper arm like a pair of pincers.

Nena lost her grip on the steel poles and cried out as her father swung her forward causing her to trip and fall forward on the dirt. Nena tried to scurry away like a little animal as her father approached nudging her with his foot, the hard boot digging into the softness of her tummy and the underside of her large swinging tits, insistently guiding her towards the doghouse in the middle of the yard. Nena cried and whimpered as her father nudged further forward, her firm body sweaty from the sun and covered with a fine sheen of dust from the dog yard.

The dog yard was a large area comprised of an L shape row of doghouses, small, square, wooden structures painted a myriad of colors, now old and faded by the hot Mexican sun. Bordering the longer part of the dog houses was a low cement trough from which the dogs ate. Water was given to the dogs on a daily basis from an old, dirty spring a few feet from the trough. An old, leaky hose snaked out of a pipe that stuck out of the dirty water which was only suitable for the animals, and too microbe ridden for human consumption. The spring itself was shallow and crisscrossed by broken branches and logs from the surrounding trees, a six- foot high chain link fence with only one entrance surrounded the entire dog yard.

As Nena was nudged closer to the pen area she began to notice the stench of the dogs, the heavy smell causing her to unconsciously crinkle her nose in disgust.

Her father reached down and roughly pulled her up from the ground causing her to cry out as the hard fingers dug into her arm. He dragged her forward roughly like a sack of laundry, her legs giving way from the relentless pace. "Hurry up you little animal," he said through clenched teeth. "Hurry up!"

Nena cried out, "Please papa, take me back to the house...please papa, I need some clothes, pleeese Papa," tears welled up in her eyes, pooled, and ran down her cheeks leaving little trails in the dust covering her cheeks. Her father yanked her forward causing her to trip over herself. She whimpered in pain.

As Nena and her father entered the actual holding area the dogs began to yelp and howl. The pen held roughly thirty dogs, a menagerie of different types, but all of them wild, mongrels, flea infested and dirty. Some lay sleeping in their dog houses and other lay lounging around in the hot sun. Their tongues protruding out of their mouths, as big horse flies buzzed around them in the hot, humid air. A few of the dogs paced around the area warily unaccustomed to having more then one person in the pen at one time, their matted tails swishing slowly through the thick air anxiously.

Nena's father let go of her and walked over to the hose. He turned the key and a flood of dirty water washed out of the rubber tube. "Come here puta," he said. "We have to wash you really well. We can't have another dirty dog in here can we?" He said cruelly.

Nena walked tentatively towards him, crying softly. Her voice was soft, quivering, "Papa, I'm so sorry for disappointing you. I'm so sor-" She was cut off as her father pointed the hose at her. The warm, dirty water hitting her face and entering her mouth causing her to sputter. She held up her arms to stop the cascade.

"Stop papa, please stop!" she cried, as he moved the hose up and down her firm, lithe, body effectively washing away the fine, dust. He bent down and turned off the water. Nena stood motionless, her entire body wet and glistening. Her thick hair cascading down her back. Still sobbing, Nena protectively tried to cover her big, breasts and the thick hair at the juncture of her soft thighs with her little hands. Even so, one of the thick brown nipples was clearly visible, a small droplet of water hanging precariously from the thick nub.

Her father looked at her appreciatively. Nena hung her head. Not sure what to do. Her father walked over to her. "Come here my litter perro. We are going to take you to your new home." He reached out his hand. Nena stood petrified with fear.

"What do you mean my new home?" she said her voice quivering. "My home is with you, mama and my brothers and sisters." She looked up at her father beseechingly. "Give me your hand," he said. His voice hard edged and menacing. Nena raised her hand up slowly. Her father grabbed it firmly and walked slowly to one of the unoccupied dog houses, Nena shuffling behind him crying.