Victory Party, Part 2: Cartel Courtesan

 

By A_Bashful1

 

For five years, Lupe had been the prized whore of the Cali Cartel of Columbia.  Since the night of her initiation by the Slaver’s Guide they have owned her body and soul.  Her blonde, blue eyed, youthful beauty certainly played a part in her popularity, but frankly the Guild supplied women of all descriptions to the Cali Cartel.  No, her appeal went deeper than that.  Soon after her arrival, she became the top man’s number one whore.  He was so taken with her that he dubbed her ‘Puta Lupe’; a nickname that became her royal title to her owners.  Thanks to her time with the Guild, it was a title she absolutely loved.  It was a gift from her masters that she treasured.

 

Lupe did not need to sleep.  She never did, but it pleased her masters so when she laid with them over the warm topical nights.  As dawn broke she stared kissing her master’s hard muscled abdomen and worked her way down to his long shaft.  It only took a couple minutes of her attentions before the slumbering man’s cock was hard and erect enough for her to straddle him.  She rubbed his dick head around her damp pussy as the man slowly, happily began to wake.  As the man started to open his eyes, Lupe worked his thick shaft methodically in and out of her hungry vagina; twisting and gyrating slightly to increase his pleasure.  When her rhythm reached a furious pace the man’s strong hands reached up and grabbed her tender breasts.  Lupe squealed with delight as she purred “Good morning, my master.  I hope I have pleased you this morning.”

 

Carlos Montoya rumbled back “Little puta, you brighten every morning!  What would I do without my beautiful alarm clock?”  Lupe smile wickedly and laughed with glee.  She then picked up their pace, threw her head back and squealed again loudly as the first of several orgasms rocked her mind and body.  The undisputed leader of the Cali Cartel pulled the blonde vixen down into a long passionate kiss as he added his own mighty thrusts to her maddening motions.  He effortlessly rolled his slave on her back and began to pump her furiously.  Lupe knew just how to rotate and to buck to make her lover’s experience exceptional and for the next hour, she pleasured her master as only she could.

 

In a world were whores like her are lucky to live a few months, she thrived for five wonderful years.  Drug lords came and went, usually feet first, but Lupe outlasted them all.  Soon, to fuck Puta Lupe was the symbol of power in the Columbian underworld.  Not just because only her drug lord and those he told her to fuck could do it; she was the best whore they had ever seen.  Her talents were as legendary as her beauty.

 

Lupe served her cartel faithfully and with pride.  Each new drug lord seldom touched any of the other whores he owned once he had Lupe, but that was both a blessing and a curse.  The difference between friend and foe is slight in the criminal underworld.  There is little room for distraction there and Lupe was definitely a big distraction.  Few men lasted more than three months at the top.  Her current master was an exception and had held the reins of power for over two years. He understood how to use Puta Lupe to his advantage.

 

As Lupe bathed the powerful criminal, he asked her “Lupe, do you know what today is?”  Lupe beamed with joy, “Yes my master.  Today is Service Day!”  Carlos smiled and asked “How do you feel about Service Day, little one?”  She hugged her master and purred in his ear “Everything I do that pleases you is my only true joy, Master.  That is all I Live for.  I will admit I enjoy the sex and especially how the men drool over me, but all that would mean nothing if it did not please you, my master.”  Carlos smiled as he brought his slut in close for another kiss before he let her finish preparing them both for the day’s activities.

 

Service Day happened once a week.  It was a reward instituted by Carlos where he would select four men for their contributions to the cartel to be Lupe’s playmates.  She would spend the next eight hours doing anything the men could think of on camera.  The video of the events would be available to any of his men. This way, Carlos controlled the men’s lust for his position and it also used some of his tireless slut’s energies to wear down the men most likely to try to replace him.  After a few hours with Lupe, the men needed at least a day to recover.

 

Today, one of the men to earn his time with Lupe was Antonio Moreno.  Antonio was Carlos’s younger cousin and although Antonio was at least as ruthless and ambitious as his cousin, he was also his most loyal and devoted aide.  Antonio loved Carlos as he would a big brother, but that did not curb his lust of Lupe.  In fact, in the last 50 Service Days Antonio had earned his place 8 times.  This was always a pleasant treat for Lupe too as Antonio was by and far her best lover; even better than Carlos.  If a slave could pick her master, Lupe would pick Antonio, but even thinking that caused her great embarrassment.

 

As Lupe dried her Master’s freshly cleaned body, they were interrupted by Jacinto, his second in command.  “Carlos! We have troubles!”  The drug lord knew that Jacinto would never interrupt his time with Lupe if it were not important.  Carlos put on his robe and said “We will talk outside, little one.  Go ahead and make yourself ravishing for me while we talk.”

 

Lupe smiled her lusty little smirk and sauntered to her make up counter.  She made sure both men got an excellent view of her naked swaying ass, even though she really didn’t like Jacinto.  It simply was not her place to show her distaste.  As the two men went about their business, she began her beauty treatments and thought about the man that just left the room.

 

Jacinto was one of the reasons that most sex slaves didn’t last more than a few months here.  He was a horribly violent man with a particular anger toward women.  He beat every woman he fucked within an inch of their lives.  Although he usually left them alive, he had actually killed a few of them outright. Still after he was through with them they were not very attractive and were of little value as sex slaves. She was fortunate to have caught the eye of Juan, the leader of the cartel when she first arrived, before Jacinto had a chance to knock her around.  But when Carlos instituted Service Day, he was one of the first men to be so honored.  To Jacinto’s frustrations, Lupe did not fold under his assault like other women had.  She thought it was just rough play and gave every impression that she actually enjoyed it, which infuriated the thug.  The enraged hombre grabbed his gun and pointed it at the slut, but was surprised to hear the distinctive sound of Uzi bolts being drawn back.  Carlos called from behind “My friend, you should remember that Lupe is MY property and I will not treat abuse of her lightly.  Perhaps you would prefer another gift from me that will not get you killed?”  Jacinto reluctantly chose the new offer and never took his place in the Service Day rituals again; but this slut obviously irritated him still to this day.

 

As the men finished their plans, Lupe entered the office.  Her hair was in sensuous golden waves about her shoulders.  Her heaving breasts were covered by a tight yellow halter baring her midsection to the admiring men.  Her hips swayed under the bright blue mini skirt.  Her long lovely legs were covered in black fishnet stockings that rode from her black garter belt past her yellow stiletto pumps with the 8 inch heels and out to her lovely toes.  Carlos smiled and said “I am sorry my little one, but we need to take a trip today.  Our loyal customers to the north have serious issues that I need to deal with.  Jacinto will take care of things here while we travel but I am afraid that there will be no Service day this week.”  Lupe was obviously disappointed, but she replied “As long as I am with you, my master, I am happy.”

 

Within a couple hours, Lupe and her master sped in his private jet over the Caribbean Sea to a meeting place on a Bahamian atoll.  The landing strip was a carefully guarded secret and was covered by camouflage tents.  As jets arrived, tents would be raised high enough for the jet to safely make its approach.  Timing was everything on the landing as the tide had to be at the right level as well as no planes or boats to carry prying eyes that would have to be dealt with.  Still this little island had provided security for the cartel’s dealings with their customers in the states for many decades.

 

Although the trip took more than three hours, Lupe did not allow her master to get bored.  While he worked, she waited on him hand and foot like an executive aide.  When he finished she played with him like an enthusiastic stripper.  Time flew by for Carlos and Lupe.  They almost didn’t notice the American fighters flank their sleek plane.

 

Before either of them could react, a voice came over the plane’s PA system.  It was Jacinto’s voice and it dripped with venom.  “Are you surprised ‘my friends’?”  His laughter filled the cabin.  “Carlos, you were a good leader, but your time is done.  I paid off your pilot to lead you to the filthy DEA agents, but do not worry.  They will never touch you my friend or your stinking whore!”  Carlos threw Lupe off his lap and stormed to the satellite phone at the front of the cabin.  As he picked up the phone and its activation light illuminated Jacinto laughed again and said “Good bye old friend.”

 

To Lupe’s horror, everything slowed down to practically a stop.  Jacinto must have hidden a staggering quantity of C4 behind the phone’s wall mounting as already the wall was enveloped in blinding burst of light.  Even at the slow pace that time moved for her, Carlos had already taken multiple mortal shrapnel wounds.  At unfathomable speed, Lupe jumped from the floor and ran to him.  The frantic woman grabbed the man in her arms, knowing that nothing she could do for him would save him and kissed his cheek.  She wanted her last moments on this Earth to be with this man and even for that brief moment, Carlos was aware that his beloved slave was with him at the end.

 

As the fireball enveloped the couple, Lupe thought she would be with Carlos in heaven this day, but to her surprise the blast washed over her like a warm rain.  Still the force of it was enough to shoot her through the aluminum skin of the jet like a bullet through tissue paper.  Lupe had lost many masters but none while she was with them and certainly none that had been as good to her as Carlos.  She was still in shock from the loss when she noticed that she was in freefall.  Terror filled her mind as she fell at incredible speed toward the ocean more than 20,000 feet below.  Soon panic and grief overwhelmed the young woman and she passed out long before she hit the rapidly approaching ocean.

 

In Lupe’s dreams her terror threatened to destroy her, but soon she found herself in a brightly lit palace filled strangely beautiful music.  There was a surprisingly calming and familiar quality to the music that soothed the young woman but soon she realized that it was more than music.  It was a language; a strange alien language that somehow she understood fluently.  A male voice from a nearby chamber said “Kara Zor-El, my daughter; we must send you to the one safe place in the known universe where you have family.” 

 

Lupe walked into the room that the voice had come from.  There to the far side of the large lab were a man and woman in flowing robes.  They addressed a pretty blonde teen dressed as they were in a rocket ship of some kind.  The woman said “Agro City will soon be no more and both your Father and I will follow you as soon as we can, but we must get you to your cousin Kal El immediately.”  The teen’s eyes were red from the tears she tried to hold back and Lupe herself felt her own eyes burn with loss.  Both parents yelled “Farewell my daughter” as the ships engines kicked in sending the youth on her way.  That is when Lupe first saw out the portal the ship left through.  As the parents fled the room, Lupe saw the meteors falling through the city shield and impacting the ground; ripping away the metal foundation of the city.  Each impact exposed a new green light beaming from the poisoned ground.   Lupe stared in horror as the sickly green glow grew until all she could see was green.

 

When the green light faded, Lupe found herself standing outside a house on a street in a small Midwestern town.  She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she was positive where she was.  Through the open door of the garage she saw a brown haired girl helping her father work on his car.  As the father worked under the car she fetched tools and supplies for him.  Suddenly the jack gave way.  Again time stood still for Lupe as she saw the young girl move at impossible speed.  First she grabbed the car and lifted it at least 2 feet above the jack.  She then raced across the room and picked up another jack that was sitting on a shelf.  She quickly replaced the broken jack with the new jack and replaced the car gently on the new jack.  It all happened so fast, her father almost didn’t notice.  After time renewed its normal flow the father said “Thanks for the help Linda, but did anyone see you?”  The young girl came forward and looked carefully up and down the street before answering “No Dad.  No one saw.” 

 

Again Lupe was surprised.  Not only was this the same girl as in the spaceship, but she and her father were now speaking English; a language she didn’t know.  Yet she understood it fluently when they spoke.  Lupe turned and ran down the street as fast as her feet could take her.  Soon the landscape flowed by her like she were moving faster than a train.  She would have stopped, but she saw someone standing on the horizon waiting for her.  Although it was miles away, she closed the gap quickly.  Soon she could see the blue mini dress costume with the red cape and matching red boots.  A little closer and she could see the woman’s golden blonde hair and the large ‘S’ shield on her chest.  She could already hear the woman call to her “Come back to us Kara.  The world needs heroines.”  Finally Lupe could see the woman’s face, her *own* face, smiling back to her as she opened her arms to welcome Lupe and said “We all need Supergirl!”

 

Lupe awoke on a sweaty cot in a small dimly lit room.  Her startled yell echoed in the long hallway outside the steel barred door that imprisoned her.  She was confused at both where she was and how she had gotten here.  Far too many things had happened to the poor sex slave for her to process, but the surprises were just beginning for her.  As she looked out the barred window she could tell it was a stormy night out there.  She could hear the voices of the guards out in the hall talking about her in English.  The first guard said “Well I guess the whore is awake now.  Better call Captain Santiago.  How the hell do you think she survived that explosion?”  Another voice answered “Who cares?  She must have grabbed a parachute and ditched it after she hit the water.  All I know is Santiago will want to know what the hell happened and what she knows.  He didn’t work a full year setting this thing up to have it blow up in his face!”  Just like the dreams, Lupe understood every word of the guards’ conversation.  She had never heard the language before, how could she know it so well?

 

Captain Santiago wasted no time in getting to his prisoner.  Within five minutes Lupe heard the clicking of men’s shoes coming down the long corridor.  When he reached the door he spoke to her in Spanish “I am Captain Emilio Santiago of the DEA.  You I know are the ‘great’ Puta Lupe.  We have heard much of the whore that has become the symbol of power in the Cali Cartel!  We always thought that you would be a good resource for all the pillow talk that you have heard, but the way you survived that blast has me thinking that you might be more than a simple slut.”  Lupe looked back from her window and asked “How did I survive?  Last thing I remember is being pushed out the jet and falling to the ocean.”

 

Santiago stared at this woman.  Every mannerism spoke of shock and disorientation, yet somehow she seemed to find composure.  After a minute, he responded “You were found by a salvage team that we called in to find the remnants of the jet.  We were very surprised to find you floating in the debris field.  You have been unconscious for over 8 hours.  You claim to have been pushed out of the jet.  We found no parachute or any means for you to safely fall.  There have been incidents of people surviving parachuting accidents but there was not a scratch nor a bruise anywhere on your body.” For the first time, Lupe noticed that she was in prison clothes.  “There is far more going on here than you are telling us and I will know the answers!”

 

The next two hours were almost as traumatic for the young woman as the jets destruction as Santiago mercilessly grilled her.  He accused her of crimes from prostitution, to drug trafficking, to running the cartel itself.  He told her she should get use to prisons because she would never see life outside one again.  He knew she was vulnerable and he pressed that advantage hard.  If a lawyer were present, she would have a good case against the captain and he knew it, but he was driven.  He wanted her information no matter how he got it.

 

Lupe had gotten nearly frantic.  This nightmare was like a bottomless pit of quicksand that just kept sucking her further and further into its depths.  As Lupe laid her head down and cried Santiago grabbed her golden mane of hair and violently yanked her hair back.  He screamed into her face “Oh no you don’t bitch!  You don’t get to turn on the waterworks and get out of this with me.  I’m not one of your greasy boy toys that are ruled by their hardons for you.  Oh FUCK no!  I’m not like that pussy Carlos that you led around buy the dick and offed when a better offer came around!”

 

For the first time that she could remember, Lupe was furious.  She pushed her assailant hard and screamed “I would NEVER harm Carlos! He was my MASTER.  I would have died for him!”  The DEA officer hit the far wall so hard that the impact actually cracked it, rendering him unconscious.  Lupe was shocked at the turn of events but all she knew is she needed to get out now.  Soon the guards would be here and they would not hesitate to shoot her.  She ran to the wall with the window and struck it with all her might.  The aging cinderblocks and concrete fell apart like the wall of a sand castle.  Any other time, she would have wondered why, but right now she only knew she had to run.

 

The base that she was being held at was obviously an abandoned facility that the DEA used in this emergency.  There were several holes in the old fence and Lupe had no problem finding one.  The beams of flashlights searching followed by gunfire signaled the guard’s arrival in her cell.  She was almost thankful when she heard Santiago yell “You’ll never get away bitch!”  She may have hated the vile agent, but she was no murderer. 

 

The storm she saw earlier had grown in intensity.  She now realized that the reason they had taken her here is that a hurricane was closing in on them and this was the closest place.  The rain came down in sheets, but the young woman still ran as if her life depended on it.  She ran without the slightest plan.  Nothing she could see held any significance to her, but she pressed on.  Before long she found herself standing on a high cliff overlooking the ocean.  She had fled until she had run out of island.  She stood there for a minute trying to decide what to do, but nature made the decision for her.  The whole sky lit up as a bolt of lightning made a connection between the heavens and the highest available point, the cliff she stood on. 

 

Her clothes burned to ash, but the lightning did no physical damage to her.  Her mind was another story.  Lupe’s mind felt like it was on fire as over a billion watts of power lit her up like a light bulb.  Synapses that had been dormant for years fired with earnest.  Suddenly the young woman remembered everything.  Her life before the cartel was completely restored.  She remembered every minute from her early childhood to the second the lightning hit its mark.  She remembered how she and her friends were captured by the Slaver’s Guild and, without a clue of the true nature of their prizes, sold into slavery.

 

For the first time in five long years, Supergirl took to the skies.  She was thinking clearly again and knew that she still had to escape this island and quickly.  As Lupe, she was now a wanted criminal and if the Guild knew that Supergirl returned at the same time as Lupe disappeared, it might be very dangerous for her captured friends.  She knew she was her friends’ only hope and she had to do this alone.  She wasn’t sure how she would do it, but she was resolved that she would not rest until her friends were free.


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