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 Slavers 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 mans 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 masters hard muscled abdomen and
worked her way down to his long shaft.
It only took a couple minutes of her attentions before the slumbering
mans 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 mans 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 lovers 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 days 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 Lupes 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 mens
lust for his position and it also used some of his tireless sluts 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 Carloss
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 Masters 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
didnt 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 didnt
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 Jacintos
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 cartels 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 didnt notice the American fighters flank their sleek
plane.
Before either of them could react, a voice came over the
planes PA system. It was
Jacintos 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 Lupes horror, everything slowed down to practically
a stop. Jacinto must have hidden
a staggering quantity of C4 behind the phones 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 Lupes 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 teens
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 wasnt 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 didnt
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 didnt
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 womans 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 womans 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
didnt 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 mens 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 dont
bitch! You dont get to
turn on the waterworks and get out of this with
me. Im not one of your
greasy boy toys that are ruled by their hardons for
you. Oh FUCK
no! Im 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 guards arrival in her
cell. She was almost thankful
when she heard Santiago yell Youll 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. Lupes 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 Slavers 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 wasnt
sure how she would do it, but she was resolved that she would not rest until
her friends were free.
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