Drawn to the Flames

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3By the time they reached the barrio neighborhood, Kate was a wriggling wreck. Andreas, under her guidance, had made her come twice. She’d become so agitated that he had to open his fly so she could hold onto his erection with her other hand. In his presence, she hesitated to call it “free.” He’d pulled over again just as she came the second time, so he could hold her close as she writhed and convulsed.

When she was calm, he retrieved the brown sack from the back seat. Inside, Kate saw a tight micro skirt. “It’s one of Rosalita’s, babygirl. Same size as the one you borrowed from her when I took you to Rosa’s place. Put it on.”

“May I have my panties?”

“Put it on, puta. You know the rules.” As she stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to her waist, he took off his sweat-stained white shirt. “Wear this. Don’t button it, baby; just tie the bottom.”

“My breasts will show!” Kate protested. He smiled. “Sí, Señora. That’s the idea, no? Put on your heels. Then you’ll be a real barrio princess.”

He pulled back onto the main street, headed for his favorite market. Kate dreaded how she’d look if she had to get out of the car. The skirt seemed even shorter than Sasha’s most provocative clubbing number. Sash was a few inches taller than her mom, so that one fit Kate acceptably on the rare occasions she had to borrow it. But this nothing of a skirt was like an invitation to a gang-bang.

“You let your sister wear this with all your workmen around?”

“Half-sister. She’s a wild child, Katrina. Likes to get into trouble in the bars. The best Miguel and I can hope for is having her go with the hombres in the crew. Better she gives it to men we can control than the assholes she chases after on her own.”

“Keep it in the family.”

“Yeah. The old man is hoping she’ll marry one of them and settle down.”

“Does he realize she’s more likely to marry into your group, along with Carmen and your other toys?”

Kate bit her wayward tongue, too late. She’d often wondered about the group marriage Carmen had whispered to her about that magical night at Rosa’s cantina, but she’d never had the courage to confront Andreas about it.

“Carmen,” Andreas said with a huff. “She said she told you.”

“Don’t be angry, Andreas. I pushed her. I wanted to know if she was, well, like your…favorite.”

Andreas fumed.

“And the whole idea sounded wonderful,” Kate pressed on. “I’ve wanted to know what polyamory is like, but this is the first time I’ve ever met anyone who’s actually doing it.”

“It’s not the same, Katrina. Jorge Fernandez and I decided to have a harem, that’s all. Get a few guys to join us and then a half dozen or so girls who like showing their bodies and being traded around. And are bi. They have to be okay with that.”

“But that’s what polyamory is, I think.”

“No. You white people need to have everyone be equal. Or pretend they are. No true Dom could stand for that. With us all the girls are submissive to all the men, or they’re out.”

“And you get your pick, I suppose.”

“Naturally. Same as Jorge.”

“And Miguel? Carmen said he’s in the group, too.”

“Enough, puta. If you’re so curious, I’ll arrange for you to join us some night when we’re all together.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that, Master!”

Andreas looked down at her. “Actually, you were, little slut. I should have realized it when Carmen told me she’d given you the inside scoop on our little commune. I should have shared you with my brothers and sisters sooner.”

“But–”

“Enough!” He pulled into the Buena Cucina market parking lot.

“Put on your sexy heels.” He got out and slipped on his heavy coat. He opened her car door and reached for her hand.

Kate was nervous about being recognized.

“Come on, baby,” Andreas urged. “Wear your fancy sunglasses. No one will recognize you.”

“But they’ll know you, Andreas. They’ll assume I’m your girlfriend.”

He looked at her sharply. “Which is what you are, pretty one. My white uptown puta p***y. At least for tonight. Right, mi preciosa?”

“Yes,” Kate whispered.

“Then move it. Or you can stay in your car, and I can sell you to a half dozen of my brothers inside. They’d be only too happy to tie you over the hood of the car and give you a lesson in cross-cultural fertilization.”

“Please, Andreas, don’t joke.”

“Who’s joking? We both know you’d love that, being gang-banged by five or six big brown guys, while showing all my friends what a natural born s*x kitten you are.”

Kate was wise to Andreas’s ways, and giggled. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, puta.”

She stepped out of the car. “Andreas, this shirt doesn’t cover me. Everyone will see I’m naked.”

“Take it off, then.”

“Take it off?”

“Yes.” He shrugged off his prized red fox coat. “Wear this.” He leaned close. “Like the first night we met. Have you forgotten?”

Kate shook her head. “Never. You were wonderful.”

“Only because you trusted me with your secret desires. Trust me now, Katrina.”

He sheltered her from passersby as she changed. The thick coat was long enough to cover her skirt, too, and for a moment, Kate wondered if Andreas was going to make her take it off.

In her spike heels, Kate followed him nervously through the store. The staff smiled at Andreas, who was obviously one of their best customers. They smiled at Kate, too, most probably guessing that Andreas had found her on a prostitution website.

He stopped by the meat department. The manager came over to them at once. “Andreas! It’s been a while, compadre!” He looked Kate up and down. “And who is this beautiful young lady?”

“This is Katrina, Juan, and she loves meat. Especially fat, long, spicy sausages. Where is the hard chorizo?”

“I have some fresh Basque ones. Come.”

Andre selected a fat, smooth, eleven inches long, semi-flexible sausage, and held it up for Kate’s inspection. “Look familiar, baby?” he asked, leering at Juan.

“It’s much longer than the ones I’m used to. But it looks tasty, and you know I’ll try anything my Master suggests.” She winked. “At least once.” Andreas chuckled, tossing the oversized edible dildo into their basket.

“Now, Juan, we need brisket, and I wasn’t impressed with the ones in the display case. Mind if we check the stock in the cold room?”

“Go ahead, amigo. Take your time.”

In the meat locker, Kate shivered against the chill.

“Give me the coat, baby.”

“But it’s cold, sweetheart.”

“It’ll warm up in a minute, puta, trust me.” He took off her coat. “Now the skirt.”

“Andreas, I–”

“Hurry, girl! If my nuts freeze then I’ll have to use that chorizo.”

When she stood before him naked and shivering, he let her put his coat back on, but left it open in front. He put an empty plastic tub by her feet. “Turn around and kneel on the tub. Keep your knees apart. Now, put your arms around that big loin of ham, and hang on.”

“But, Andreas! It’s frozen.”

“And we’ll be, too, if you don’t obey me. Do it, puta.”

She complied, whimpering as Andreas pressed her against the frozen meat. He lifted the hem of his long-suffering coat and entered her from behind. Kate moaned as he leaned down over her and kissed her neck. “It won’t take long, ice maiden. Feeling your hot p***y and ass has got me so excited I’m gonna go off in a minute.” He thrust deep into her a few times. “Think, pretty little puta,” he whispered. “Imagine how it’ll feel when we get you home and chain you to your bed.”

“Ohhh…”

“Think how helpless you’ll be when I turn you over and put your big ‘f**k Me Daddy Please’ cushion under you. What it will feel like when I make you work that big chorizo up your soaking cunt while I sodomize you.”

He spat in his palm and lubricated her anus. He used her own wetness, too. When he entered her rectum, she gasped. “Now, puta baby, what do good little girls ask their Master when they’re all hot and wet?”

“Please, Master,” she begged, “f**k me.”

“I didn’t hear you, little girl.

“Please Master, make me your slave!”

“Louder, puta witch!”

“Please Master! f**k MEEE!”

If Kate was concerned that Juan or anyone else standing outside the meat room door heard her pleas to be possessed, she could rest assured it wasn’t a possibility. The walls of her temporary place of imprisonment were not just heatproof, but were insulated against cold air and hot sounds, as well.

Fortunately, this meant the fury of Andreas’s assault, and his bellow of triumph when she came and he came with her, were unseen. Further, since she was looking at the right armpit of a very large denuded pig, she surely failed to notice the tiny blinking red lights of the cold room security cameras up in the ceiling, overlooking the many thousands of dollars’ worth of premium meat, including Kate Hadley.

It wasn’t that important. All businesses have such security systems now. Nor did it make much difference that the Buena Cucina Market system was sold, installed and maintained by Nogales & Sons’ recently launched Property Security Services Division, headed by one Miguel Nogales, electronics whiz and lawn tractor mechanic extraordinaire. Anyway, Kate was not visible on that part of the video record, bent over and down as Andreas rammed his chorizos into her from behind. Until the moment toward the end when Kate yelled for him to pick her up and f**k her like he had that first night, two years ago, when she had held on to his neck and pushed hard on his c**k as he forced it deep up her cunt, wearing that rancher’s red fox coat and nothing else in the rain-soaked night. There were no cameras that first night with Andreas, of course. And, like then, her eyes were closed, so she saw nothing except the image in her frenzied mind of being r***d by a massive dolphin as Andreas’s chorizo drove her down hard onto the massive chilled chorizo he’d shoved up her cunt. And after she came, and he lifted her as he had before that rainy night two years back and f****d her like a toy dolly, only the person in possession of the security recordings from the Buena Cucina cold room would know her stiletto heels kicked the bejesus out of three large ham hocks hanging nearby like some mesmerized, literally frozen audience, as she screamed with joy, begging to be ravished, and that person was Miguel Nogales. No problema. Kate was safe. For now.

When they stepped out of the cold room a few minutes later, Andreas let Kate tie the front of his coat with its belt but made her keep it open above and barely closed below. It would be obvious to everyone watching her walk in her killer heels that she was wearing nada underneath. All they had to do for confirmation was look at her skirt and his shirt, where he’d tossed them in the shopping cart.

He took his time parading her and the cart through the six aisles of the market, picking out items for their supper while joking with the staff and teasing the prettiest girls. Kate wondered how many of them had been porked in the pork room, but she decided she really didn’t wish to know.

Finally, waiting in the checkout line, he leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck and whispered that nothing in the place was as delicious as she was. When their turn came to pay, the owner’s wife, Señora Barranque, took the regular cashier’s place. “Hola, Andreas. And who is this pretty one?”

“This is Katrina, mamacita. Katrina is my s*x-crazed white puta, and I’m going to f**k her all night long. Me and my chorizo, and his chorizo grande compadre. Assisted by the little baby rocket that I just put up her in your cold room and that I’m playing with right here in your checkout lane.” Or at least that’s what Kate imagined he was saying; they spoke in Spanish, plus she was squirming from the nasty vibrations of her rocket toy, so she couldn’t be entirely sure.