“Welcome to La Casa de Putas,” Juan Pablo said to Cheryl, as his driver eased the
Hummer H2 vehicle smoothly through the gates.
'The House of Whores!' Cheryl thought miserably as she stared out at the Spanish
colonial mansion house set in spacious grounds surrounded by a high wall. Two gun-toting
guards stood by the impressive iron gates which opened automatically to admit the vehicle.
Cheryl saw that a number of cars were parked in the forecourt, and every window in the
large house was ablaze with light.
“Now you'll get some stronger drugs to take away the pain and make you happy,” Juan
Pablo assured Cheryl as the vehicle stopped outside the impressive entrance door.
The sleek and cruel Columbian gangster obviously thought that Cheryl's morose
silence was due to the pain she endured. Her back was indeed sore from the extensive
tattoo work, and that was as nothing compared to the exquisite pain in her newly-pierced
clitoris, which still throbbed and tingled despite the proprietary pain-killing pills
she'd been given at the clinic. However, none of this mattered, compared to the
helplessness of her condition as an abducted sex slave. Her new massive breasts swayed
uncomfortably as she meekly allowed Juan Pablo's fat driver to pull her from the vehicle.
Another hoodlum stood sentry beside the door, and he stepped back and nodded as Cheryl was
led into the house.
“Juanita, you are home! So this is the new girl I've been hearing about”
Juan Pablo smiled. “This is Mamma Inara. She's the Madam of La Casa de Putas, and
you should fear her. You call her Mamma, like our other whores do.” He hugged the fat
woman affectionately and said in Spanish, “Her name is Cheryl.”
The woman replied in excellent American-accented English: “A fancy English bitch,
huh? I've sure got plenty of work for her to do. She can start humping her ass
tonight.”
“No, she can't work for a month or so,” Juan Pablo said. “Take her to the garden
quarters. She'll be housed there for the time being.” Then, in Spanish, he added: “Give
her some extra strong happy pills.”
Cheryl looked at Juan Pablo sharply. Sooner or later she would have to reveal that
she understood some Spanish. She resolved not to take any drugs they might give her.
“Is the bitch special or something?” the black woman asked, the blubber on her
cheeks filling as she grasped hold of Cheryl's forearm. Her eyes narrowed. “I hear she's
come from London, Juanito? I suppose your pappy knows…”
“It's got nothing to do with my father,” Juan Pablo said defensively. “She's not
special at all. I've had her tits enlarged, and it'll take a month before they're healed.
I'm using the time to have her back tattooed by a guy in Bogata.”
Mamma Inara's eyes widened and she made a low, whistling sound through the large
gap in her front teeth. “A month, you say? And a tattoo too! Hot damn! That seems
special to me, boy. I sure hope you ain't doing nothin’ to upset Don Rafael.”
“Get her settled into her accommodation and then bring her to the house in a couple
hours time, Mamma.”
Cheryl's 'accommodation' turned out to be an underground shelter of some sort.
There was a brick-built house fronted by a swimming pool in the gardens, but Mamma led
Cheryl past that, to the end of the path and down some concrete steps in to a bleak and
dank bunker. It had a short corridor, flanked by six heavy doors which seemed designed to
withstand a blast. Inside, the walls were white-washed concrete, and it was illuminated
by a dim bulb recessed into the ceiling barely a foot over Cheryl's head.
“It ain't much, but it's your home for a while,” Mamma Inara told Cheryl as she
pushed her into the cell. “We keep these places for new girls to break 'em. A few nights
in here and they soon see sense. There's nothing in the way of fine facilities, just a
bucket for your piss and shit. It gets mighty dark in here, too.”
Cheryl grimaced. The concrete walls were whitewashed, the floor was covered with
red quarry tiles, and the bed was merely a low stone platform with a straw palliasse
thrown onto it. There was nothing else, not even a window.
“Get undressed, girl. Let me see what's so special about you.”
Cheryl obediently removed her dress and then took off the sports bra they had given
her at the clinic. She stood naked to be examined again, and the long shadow cast by the
bulb onto the whitewashed wall made her new breasts seem even larger. Mamma Inara reached
out and and gently fingered the protruding steel barbells in Cheryl's massive nipples, and
then she tentatively squeezed the recently-enlarged tits. “Wow! You're going to be in big
demand with these puppies - they're bigger than mine,” she said with a cackle that made
her black flesh quiver. She turned Cheryl more towards the light and glanced down at her
belly. “Pull your cunt lips apart, let me see the clit piercing.”
Cheryl inhaled, partly in indignation but more in the anticipation of pain, but she
spread her labia with both hands, fully revealing the new beaded ring that was threaded
directly behind her small clitoral bundle. The intimate jewellery kept the hood of her
clit pushed back, and the small red bead nestled against the tender morsel of flesh.
Cheryl was aware that her clitoris had been permanently erect since the piercing.
“Did that hurt, girl?”
“It still does.”
The woman smacked Cheryl hard with the flat of her hand full across her face..
“You call me Mamma, girl! When you speak to me, you will precede every sentence you utter
with 'Mamma'. Is that clear?”
Cheryl stumbled with the force of the unexpected blow. “Yes, I understand,
Mamma.”
The huge black woman hit her again. “You will precede every sentence... stupid
cunt. Now, tell me again that you understand. ”
“Mamma, yes, I understand.”
Mamma Inara woman nodded, folding her arms under her massive bosom. “Spread your
legs and flex your knees.” The Madam leaned forward to stare at the large rings that hung
from the lips of Cheryl's pussy, and she reached to flick them together. Straightening,
she turned Cheryl to look at the ink outlines on her back, shaking her head as she tried
to make some sense of it. She then reached into the pocket of her dress and took out a
small clear plastic tube containing small round purple balls, maybe 3/4 inch in diameter.
She shook a couple of the balls into her hand . “Bend down, girl, reach back and hold
your butt cheeks apart.”
Cheryl glanced back over her shoulder. “Mamma, what are you going to do?”
This time, the slap landed full on Cheryl's arse, and the cheek stung with the
astonishing strength of the woman. “You never question me, girl. Now, do as you're
told.”
Reluctantly, Cheryl bent forward at the waist and her big tits hung pendent, like
the udders of a cow ready for milking. Obediently, she reached back with both hands and
spread her buttocks. The fat madam took one of the capsules and pushed it against
Cheryl's anus. Cheryl gasped in alarm. Pessaries! It was useless trying to resist. She
stood compliantly as Mamma inserted first one capsule up her arse, and then another. The
Madam's chubby forefinger forced past the tight muscle and pushed the baubles high up
Cheryl's rectum, leaving a trail of cool tendrils where the capsules touched the sensitive
sleeve of flesh. Mamma Inara smacked Cheryl's arse again, this time with less force.
“There ya go, girl,” she said. “They are your happy pills, tucked up nice and snug in
their bed.”
Cheryl miserably removed her hands from the cheeks of her bottom and straightened.
She realised that the madam had administered the drug, whether she liked it or not.
“Mamma, are they addictive? I don't want to be made dependent on drugs. I'll do
whatever you ask without that.”
Inara cackled and returned the tube of suppositories to her pocket. “Addictive?
Hell, I don't know. The girls here sure can't get enough of them. They take away the
pain, make you feel good, and make you horny as hell. That can't be bad. The girls here
queue up to get a couple up of these babies up their ass each day, and they don't complain
none. That stuff will start to work pretty damn quick... faster than swallowing it.”
In fact, the capsules were already at work. A network of warm tendrils was
spreading across Cheryl’s belly and making its way inexorably upwards, soon seeming to
make contact with every neuron receptor in her body. Her head was becoming light after
only a few seconds, and the pain in her various wounds suddenly ceased, as if a switch had
been thrown.
“Did he have your tongue pierced?”
“Mamma, no, he didn't.”
“Pity! A tongue-stud always improves a cocksucker. I'll talk to him about that.
Get some rest. You can bet Juanito will want to show you off tonight.”
With that the grotesque madam thrust Cheryl onto the bunk and closed the cell door,
immediately plunging her into pitch darkness without even the smallest glimmer of light.
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