The hot spray stung acidly on her skin and Renee tried to get up, to get away. Her own bladder was still dumping its load and she heard it as a distant tinkle in the toilet bowl.
Manuel held her shoulder with his free hand, his fingers biting into her flesh until the pain immobilized her. Slowly he tilted his cock down, playing the hard stream of liquid over her belly. Then down until it was splattering against the pelt between her legs.
Renee tried to close her legs, to keep his filthy piss from contaminating her. But his spraddled legs kept her wide open.
Suddenly the stream was hitting her own slit with a burning force that made her lose all control.
It splattered off target against the inside of her thighs, for a moment, and then it was tingling against the grasping lips of her vagina, the stream striking her sensitive tissue and mingling with her own waste.
Renee almost fainted, the feeling was so intense that her own spray had been reversed and was battering its way back into her body. The heavy smell of urine was overpowering. Her head swam and she felt as if she were stepping out over the edge of a cliff.
It seemed to go on and on. Even long after she was drained, Manuel continued to spray her.
Finally he stopped. He still held his throbbing organ in his hand. "Take it," he said.
Renee shook her head in a desperate no. Desperate because, after what had happened, she wanted to take it, to suckle it. Incredibly he had wakened her desire with his hot urine and Renee's body was one vast, hungry ache.
Manuel pressed the soft tip against her lips. "Take it," he said softly, "or I will piss in your mouth. Entiende?"
Sick, Renee nodded. Gingerly, she took his prick.
The instant it was in her mouth, it started to swell, to grow. And Renee couldn't help herself. This penis that had just defiled her suddenly was sweeter to her lips than candy. She sucked on it greedily and only wondered for a second at the bitter taste of urine.
Automatically, she caught his legs with her arms, holding Manuel to her as she sucked him. His cock was growing harder. It no longer dangled loosely in her mouth.
Renee was breathing in gasps as she slurped at his rod. His hand had started to manipulate his cock, whipping the foreskin back and forth, helping to slide the slippery meat between her lips.
Her teeth caught gently behind his crest, and then she was pulling and jerking and teasing it, her tongue lashing frantically over the head.
The first spurts of hot, creamy liquid landed on her tongue. And then Manuel caught her head in his hands and plunged his prick all the way into her mouth, driving it back until it filled the walls of her throat. And he was pumping her full of his liquid.
As she gulped and swallowed, Renee tried to hate it, and couldn't. Her parched body begged for the liquid and she knew that if he tried to move away now she would hold him tight until she milked him dry.
She slipped from the toilet to the cold tile floor and spread her legs, waiting as he came down on top of her, his rod probing through the soaked hair to jab against her vagina. Renee wanted to squeal as it shoved the lips apart, the blood swollen, tender lips that throbbed from his piss.
Manuel's hips heaved against her and drove searchingly to her depths, shoving and tearing into her like an animal.
Renee heaved back, grinding their black pubic hair together until his and which was the two of them joined.
Under her butt, the floor was icy tile searing into her. She moaned and smashed her hips against his, winding her legs around his body and locking her ankles to hold him tight.
She hated him. But the smooth head of his prick was bigger and bigger, sliding inside her at an increasing tempo until her whole body throbbed to the rhythm, until there wasn't anything left in the universe but that pounding, exploding cock shooting hot sperm against her tender passage and filling her womb.
Renee did cry out. Then she flopped back, exhausted. Her legs, still tightly locked, slid over his hips and he stood up – a disgusted look coming over his face.
"Pig," he said, slapping her face. "Slut. Puta. Look! Look what you have done!"
He held out the front of his shirt, stained with his urine, his pants, blotched with urine and semen.
"Clean yourself up, pig. Andale!"
Renee stood in the shower and shivered as the first needle spray of icy water hit her body. Her lust vanished in the first touch of the water. She tried to change the temperature, but it didn't matter what she turned, the water continued coming out only a few degrees above freezing.
Hurriedly she wet herself down and hopped out of the shower. There were no towels, so she was forced to walk back through the empty corridor naked and shivering and dripping water at every step.
As Manuel strapped her back down on the bed, she used the dirty blanket to dry herself. She half-dreaded, half-welcomed the needle he stuck in her arm, knowing that it would bring relief from consciousness – at least, for a little while.
She watched drowsily as Manuel took the frightened Fran out of the room. The last thing she remembered was Fran's frantic blue eyes staring at her, begging for reassurance. But, Renee smiled bitterly, she had none to give.
CHAPTER NINE
Alex made a beeline for the police station where the officer yawned as he filled in the complaint form. He was fat, with a roll of lard hanging over his belt and his jowls were covered with a day's growth of beard.
"You know, senor," he said, scratching his crotch. "You Americanos come down here and go to places like that one, what can you expect?" He shrugged and looked questioningly at Alex.
"It is not my money!" Alex said desperately. "There are the two women."
The Mexican cop picked his nose, then wiped his hand down the seam of his gray slacks. "Madre de dios!" The detective threw up his hands. "How can you take two mujeres, school teachers, to a place like that?"
"I didn't take them, they took me!"
The detective gave Alex a quizzical eye, but said nothing. There had been a recent shakeup in Tijuana and the new mayor was busy saying he would clean up the police force. He had already fired many of the old timers and detective Castella wasn't sure whether or not he was on the mayor's list. He shrugged. Probably everybody was on that list. Still, it would do him no good to have one crazy gringo in el jefe's office saying he, agente de policia Castella, did not do his duty.
"Probablemente," he said, "these women have already gone home."
"But…" Alex stumbled over his words. "But I was drugged. With narcotics. Your own doctor will tell you that. And they must have been drugged too."
"Si, si!" Castella was getting impatient. He was thinking of a hot, little chica waiting for him. One who needed some police protection. He grinned at the thought of the kind of protection he was going to give her. "What is it you have lost, senor?"
Alex, despite his dismay, filled Castella in with a detailed description of his wallet, lighter, ring and jeweled cuff links and tie clasp that had disappeared.
"Bolero!" The detective stood up, opened the drawer of his desk and took out a small, pearl handled automatic pistol. He stuck that in his coat pocket and then led Alex out of the dingy green room into the musty hallway where he signaled to a younger, cleaner cut detective. Obviously a rookie from the eager way he responded.
They drove to the whorehouse in relative silence, each immersed in his own thoughts. Alex had the sinking feeling that he was the only one in any way concerned with finding the two women. The fat detective was acting as if he had a date somewhere else and kept looking at his watch. The youngster would look too and nod his head every time the older cop did.