Puma Swede

Perky Schoolgirl

Now That's What I Call Bimbofication!

Sexy Black Dress

SINTENDO WHEE by Kris P. Kreme

“Dude you gotta come over and help me break in my new SINtendo Whee.” Kevin practically shouted as he met his best friend at lunch.

“What’s a SINtendo Whee?” Daniel asked, thinking this was some sort of joke. He’d known Kevin since elementary school and he was always kidding around.

“I just got it in the mail yesterday. My Uncle sent it to me from Japan. It’s the coolest gaming system, much better than that other one.” Kevin seemed so excited, Daniel hated to keep playing along just in case this were just some elaborate prank. Still he looked around at the empty corner of the lunchroom, seeing nobody he’d be embarrassed to fall victim to a prank in front of.

“Okay, what are you talking about? I’ve never even heard of SINtendo, sounds made up.”

““What’s a SINtendo, what are you guys talking about?” asked their mutual friend Jessica as she sat down with them.

“Kevin says he got some game system from Japan, I think he’s kidding.” Daniel answered.

Kevin grinned and looked at Jessica. They’d been friends since high school began and while she may appear to be the typical blonde cheerleader she was a real brain and all into the gaming world. She beat him at HALO more than a few times. He didn’t even want to think about his humiliating Gears of War experience. “It’s real” he said. ““It’s just not legal in the states, apparently the SINtendo Whee is the newest in adult gaming. You have to be 21 just to purchase it in Japan.”

“How’d you get it?” Jessica asked.

“My uncle, he travels around a lot and always sends me rare electronics and gaming devices. He’s the coolest.”

Daniel was finally beginning to buy into what his friend was talking about. “So what does SINtendo Whee do, what do you mean adult gaming?”

Kevin finished the last of his sandwich. “I don’t know, probably more graphic violence or something. All I know is it claims to be the most interactive gaming system on the planet and decades ahead of its time.”

“Sounds like fun, when were you going to play it?” Jessica asked, genuinely interested in another opportunity to totally defeat her friends.

“I was thinking right after school, you can both come over and we’ll have the house to ourselves for at least a couple hours. My sister may be home from college but she won’t mind.”

“Sounds fine to me, I have to see what this system looks like. It sounds like another cheap knock-off of a name-brand.” Daniel said finishing his milk.

“I’ll be there too, I think you both are gonna bow to my superiority yet again.” said Jessica laughing.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER AT KEVIN’S HOUSE

“Here it is guys, I set it up last night, didn’t even get a chance to turn it on.” Kevin pointed proudly to the black box next to the large television in his living room. Daniel was just taking off his jacket and sitting on the couch as Jessica inspected the gaming device, still wearing her cheerleading uniform from school.

“Looks kind of cheap, not that fancy.” She said, picking up the wired controller.

“Yeah man, what’s up with the controllers? They aren’t even wireless. It’s also kind of puny isn’t it.” Daniel said completely unimpressed so far.

Kevin frowned briefly and seemed annoyed with his friends. “Look it’s practically a prototype, these things are impossible to find. The wired controllers aren’t even used much during the games. According to the manual you are the controllers, the system scans your information and goes from there.”

“Really? That sounds cool, but a little impossible.” Jessica said sitting on the couch next to Daniel.

“What’s impossible, what are you guys up to?” Asked Kevin’s sister Melissa as she strolled in from the kitchen. She’d just finished some calculus homework and was about to hit the books for her Anatomy final when she realized someone was home. Daniel immediately took notice. Melissa was twenty and in college locally. She was also quite easy on the eyes, about 5 foot 9 with a perfect figure and some amazing tits, D-cups at least by his guess. She stood watching her brother and them, idly toying with her long brown hair.

“None of your business sis,” Kevin answered bluntly. “I was just showing my friends the game system Uncle Joe sent me.”

“I didn’t know you ever even heard from him. Isn’t he that creepy uncle our parents never talk about?” Melissa added leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen.

“Yes and he’s a cool guy. Don’t talk bad about him. Anyway he gave me this SINtendo Whee, just the coolest adult gaming machine around.” Kevin beamed as he turned to the system and flipped the power switch.

“Adult gaming, should you guys be playing that, you’re only sixteen?” Melissa asked cautiously.

“Stop being a worry wart, we can handle whatever the game system throws at us. It’s just a machine right?” Kevin answered taking the wired controllers to the couch where his friends sat.

“I don’t know.” Melissa said. “Maybe you should ask mom and dad.”

“Oh come on Melissa, please just let us try it out, see what the big deal is.” Jessica asked politely.

“Yeah, loosen up Melissa.” Daniel added. Kevin just smirked as though what Melissa had to say wasn’t even a factor in his gaming.

Melissa just shrugged and Kevin suddenly spoke up. “Look the title screen is up.”

Everyone turned to the screen. The words SINtendo Whee floated in and out of the background, a series a subtly shifting colors like some kind of old lava lamp. Suddenly the speakers kicked in.

“WELCOME TO SINTENDO Whee, THE MOST ADVANCED AI GAMING SYSTEM ON THE PLANET.”

The voice seemed to echo throughout the house and sounded like a composite of hundreds of individual human voices.

“Very cool sound man.” Daniel said.

Suddenly the screen changed and a grid appeared. On the grid was simply the word START.

“I guess that’s you Kevin.” Jessica said indicating the controller he held.

“Oh yeah.” he said quickly pressing the large red button.

“Welcome Players.” The voice said. “This device uses the latest in Subliminal Laser Universal Theory to create the most interactive experience available today. Please wait while location is scanned.”

The kids and Melissa all watched amazed as two small half globes popped out from the side of the small gaming device. Bright green lasers beamed out in a fancy checkered pattern, swiping up and down every surface in the room. “Wow” Daniel and Kevin said at just about the same time. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” Jessica added.

All three teens were raptly paying attention, nearly on the edge of the couch. Even Melissa had stopped teasing her hair and simply looked intently at the small system.

After just a moment the voice returned and the screen changed. “Scan complete. 4 Players detected. Please await Game selection screen.”

Melissa spoke up agitated. “Hey wait, 4 players. I’m not a player. I just wanted to see what this thing was.”

“Yeah well we don’t want you in our game either. Maybe we can select some options in a minute. “Kevin said.

“Hey the game section is up.” Daniel said.

“Aww, there’s only two of them, that’s not so advanced.” Jessica added.

Kevin again seemed frustrated with the lack of faith his friends had. “There’s only two built in to the system. My uncle sent me 12 more on discs. I just wanted to check it out with the ones already loaded.”

“Well it’s either SINtendo Football or Check Mate.” Daniel said taking his controller.

“I don’t want to play football. I’m much too intelligent for that” Jessica announced. “Let’s try Check Mate.”

“Sounds fine to me, although interactive chess sounds pretty dull.” Kevin said selecting the large Check Mate title floating around on the screen. He clicked the green Play button and waited as the game loaded.

The screen was only blank a second before a bright red warning screen appeared. All four in the room read the warning and then read it again.

‘WARNING This game contains adult situations and is not intended for children. SINtendo holds no liability for unintended consequences due to the misuse of this game.’

“Guys I think you should wait and let mom and dad look this over. Something seems strange about all this.” Melissa said walking over and sitting in the recliner near the couch. Kevin just rolled his eyes as Jessica stared at the screen and Daniel let his eyes wander from the screen to Melissa’s shifting rack as she sat down.

“Were playing the game Sis. It’s just a game. I watch movies with adult situations so this can’t be different. Besides mom and dad won’t be home for two hours.”

With that Kevin clicked the green Play button again. The warning screen vanished and the lava lamp background reappeared as the game system spoke up.

“Preparing players for Check Mate, Processing Interactive Male Performance hardware. Please wait.”

“Loading time, heh. Isn’t too advanced.” Jessica snidely commented as suddenly all four of them saw a brilliant flash of blinding light. The three on the couch slouched back slightly and Melissa noticed this only briefly before she too slipped back a bit into the chair.

They were quiet for a minute and then seemed to shake the cobwebs from their heads. “Damn what was that?” Daniel said looking at the others.

“I don’t know but my head feels a little strange.” Melissa answered with more concern in her voice.

“Probably scanning our brains or something.” Kevin said smiling. He obviously intended it as a joke but none of them were necessarily taking it that way.

The Game screen changed again. They all read the scrolling text. ‘Processing complete. Players have been verified. Player One -Kevin is paired with Player Two -Jessica. Player Three -Daniel is paired with Player 4 -Melissa.’

“No way, it knows our names. This is so cool.” Jessica said excitably.

Kevin just sat back proudly knowing he was being proven right, this game system was the coolest ever. The message on the screen continued.

‘Check Mate has three rounds. Winner of two out of three goes to Bonus Round and wins. Preparing players for Round 1.’

Suddenly all four of them in the room began to feel a little lightheaded. Kevin noticed his thoughts becoming a little clouded as he glanced around at the others. They all looked a little dizzy as the game message continued.

‘Increasing Male Arousal now’

“Woah.” Daniel sighed as he suddenly felt all the blood rush to his groin. He felt flushed all over and suddenly felt extremely horny and maybe just a little drunk. He glanced around at his friends and noticed Kevin also appeared the same as him. Then his eyes fell back to Melissa. Damn, he thought, her tits are amazing. She’s gotta be terrific in bed. He shook his head a little not knowing where most of that thought came from.

Kevin was feeling the same effects as he nearly drooled looking over to Jessica. Her cheerleader uniform left little to the imagination. She was a hottie and showing off plenty of leg and cleavage. He remembered seeing her bra size once a couple of years ago and even then it was a C-cup, impressive for her age. Her long blonde hair smelled fantastic even from a couple of feet away. His thoughts turned toward what she looked like without the uniform and he felt his cock swell through his jeans.

The screen message continued but hardly anyone paid attention now.

‘Increasing Female Subservient Behavior modification.’

“oooh.” Melissa and Jessica practically moaned at the same time.

Jessica had never felt anything like this. Her thoughts were quickly turning from competitive gaming to serving others. She particularly suddenly felt willing to let Kevin do whatever he wanted, especially if she got a hold of his cock. She shifted in her seat. Did she really just think about his cock. She’d never considered him in that way before, but quickly it was becoming her only thought.

Melissa sighed as she felt a warmth spread over her chest and her legs. She felt her nipples hardening and standing at attention as she idly played with her hair again. She suddenly felt like giving in and letting someone have their way with her, especially Kevin’s friend Daniel. She’d never realized a sixteen year old could be so manly. She had thoughts of him doing all kinds of things to her college body. No, she shook her head, no this was wrong. Something was going on.

The game announced loudly. “Round 1 will now commence. Players please rise and address your partner.”

All four stood and even though they seemed partially in control of their actions, they all had similar sensations like puppets being led. Kevin stood face to face with Jessica. Melissa stood face to face with Daniel. The game voice continued.

“Players, Round 1 is called Breast of Show. Within each pair Melissa and Jessica will allow sex to be performed on their breasts. This will be the challenge. Whoever stimulates their partner the best and is rewarded with the largest prize is the winner.”

Melissa shook her head, no this was wrong. She couldn’t let some kid fuck her tits, let alone allow her brother to fuck some other girls tits in front of them all. Daniel licked his lips in anticipation, the hormones flowing through him overpowering any sense of decency in the situation.

Jessica seemed reluctant but accepting as she only grinned at Kevin. On his part, Kevin felt he was about to explode just thinking about what they were going to do.

“Begin.” the game voice said.

On the screen two boxes appeared, one with Jessica and Kevin printed in it, the other with Melissa and Daniel printed in it. Almost as soon as the voice spoke, Daniel wasted no time and simply grabbed Melissa’s tight tank-top and ripped it from her. She shook as she felt this was wrong and yet allowed her top to be torn away by some kid she hardly knew.

“Oh my god.” Daniel said, breathing heavily as he added Melissa’s bra to the shredded tank-top on the floor. “These are freaking huge.”

Daniel began brutally massaging both her tits, squeezing them up and down and mashing them as he felt power mad with hormones.

Only a few feet behind them both, Kevin was already rubbing his hands all over Jessica’s young teenage tits still covered with the top of her cheerleading uniform. He had a wild look in his eyes as he found the zipper and struggled to gently remove the garment. Unlike Melissa, Jessica hadn’t worn a bra and her full C-cups spilled out into view.

“Oh damn, these are some incredible jugs you got here.” Kevin said joining his buddy Daniel in the tit massaging action.

“Ohh, oohh, wow.” Jessica moaned loudly, her knees weakening.

Melissa was already down on her knees, Daniel standing before her watching her tits jiggle as he quickly dropped his jeans. His cock practically burst from his boxers as he grabbed Melissa by the arms and positioned her hands on either side of her massive chest. She allowed him to position her as he wanted and a large valley of cleavage was created just perfect for what Daniel had in mind.

Daniel rammed his cock straight into her cleavage, stabbing up and through the juiciest tits he’d ever seen in person. This was the coolest game ever. He thought. Melissa moaned and breathed heavily, her eyes closed as she tit-fucked this kid. Her tits bounced in her grip and the sound of thwacking skin against skin filled her ears.

Kevin had Jessica laid out on the floor and, without any prompting, she cupped both her tits and allowed him to practically sit on her chest. He grabbed his cock which was harder than he’d ever remembered and frantically shoved it into his friends cleavage. He was so quick and active, Jessica struggled to hold her tits. Kevin stabbed his cock straight up through the valley right into her chin as he attempted to fuck the hell out of her chest.

“ooh, oh yeah, damn.” Daniel moaned as he felt what he thought he’d never experience, his best friend’s sister wrapping her mouth-watering tits all around his cock as he continued to piston into her.

“Oh Jessica, wow, take it. Take my cock between those tits you slut.” Kevin growled aggressively as his hormones caught up with his ability to speak. Jessica simply laid there captive as her friend practically raped her chest. She felt amazing, like this is the kind of game she could be really good at.

The game screen remained silent throughout the round as on one side of the room two teenagers shook together on the floor and on the opposite side of the room a young college girl kneeled, her large tits wrapped around a high schoolers large cock. The scene was quickly building towards a climax as all four now moaned and grunted, the guys both shouting obscenities at their partners.

Suddenly Daniel seemed to stiffen. “Oh yes, you whore, take it, take it all over your tits.”

He shook and Melissa had just a moment to open her eyes and glance down as cum surged out of his cock all over her neck, her tits and running down to her stomach. Daniel kept going though and shot several more ropes all over her face and chin.

“Oh wow, that was amazing.” Daniel said, short of breath and withdrawing from Melissa’s chest.

Behind them suddenly Kevin growled and lunged rapidly at Jessica with all the force he could, nearly shoving her across the floor as her tits shook violently. “Yes, here it comes.”

Jessica grinned in a rather wicked way and opened her mouth as cum jetted from Kevin’s cock all over her chest and face. Some flew as high as her hair and pooled around her eyes. She shook and licked at every bit she could get to, swallowing it down as quickly as she could. This was so damned great , she thought. Kevin got to his feet slowly and helped Jessica up. She simply stood and began gathering as much cum from her upper torso, shoving it in her mouth and gulping it down.

Across the room, Kevin noticed his topless sister standing and doing the same as her face was plastered with his best friend’s cum.

They all looked to the screen.

“Congratulations to Daniel and Melissa. Because they climaxed first, Round 1 has been awarded to them.”

“Damn.” Kevin and Jessica said at about the same time. Both had the same competitive nature and wanted to ensure the game went their way.

“Sweet.” Daniel said, nudging Melissa who still seemed to have some reluctancy to just give in.

Kevin noticed the smirk on his friends face. “Hey don’t get so cocky yet. We still have two rounds to go and I’m pretty sure my slut over here can beat yours any day.”

Jessica seemed perfectly content to be referred to as a slut. Melissa seemed a little bothered but remained standing as her tits heaved with every breath. This was not how her afternoon was supposed to go, she had been planning to study for an exam, now she was caught up in some kind of sex competition with her brother and his friends.

“Players prepare for Round 2,” the voice spoke up and all looked back to the screen.

“Round 2 is called Blow Away the Competition. In this round Melissa and Jessica must show how skilled they can be with their mouths and only their mouths. The first to successfully perform oral sex on their partner wins the round.”

“This is such a cool game.” Kevin said giving Daniel a high five.

“I know man, your uncle has to be the coolest guy ever.”

The game screen again showed the boxes with their names in it. Daniel and Melissa now had a green check mark for winning round 1. Again the voice spoke. “Begin”

Jessica dropped to her knees without hesitation and began slobbering and licking all over Kevin’s quickly recovering cock. She looked as much like a slut as Kevin had ever seen, kneeling before him with just her little cheerleading skirt on and her blonde hair bouncing all over as she bobbed her head taking him into her mouth. “Damn, yeah” Kevin moaned, his cock already as hard as before if not more so. He looked over Jessica and saw Melissa reluctantly kneeling and taking Daniel’s still limp cock into her hand. “Hey man, give her all you can but I’m cumming first, no question.”

Daniel chuckled. “We’ll see dude. Melissa come on, get sucking, I want that pretty head of yours filled with me.” He moaned a little as Melissa grasped his cock and began jacking it a little, licking the tip and finally getting to business.

Melissa felt her mind still soberly aware inside of what she was doing. This was a sixteen year old boy she was on her knees in front of, attempting to suck him like some porn star. She felt dirty and depraved and yet her body seemed to overrule her mind. She sucked and sucked until she finally had a hard cock going down her throat.

Kevin watched as Jessica nearly gagged herself on his manhood, sucking him balls deep into her young teenage throat. This really was the best game system ever. He felt her tongue wrap around him and he shook a little. “Damn, Jess You suck like a real whore.”

Jessica felt pride at his remarks, she even smiled as much as she could as she crammed his entire cock down her throat and hummed slightly. This was her round, there was no way that college slut could beat a high school cheerleader at blowjobs. She was meant for this.

“Oh damn, ohh, get ready Jessica.” Kevin said with very weak legs. He felt he may collapse at any moment.

Suddenly Jessica felt it, cum rocketing out of Kevin and filling her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could and as he pulled out, only a few streams flowed down her chin and dripped down to her thoroughly fucked tits. She looked up at Kevin and grinned again, even more wickedly than before, looking every bit the teen slut she was rapidly becoming.

Kevin breathed and steadied himself as he returned Jessica’s smile, enjoying the look on her face as her hair was all messed up and sperm dripped freely from her mouth onto her incredible jugs. Her legs seemed weak as well and she swayed slightly. Then he heard something and looked over at Daniel and his sister.

“Oh yeah bitch, get ready for some dessert.” Daniel shouted grabbing Melissa and shoving her head all the way on his cock as he twitched and began loading her with more cum. Melissa swallowed as much as she could but unfortunately she wasn’t used to this and coughed a little. Daniel pulled out and watched as she spit up a decent amount of cum, dribbling down onto her heaving tits which now shone with slick fluids.

“Wow, check out your sister now.” Daniel said laughing and turning to look towards Kevin.

“Yeah man, she’s a total slut right.” Kevin said admiring his older sister in such a defeated pose, with cum covering her face and tits. Her hair was hanging in her face really completing the sex pot look.

Jessica stood and pressed up against Kevin kissing him gently. “You taste great. I can’t wait for more.”

Melissa swallowed as much as she could and while still seeming reluctant with what was happening, she managed a slight grin as Daniel helped her to her feet. The four of them stood and took stock of each other as the game screen changed and the voice spoke up again.

“Congratulations to Kevin and Jessica, Because Jessica brought her partner to climax first, they have won Round 2. The score is now tied.”

“Alright, yes!” Kevin said giving Jessica a high-five.

They were thrilled and Kevin couldn’t help but gloat. “Man I told you Jessica would be a better cock-sucker than my sister. We totally beat you guys.”

Daniel smiled and remained friendly. “Hey man I enjoyed it all the same, your sister has one hell of a body. I’ll let her suck me anytime she wants.”

“well... okay.” Melissa said very quietly. Everyone saw she was finally getting into the spirit of things.

The game got their attention again. “Players Prepare for Round 3.”

All four stood awaiting the next round and whatever it would hold. Jessica and Melissa had both scooped up most of the cum coating their upper bodies and were licking their hands clean as the screen now showed the score boxes, both now having green check marks in them.

“Round 3 is called Best of Breed. Player Preparation now commencing.” The game voice announced and the screen changed to show two digitized knobs like the volume knob of a stereo.

The words above one knob said ‘Male Sperm Production’ This knob was rotated all the way up to 300%. The other knob said ‘Female Fertility’ which was rotated as far as it would go.

Melissa and Jessica each gasped and placed their hands over their stomachs. “Wow that feels so strange.” Melissa commented as Jessica simply sighed.

Both guys watched and felt their cocks already rising in anticipation of the round to come.

The screen switched back to the score boxes and the voice again spoke up.

“In this round Kevin and Daniel will take charge and fulfill their masculine duty, to spread their seed. Each pair will have sex continuously until Probability of Insemination Is at 100%. The goal is to be the first pair to Breed. All bodily functions have been specifically altered for this result.”

There was silence in the room for a moment as Jessica and Melissa exchanged glances. Slowly their shocked looks each curled into naughty grins and they looked to their partners. Kevin and Daniel seemed about to pop just thinking of this round. For some reason the very thought of knocking up Jessica and Melissa felt so very right.

“Begin” the voice announced.

Kevin practically threw Jessica on the couch as she reached beneath her cheerleading skirt and quickly removed her panties. Tossing them aside she looked up at Kevin and squeezed her right tit. “Come on big boy, give me all you got.” Kevin grabbed her left tit and squeezed as hard as he could quickly mounting her. He shoved his cock as far inside her young cunt as he could, feeling her flex and grab at him. “You asked for it slut. I’m gonna breed the hell out of you.”

He began rising and falling on her again and again nearly knocking the breath out of her lungs as he forced his cock deeper than he might’ve felt possible. He felt her wrap her long legs around his ass drawing him deeper still as he set out to knock her up. “Oh yess, ohh, Oh wow, yes give it to me.” Jessica shouted, thrashing her head around, sending her long blonde mane right into Kevin’s face. This was her destiny she felt, her entire being centered around winning this round. Kevin glanced from the sixteen year old slut beneath him to his older sister over in the recliner.

Melissa shoved Daniel down into the chair and presented herself to him, sliding her jeans down and not wasting a moment to remove her panties. She was now nude before him and he grinned wider than he ever had, actually hurting his face as he smiled so big. This was the girl he had lusted after for three years, his friend’s twenty year old sister. Her long brown hair bounced as she steeled down onto him, straddling his lap as she shoved his hard cock deep inside her. All reluctance she’d felt was now gone and she was determined to let the high school boy impregnate her, especially faster than her brother could knock up that little blonde slut.

“Unghh. oh wow, ...” Daniel grunted as his cock felt so warm and embraced inside Melissa’s tight cunt. She began riding him like a bronco, bouncing, her large tits slapping up and down at a quickening pace.

“Oh yes, oh Oh Daniel, please come on, fuck me, fuck me.” Melissa moaned although she was doing most of the work allowing Daniel to simply sit back and enjoy the ride.

Across the room they failed to notice Kevin and Jessica changing positions. She was now bent over the back of the couch with Kevin slamming her doggy style. He massaged her tits and squeezed her belly as he pounded in and out of her. She looked like the sluttiest cheerleader in the world, taking it this way and she felt proud of that. She was a whore, a dirty little teen tramp, in need of a good knocking up.

“Oh yes, Oh Kevin, Oh come on give it to me, give it all to me. Fill my body with sperm and then do it again.” Jessica shouted, watching the TV screen.

The screen now showed Jessica’s Probability of Insemination at 60% and Melissa was only at 40%. Jessica felt confident she would win.

“Take it Jess, take my cock, I’m gonna fuck you pregnant with triplets you dirty whore.”

Kevin was frantically pounding her harder, her tits now free from his grasp and bouncing all the way from her chin to her belly. He could almost hear them sloshing. His climax was close.

“Unghhh, yesss, take it all.” He shouted and held himself balls deep in his school friend, injecting her with more cum than he knew he had in him. The game had obviously done as it said and increased his sperm production because for three minutes solid he stuffed Jessica.

“Oh yessss, I can feel it, oh fill me up, fill my slutty pussy up and make me your bitch.” Jessica shrieked in pleasure, continuing to watch the screen. Her Probability of Insemination went up dramatically but only reached 90% as she felt Kevin slowing.

Across the room Melissa had decided to try a new position as well. She now rocked back and forth on hands and knees, meeting the powerful thrusts of Daniel who attempted to shove his cock deeper on every thrust. Her tits jiggled and bounced around like jello as he grabbed her by the hips and really began going to town.

“Oh yes, YES, Fuck me Daniel, Fuck me till I can’t walk, Give me all your cum!” Melissa shouted out louder and louder.

Daniel felt the impending climax coming very soon. “Oh get ready Melissa you dirty slut, I’m about to fill you up.”

Melissa thrust back into him more and more, her hair in her eyes and her hands balled into fists on the carpet. “Go ahead, finish me up.” She said watching her statistics on the TV. The screen showed her currently at 55% Probability of Insemination. Unfortunately that whore Jessica was already up to 92%.

“Unghh, oh take it!” Daniel muttered as he shook and began unloading deep inside Melissa who cried out in pleasure. She felt him spraying her insides with more cum than she’d ever felt, it seemed like gallons and the flow lasted easily over a couple of minutes. She held him deep inside her pussy as she watched her numbers jump. The percentage climbed but she frowned a little as her Probability of Insemination only reached 75%.

On the other side of the room, Jessica had quickly sucked Kevin back to hardness and they leisurely fucked away on the couch again. Now Kevin was seated and Jessica bounced herself up and down in his lap, her tight pussy slapping up and down on his lap as he filled her again and again. She arched her back leaning away and watching the TV screen as he took the opportunity to reach out and grab a firm tit, quickly sucking on the nipple and enjoying the shivers it brought to her. He never would have thought he’d be in this position just yesterday, fucking away at the prettiest cheerleader in school trying desperately to give her his baby. This was such a cool game system.

“Oh yes, so close so close, yes!” Jessica screamed bouncing harder and harder as she watched her numbers climb slowly from around 92% to 98%.

Kevin saw this too and began bouncing slightly on the couch attempting to quicken the inevitable. “Oh ungh, Jessica, damn, get ready to be the knocked up slut you were meant to be.” He cried out and then grit his teeth as he felt his cock jumping inside her.

Jessica felt it too and slipped her head back kissing him, shoving her sweaty tits into his chest as his cock jetted more and more semen deep inside her. Her already full womb felt as if it would pop as more and more juice filled her up. It continued for what seemed like hours but really amounted to just a couple of minutes. “Oh yes, Kevin fill me up, make me a slutty pregnant cheerleader, I want to do this forever.” She screamed.

As they both calmed down and kissed, they turned to the TV screen. Her Probability of Insemination was well up over 100%, topping out at a whopping 130%.

“Yes we did it, haha, we won.” Kevin announced looking over to Melissa who had been trying to coax more out of Daniel. She stopped and they all looked back to the screen. The game voice came back and Kevin and Jessica’s names flashed in green on the screen.

“Congratulations Kevin and Jessica, you have successfully completed Round 3. Jessica has been bred and is now pregnant. You also have won the game which qualifies you for the Bonus Round.”

Daniel had pulled his jeans back on and Melissa was slowly getting herself situated while Jessica remained seated on the couch. Kevin stood and looked at them all, then down to Jessica. She looked completely fucked, her hair a mess, her tits covered in red marks where he had sucked and squeezed. Her cheerleading skirt was still on and just barely fell into place over her heavily leaking pussy. She looked incredible.

“I win, I can’t believe it, I won.” Kevin announced. “I completely knocked up Jess. She’s always been nothing but a gaming whore and I proved it. I can’t wait to use her body again. This is so damn fun.”

Nobody could accuse Kevin of being modest as he flaunted his success. And best of all, he thought, he’d finally put Jessica in her place. She’d never gloat over a game against him again.

“Congratulations man.” Daniel said. “You rule, I’ve got to admit you totally deserved it. Great game though.”

Melissa smiled and simply nodded, saying. “Yes that was quite the game, although for some reason part of me still feels I shouldn’t have let you kids play.”

“Attention” The game suddenly said catching them all off guard. They turned to the screen and saw a message come up.

“To successfully complete a game of Check Mate, Kevin now has one more task at hand, the Bonus Round.”

The screen message showed the same knob they’d seen earlier and an additional one. First was Male Sperm Production which slowly turned up to 500% and then there was a knob for Morality which it turned down to 50%. Kevin shrugged and looked at the others. Then the voice spoke up.

“Kevin you have successfully mated with Jessica, now it is up to you to complete the game. Mate with Melissa and complete her process.”

“huh?” Kevin said a little confused, the words sinking into his hormone crazed mind. He looked over at his sister still on the floor leaning against the recliner. She looked like such a slut and as he looked at her face she gave him a sudden grin that made his decision easy.

“Begin” The game said.

Kevin tore across the room and down onto the floor with Melissa.

Kissing her roughly on the lips he ran his hands over her amazing rack and squeezed roughly, fondling her as he spoke. “Get ready to be truly fucked sister.”

Melissa threw herself on the floor and grabbed the cushion off the recliner. Shoving it up under her back, she raised her hips off the floor and sat spread eagle. “Come on, put that cock of yours where it will do the most good.”

Kevin descended upon his sister hungrily and slammed his hips forward shoving all of his newly hardened cock deep inside her. She wasn’t as tight as Jessica had been but that just made it easier for him as he began humping her like a dog in heat.

“Oh yes, Oh please, oh come on!” Melissa screamed as her little brother fucked her into the floor. She remembered learning in college that with her hips raised as they were his sperm would get just where it needed to go. Her tits as they were bounced hard, knocking her on the chin with each brutal stab.

“Unghh.. yess, this is incredible. This is what you deserve you bitch. For all the times you told on me or bossed me around. Take it now, take my cock.” Kevin announced holding tightly onto Melissa’s hips and jack-hammering into her cunt. He watched her tits bounce around and her hair slide back from her face. Her eyes held pure lust, no reluctancy at all. This is what she existed for, his pleasure.

“Oh ,Oh, Oh yes, fill me with your baby batter brother, make me your whore.” Melissa moaned and shook as she felt Kevin increasing his pace.

In no time, Kevin felt it was about to happen, he was about to complete the game. “Here it is, take it all Sis.” He yelled his entire body twitching as he unloaded.

Melissa cried out one last time and felt her brother pumping untold amounts of cum into her. It easily felt like a gallon this time and her belly even plumped out slightly as her womb filled to capacity and beyond. She was truly full. She looked back at the screen as did Kevin.

Probability of Insemination 150%.

“Yes” she cried out, “Oh yes, you did it Kevin, you knocked me up.”

Kevin pulled out from her and looked down at his twenty year old sister, a former prim and proper college student, now reduced to a panting slut on the carpet with her hips raised.

“You stay there for a couple of minutes Melissa, we want to make sure that sperm pools right where you need it.” He said smiling as she grinned up at him in such a whorish way. “Wow, sis, I mean you really are a fucking cum bucket aren’t you. I guess I know what you’re good for now huh.”

“Oh of course little brother, anytime you want to fill me up, go ahead and take me, I’m easy. Who cares about college?”

“CHECK MATE” said the loud game voice. “Congratulations Kevin, Thank you for playing SINtendo Whee. We hope you enjoyed your game. Be sure and try our other titles.”

“Shit yeah,” Kevin said lowering to the floor beside his sister. “I guess I know what the SIN in SINtendo means.

As he began making out with Melissa, both Daniel and Jessica clapped and cheered.

“Great game” “Incredible system” They said. Jessica having to add. “Hey anytime you guys want to play with me again, feel free. Who cares about cheerleading, competitive gaming, or school, I just want to spread my legs and fuck.”

“Haha, great idea.” Daniel said suddenly feeling some energy return.

Kevin meanwhile had mounted his sister again and was already settling into a slow gentle fuck just as the front door suddenly swung open. He only looked momentarily shocked as his parents walked in, his cock deep inside Melissa who simply leaned back to see what was up.

“Oh my god, Kevin, what the hell are you doing.. and is that...” Kevin’s mom started, his father picking up. “Melissa? Is that you.”

Kevin kept rocking into his sister smiling as his parents suddenly noticed Daniel who’d descended upon Jessica on the couch. He was groping away at her tits. His father threw down his brief case.

“What the fuck is going on young man. This is absolutely unacceptable.”

Kevin felt no real threat as neither his mom or dad had even attempted to lift him off his sister. He just reached down and squeezed both her large tits and looked up to his dad.

“I’m just playing SINtindo Whee dad, geez I’ll let you play later.”

Tasty Treats

Nessa Devil

Christy Mack

Doll

BIMBOTECH: MAID IN AMERICA by The Sympathetic Devil

Constance looked through the three applications she had selected for in-house interviews. She wished she could get photographs of the candidates but the agencies that provided photos of their housekeepers all seemed to cater to the prurient interests of perverts like her husband. Still, the three women she had selected all had good Anglo-Saxon surnames and, more importantly, more than 30 years experience, making them at least five years older than Constance. She would interview the three and choose whichever looked oldest and fattest. She’d be damned if another young Hispanic slut was going to set foot in her house and make a fool of her!

The 43 year old woman brushed her blonde bangs from her eyes and wrinkled her knife-sharp nose. She was in need of a haircut. Damned Gerald. She should be at the salon right now!

She had only gone with the Latin girls in the past was because they worked so cheap, though she had to watch them like a hawk to keep them from stealing. If only she had known that with this last little whore that she needed to worry less about her getting her hands on the silverware and more about her getting her claws in Gerald. The gall of that man, cheating on her with that top-heavy, fat-bottomed wetback! If she hadn’t signed that damned prenup when she was young and stupid....

“Um,” came a chastened voice from the door of the study. “I brought you your tea.”

Constance glared at her husband and then turned back to the applications. She waited until she heard him turn to go, then gave a terse “Leave it.”

She turned to the tea once he was gone. She had just gotten Maria trained to not over brew it when she had caught Gerald with his pecker between those over-ripe melons of hers. The memory of it made her stomach turn and, knowing Gerald always made it to strong, she resolved not to drink it. But she always had tea at this hour...and it did smell awfully nice... . Constance poured a cup, stirred in sugar and milk and took an experimental sip. She arched a meticulously sculpted blonde eyebrow. It was very, very good. Not her usual blend. It had a hint of something she couldn’t quite place. Strawberry? If she ever started speaking to Gerald again, she would have to ask him where he got it.

Half way through her second cup, talking to Gerald didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Yes, he had been a horrid bastard, but bringing her tea had been awfully sweet. She hummed to herself and doodled on Marjorie Potter’s resume, first butterflies and smiley faces, then hearts, then, turning it over, drew a unicorn on the back. She blushed and giggled when she noticed how very phallic-looking the horn she had drawn was. She poured what was left of the tea and drained her cup, since it really didn’t need milk or sugar.

The knot of anger she had been carrying in her gut had completely dissolved, replaced by a warm, easy-going sense of well-being.

“Gosh I feel good,” she announced to the empty room. “I wonder why I feel so good. Do you know, Mr. Unicorn?”

The doodle failed to answer and Constance giggled at her silliness.

“Would you like some more tea, Constance?”

Gerald stood in the doorway, holding another teapot. Constance’s heart fluttered and her taste buds quivered.

“Awww!” she exclaimed. “More tea for me? giggle I just might have to forgive you!”

“That would be great Connie!” her husband declared.

“No, no, no!” she said, wagging a finger at him. “Just ’cuz I forgive you doesn’t mean you get to call me Connie! Constance. My name is Constance. Not Connie. I don’t like it.”

“But you like the tea, right?” he asked, filling her cup. The odor of strawberries was even stronger.

“I LOVE the tea!” she exclaimed, and slurped it down and held out her cup for more. “What is it?”

“Just Tinderet,” he said. “But made with love.”

Constance giggled and sipped.

“I can taste something else,” she said. “Like strawberries.”

“Well, I might have added a little something special,” he confessed. “I’ll tell you what. If you can guess what it is by the time you finish the pot, I’ll do whatever you ask me to do. And if you can’t, then you do something I ask you to do. Doesn’t that sound like a fun game?

Constance giggled. It did sound like fun.

* * *

Constance awoke feeling groggy and slightly cold. She came more fully awake as she realized the coolness was due to her complete lack of clothing. She tried to gasp and discovered there was a ball gag in her mouth.

“Wharafah!?!” she exclaimed, reaching for the gag and discovering her arms were bound to the chair she was sitting in. Trying to kick revealed the same was true of her ankles.

“Ah, the client is with us!” exclaimed a man. Constance had never seen him before. He was in a well-tailored suit and had an evil grin on his face.

Beside him was Gerald, with a grin that was even more wicked. Fury burned away Constace’s initial fear and confusion. She would have his balls for this!

“Connie, dear,” Gerald said, knowing that she hated the nickname. “This is Mr. Fink and he is going to help us get a new maid. I know you had your own ideas about whom to hire but frankly, they just weren’t working for me. In fact, after 20 years of hell, I’m quite confident that that I don’t care for ANY of your ideas. I was willing to put up with you while I was getting some from the help, but you had to go and put your scrawny white ass between me and Maria. She was the best sex I’ve ever had and damned if you aren’t going to find away to make up for the loss.

“ArngWssahBasah!” Constance exclaimed.

“Now, as I was saying,” said the well-dressed man. “Changing racial characteristics can take a bit longer. Not much in this case…a couple more hours in the tank and a few thousand more in materials. The head of my body shop actually loves the challenge of this sort of order, so I don’t mind a slimmer profit margin for the sake of keeping him happy. The real challenge in what you’re asking for is the ethnic and cultural switches. I mean, these are deep-seated personality traits that are hard to impose authentically. What we -can- do, with a bit of extra time, is to bring out the clients own stereotypical viewpoint and let that take over her personality. So she wouldn’t so much be Hispanic as she would be her own prejudicial view of what a Hispanic woman is like. Would that be acceptable?”

“Oh hell yes!” Gerald exclaimed. “Constance thinks every Latin girl is stupid, subservient and slutty.”

“Well those are our specialties, so it should be that much easier,” said Fink.

Constance screamed into her gag. What were they talking about? This was crazy!

“Does she speak any Spanish?” the man asked her husband.

“Not very well, but she had some in high school and uses a few words to yell orders at the help when she doesn’t think they understand her well enough.”

“High school Spanish is well enough. If it’s in here brain, Mr. Corbin can bring it out. It’s not like she’ll need to communicate any complex thoughts.”

The two men chuckled. Constance screamed.

“You seem to be enjoying your wife’s frustration,” Fink said. “We’ll be doing the physical transformation first, as it really helps in the adoption of the ethnic stereotype. Would you like to come see her before we start the head work in the morning or just have the finished product delivered?”

Gerald’s eyes gleamed as he glanced at her with sadism. “I want to enjoy every step of this. That would be marvelous!”

Mr. Fink clapped his hands, then rubbed them together, leering at Constance. “Very well then, my pale princess! Let’s see if we can spice you up a bit?”

* * *

Constance struggled futilely against her bonds as a blonde bimbo in high-heeled red boots, a thong and strawberry pasties wheeled her through a brightly lit hallway. The woman babbled on endlessly through the lollypop she had in her mouth, punctuating her run-on sentences with fits of giggling, oblivious to Constance’s attempts to scream through her gag or tip the wheelchair over. By the time they got to a large pair of double doors Constance hated the woman almost as much as she hated her husband and that smirking bastard Fink.

“Ah! The client!” exclaimed a tall man in a lab coat. “I can’t tell you how delighted I am to be working with you! We’re going to make you into something truly special, I assure you! When I saw your picture, I was sure your husband was going to go for the boring blonde bimbo, which in your case could be done with a home kit! I almost pawned you off on one of the interns and then I saw what he wanted. Now, skinny WASP to curvy Mexican isn’t too terribly difficult, but I think we can kick it up a notch and try out some new tech I’ve been developing! Bam!”

“Urrng!” Constance objected.

“Blonde bimbos are boring, Mr. Lorenz?” asked the woman pushing her wheelchair, sounding near tears.

“You’ve ruined me for all other blondes, Candyass!” the man said. “No matter how I try, I can never make a better blonde bimbo than you! You make all the other blonde bimbos we make here look cheap.”

The blonde giggled and said “I can’t help it!”

“I know you can’t, you stupid trollop, so get me the muscle relaxant and let’s give Connie here a bit more color,” he said.

The blonde giggled and scampered over to a large cabinet as Constance tried to yell her name reflexively at being called Connie.

“Your hubby seems to be a bit of a bastard,” Lorenz confided to her. “He asked for the voyeur’s special and is up in the sky box right now watching. He also wants you lucid for as much of the process as possible. I prefer to work with the ladies who are fucked up enough to enjoy my ministrations, but I understand the sentiment. Believe it or not, I have a few issues with women myself.”

She stared daggers at him.

“But I can’t play the role of master sculptor if the block of marble is fighting me every step of the way, so we’re going to help you relax a bit,” he said.

He pushed a button and the wheelchair suddenly lay back and the foot-rest to which her ankles were tied snapped forward so she was lying down. The seat slid down to mid-thigh and she felt air on her bare bottom. The whole bed then tilted backwards so she was at a 45% angle with her feet above her head. She screamed as the blood rushed to her face. A piston hissed and she was rising up into the air. She panicked, her eyes darting around until she found a large window high above and saw Gerald grinning down at her. Anger once again overwhelmed fear and she scowled at him, burning with pure hatred. The masculine hand on her bare ass brought her back to her more immediate nemesis with a jolt.

“Lordy, there’s hardly anything there!” he said, pinching her right buttcheek. “This might take longer than I thought. But so help me, by the time you leave my shop, you WILL have an ass to die for! Candyass!”

The pinch ended, only to be replaced by the prick of what must have been a humongous needle. A tingling sensation began in the ass cheek that had been injected and the feeling inexorably spread to it’s fellow and up her spine. The chair-bed tilted again, bringing her back to level, as the tingle continued to spread, down her legs, down her arms, up her neck. What were they doing to her?

She tried once more to struggle against her bonds. Her muscles felt like jello. She quivered but could not strain. She was practically paralyzed. The man removed the ball gag.

“heshuh,” she said, her tongue a wet rag in her mouth. And then the man in the lab coat and the bimbo in pasties started smearing a shimmering gel all over her. ALL over her. The bimbo seemed very determined to make sure every square millimeter of her undercarriage was covered until the man told her to move on to her legs. With her muscles as responsive as pudding, somehow her clitoris was jumping about like never before. She crossed her eyes and tried not to enjoy it.

“OK, Connie!” Lorenz exclaimed after getting behind her ears and rubbing the gel into her hair. “You’re all buttered. Now into the toaster!”

They rolled Constance into something that looked like a tanning bed. Her mind screamed but her body remained docile and unresponsive. She was frustrated by her impotence and disturbed by the residual tingling pleasure that reminded her how enjoyable the degrading process had been. The goop smeared on her skin felt cool now that the bimbo and the sadist were no longer rubbing it on her flesh.

But then the lights of the tanning bed sprang to life. Constance had never tanned a day in her life. Tanning aged the skin. She had avoided direct sunlight and would never have dreamed of willingly entering this horrid contraption. She found that even her eyelids didn’t respond to her call to close and hoped that the contact lenses they had forced on her would indeed protect her eyes from the light. The goop warmed quickly on her skin in response to the light, but not uncomfortably so. Indeed, the warmth made the utter relaxation of her muscles seem slightly less incongruous. An odd but pleasant odor began to rise from her skin. If she could forget how she had gotten there, it might have been nice.

“All right, Candy, scrub her down,” came a voice. The heating lights were off, Constance saw when she opened her eyes. Then her mind tried to figure out when her eyes had closed. Before it could figure that out, she was shocked to be dumped out of the tanning bed into a tub of warm soapy water. She gasped and her limbs responded, though with weak ineffective movements, as the blonde bimbo went after her with a sponge. The big man in the lab coat grabbed hold of her and pulled her up out of the tub by her arms after a while. He looked at her like she was a suit of clothes, critical, evaluating. It was humiliating and she tried to struggle out of his grasp but she just flopped about and her head rolled around dizzyingly. Her naked body was shockingly brown. Not tanning-salon brown. Deep, deep brown!

“Not bad,” said the man called Lorenz. “Not bad at all. Nice tones…radiant. But the hair…goddamnit. Ms. Clarol could do a better job. We’ll have to regrow it in the tank.”

“What did you do to me, you son of a bitch!” she tried to say, only to have her tongue flail about as she said “Wassathu thupanee, syoususabifth!”

“Oh, you’ve just been lightly toasted, dear,” he explained. “A pretty shade of burnt umber, I must say. But don’t panic. We’re just starting. Thanks for letting me try out my new invention on you, but to turn a stick into an hourglass, there really is no substitute for the tank.”

The tank, Constance was horrified to learn, was more humiliating than the tanning bed. The blonde bimbo started by slipping something up her butt. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Again, it was disturbingly pleasant. Her anus was as relaxed as the rest of her and it took it in without the least resistance. She had barely a moment to contemplate the fact when something similar made its way into her vagina with as little resistance and even more disturbing pleasure. She tried to look down at what was happening but the brown flesh didn’t seem like hers. Combined with her lack of control, she could almost convince herself that this was happening to someone else.

And then a tube was going down her throat. This was too much! Her eyes rolled back in her head and she convinced herself it was just a dream. A horrible, panty-soaking nightmare that she would strive to forget if she ever woke up.

In her dream, she was surrounded by warm, slick liquid, floating and bobbing as things buzzed inside her and around her. Her skin tingled. Her orifices vibrated. Her hair tickled her breasts and she wondered how that was even possible. But nothing was impossible. It was a dream. Only a dream. None of this could possibly be real.

Constance awoke felling better physically than she ever had in her life. Her eyes fluttered open. She was NOT in her bedroom. She knew that immediately. For one thing, her bed was much larger and had sheets and blankets and pillows. For another thing, her room had just one mirror in it. This room was all mirrors: all four walls, the ceiling and the floor. The only non-reflective things in the room were the bed, a small dresser, and a naked Mexican woman with huge breasts a pinched waste, and flaring hips.

“Who are you?” Constance demanded, and so did the Mexican woman at the same time. Constance got up from the bed and the woman did as well. With dawning horror, they both looked down.

Big brown breasts stared back at Constance. She looked back at what was impossibly her reflection with wide, disbelieving eyes that should never have been brown. A lustrous black curl fell down in front of her face and the face of her reflection. She was too shocked to even brush it out of the way. She just stared at the Latina in the mirror and the Latina just stared back, as confused as Constance. She must still be dreaming. She must!

But if she was dreaming, the dream seemed to be going on and on and on. And it was a boring dream where nothing seemed to change. Just herself in a body that wasn’t her own, surrounded by mirrors. She tried to think what she should do, but the unexpected horror of the situation had her mind reeling. Why would she ever have planned for her husband to drug her and turn her over to mad scientists, if that’s what they were?

“This is not going to work!” she called out to the people she assumed must be watching behind the mirrors. Her voice sounded odd, but she continued. “You can’t change my body and make me disappear! I have friends! Family! They’ll come looking for me! They’ll get the police to make Gerald tell them about you! He’s a spineless prick! He’ll cave as soon as they question him!”

She was met by only silence. Time passed but she had no idea how much. The only indication she had was her heart beat and breathing, but could she even trust those? This wasn’t even her body. The Mexican woman in the multiple reflections was nothing like her! When she called out to her unseen captors, it wasn’t even her voice as the words she made stumbled out from a too-thick throat and a much wider mouth than she should have. She knew they must be staring at the fat brown breasts this overstuffed Latina body had in such abundance, but covering them with her browned hands felt so alien and so disturbingly pleasurable she abandoned that effort at modesty and cupped her hands in her lap instead, covering the thick dark thatch that now crowned her pubic region for the first time in her life. She closed her eyes tightly, sure that each time she opened them she would be in her own bead and her own body. But each time she was again met with the big brown horrified eyes of the Mexican in the mirror.

She stared at the small dresser since it was the only thing in the room that didn’t stare back. She knew they must want her to look in it. Why else would it be there when there was nothing else? She defiantly did NOT open it. And didn’t open it. And continued to not look at her plush brown reflection not opening it.

It occurred to her that maybe they WANTED her to not open it. They were laughing at her, knowing that the key to her freedom was just three steps away, the bastards! Damned if they were going to keep her from opening that dresser!

She strode over and pulled open the top drawer. There was not a way out but there was something she wanted almost as desperately: Clothing!

She pulled them out and her face fell a bit. The only outfit consisted of a frilly ruffled white cotton peasants blouse with a broad, scooped neckline. The matching skirt was also white cotton and ruffled and obscenely short. There was not hint of underwear and when she opened the other drawer it contained only a pair of sandals with chunky 4-inch heels.

They’d be useless for running away. But could they be used as a weapon? She needed to start thinking like a captive. Anything she could use against her abductors was something she needed to take note of.

And of course, she had to have clothing if she was going to escape. She sighed. The outfit was ridiculous, but surely it was better than being naked. She slipped on the skirt first. It was, as she thought, far too short. She would have to sit carefully Bending over, running or a stiff breeze would make the whole thing moot. But at least it covered the disgusting black lawn they had somehow endowed her with.

The blouse was worse than she expected. An elastic band held the bottom tight against her ribs nearly two handbreadths above her belly button. It refused to stay on both her shoulders, slipping off the left has soon as she pulled it up on the right and vice versa. And the big brown hooters…they didn’t deserve the dignified name of breasts...seemed almost more obscene, with the massive amount of cleavage and the dark nipples visible through the white cotton that just barely covered them.

“Better than naked. Better than naked,” She muttered to herself.

She sighed and looked at ‘herself’ in the mirror. Was it really better than naked? She looked like a hoochie mamma. She took out the shoes. They would slow her down rather than help her if she ever got a chance to run. She set them on top of the dresser where she could at least grab them and hit someone with it if she ever saw someone that was not her bizarre brown reflection.

“You can’t keep me in here forever!” she exclaimed. “I have to go the bathroom!”

It had just been a reason that they would have to let her out, but now that she said it, she did indeed need to pee. She flushed as she realized they might not be willing to let her out to use the restroom. Would she have to pee in a corner of the mirrored cell?

There was a pneumatic woosh behind her. She turned to see that one of the mirrored panels near the floor and fell forward to a 45 degree angle revealing a seat with a circular hole. It was the first sign that someone was actually listening to her. She didn’t know if she should be relieved or infuriated. But she did know that she shouldn’t assume the toilet would stay. She lifted the frilly white skirt sat upon the seat. She blushed furiously and peed, knowing someone was probably watching but there was nothing she could do about it.

Having relieved herself, Constance looked around and frowned in consternation.

“Um…Toilet paper? A sink?...Hand sanitizer?”

There was no answer. The only response was a bunch of busty Mexican women in revealing white outfits looking around in consternation. Eventually Constance realized she had air dried and stood up.

“OK, I know you’re listening to me now,” she said. “You might as well tell me what is going on.”

Absolutely nothing. She sat back down on the bed. She waited and tried not to look at her disturbing reflections. But it was every where. The only way not to see a busty Mexican in a mirror was to close her eyes or look down at the massive brown canyon of her cleavage. When she looked up to a reflection, the expression on the face that should not be her face was just a testament that she didn’t know what to do.

“Do I at least get a drink of water?” she asked.

Nothing.

“I’ll die without water, damn it!” she seethed.

Nothing changed as identical busty Mexicans glared back at her from the mirrors.

There was a sound to her left and when she looked there was a shelf with a bottle of water coming out from the mirrored wall. If not for the sound, she wouldn’t know where it was, since it was now reflected throughout the room as well.

She went to the shelf and pressed on it, seeing if it would break off, maybe break the wall or give her something hard she could break the mirrors with. But it was strong. And the bottle of water was flimsy plastic. It didn’t even have a cap.

She grabbed it, but then remembered Gerald’s tea. She sniffed the water cautiously. It didn’t smell like anything. She took a nervous sip. Just water. She drank daintily, trying to keep her composure in an absurd world. She hoped this at least meant that they intended to keep her alive. She just wished she knew their motivation! Obviously Gerald’s motivation was the fact that he was a raging asshole, but what did the people he had turned her over to want?

There was another sound. She looked and the shelf that had held the water was gone be another shelf had appeared with a tray and a plastic bowl and plate. She approached. The tray was Styrofoam, useless as a weapon. But that might be cause for optimism. If they weren’t letting have weapons, then the must eventually plan on opening a door while she was alive and conscious at some point.

The bowl contained rice and beans. The plate had a small stack of corn tortillas. Both had steam risings and fogging the mirrored wall behind them. There was no cutlery.

“I really don’t care for Mexican!” she complained, not at all surprised when she got no response.

She sighted. Despite herself, her mouth was watering. Had they drugged this? She remembered vaguely how much she had wanted to drink Gerald’s tea once she smelled it. But it was quite possible she was just hungry. She had no idea how long it had been since she had eaten.

She tentatively sniffed the proffered food. The drug Gerald had used had smelled of strawberries, she recalled. No strawberries here. Just a little onion, garlic and cumin. Her stomach growled. She scowled and walked away. She wasn’t going to eat it. It probably wasn’t drugged but she wasn’t going to eat with her hands like some third-world peasant! She stalked back to her bed and scowled. She asked for something else. She demanded more water. She told them she wasn’t going to eat it.

And eventually, out of boredom more than anything else, she stamped back to the food, grabbed a tortilla, scooped up some rice and beans with it, and ate.

It wasn’t’ drugged. She knew that instantly. It didn’t have the amazing, compelling taste that Gerald’s tea had. She could definitely stop eating if she wanted to. But she really was hungry, she realized. And so she chewed and swallowed and took another bite. Another shelf appeared with a small glass of orange juice. This time she actually saw the mirrored panel rise up and down, though she couldn’t see any indication of a human hand presenting her rations.

She sniffed cautiously at the orange juice, decided it was safe, and drank. No urges. No giggles. All good. She continued eating. She would need energy to escape. She had clothes. She had energy. All she needed was a clear head to plan. Just a clear head. Had to think clearly. Think with her brain.

She could practically feel her brain. So many neurons. So many, many neurons. Wide open…just ready for ideas…she could definitely come up with ideas…ideas for…escape?

Maybe. Maybe after a rest. She had clothes and food. She just needed rest. Rest and ideas.

She staggered back to the bed and flopped down on her back. The busty Mexican on the ceiling looked odd, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. Not a thought in her head, though Constance. She needs ideas….needs to think….like me….

But her brain didn’t seem to be thinking. It seemed to be quivering….waiting. But her body was so relaxed. It was odd. But restful.

There was something out of the corner of her eye and her eyes twitched toward the mirrored wall. Her head couldn’t be bothered. And all her eyes saw was a fading streak of light, so her head probably had the right idea. Another streak of light came from another mirrored panel and her eyes again tried and failed to see what it was. Her eyes continued trying to find the flashes and streaks as they appeared randomly around the room until she just let her eyes go out of focus. Now she could see the whole room and all the pretty lights. She was so clever!

And then the noises started. They were distorted at first. Echoing. Bouncing around the room as confusingly as her reflection. But she listened. She listened harder than she ever had. Words had ideas. She needed ideas. She really needed ideas.

“Hola, Me llamo Conseuela! Me llamo Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas! Estoy para serverte!”

What did that mean? It was important, Constance was sure.

“Me gusta bailar. Si, si me gusta!”

That sounded very familiar. She should know that.

“Me gusta chupar! Si, si me gusta! Ay como chupo! Soy chuposasa! Me gusta tragarlo!”

“Soy la Mojada mas mojada! Soy la zorra mas zorra de todas las zorras! Ay que puta que soy!”

What was it the voices were saying? What was it? She had to know…

“Me gusta jugar! Me gusta jugar con mis senos grandotes! Te gustan mis senos? Te gustan mis chichis? Chupalas! Chupalas por favor! Tocame! Tocame! Como me gusta!”

The room seem to be spinning gently. Or maybe it was the lights. Or maybe it was herself. Really, anything was possible. Anything at all.

“Que calor! Que mohada me cucha! Chingame! Soy la zorra de tus sueños! Lo quiero! Lo quiero! Lo quiero por dentro de mi! Metamelo! Metamelo, por favor! Ay que verga mas grande! Ay que lindo! Ay que bello! Como lo quiero por dentro de me! Por mi cucha! Por mi cucha sucia!”

“Por el culo! Por el culo! Si, lo me gusta en el culo! En mi culo, por favor! Ay Dios, que puta que soy!”

Eventually, she realized she could understand it better if she mouthed the words. She still didn’t quite understand, but she was getting closer. The pretty Mexican woman on the ceiling was mouthing the words too. She watched her lips. They watched each other’s lips. They were helping each other. It was so good to help.

“Me gusta ayudar,” they both said during a small pause in the sound, and they both giggled, realizing they had understood each other.

Contance’s mouth was very dry, so the water being poured in it was quite welcome. She swallowed greedily, then realized someone was holding up her head so she didn’t choke. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes after a long time of not having done so. Her eyes met a pair of big white hills with a row of buttons descending from between them.

She sat up woozily and realized that she had been lying with her head on a woman’s lap. The woman was in a nurse’s uniform…kind of. Did nurse’s uniforms look like that? She guessed they could. So many things were possible.

The woman had out-of-control red hair and a friendly smile.

“Hi there sleepy head! I’m Nurse Muffy!” she declared.

“I…hospital?” she asked.

The nursed giggled.

“You’re not a hospital, silly!” she said. “You’re, like, a patient! giggle Dr. Mr. Corbin was right! You ARE confused!”

“No, I…what?” she asked. She was indeed confused. Did nurses show off their big boobs like that?

The nurse took the shoes from the dresser and put them onto Constance’s delicate brown feet. She didn’t object. She was still trying to understand what was happening. Had the voices stopped? They seemed to. And yet, somehow, they seemed to still be echoing.

Nurse Muffy helped her up on to her feet in the high-heeled sandals. They felt strange. She leaned heavily on the redheaded nurse as Muffy guided her towards the wall where a busty Mexican and a stacked redhead in a PVC nurse’s uniform were approaching.

Reflection. Maybe?

The answer came when the mirrored panel recessed and slid to the side and Constance stepped out of the mirror room and into an uninteresting hallway that contained a wheel chair and nothing else. Nurse Muffy set her in the wheel chair and with a giggle started pushing her down the hallway.

They passed an Asian woman in clubwear with very large breasts. Did everyone have large breasts? Senos? ChiChis? Bazoombas? Titties? Jugs? Tetas? NumNums?

Constance shook her head. What was she thinking?

“Hi Muffy!” the Asian woman was saying.

“I’m NURSE Muffy today, Poontang!” the redhead corrected.

“Hi Nurse Muffy!” she said and giggled, patting Constance’s head as she went past.

What a strange woman. Mujer. Chica. Zorra. Puta. Bimbo.

Again, Contance shook her head. Those words weren’t right…were they?

Nurse Muffy wheeled her into a room where a small, bespectacled man with a bald head and a lab coat waited.

“Ah! Here is our little lost lamb!” he declared. “Thank you for bringing her here, Nurse Muffy.”

The redhead giggled.

“You’re welcome Mr. Dr. Corbin!” she said.

“I’m Dr. Corbin,” the bald man explained to Constance. “I know you’ve been through a traumatic experience, but things are going to start getting better now.”

“I…so you’re not…you’re not with the people that did this to me?” she asked. “You’re not with Gerald?”

The man frowned, confused.

“I don’t know about any Gerald, but no, we aren’t associated with the coyotes at all,” he assured her. “After the truck rolled over, those that could ran back across the Mexican border. Those that couldn’t were taken into custody. They’re far away and you’re perfectly safe here.”

The doctor and the redheaded nurse pulled her out of the wheelchair and into a big chair that looked like it should be in a dentist’s office. Things were normal and yet not. The strange nurse uniform, the strange chair, the computer monitors. It didn’t look quite right. Nurse Muffy strapped her head to the chair’s headrest. And put cuffs around her ankles and wrists and a strap around her waist. That certainly wasn’t right.

“Why are you tying me down?” Constance demanded, the strange fog beginning to lift.

“Now Miss, there’s nothing to get upset about,” the doctor said calmly. “This is just for your own safety. You’ve been through a trauma and we don’t want you falling out of the chair while we figure out what’s wrong with you and how to fix it.”

“What’s wrong with me?” Constance asked, then blinked and looked down at her big brown tits and her brown hands held down in velvet bonds. “They turned me into a Mexican! Some how Gerald and those bastards turned me into a Mexican!”

“Sooooo….” The doctor said, stroking his chin. “You’re saying you’re NOT a Mexican then? Are you from some other Latin American country?”

“I’m from Connecticut, damn it!” she declared.

“Really?” he asked. “My, there must be a story behind this! I know they were saying you had memory problems when they brought you into the clinic. Do you know how you ended up at the US-Mexican border?”

“The Mexican border?” she asked. “I was…I was an hour north of Chicago when Gerald drugged me!”

“So, were you a drug mule?” he asked. “You were sneaking drugs across the border and using the coyotes to blend in with other illegal border crossers? Don’t be afraid to tell me. I’m not with law enforcement and my only goal is to help you get well. But if you’ve got drugs stashed anywhere inside of your person, it really isn’t healthy to keep them there.”

“WHAT!?!” she exclaimed. “No! I’m not a drug smuggler or an illegal . I’m an Americana gringa cojada!! I’m white!”

She blinked. Something about that hadn’t quite sounded right.

“Now Consuela, really,” the Doctor said, pushing a button and the chair reclined so that Consueula could see there was a mirror above her at an angle so now she could see herself strapped in the chair. “I’m no racist, but I really don’t see how you can consider yourself white. You’ve got to have at least some indio blood in you.”

“What did you call me?” she demanded.

“Consuela,” he said. “Do you prefer Connie?”

“CONSTANCE!” she proclaimed. “My name is CONSTANCE!”

“Now, now!” said the psychologist. “There’s that Latin temper of yours! Don’t let it get the better of you, Consuela!”

“It’s not my Latin temper!” Constance screamed.

“Are you saying that you’re not angry, Consuela?” he asked in that infuriatingly calm voice. “Because I think we both know that’s a lie.”

“No, that’s not what I…I’m angry…I just…I’m…my temper…” Constance said. There was a throbbing in the back of her head. It was distractingly. She had a point to make, but it was so hard to think.

“I’m not, not passionate, I’m…I’m…” Constance said, her eyes crossing, her body trembling with confusion. She couldn’t focus her thoughts on anything. Thousands of voices and images sparked in her mind and then faded before they could be identified.

“You’re very confused, Consuela,” the psychologist said. “I can help you with that, but you’ll have to help me help you. You need to keep control.”

“Yes!” Constance said. “Yes. Keep control.”

She grasped at his words that gave hints at what she was trying to do, her mind desperate for something to focus on.

“Control your temper,” the doctor prompted.

“Control my…temper?” she asked. It didn’t seem right, but as she said it, the confusion receded for just a moment, as a feeling of euphoria washed over and then evaporated as the psychic cacophony closed in again.

“You were very angry just a moment ago, weren’t you?” Dr. Corbin said.

The confusion was so oppressive, she it took a moment to figure out what he had said, but it glistened in the fog once she had decoded it.

“Yes!” Constance said. “Angry. Very angry.”

“You have a feisty temper,” he said. “You said so yourself.”

“I...did?” she asked. Someone had said that. Was it her?

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of Consuela,” he consoled. “Lot’s of Mexican women have feisty tempers. But you’re in America now and you’re going to have to learn to control it.”

“But I’m not…I’m not Mexican,” she insisted, and as she said it there was a throbbing at the base of her skull and her stomach clenched. “Constance…”

The doctor sighed.

“When a patient creates a fantastic identity for herself, sometimes the only solution is to present the facts,” he said. “This could be a shock, but I think in the long run it will be for the best. “Nurse Muffy, can you bring me the box with the things the Customs officers found with Consuela at the accident?”

“Yes Mr. Dr. Corbin!” the redhead exclaimed.

“Thank you, Nurse Muffy,” the doctor said, and took a green booklet from the cardboard box. “Now look: here is the Mexican Passport you were found with when the Customs agents found you. The picture looks just like you, see?”

He showed her the passport picture and then pointed to the busty Mexican in the mirror.

“It says your name is Consuela. Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas, to be precise. I think the most likely scenario is that you hit your head when the coyotes’ truck overturned and you dreamed up this ‘Constance’ person. It’s perfectly normal. You obviously were running form a very bad situation that had just gotten even worse. Under such circumstances, the mind often creates a fantasy of a different life. But clinging to such fantasies will keep you from doing the hard work that it takes to make your real life better!”

“Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas?” she asked and a shiver went up and down her spine. That wasn’t her name. But it did sound familiar…

“I…I don’t really look like this,” she insisted. “They…they changed me. They…toast.”

The tall man and the blonde bimbo and the light and the goo. The memories seemed so fuzzy. So ethereal.

“Toast?” the doctor asked? Oh my, Consuela. I’m afraid you may have injured more than your memory regions during your ill-fated border crossing. But don’t despair! You’re in good hands now Consulea!”

“Will you stop calling me that?” she exclaimed, somehow managing to find another well of anger. “My name is Conshhugghf!”

Suddenly her tongue felt foreign and uncontrollable in her mouth and she was hit with a wave of confusion and nausea.

“Conshhugghf?” said Dr. Corbin. “That’s an unusual name. Are you sure?”

Her tongue shuddered then became her own again.

“What did you do to me?” she asked.

“I didn’t do anything to you, Consuela,” he told her, and a pleasant tingle went up her back.

“I..I know what you’re doing,” she said. “You’re trying to brain wash me.”

“Why would I want to brain wash you, Consuela?” he said innocently. “Do you have a dirty mind?”

“That’s not my name!” she said. “You can’t make me change my name! My name is Consssssssssssssss….”

Confusion and nausea bombarded her once again. Her tongue abandoned her. She tried to think her name at least, but everything was garbled and cacophonous.

“So you really believe that your name is not Consuela?” Dr. Corbin asked as the confusion faded and her tongue began to respond once again. “Even after seeing your passport?”

“My name is not Consuela.” Constance spat out at him. “You know my name is not Consuela. My name is Cackckckckckckc.”

The confusion came on stronger than before, crushing, overwhelming, as Contance’s vision tunneled and then went entirely dark.

When she regained consciousness, she was still in the chair. Dr. Corbin was looking at her with concern.

“I think there might be some mistake,” he said. “You seem really certain and the coyotes surely might have produced a fake passport. I’m going to go check up on this and I’ll be back as soon as I can. You just wait here. Everything will work out as it should, I’m sure.”

“What?” Contance asked. “Don’t leave me tied up to this thing!”

But the psychologist was already gone.

She sighed. There had to be a way out of this. She just had to think. Not let them get inside her head. Not let them make her forget who she was.

My name is Constance, she thought. Constance Crompton nee Goodwin.

She shuddered. Her mind was her own. Was her mouth?

“My name is Conduuuh” she said and her tongue once again went flaccid as a wave of confusion rolled over her tiny sensation of victory at having thought her own name, leaving her in darkness once again.

There was a giggle. Constance raised her eyebrows. The nurse was still there!

“Nurse? Nurse? Can you sit me back up?” she asked.

The redhead in the latex uniform approached. In the mirror above her, Constance had an impressive view of her cleavage.

“Tetas grandes!” she thought, then shuddered.

“What did you say?” the nurse asked.

“I…I want to sit up,” she explained. “I don’t want to have to stare at the mirror while I wait for the doctor to come back.”

She tried to turn towards the nurse, to look into her eyes and plead her case as a fellow woman, but the restraint only let her see the redhead from her peripheral vision.

“I’m sorry,” the nurse said, and giggled. “I don’t speak Mexican.”

Constance blinked. What?

“I’m not speaking Spanish,” she denied. “I don’t speak Spanish!”

The nurse giggled.

“I don’t speak Spanish neither!” she said. “I don’t understand you when you’re not speaking American!”

‘Ay que tonta!’ thought Constance, then screwed up her brown face in disgust at both the bimbo and the thought.

“You stupid bimbo! If I was speaking Spanish how would you know that I just said I wasn’t speaking Spanish? That makes no sense whatsoever! If I was saying I didn’t speak Spanish in Spanish which is Español, not Spanish in Spanish, that is Español, then you would, um, not understand that I..um…en Espanish….Tonta…”

“You look really confused,” the nurse said.

She was really confused. There was a throbbing at the base of her skull. What had seemed like such a good argument was spinning around in circles behind her big brown eyes there on the ceiling.

“Confu….so….So Confus…so….Confuso?” she said.

The redhead giggled.

“You should really learn how to talk good American like me,” she said. “Maybe Dr. Corbin can teach you when he gets back!”

“I’m speaking…American?” she asked. That didn’t sound right. Maybe she wasn’t speaking American. Everything was so muddled.

“I don’t understand you!” the nurse repeated. “You’re a really confused Mexican bimbo!”

“I….I’m Consshuh…Confus?...Confused….o….” she explained.

“I’m gonna go get ChiChi,” the redheaded nurse said. “I think she speaks mexispangish.”

“Wait,” Constance said. “I…I think I can…um…what’s the word?”

But the redhead was gone. The back of her head throbbed and her thought oozed and then vaporized without ever finding anything to form around. The busty Mexican in the mirror above her looked so lost. Poor stupid Mexican bimbo…

Another nurse appeared after who knew how long. She was as busty as the last one…as busty as she was…were all women so busty? But this woman had big brown eyes, curly black hair, and cinnamon skin. The throbbing in the back of her head and the confusion eased.

“Mexican…bimbo?” she asked. The thought had come from somewhere. She wasn’t sure where.

“I ain’t no Mexican, Puta!” the woman said, scowling, then twisting to show Constance her ass and slapping it hard. “That is grade-A Dominican bimbo ass, right there! You’re the Mejicana, or close enough for fucking as they say.”

“No, no!” Constance objected, blinking and trying to think. “You don’t understand! I’m NOT Mexican. I’m white!”

The Dominican laughed scornfully.

“Chiquita, you are the brownest fucking white girl I ever saw!” she said. “What, you some kinda coconut?”

“I…what?” Constance asked, confused but the seeming nonsequiter.

“You know, you one a’ them coconut girls, on account of you being brown on the outside but white on the inside!” the woman said, grinning cruelly. “You got the body of a hoochie hottie but you got the heart of some frigid gringa bitch.”

“No, but, I am, I am a gringa bi…I mean, I, they, they changed me!” Constance said, feeling panicked. “They changed me into a gringa. I mean, from a gringa. See, I was white and then I was brown with big boobs. But that’s not me. I’m from…I’m from…Aye dios, so confused.”

“So if you’re a gringa who turned brown, what’s you’re name?” the Dominican woman in the PVC nurse’s uniform demanded.

“It’s…Consssssssssspfpt,” she said, despairingly.

“That ain’t no gringa name,” the nurse said, shaking her head disparagingly. “You one crazy coconut Mexican.”

“I’m not!” she denied. “I don’t even speak Spanish!”

“Hijole, Tonta!” the nurse said. “What chu think we’re speaking now! I mean, you got a weird accent, but you’re totally speaking Spanish. That’s why that gringa Muffy came and got me!”

“No….no!” Constance denied, but her head throbbed and she really wasn’t certain of anything.

“Hey, Dr. Corbin!” the Dominican nurse said. “You got a very confused Mexican puta here!”

“Ah, Nurse ChiChi!” the bespectacled man exclaimed as he reappeared in Constace’s peripheral vision.. “I’m so glad you’re here! Another Hispanic face might help our little Consuela feel more like herself.”

“CONSSSUH!” Constance objected. “My name is Consssssush!”

“No, Miss, I’m afraid the immigration officials I just talked to were quite certain,” the man said sympathetically. “They were able to provide me with copies of your birth certificate, your Catholic confirmation, your marriage certificate, your petition for divorce, and even your criminal record. It’s pretty much undeniable that you are Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas.”

The Dominican nurse snorted and giggled.

“I…I don’t have a criminal record!” she denied. “And I’m not Catholic! Or Mexican!”

“The immigration people say you were arrested several times for prostitution,” he said, looking at a file folder he had brought with him. “Hanging around tourist sites and soliciting Americans, it looks like. It may be that that’s where the foundations for your delusions were laid. No indication of your being involved in the drug trade, though, so I do apologize for what we have to do next.”

Constance was blushing so furiously at being accused of being a Mexican whore that she almost missed it.

“Wait a….next?” she asked, trepidation out pacing anger.

“Well, the immigration people say we can’t keep you here in the clinic without a cavity check. If you have any drugs on you, I’m afraid they’ll want you in prison, not a hospital.”

“Cavity check?” she asked. “But my teeth are fine!”

The throbbing at the base of her skull began again and she became very confused.

“Ay que buscar por drogas en tu culo y tu cocha,” Nurse ChiChi translated.

“Que?” Constance asked.

But then there was a rumbling in the chair and something hard, warm and slick slid between her but cheeks and pressed gently but insistently at her anus.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, trying to wrap her mind around what was happening and failing utterly.

“Just relax Consuela,” Dr. Corbin encouraged. “It’s much better this way than with some ICE agent with a rubber glove and a flashlight. If you just relax, you might just find you enjoy it.”

The throbbing in her head was replaced by a tingle and she did indeed relax. Every muscle in her body felt like she’d just spent three hours with a masseuse. Her tongue lolled in her mouth. Her sphincter opened and the probe entered.

And then it buzzed. Her eyes rolled back in her head, which was also buzzing, and her brain turned to mush as every nerve in her body sang with joy. How could anything feel that good? Her whole body shuddered and the world shimmered. When it stopped, she was panting and her mind was scrambling for anything it could take hold of, desperately wondering if she could ever feel that good again.

“I don’t see anything, but we’d best be thorough,” the doctor said. “We don’t want the ICE folks saying we didn’t go deep enough.”

“Deep enuHUH! HUH! HUH!” Constance said as it indeed went deeper and the buzzing resumed. She had no words for what was happening to her body. Not orgasm. Nothing in her sexual experience was even close to this, though her pussy was quivering with even more vigor than the rest of her.. It was like liquid joy was being injected into her entire body through her ass.

“I think I may have been right about you enjoying it,” the doctor commented as the buzzing stopped and she quivered and panted, big brown eyes spinning around, looking for purchase.

“Enjoying?” she managed, and the probe in her ass sprang to life again, sending her reeling once more.

“Well, there are clearly no drugs up your rectum,” the doctor concluded. “We just need to check your vaginal region and I’m sure the ICE folks will be satisfied. I could take the rectal probe out first, but it’d be more efficient to just leave it. And you really don’t seem to mind it.”

“I…don’t mind…” she managed to admit, trying to think about what that meant and failing completely as another probe slipped between her labia and deep inside her vagina.

“Ya por tu cocha, pechocha!” the Dominican nurse said. “Ay drogas por adentro? Te pareca media shitfaced.”

“Wha..” she tried to ask, but things were buzzing and she was burbling.

“You like that even more, don’t you?” the doctor asked.

“Like…more?” she asked, trying to understand the question.

“Well I hope you’d like more,” he said. “We’re only a third of the way in.”

And the probe went deeper into her genitals and her brain went deeper into the glowing pink light of ecstasy.

“Reeseeeeefbff,” she told the doctor when the buzzing stopped again.

“What was that?” he asked as she tried to get her tongue in a position where it could explain if ever her brain could get into a position where it could explain it to her tongue.

“I…uh…” she said.

“You want the anal probe to vibrate at the same time as we probe your vagina?” the doctor interpreted. “Well, I suppose there’s no reason not to Consuela.”

And before she could even figure out if that was in fact what she had been trying to ask for, the probe in her ass roared to life as the one in her vagina pushed deeper and deeper, pulsing and throbbing in time with the pretty pink stars that were exploding in her head.

Things were dark for a while, with only the soft whispering of ‘Consuela’ over and over. She awoke to the Dominican nurse swabbing her forehead, a refreshing taste in her mouth. She blinked and tried to figure out what had just happened.

“Well Consuela, I’m so glad we didn’t find any drugs in there,” the doctor said as she stared at her self glistening and quivering on the ceiling, the white cotton of her blouse plastered against are big brown boobs with sweat, the dark areolas peering back at her. “You aren’t a drug mule at all, are you?”

“Huh? No….no drugs,” she agreed, and there was a little buzz from the probes that were still sticking into her from the chair and a tingle at the base of her skull.

“You’re not a bad Mexican at all, are you,” he praised. “No, you’re a very good Mexican. Just a little confused.”

“I’m a good…Mexican?” she asked and the probes sprang to life again. Everything was wonderful!

“Yes, Consuela is a good Mexican, no doubt about it,” Dr. Corbin agreed as she once again became aware of her surroundings.

“Consuela is a good Mexican,” she agreed, since agreeing seemed so very agreeable. The chair buzzed and the world twinkled happily.

“You’re Consuela the good Mexican,” Dr. Corbin agreed.

“I’m Consuela the good Mexican,” she agreed and the chair buzzed its agreement and Consuela’s reflection smiled in mindless ecstasy and passed out again.

She awoke to darkness and an intense sensation of nausea and anxiety, the base of her skull throbbing and an ugly voice muttering:

“Constance…constance…constance…constance..”

“No….” she begged.

“Consuela!” said an angelic voice as a light appeared and her reflection shown down as the fear and nausea and throbbing disappeared in a wave of euphoria and tingling and buzzing probes. She sighed in relief, but then the light faded and the ugly voice returned and with it, the fear and throbbing. She started to hyperventilate.

“Constance…constance…constance…constance..”

But then the angelic voice returned, louder than before, the light brighter than before.

“Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas!”

The fear and nausea fled in a wave of happy tinglings.

“Oh yessssss…” she sighed.

But then the darkness and the chanting of “Constance…constance… constance…constance..” returned and with it the horror and sickness. She waited desperately for the Consuela voice to return but it didn’t. There was only darkness and fear and sickness and the evil, evil “Constance”. Where was her salvation? Her stomach clenched.

“Please!” she begged. “Consulea!”

The relief was staggering. She gasped at the sudden euphoria and her eyes dilated even as the room glowed to life and twinkled.

She smiled and her reflection on the ceiling smiled back. She had the power!

The room began to dim and the fear and nausea approached with the muttering of Constance but she knew the secret now.

“Consuela!” she called out triumphantly. “Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas!”

The relief was even greater and the probes inside of her applauded her victory over the nasty Constance. Again and again it tried to steal her happiness but again and again she countered with her saving prayer of “Consuela! Consuela! Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas!”

The constance voice got softer and softer, weaker and weaker. It couldn’t dim the lights any more and Consuela called out her name louder and louder. She looked so beautiful up there on the ceiling, calling out her name as the probes within her applauded and praised.

“Como te llamas?” the ugly voice asked in an ugly American accent.

“Consuela! Consuela! Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas!” she called out in a lovely rich Mexican accent.

“What is your name?” it asked in English.

“Consuela! Consuela! Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas!” she proudly declared.

“Quien eres?” it asked.

“Consuela! Consuela! Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas!” she proclaimed.

“Who are you?” it asked weakly.

“Yo soy Consuela!” she said. “Soy Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas! I am Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas! My name ees Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas!”

The ugly voice whined in despair and Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas shuddered and came and came and came as somewhere in the distance a mariachi band played.

“AyAyAyAAAAAYYYYYY!” she screamed in orgasm.

“I am very confused,” Consuela to Nurse ChiChi as the Dominican guided her down the hallway, passing other confused looking women with big boobies. “I still don’ remember how I got here.

The nurse laughed, her big brown boobies jiggling.

“We all confused, putita!” she said. “But like Doctor Corbin said, you remembered your name! That’s a very big thing! giggle When I get too confused and sad, I just look at my chichis and remember I’m ChiChi! Aren’t you glad you remembered your name?”

Consuela nodded.

“Consuela!” she said, and quivered with pleasure, nearly loosing her footing in her chunky heels. “Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas!”

ChiChi was right. As long as she could remember her name, everything would be all right. Her memories were so cloudy, but her name, that was clear.

They arrived at the mirror room where she had woken up that morning. Was it morning? Was it the same day? Things were so cloudy. Neblado. Confuso.

“Why are there so many mirrors?” she asked.

“Doctor Corbin says we got to do everything we can to help you remember that you’re Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas,” ChiChi explained. “Ees probably so you can see what a pretty mejicana you are. And you get Mexican food for lunch too, to help you remember!”

Consuela smiled at the sound of her name. It felt so good to be called that. A panel opened up with two plates with big burritos on them and big glasses of milky white liquid with brown powder on top. One plate had a little name tag that read Consuela, which made Consuela quiver with delight and of course go right for that one. They looked identical, but the Consuela one was clearly the best.

“Doctor Corbin said I could have lunch with you,” Nurse ChiChi explained, taking the other plate and glass and sitting on Consuela’s bed, the short skirt of her uniform revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. “We can talk and help you remember things.”

There were no utensils and Consuela wasn’t sure how she was supposed to eat her burrito, but the Dominican woman picked hers up and opened wide and sucked it deep into her mouth, seeming to enjoy it more than Consuela thought possible, only to pull it out again unbitten. The nurse giggled at Consuela’s confused stare.

“Dr. Corbin says you got to remember to be a Mexican first, but once you do, I’ll teach you some tricks, pechocha!” she promised, then took a bite of her burrito.

Consuela took a tentative nibble. She didn’t like Mexican food…did she? That didn’t seem right. The burrito was good though. She looked at her glass.

“What is this stuff?” she asked ChiChi.

“Ay por Dios,” the Dominican said. “You don’t remember horchata?”

Consuela screwed up her face, trying to remember and meeting cotton fluff in her head instead. Whore-chata?

“Drink it, putita!” ChiChi urged. “Ees good! Ess sweet! Ees my second favorite white liquid to have een my mouth!”

Consuela shrugged and tasted it. It was good. Cool and refreshing with a strong taste of cinnamon. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was, but now that she did, she took a big bite of her burrito. Chewing with satisfaction she sat down beside ChiChi and smiled at her. It was good to have a friend when so much of her life was a confused mystery.

“You know, you got really great tits,” the nurse observed. “I picked out a great outfit for you to show them off in.”

Conuela looked down at her boobies. A bean fell from her lips and rolled down the valley of her cleavage.

“You pisht it ow?” she asked with her mouth full, then drank down a gulp of her horchata. “Gracias!”

“De nada!” she replied. “I pick out the new clothes for all the new bimbos here!”

“Bimbos?” Consuela asked, confused but somehow not offended. She guessed she was kind of a bimbo. She vaguely remembered that Mexican women tended to be bimbos. She gobbled down more of her lunch.

“Oh yes,” ChiChi enthused. “All the girls here are bimbos! Some don’t know they are bimbos but Dr. Corbin helps them remember, just like he’s helping you remember you’re a Mexican bimbo. And of course, bimbos need to dress pretty, so I pick out the best clothes that help every bimbo look her most sexy! That’s my real job. The enfermera thing is jus when Dr. Corbin tells me to be a nurse. I’m going to pick you out something even sexier now that you got those clothes all sweaty. Are the drugs starting to work yet?”

Consuela stared at her, her mouth full of burrito, trying to understand what she was telling her.

“I don’t….I don’t unerstan,” she confessed. “I need to unerstan…”

ChiChi giggled.

“Ay Consela, putita bimbocita!” she said, stroking her face. “Bimbos don’ ’af to unerstan! Now lie down. Doctor Corbeen has more stuff to help you with your brain.”

She lied back as ChiChi cleared away the dishes and panel directly above her suddenly was replaced by another image of herself, strapped in Dr. Corbin’s chair.

“Yo soy Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas,” she heard herself say and everything felt better. It continued on a loop. But another panel also ceased to be a mirror and became another television screen. There were adults dressed as school children engaged in wacky hijinks. Many of the adult school girls were even bustier than Consuela herself. She wondered what the story was about, but then another mirror became a television screen. A game show hosted by a Mexican man in an ill fitting suit being assisted by many women with big boobs in bikinis. Another of the mirrors became a telenovela with a busty secretary at first resisting her boss’ advances, but then quickly giving into them.

Mirror after mirror became a television screen and voice after voice competed for her attention. It all seemed so important. But nothing made any sense. She was only vaguely aware of ChiChi stripping her naked and leaving the room. The door closed behind the Dominican and became a Mexican singer with long, wild hair and a bustier singing and making vulgar moves on stage. The images changed. The sounds changed. Adds for Bimbo bread were interspersed with stories of good girls gone bad and images of Mexican women cheering on men’s soccer teams with boobs the size of soccer balls.

It all seemed so familiar…..

Consuela awoke surrounded by mirrors again. She smiled at her naked reflection.

“Hola Consuela!” she said to her self and gave a little shudder of joy. She was still very confused. But she knew her name and she knew she was Mexican. She had a friend in ChiChi and she knew Dr. Corbin could help her. So many memories were just under the surface. She could just feel it!

There was an ice cold glass of horchata on a shelf and she drank it down.

“Ay, me gusta la horchata!” she exclaimed.

She went to the dresser. There was no blouse and skirt this time. Instead it was a white bikini with Mexican flags that would fit over her nipples and her crotch. She squealed in delight. She would look so pretty in this. She put it on and adjusted her boobies.

“Ay que sexy!” she said to herself in the mirror, then put on the white sandals with kitten heels that she found in the bottom drawer.

“I am Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas,” she declared to her reflection. “And I am one sexy Mexican bimbo!”

She quivered. It felt so good to remember that!

The door opened and Consuela was sorry to see it was the gringa redhead nurse and not nurse ChiChi.

“Hi Consuela! I’m nurse Muffy!” the gringa said. She didn’t pronounce Consuela’s name well at all, but at least she knew her name. That was something to be happy about.

“Hola,” she said to the gringa. “Ees eet time to go back to DOCtor Corbeen?”

The redheaded bimbo giggled.

“You talk like a Mexican now!” she observed.

“Ay, Tonta!” Consuela exclaimed. “I YAM a Mexican!”

She held up her Mexican-flag-bedecked boobies to show the gringa.

“Oh Goodie!” nurse Muffy said. “Dr. Corbin said you would be! He said it’s time to give you more regular treatments now.”

“What ees a regoolar treatment?” she asked.

“Oh my gawd, you’ll totally love it!” the bimbo exclaimed. “There the best!”

Consuela frowned, not understanding at all. She hoped she would be able to ask ChiChi about it soon.

Dr. Corbin was there behind The Chair when Muffy led Consuela in. The bespectacled man had a big smile and was staring at the ceiling, holding tight to the armrest. His face screwed up and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oooooooooooooh” he said, though not to Consuela. Muffy giggled.

“Lucky!” she declared.

The doctor looked lazily at them and smiled, staring at their boobs.

“There’s my little Mexican patient,” he said. “Do you remember your name Consuela?”

“I yam Maria Consuela Chapaverga de las Tetas!” she proudly declared, her vagina and anus clenching in happy agreement.

“Thas her name all right Doctor Corbeen!” ChiChi’s voice said as the Dominican rose up from the floor. She’s a good lil’ Mexican bimbo!”

Consuela waved at her friend and ChiChi waved back. There was a bit of horchata, or something similar, at the corner of her mouth. Dr. Corbin readjusted something behind the chair then walked towards Consuela.

“I yam steel very confuse, Doctor,” Consuela admitted.

“Well, that’s not so bad,” Dr. Corbin said. “Confusion is part of life, for some more than others. Muffy is one of the most confused people I know, but she still manages to be a productive member of society.”

The gringa nurse giggled.

“It’s true!” she said.

“But if you’re going to be successful here in America, you’re going to need to find work,” he explained. “So you do need some basic level of understanding. We’re going to help you with that now, Maria Consuela Chapaverga de las Tetas.”

“Oh….gracias….Thank you, doctor!” Consuela, the apprehension she was feeling washed away by the lovely sound of her name.

“Now, I noticed that we made a lot of headway in our last session after the ICE agents required the cavity search,” Dr. Corbin said. “It’s not necessary, of course, to put the probes back into you, but since it didn’t seem to make you terribly uncomfortable and there might have been some therapeutic effect, I was wondering if you might consider having the probes inside you again.”

Consuela blinked, fuzzy, ecstatic memories of the probes buzzing inside her pussy and ass. She quivered. She liked it…but should she have liked it? What would they think of her if they knew how much she liked it?

“You should totally do it, Consuela,” ChiChi encouraged. “Eet will make you a better Mejicana. And a better bimbo.”

“I…I don’t know eef I’m really a bimbo,” Consuela admitted.

“Well, get the probe up your culo and find out!” ChiChi urged. “From what I see, Maria Consuela Chapaverga de las Tetas ees a big tittied Mexican bimbo, but what do I know.”

Conusela quivered at the sound of her own name.

“oh…okay,” she said. “Esta bien.”

“Marvelous!” said the doctor. “Into the chair you go then,”

Nurse ChiChi and Nurse Muffy strapped her in. Probes where guided into her pussy and her ass, pushing the bikini to one side. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite.

“That’s good, isn’t it Consuela?” the doctor asked.

She quivered at the sound of her name and agreed.

“Bueno,” she said. “Ees good.”

The probes buzzed and Consuela shivered and smiled.

“So, tell me Consuela,” the doctor said. “I find it very interesting that you asked to have probes inserted in your ass and in your cunt. What kind of woman asks a man she just met to put things in her ass and cunt?”

Consuela blushed furiously. She hadn’t expected a doctor to speak so crudely.

“It’s nothing to get upset about, Consuela. But in America, we would call a woman who asked a man she met recently to stick things in her holes a slut.”

“A sinverguensa,” ChiChi translated. “Ees okay, Consuela. Gringos LOVE slutty Latinas! They can’t get enough of the fine brown ass.”

“Ay, well…” Consuela stammered. “I guess, but…”

“You guess that just asking me to put things in your butt would make you a slut?” the doctor asked. “But you did ask for a probe up the butt. In fact, I think if you had to choose between the butt and the cunt, you’d have asked for the butt. Admit it Consuela. You like it up the butt.”

The probe in her ass gave an encouraging little tingle. Consuela shuddered.

“I like it!” she admitted. “Me gusta.”

The probe in her ass thrummed and a tingle went from the base of her skull down her spinal cord and back.

“Ay puchica,” she exclaimed. “Me gusta!”

“So if you like it up the butt, does that make you a slut?” the doctor asked.

Consuela crossed her eyes and tried to think. That did seem to make sense.

“I like eet up the butt,” she admitted. “And that makes me a slut.”

The probe in her ass agreed with her and everything was happiness and light.

“Conusela ees a mexi-slut because she likes it up the butt!” ChiChi agreed in a sing-song voice.

“Consuela is a mexi-slut because she likes it up the butt,” Dr. Corbin followed.

“Conusela ees a mexi-slut because she likes it up the butt!” Consuela sang along and the probe in her ass thrummed along

The three of them sang the song over and over with the probe in Consuela’s ass marking time. Nurse Muffy just giggled, not quite managing to get the words right when she tried.

“Jueputa! I am such a slut!” Consuela said once the song stopped and was rewarded with another buzz, but this one came from within her pussy.

“You like eet een the pussy too, though, don’t chu?” ChiChi asked. “Sos la pechocha que llena tu chocha?”

“I like eet een my pussy,” she agreed. “In mi chocha!”

The probe in her pussy sprang back to life and fireworks went off in her head.

Dr. Corbin and ChiChi and even Muffy explained how much she liked to fuck and taught her all sorts of new words to call the hot notch in her crotch. Then ChiChi went through lots and lots of things it was good to cry out when being fucked. Consuela repeated them louder and louder as the probes buzzed harder and harder.

She was flying high and the world was spinning round. Everything everyone told her was good and true and right and happy.

“You love dick, don’t you Counsuela,” Dr. Corbin asked

“I love deeck!” she cheered “I love deeck!”

“You love to suck dick,” he told her. “You are a great cocksucker.”

“I suck deeck! I yam Consuela Chupaverga!” she declared. “Yo soy Consuela Cocksucker!”

She shivered with pleasure and fulfillment. Everything was good here. Dr. Corbin adjusted the chair so she could see the screen above her. On the screen came scene after scene of Mexican women like herself being fucked, sucking dick, generally acting like whores as the probes in her throbbed and her head buzzed.

“So good…so good…me gusta…me gusta…” she sighed.

She didn’t know how long it lasted. She really didn’t care. But eventually the nice gringo doctor and her Dominican friend ChiChi were smiling at her and she was smiling back.

“How are you feeling Consuela?” the doctor asked.

“Muy bueno,” she said lazily. “So good!”

“And what do you remember about your past, back in Mexico” he asked.

Consuela screwed up her face, trying to think.

“I remember deeck,” she said, and smiled broadly. “I like deeck! Ay que puta que soy!”

“Well that’s very good, Consuela,” the doctor praised and the probes buzzed. “I’ve been investigating your past and I think the reason your memories are so fuzzy is that you just were never very smart to begin with.”

“I not very smart?” she asked, then the probes buzzed and she giggled. “I not very smart.”

She had a little orgasm.

“It’s good that you accept that, Consuela,” the Doctor praised. “You’re a Mexican bimbo and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud to be a Mexican bimbo.”

And suddenly she was filled with pride as the base of her skull buzzed.

“Iyam proud to be a Mexican bimbo!” she declared. “Bimbo mejicana! Soy la bimbo mas bimbo!”

She giggled and came.

“Bimbos Latinas are the best bimbos, yes?” ChiChi asked.

“Jes!” Consuela declared. “Brown bimbos are the best bimbos!”

The world exploded in sparkly pink stars.

“Consela? ConSUElaaa…” came the doctor’s voice.

“I yam Consuela,” she said, smiling.

“Good,” he said. “There is something I need you to understand before we end today’s session. You really don’t need to worry about your fuzzy memories.”

“No worries!” she declared and giggled.

“Your life before was bad and you don’t want to remember the details,” he explained. “Not when your life here in America is going to be so good and so happy.”

“Good by Mexico!” she said. “Now I yam a Mexican-American Bimbo!”

She shivered with pleasure.

“Well, you aren’t really here legally, you know,” he explained. “But American men love Mexican bimbos, so if you can show what a good bimbo you are, you shouldn’t have any trouble staying here. And you don’t want to go back to Mexico, do you?”

“No…no, I want to stay here,” she confirmed. “I want to stay here and be a good Mexican bimbo and get good American deek.”

The probes buzzed and she giggled while she came.

“That’s a good plan Consuela,” Dr. Corbin told her. “You keep listening to me, and I promise I’ll make sure we find a place where you can stay and use your bimbo skills to make sure you get plenty of dick.”

“I will listen,” she agreed. “But you might need to tell me more than once. I am not so smart, because I am a tonta bimbo.”

She quivered with the sheer relief of admitting it. ChiChi giggled and Consuela smiled at her friend. The Dominican was very pretty, but Consuela believed she was a bigger bimbo.

“Doctor Corbin?” she asked. “Can I maybe suck your deek? To say gracias for you helping me?”

“Why Consuela, that is a GREAT idea!” the doctor said. “You may be stupid but you do know just what to do to please a man, don’t you!”

Consuela giggled. The probes and straps receded and ChiChi helped her to her knees.

“Ay que grande!” she declared as the doctor revealed a cock unanticipated by his small stature.

The thought of cock in her mouth made her quiver and made her head tingle. But she wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t know why. She was sure she had done this many times before. But ChiChi came to her rescue, guiding her hands and her mouth and soon the doctor’s hard dick was between her lips. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Everything was so perfect! This was what she was born to do!

With ChiChi’s help, she began to bob her head along his shaft, pushing the man meat deeper and deeper, her mouth awash with horny saliva. As the cockhead reached the back of her throat, she feared for just a moment that she might choke, but instead her throat opened wide, embracing the dick and making her tingle all over. This was what her throat was for!

“Ay Puta!” ChiChi whispered. “You’re a great cocksucker! You suck that dick down Pechocha! You suck that dick down and everything gets good!”

“Unnnnnnnngh!” Consuela agreed and gently fingered the Doctor’s balls as she worked his cock deeper down her throat. ChiChi started kneading her titties and licking her ear as Consuela continued sucking and slobbering. Had sucking cock ever been this good? She figured it must be, but stupid Mexican bimbo that she was, she couldn’t quite remember.

* * *

Her Mexican flag bikini was soaked with sweat, as was her hair and her skin. ChiChi said she needed a shower and to have her hair done. Consuela very much agreed.

Soon she was in the shower. It felt so very nice, so very warm, so very sensual, especially when ChiChi started soaping up her luscious brown flesh. She watched the lather cover her big brown boobies and felt like such the Mexican bimbo that was, that she had always wanted to be, that was all that she could ever remember having been. Granted, she couldn’t remember hardly anything. But she did not care. What mattered was the now and right now a hot Dominican was washing her hot Mexican body in a hot soapy shower.

A fluffy towel job later and she found herself in a salon. An Asian woman that Consuela might have remembered, or might not, was happy to welcome her and promised to make her look very pretty. Soon a redhead joined them. The redhead seemed more familiar but Consuela really couldn’t say for certain. She really didn’t know much of anything, she realized, and giggled.

The redhead introduced herself as Muffy and little Asian with the big tits was Poontang. She repeated the names to herself, trying to remember them. She could forget her life in Mexico but she really should try to remember the nice people here at this place.

The gringa and the Asian giggled as they combed and curled her hair and did her makeup and her nails. She felt so pampered and so pretty and so good to be in the company of bimbos like herself. Once she was all gussied up, ChiChi brought her new outfit.

Consuela squealed when she saw it. It consisted of a pair of very tight, very short white shorts and a red and white striped soccer jersey that barely came halfway down her titties with the word BIMBO printed in bold letters across them. She remembered the logo from the bread back in Mexico and vaguely remembered the soccer team, but she felt so very proud to wear it now, her hard nipples protruding from the red and white striped fabric as it stretched across her big brown Mexican boobies.

“I have another surprise for you, Consuela,” said ChiChi. “The head of BTI, Mr. Fink, is so happy with your progress that he has decided we can all have a party! We will have a fiesta tonight and there will be men and there will be dick!”

The gringa and the Asian cheered Consuela. All four bimbos giggled in anticipation.

“Where are the men?” Consuela asked when ChiChi led her to a big conference room with a big table in the middle and ten couches around the periphery. ChiChi had been regaling her with tales of past parties as she had changed into her own party outfit, a silvery slip of the dress that tended to turn semitransparent wherever it pressed against the Dominican’s firm curves. Apparently the head of the clinic selected the hardest workers and let them attended parties with the bimbos. The idea of hard workers made Consuela moisten and tingle. She wanted to be worked hard!

“Ay, they don’t send then the men until we’ve had some dinner,” she explained. “I think Candyass tried to live on spunk once, but the silly gringa ended up passing out after just a couple days. We fuck hard, so we gotta eat. Fucking takes energy, you know?”

“Really?” Consuela asked.

“Oh fuck yeah!” ChiChi exclaimed. “I know shit like that. I went to college for like almost four months!”

“Wow!” Consuela exclaimed. “I didn’t never even see a college back in Mexico. I don’t think I even went to high school. It’s hard to remember.”

“That’s just cuz you’re dumb,” ChiChi said. “Lots of bimbos are dumb. Don’t worry about it. The best thing I learned in college was how to suck dick, and you totally know that! You got, like, a master’s degree in dickology!”

Consuela giggled, not knowing what her friend meant, but recognizing it as a compliment.

The food laden on the table reminded Consuela of home. Nachos and burritos and tacos were in abundance. Guacamole and salsa and bottles of hot sauce. Consuela picked up a big pickled jalapeno. She hesitated. She liked these, didn’t she? She was Mexican. She must like them.

She put the jalapeno between her lush lips. It burned, but as it burned, the was a tingle that went from her mouth up to her head and down to her crotch.

“Ay yay ay!!!” she exclaimed. “Me gusta!”

“You like chilé, eh?” ChiChi asked.

Consuela giggled.

“Chilé makes me horny!” she confessed.

“God, you are just so Mexican, pechocha!” ChiChi observed, and pinched her ass. “But I know what makes a Mexican bimbo REALLY horny!”

The Dominican lead her around the table to where a little bar was set up. A big bottle of tequila sat beside a pitcher of pink, slushy strawberry margaritas.

“I like tequila!’ Consuela exclaimed.

“Of course you do, Mejicana!” said ChiChi and poured her a tumbler full of the pink froth.

Conusela grabbed it and drank deeply, her tongue and brain tingling. The strawberry was so intense!

“Ay Dios! Ees so good!” Consuela exclaimed.

“You know it, pechocha!” said ChiChi, pouring one for herself. “We mix bimbo drops in with the tequila!”

Consuela giggled.

“What’s bimbo drops?” she asked.

“It’s like vitamins for bimbos,” ChiChi explained. “It’s good, no?”

“It’s good, yes!” Consuela agreed and gulped down her drink, then held out her empty glass for ChiChi to refill.

“Ah, here comes the girls!” ChiChi said as she refilled. “You gotta meet Candyass. She’ll get you ready for the guys.”

The redheaded gringa and the little curvy Asian that had helped make Consuela pretty had entered the room along with a blonde gringa in a white bikini with a rainbow of polka dots on it. The blonde looked vaguely familiar.

“Do I know her?” Consuela asked.

“Maybe,” ChiChi shrugged. “All gringas look alike, don’t you think?”

Consuela giggled. She had to admit it was true.

“Hey Candyass!” ChiChi called out. “Come over here! I got a treat for you!”

“Hi ChiChi!” the blonde said. “You have another Mexican for a friend now?”

“I tol’ you a hun’erd times you stupid bimbo, I ain’t no Mexican!” ChiChi said. “I’m Do…Min..i…can! Consuela here, SHE is Mexican! She got a real Mexican taco! Maybe this can finally show you the difference.”

Candyass giggled nervously.

“Mr. Lorenz told me if I don’t start eating more real food my titties are gonna get saggy,” she said, looking at the food laid out on the table.

“But it’s taco night,” ChiChi said. “And Consuela got the best Mexican taco you could ever eat, Candyass!”

The Dominican stroked Consuela’s crotch and she soaked the tight white fabric.

“You know you can’t help it, Candyass,” ChiChi said. “Eat the taco.”

Consuela drank her margarita, not knowing what was going on but liking that ChiChi had stroked her like that. Tequilla made her so horny.

And then the blonde was kneeling in front of her and pulling down her shorts.

“I can’t help it,” Candyass conceded. “I just can’t help it.”

And then the blonde was licking at Consuela’s pussy.

“Madre de Dios!” Consuela exclaimed. She must not have met the woman before. THIS she would remember!

ChiChi stood behind her and kneeded her titties from underneath, keeping her from falling over as the blonde devoured her. Consuela’s brain did flipflops and she sloshed her drink left and right, occasionally getting a bit her mouth.

“I am sush a slut!” she exclaimed. “Sush a mexi-slut! AyAyAyAy!”

A black woman with mind-blowing titties came into the room. She was wearing a tight, shorty zebra-stripped dress that gaped open to her navel. Her long nails had black and white zebra stripes as well, and her lip stick and eye makeup were done under a similar theme. Consuela felt so amazing, she wasn’t even sure the stunning black beauty was really and not some lesbian-induced hallucination. But the woman came up to her and talked like a real live bimbo.

“Hi! I’m Tittyfuck!” she said. “Mr. Fink said this party was for you! I guess that’s why Candyass is all face fucky on you!”

“She’s eating my taco!” Consuela exclaimed frantically. “Eating my Mexican taco! AyAyAyAy!!!”

The black woman giggled.

“I like you,” she said. “You’re a silly little slut.”

“Silly slut!” Consuela agreed, nodding and sweating and gushing on the gringa’s face. “Silly little mexi-slut. OH CHINGA MI MADRE!!!!”

She came and came and the room spun as ChiChi let her slump to the floor. ChiChi left her there and pulled the blonde off her as Candyass tried to get her face back to Consuela’s taco. Consuela noticed other bimbos entering the room and walking about eating, but she was having a hard time focusing. There wasn’t the promised dick, but it was a really nice party. When Consuela was finally able to get back on her feet and pull up her tight pants, there were at least a dozen beautiful bimbos in pretty slutty clothes eating her native food in her honor. A bit of guacamole had dripped onto the black woman’s tremendous left tit and Consuela giggled, traipsed up to her and sucked the avocado drip off.

“You’re titties are so grande!” Consuela told her.

“MmmHmmm!” the woman agreed. “They GREAT for fucking! That’s why I’m Tittiefuck!”

“Tittiefuck!” Consuela exclaimed and giggled, about to ask how it was done.

But then the conference room opened and all thoughts of another woman’s titties fled…

DICK! That was the only thought in her head, and by the sudden hush, it was clear her bimbo sisters had the same thought. Filing eagerly into the room was several hungry-looking men, none of which was looking at the buffet.

Candyass was the first one to squeal, but soon they were all exclaiming their delight to see the long-awaited men. Consuela didn’t know what to do. Was she supposed to pick? Would someone pick her? Men were rushing towards some of the other bimbos…many of them towards Tittiefuck and shuttling her away from Consuela and towards a couch. She looked around for ChiChi, trying to understand how it worked.

A short gringo with glasses approached her.

“Oh hey! You’re a new one, aren’t you?” he said.

Consuela giggled. She didn’t know what he meant and she didn’t care. A man was talking to her!

“I am a Mexican slut” she announced.

“I can see that,” said the gringo. “I’m Jerry. I was my department’s best identity theft specialist this month. I might’ve even hacked you! It’s hard to tell at this point.”

Consuela giggled.

“Wow!” she said “I don’t know what that means. I don’t think so good.”

“You don’t have to!” said Jerry. “I’m sure you’re good at other things.”

Consuela giggled.

“I suck dick!” she bragged.

“Really?” said Jerry “You know I have a dick”

“Wow!” said Consuela. “Can I suck it?”

“That’s what you’re here for right?” he said.

She giggled in agreement as the man undid his pants. Then Consuela squealed. He was already hard!

Soon she was on her knees her head bobbing about on his shaft, not a single thought disturbing her blissful facefuck, just feeling absolutely wonderful.

Once her mouth filled with spunk, Consuela quivered with joy. It tasted so good! Even better than tequila or jalapenos. She was so happy!

The man pulled his dick out of her mouth and wiped it on her for head. She giggled.

“I’m going to go grab a drink and check the line for Tittyfuck,” he said “But I am totally going to fuck you later.”

“Oh yes please” she said and giggled. “Conuela is a mexi-slut because she likes it up the butt!”

Consuela looked around the room all around her bimbos were fucking and sucking they were on top of tables on the floor and on the couches two large black men approached her

“Hi!” she said. “My name’s Consuela. I’m Mexican bimbo.”

She pointed to her shirt and jiggled her titties.

“Sounds spicy,” said one of the men. “And I hear you like it up the butt! I’m Don. This is Billy. We like to share.”

Consuela giggled.

“That’s so nice,” she said.

Soon she was being shared and it was indeed nice. Very, very nice as Billie’s thick dick was rammed down her throat Don plowed her up the ass. Consuela was in heaven. She was such a slut! It felt like this was her destiny.

Someone poured tequila down her throat and she gulped as vigorously as she had been gulping dick. She blinked cum out of her eyes and saw that it was ChiChi. ChiChi then tossed the tequila bottle in the corner and dragged her over towards the big conference table. “It’s your turn to eat Candyass,” said ChiChi.

Consuela giggled. ChiChi must be right. She dove between the blonde bimbos quivering pale thighs. Candyass hardly noticed, since her head was dangling over the other edge of the conference table and she had two dicks in her mouth. Consuela lapped up the spunk from the gringa’s taco as someone, she didn’t know or care who, began to fucker from behind. Everything was so perfect!

Consuela woke to ChiChi fingering her nipple.

“Good morning, Pechocha!” said ChiChi

“Hola,” said Consuela.

She blinked. With all the tequila she had drunk, she expected to be hung over. With all the dick she had taken, she expected to be sore. But she felt fine. Just a little sticky and thoroughly fucked.

“I have happy news for you, Consuela,” said ChiChi. “Mr. Fink wants to talk with you.”

“Who is Mr. Fink?,” asked Consuela.

“Ay!” said ChiChi. “He is the biggest man of all. He runs this place.”

“He wants to speak to me?” asked Consuela. “Yes, Pechocha! He wants to help you find a job!”

“A job in America? That would be great!” said Consuela

“Yes! But you want to make a good impression! Let’s get you cleaned up.”

ChiChi took her to the showers. It was wonderful and soapy, with much attention made to her crotch and her boobies. After toweling her dry, ChiChi lead her to the salon and dressed her in a Catholic schoolgirl’s uniform with a kilt that barely covered her ass, the white blouse tied beneath her massive brown boobs and a little gold crucifix dangling between them.

Muffy helped put her dark curly hair into pigtails with scrunchies the same color has her kilt. They added shiny black high-heeled Mary Janes and took her to an office that she might have seen before. She wasn’t sure.

Inside was a very well-dressed gringo.

“Ah! Consuela! So nice to meet you!” said the well-dressed man as ChiChi shuffled back and closed the door, leaving Consuela alone with the man who held her destiny in his hands. “I am Mr. Fink.”

“Very nice to meet you, Sir,” she said, her accent very thick. “Thank you so much for letting me stay here.”

Mr. Fink smiled we are always glad to help Mexican bimbo like you, Consuela,” he said. “But you can’t stay here forever, right?”

“No,” said Consuela. “I need to find a job. I came here to find a job.”

“I think you could do a very good job here,” said Mr. Fink “What skills do you have? What jobs can you do?”

Consuela frowned. She needed experience. No one would hire her without experience. Suddenly she was terrified that they would send her back to Mexico.

“I work very hard,” she told Mr. Fink.

“Yes, but what work do you do?” he asked. “What did you do in Mexico?”

Consuela tried to remember. Her memories were so fuzzy. But she blushed has she started to remember something.

“I was a whore,” she admitted, “I was a Mexican whore.”

“AH!” said Mr. Fink brightly. “So you must have many skills! You are good at getting men off, right?”

Consuela blushed and nodded.

“I suck dick,” she said. “I suck a dick very good.”

“Well!” said Mr. Fink. “That is a very good skill to have. Would you mind giving me a demonstration?”

Consuela blushed. The thought made her mouth water and her mind flip-flop she wanted it she wanted it so bad. But so much was riding on it! What if she didn’t do it right?

She closed her eyes. “Yo soy Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas,” she reminded herself. “I can do this!”

She got up and curtsied then knelt before the executive.

“Jes! Please, please let me suck it!” she begged.

Mr. Frank chuckled and took off his pants his cock was long and already hardening. Consuela squirmed with delight. This was what she was good at. This was her best skill. She would show him. She would show him that she was Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas and this blow job would lead to a real job and possibly more blowjobs she giggled and began to show Mr. Fink just how much of a whore she was.

Consuela stood up, wiping her mouth, deliriously happy.

“You want more?” asked Mr. Fink, grabbing an inhaler from his desk. He inhaled deeply and his cock rallied.

“Oh jes!” said Consuela. “Oh jes oh jes! More! I always want more!”

“Where do you want it?” asked Mr. Fink.

“Please, Sir, Up the ass!: she said. “Consuela is a Mexi-slut because she likes it up the butt!”

“I’m sure you do,” said Mr. Fink. “And that’s where I’m going to give it to you.

He bent her over his desk and flipped out her little kilt. He grabbed hold of her pigtails and soon she felt the large hard member pushing between her fleshy ass cheeks.

“Ay dios mio!” she said as he pushed against her sphincter. “Oh please! Oh jes! Oh si! Si! Si! Oh fuck! Chingame! Metamelo! Por el culo! Por el culo!”

Soon she was coming again, squealing and screaming and praying. The world was spinning. When at last he pulled out of her, santorum ran down her leg as she got up on unsteady feet and smiled dopily at Mr. Fink.

“You are a good lay,” he said. “A spicy little Mexican.”

“Gracias,” she said, beaming and swaying and tugging at a pigtail.

I think we can find a good job for you Consuela,” he said. “I will make calls and find a man who will really appreciate your talents.”

“Oh thank you, Sir! Thank you thank you thank you!”

“Of course, you are not here legally,” he pointed out. “If I get you a job you will have to stay with it. You won’t be able to complain.”

“I would never complain for a job,” said Consuela. “I would be very grateful. Very, very grateful. Especially if it is a job for a man who will fuck me like you Mr. Fink.”

“That is a good attitude to have Consuela,” said Mr. Fink because I guarantee ,once we find you a job, you will be thoroughly fucked.”

Consuela found herself once again in Dr. Corbin’s chair, its invasive probes humming in subtle anticipation. Her previous reluctance about the probes was a fuzzy memory, maybe even a strange dream that had never happened like the one about the white woman. How could she have ever not wanted her lovelies inside of her? And she always learned so much from Dr. Corbin in their sessions. Things that would be important for her to know if Mr. Fink could find her a job in America.

When ChiChi had led her to the counseling room, Consula had begun to self-lubricate in anticipation. Sight of the chair made her even wetter and she happily sat herself down and positioned her limbs in their straps. ChiChi had pushed the button that caused the probes to emerge from the chair and disappear inside of her coochi & culo, then the Dominican bimbo had left her to await the good doctor.

“Good morning, Consuela!” said the bald and bespectacled man as he came in with clipboard in hand. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Ay, Dios Mio!” Consuela said in her thick accent. “I yam, like, so muy mucho horny, Doctor Corbeen! Can you, maybe, just for a leetle, make the chair go all buzzy? I promise I weel be a good lil’ hoochie!”

“I know you will be, Consuela,” said the doctor. “But there are a few last things we need to go over first.”

Consuela’s face fell, but she said “Yes, Señor Doctor Sir.” and resolved to wait.

“Good submission, Consuela,” Dr. Corbin praised, and pushed a button that gave her a small but delicious orgasm.

“Well now,” said the psychologist once she had calmed down. “We’ve come a long way in you understanding who and what you are.”

“Jes!” Consuela said. “Thank juu, Doctor! I yam Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas. I yam a Mexican and a Mexicunt! I yam a Pechocha! I yam a bimbo! I yam a hoochie mama! Yo soy la puta mas puta!”

She quivered and clenched at the probes, remembering all the things Dr. Corbin had taught her like the good bimboslut that she was.

“But now, we need to give you tools to deal with your deep emotions,” Dr. Corbin said.

“Juu mean how I yam deeply horny?” Consuela asked hopefully.

“No, little hoochie bimbo, I mean your deep feelings of violation and degradation,” Mr. Corbin said.

“Que?” Consuela asked, not sure what he meant.

“I know you can’t face it consciously, Consuela, and that is a good thing!” he said. “You feel happy and horny like a good hoochie bimbo!”

Consuela giggled in agreement.

“But if you don’t find a way to deal with the deep-seeded anger, it can bubble up in unhelpful ways. So we’re going to help you develop a useful obsession that you can channel any negative emotions into a useful activity,” he explained.

“O.K.! Juu are the doctor,” she said, not understanding at all what he was getting at. That was understandable. He was a smart rich doctor and she was just a poor hoochie bimbo without papers.

The chair tipped back and there was a view screen above her. The chair began to buzz at the base of her skull. An image formed of a filthy kitchen, dirty dishes everywhere, spills and stains and dirt. Consuela felt a deep sense of revulsion, almost horror. A scowling blonde gringa began to fade into view over the picture and Consuela nearly vomited in fear and disgust.

“Constance” a soft voice whispered. “Constance. Constance”

Consuela was sure she was about to vomit. And then the gringa began to fade, and with it the nausea and fear and revulsion. The kitchen was becoming clean. Sparkling. Immaculate. Shiny.

“Que linda!” she exclaimed and a jolt of pleasure shot up and down her spine. Everything was so happy! But then the kitchen got dirty again. The bad feelings returned. The evil blonde gringa returned.

“No…no…no good,” she objected. “Clean it! Clean it! Ay que limpiar!”

And at her insistence, the gringa faded. The kitchen got cleaner. The happiness returned.

But then the image divided. The clean kitchen was side by side with a filthy, disgusting bathroom. Consuela’s stomach clenched.

“No…no…. Ay que limpiar! Clean! Clean it. Clean the baño!”

But the gringa’s face appeared over the image of the bathroom and it did not get clean. Consuela got more and more agitated.

“Go away Gringa bitch!” she demanded. “Go away and let me clean the baño!”

And the blonde face faded at her order and she willed the bathroom clean. Clean and sparkling and oh so happy! Consuela quivered and came.

But the gringa bitch was back in the kitchen and had made it all filthy again.

“Ay puta!” she spat “Go away! Vaya! Time to clean!”

The gringa faded. The kitchen got clean. The orgasm danced. The feeling of peace and security wrapped Consuela in a hug at her job well done.

But the bitch was in the bathroom again. She would show this gringa vieja that she couldn’t mess up Consuela’s house!”

And then there were 4 rooms. Then 9. Then 12. But Consuela knew what she had to do. She had to chase the gringa fea away and make the rooms clean. The gringa ran from room to room making messes but Conuela could clean them faster than the lazy bitch could mess them up. At last, the messy gringa gave up and with all 12 rooms cleaned, Consuela began to cum and cum and cum until she passed out.

She woke up naked in her mirrored room again. She looked around. There were her reflections staring back as always, but she hardly looked at them. It was the mirrors themselves she looked at. Had they always been this dirty? All speckled and spotted. It was horrible!

She went to the dresser, thinking she could wipe the spots off with her clothing, but she was so relieved to find that in the drawer was an apron, a kerchief, a bottle of window cleaner and a cloth and squeegee. She smiled happily, donned the apron, tied her hair back with the kerchief and got to work. Each spot looked vaguely like a blonde woman’s face, but she quickly got rid of each and every one. By the time she was done, she was so aroused, she sprawled on the floor and masturbated, thinking how sexy she looked there on the ceiling in her cleaning outfit. How she loved to clean! It made all the badness go away!

Consuela woke to ChiChi shaking her by the shoulder. She blinked, looking around, confused and disoriented, not sure how she had gotten into the small bedroom or what day it was.

“Wake up, Zorrina!” the buxom Dominican said brightly. “Mr. Fink, he found you a job! A rich man, oh so handsome, and with his wife out of the country even! We have to get you dressed! The man is waiting in Mr. Fink’s office!

Consuela came immediately awake. A job? She needed a job! She needed it badly! Dr. Corbin had told her so. That was why she had sneaked across the border! And rich men, well…nothing made her hornier!

“I searched and searched for you,” said ChiChi. “And I found the sexiest uniform ever!”

“Uniform?” Consuela asked.

“Ay, tonta!” said ChiChi. “Porsupesto, the rich man wants you for ama de casa! You need to show him you can fill out a maid’s uniform if you want him to take you!”

“A maid?” Consuela asks. “He wants me to be a maid?”

Her heart skipped a beat and her head swam at the implication.

“Ay dios mio!” Consuela exclaimed, grabbing her own tits and squeezing. “I…I never dreamed I could be so lucky! ChiChi, do ju really think he will want me?”

“He will once he sees your pechugonas in this!” she said, showing her a corn-flower blue apron trimmed in white lace. It had a square neckline that would reveal almost the entire top half of her jugs and the frilly skirt would reveal her ass at the slightest bend.

Consuela cooed appreciatively at the beautiful uniform her friend had found her and begged ChiChi to help her get it on. ChiChi tied the apron around her neck, adjusting it so that the aureoles of her nipples just barely peaked above the lace of the neckline. She teased out Consuela’s long dark hair and strategically laid one dark tress across Consuela’s big brown left boobie. The BimboTech girl tied the lace tie of the apron in a frilly bow , the long ends tickling Consuela’s curvaceous ass. The bottom fringe of the apron extended just a finger’s breadth beneath her coochie.

ChiChi covered said coochie, just barely, with a tiny white panty that rode high on her hips, the thong flossing her ass cheeks. She had Consuela step into a pair of blue slides with cork wedge heels. She completed the uniform with a blue kerchief tying back her hair, except for the stray lock that ChiChi made certain remained untamed and tickling her tit.

“That’s what the men like!” said ChiChi, giving Consuela’s nipples a pinch to make certain they would be prominent. “You’re a shoo-in for this job, little puta!”

“Ju really think so, ChiChi?” Consuela asked.

“If Mr. Fink speaks for you, says you’re ready, the man will know you’re qualified,” ChiChi reasoned. “And this gringo would have to be blind not so see you are a fine piece of ass!”

ChiChi slapped Consulea’s bare backside and she squealed and giggled.

“Now come on girl!” ChiChi said. “We have just enough time to stop by the salon and get Poontang to whore you up some!”

Five minutes later, with her lips a glossy blue, silver eyeshadow on her lids, heavy mascara and rouge, and big plastic hooker hoops in her ears, Consuela clopped on her high wedge heels towards Mr.Fink’s office, her stomach full of butterflies.

“Ah Consuela!” Mr. Fink exclaimed as ChiChi left her in the office. “You’re already in your uniform! Great! This is Mr. Goodwin. He is interested in giving you a job.”

The gringo stood up and devoured her with his eyes. He looked so familiar. Did she know him? Her head swam. She was so confused.

“Very nice to meet you Mr. Guudween,” she said. Her tongue feeling thick in her throat. “I...I....Ay Yi Yi!. Mr. Fink!…your windows...Que Sucio! May I clean them?”

“Of course Consuela,” said Mr. Fink “I still have some things to discuss with Mr. Goodwin that don’t concern a little wetback bimbo like yourself.”

“Thank you, Mr. Fink,” she said with a boob jiggling curtsy. “Excuse me Mr. Guudween.”

She traipsed over to the big windows looking down over the busy American street she pulled out a cloth from her apron pocket and began polishing the glass fogging it up with her hot breath then vigorously rubbing. She should be trying to impress her potential employer, but the windows were so dirty!

“Damn what an ass” Mr. Goodwin said “ab so fucking incredible”

“Yes Consuela is very generous portion of ass” Mr. Fink conceded “But before you interview her for the maid position I thought I should tell you what we’ve discovered about your wife Constance.”

Consuela shuddered. The window was so dirty. She looked around the room found a chair and drug it over to the window. She climbed up unsteadily on her high heels. It was difficult to stand like that, but the window needed to be cleaned! She delicately spat into the cloth and resumed rubbing with vigor.

“My wife?” The man exclaimed confused.

“Yes. Ss far as anyone can tell, Constance got so mad at you that she up and left the country,” Mr. Fink said. “She sent out several emails saying she couldn’t stand being on the same continent with you. She even left a few distraught voicemail for family and a few close friends

“Really?” he asked .

“Yes. A shame she couldn’t actually speak to someone, but she was clearly in a hurry, especially after withdrawing such a healthy sum from your joint bank account. Several neighbors saw her putting luggage into your Yukon and driving off in a huff though.”

“Where was I?” Mr. Goodwin asked.

“Well, after Constance kicked you out of the house, you’ve been spending a lot of time at The Wiggle Room and Num Nums. You’ve actually made a few friends there and all the bartenders know your name and your favorite drinks, since you’ve been tipping them very well”

“Oh… Well… I suppose that I would have to…” said Mr. Goodwin

“Yes, well, deluxe service isn’t cheap” Mr. Fink conceded “Speaking of which, your wife apparently flew off to Belgium first-class. Once she gets settled I’m sure she’ll post some nice low-resolution pictures to social media. She’ll hire an attorney to take care of her affairs here in the states. Of course, it’s so hard to pick a good attorney, especially when you’re doing it from overseas. You’d be surprised how many law firms in this town have secretarial staff and paralegals that are, quite frankly, incompetent bimbos. The attorneys sometimes forget their clients’ best interests with all the distractions around.

Mr. Goodwin chuckled nervously.

“I don’t think Constance will mind much though” Mr. Fink continued she seems to want to start life afresh. A life event like this tends to change people and I wouldn’t be surprised if she started alienating her friends and family here in the states. Phone service is so irregular there in rural Belgium and it is hard to maintain a relationship over the Internet. if a few months from now she met a Russian banker or a Greek businessman who swept her off her feet and took her home with him, I doubt that that at that point much of anyone will much care to find out her exact whereabouts”

“No… I… I guess not” Mr. Goodwin conceded “She was always such a cold bitch I imagine it could happen just like you say.”

“Yes” said Mr. Fink “It is a remarkably common story these days. But enough about Constance I think you are you going to be very impressed with the candidate we found to be your new maid!”

He stood up and cleared his throat.

“Consuela, you have done such a good job cleaning the windows!” Mr. Fink said.

At the complement of her cleaning, Consuela clenched her fists and shuddered as a small orgasm racked her body. She was so good at cleaning! Nothing else mattered. She turned to the men and curtsied precariously there on the chair.

“Gracias Mr. Fink,” she said. “I can clean more if you like!”

“No, not right now,” said Mr. Fink. “Right now you need to introduce yourself to Mr. Goodwin.”

Mr. Goodwin stood up. Consuela didn’t recognize him. She knew that now. She was sure that she never would have met such a nice man in Mexico. She stepped cautiously down from the chair and traipsed in her shiny shoes over to her potential employer.

“Tell him your full name Consuela” urged Mr. Fink

“Yes sir. My name is Consuela. Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas.”

Upon saying her name she quivered and tingled. Everything was alright. Everything was just fine. She was going to get this job. She just knew it.

“My what a lovely name Consuela” said Mr. Goodwin “A lovely name for a lovely Latin lady”

Consuela giggled and blushed and wiggled her titties.l

“We have a special interview room just perfect for getting to know Consuela’s talents,” said Mr. Fink. “I’ll call someone to take you there”

Mr. Fink pushed a button on his desk soon a black woman with a mind blowing rack barely contained in yellow and black vinyl dress that matcher her nails came into the office. Consuela immediately recognized the woman by her boobies. She grinned nervously at Tittyfuck and the receptionist waved back at her.

“Titty, dear, please take Consuela and Mr. Goodwin to the kitchenette,” said Mr. Fink

Consuela noticed that Mr. Goodwin was staring at Titty’s rack. Se swallowed hard. She was losing his attention. Thinking fast, she dropped the polishing cloth she still held in her hand, said “Woopsie!” and bent over to pick it up, turning her ass towards Mr. Goodwin and taking her time to pick it up as she wiggled her butt back and forth.

“Work your ass,” ChiChi had told her. “Gringos love a fine Latina ass.”

Mr. Goodwin took the bait and pinched her ass she squealed and popped up right making her own boobies jiggle chaotically in her blue maid’s uniform. She turned at her waist to show off her jiggling juggs while still demonstrating her ass. She said a little prayer of thanks for ChiChi’s counsel. As the receptionist led them out of Mr. Fink’s office and down hallway, Mr. Goodwin’s hand returned to Consuela’s ass. Her pussy gushed and her mind did flip-flops. She would get this job. She was sure of it!

* * *

They slipped past Tittyfuck when she showed them the open door to a small kitchen. The receptionist gave Consuela a good luck boob squeeze as Consuela passed.

“Ju want to interview me in the kitchen?” asked Consuela

“Yes! Mr. Fink said you are very good at scrubbing the floor,” said Mr. Goodwin “I would really like to see you in kneepads”

He pointed and Consuela saw that there was a bucket of soapy water with a pair of kneepads beside it “Oh yes! Yes, Mr. Guudween!” she nodded enthusiastically. “I will scrub the floor! I will scrub it very clean!”

She went over to the bucket and strapped the kneepads on. She got down on her hands and knees and began scrubbing the floor vigorously. As she did so, her large brown Mexican boobies jiggled and bounced. Her round Mexican ass wiggled and strained. Mr. Goodwin walked around her watching with delight. Consuela scrubbed even harder. She was so good at this. She felt so perfect.

“So tell me about your self Consuela” said Mr. Goodwin. “But keep scrubbing.” Consuela continued to scrub the floor looking up at Mr. Goodwin so that he had a clear view of her cleavage in her little maid’s uniform.

“Well, my name is Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas and I am from Mexico” she said “I have always wanted to come to America and get a job for a rich gringo. I am not very smart, but I work very hard I like to clean. I really like to clean”

She crawled around on the floor so she could wiggle her ass at him as she scrubbed harder and harder. She hoped he liked her ass “Yes, I can see you like to work hard. You work it really, really hard, don’t you Consuela.”

“Ay Papi! JES Mr. Guudween! I working very very hard!” she said.

“I have a very big house and it would be just you and me, with you cleaning the whole thing. Would you be okay with that?” asked Mr. Goodwin

“Oh Si, Mr. Guudween. Jes Sir!” Consuela said. “I weel work very hard in jur beeg house for ju!”

“And what kind of a person are you, Consuela” asked Mr. Goodwin. “If I’m bringing someone into my house, I need to know what kind of person she is.”

“I… I yam… I yam a slut” Consuela confessed “I yam not so smart, but I yam very very horny.”

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of” said Mr. Goodwin “I’m very very horny myself”

“Do I make ju horny, Mr. Guudween?” she asked hopefully.

“Seeing you down there on your knees scrubbing the floor like that in that little slut suit? Yes. Yes, Consuela. You make me very, very horny” said Mr. Goodwin .

“I suck dick!” Consuela said getting up on her knees “I suck dick very muy bueno!”

“Mr. Fink told me that about you, Consuela” said Mr. Goodwin “He said you were a grade a nympho cocksucker. In fact, that was one of the reasons I wanted to interview you. I must admit, I find it a little hard to believe you are as good as he says you are.”

“Oh please, Mr. Guudween! Let me show ju! Let me show ju how I can suck dick!”

“I suppose that’s only fair,” said the gringo, strolling over to lean back against the sink an unzipping his pants. “Show me what a cocksucker you are, Consuela. Show me that you’re worth what I’m paying.”

“Oh yes, Gracias” she exclaimed, and waddled towards him on her knees, the knee pads clacking against the tile, her boobies swaying from side to side. ”Ju will see. I will suck muy bueno!”

Consuela peeled the man’s pants down past his knees and teased his cock out of his fly. Her mouth watered. She would show him just how good she could suck dick.

“I am Maria Consuela Chupaverga de las Tetas,” she reminded herself “I am a Mexican slut!”

Everything was as it should be and she wanted this more than anything. She took his cock in her mouth and baptized it with spit as it filled her with pleasure and purpose.

“Oh that’s right!” Mr. Goodwin praised. “That’s right Consuela! Oh what a fine Mexican whore you have become!”

Her pussy gushed at the compliment and she redoubled her efforts, trying her best to remember all the little tricks her bimbo friends had taught her. Consuela so wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted it more than anything at that moment as he clutched her hair and called her a whore.. She couldn’t imagine anything more prefect.

But then he was pulling her head back off his shaft.

“No! I want more! I want more dick!” she begged, but then she remembered her friend Poontang telling her how much men liked to cum on her face and so she smiled. “You can cum on my face! Yes, please, por favor! Cum on my face! Cum on my Mexican titties!”

Mr. Goodwin chuckled.

“I’m sure I will eventually,” he said. “But before I make my decision, there’s just really one more thing I need to know. Consuela: do you take it up the ass?”

Consuela shuddered violently as she orgasmed with the realization that she had just nailed the job interview.

“OH JES Mr. GUUDWEEN! Oh jes oh jes oh jes! I love to take dick up the ass! Please, Mr. Guudween! Please, please, please fuck my Mexican ass!”

“Up you go, Hoochie Coochie!” he said, holding out a hand to help her up. He positioned her in front of the sink and she grabbed hold of the edge with one hand and raised the frilly skirt of her maid’s uniform with the other.

“I yam jus a mexi-slut who likes to take it up the butt!” she assured her new employer.

And as he plowed his hard dick between her cheeks and deep in her culo, she knew she was the luckiest Mexican this side of the border.

Consuela left Mr. Goodwin sleeping and thoroughly spent in the big bed that he told her he had once shared with his wife. Her head was still buzzing with the thorough fucking he had given her, but she needed to clean the kitchen. She wanted to make sure she was able to keep such a great job in such a beautiful house with such a handsome and virile employer. And besides, she was in her maid’s uniform. One of many her generous employer had bought for her. This one was pink.

As she put on her knee pads and scrubbed the floor, her brown boobies jostling vigorously and unappreciated in her uniform, she dreamed about what it would be like if Mr. Goodwin’s wife never came back. That would be so great! If that happened, maybe Mr. Goodwin would marry Consuela and make her a rich socialite. She fantasized about Mrs. Goodwin coming back after many years, destitute and ugly, and Mr. Goodwin introducing Consuela as his new, better wife. He would hand the former Mrs. Goodwin a maid’s uniform and the white woman would promise to work hard for Consuela and do everything she ordered.

Consuela knew it was just a silly fantasia. But she would be the most meticulous housekeeper and the most passionate, compliant lover that Mr. Goodwin could hope for in the small hope that, one day, her dream would come true.

Still, she needed to be practical she realized. Looking around to make sure no one was looking, she climbed up on a step ladder to reach the top shelf of a kitchen cupboard. With the short skirt of her uniform, she realized anyone in the room would be able to look up and see her coochie-coochie. She would have to find excuses to climb up when Mr. Goodwin could see. For this, though, she was glad of privacy.

In the back of the top shelf she found a large mahogany case with a combination lock. Consuela closed her eyes and mouthed a prayer for luck, then guessed at the combination. Her heart thrilled as it opened on her first guess!

Inside was Mrs. Goodwin’s great-grandmother’s antique silver. Consuela had no idea how she knew this but it wasn’t something she was going to think about. She needed to get the set hidden under her little bed in the maid’s quarters before Mr. Goodwin woke up and found her stealing. She could pawn the cutlery when she went grocery shopping.

Consuela knew it was a sin and she knew Mr. Goodwin deserved better from her. But he would never miss it with his wife out of the country. And if Mrs. Goodwin ever did come back, Consuela would need money. She was only the maid, after all. Mr. Goodwin would never choose her over his wife and make his wife the maid. Still, it was a nice fantasy. Consuela dwelt on it as she went back to the kitchen and resumed scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees.

The End