The
Border Patrol Chief reached across the table and slapped the little Mexican bitch
across the face. The Chief and been
confronted with trouble by his seventeen year old house maid for the last
time. In the last month she had tried to
run away three times and it was a constant fight trying to stop her from
sneaking out in the middle of the night. If she wasn't worth so much money he would pull out his dick and have some fun and then his pistol to finish her and dump her into the river at the U.S. and Mexican border. It wouldn't be the first time that he had to dispose of one of these disposable girls on the border. The Border Patrol Chief had lived along the border his entire life and always enjoyed crossing the river and getting some two dollar girl and a bottle of booze. Over the years, it got better, now the girls swim over to his side, always wanting some food and cash so he had great fun defending the United States from wetbacks.
The
Chief liked them young and enjoyed housing them until he could trade them off
or sell them down the road. The chief
lived in a very handsome house trailer only a few miles from the border so he
would take a few of the pretty wetback girls home for safe keeping. He would feed them and wash them and stretch them out having sex with them day and night. The women were better for him but these young girls were around most of the time and a few slaps across the face would settle them down. He had to tie up a few of them and bend them offer and spank their brown asses but it wasn't too often. The young girls crossing the borders these days were ripe for the picking so the Chief always had his choice.
The
Border Patrol Chief knew he was breaking the law but there were so many young
girls that a few going missing would never be noticed. The one today, giving him all the trouble, he paid a little more for and he was sure that she would fetch a good price. Young, lean and pretty.
This
one, had been assigned to clean the kitchen and the bedroom but the pretty
little thing had different ideas. The Chief knew the wetbacks were lazy but this one had it down to an art form. She wanted to eat and sleep but didn't want to cook or clean. He had played around with her a few times and she gave him a couple of good jobs late at night but that was about all. He didn't want to scare her off or damage the merchandise. Young pussy like that was worth a lot of gold. Those oil kings would buy them by the dozen so the Chief and other agents had bigger plans down the road.
The Chief had taken some nude pictures of her and she hadn't liked the idea of his orders to take her clothes off. Maybe she didn't like the idea of him playing with himself as she undressed. She would get a good price once the pictures were posted under Undesirable on Internet.
He would take bids on the girls and the nude pictures always upped the price. She had a slender and firm body that the Chief would test before he shipped her out. So she sat across the table this morning crying again wanting to take off to join up with her family in New York City. She told the Chief that her family had paid many people to help her come up from the south of Mexico and wanted to leave. The Chief had heard all the crying before and was watching the news as she wiggled her tight little ass on the hard wood chair. She told him that she would ..do him..if she could leave when they were done.
The Chief smiled at the offer and leaned across the kitchen table and slapped her so hard she fell to the floor. The young illegal girl tried to jump up but her bare feet tripped again on the tile and fell face down. The Chief looked at her ass and watched the news at the same time. The minority leader of the house of representatives was coming to town this week to check out the borders. The Chief also knew it was for picture taking only as the U.S. border had been open for fifty years or more.
The Chief had taken some nude pictures of her and she hadn't liked the idea of his orders to take her clothes off. Maybe she didn't like the idea of him playing with himself as she undressed. She would get a good price once the pictures were posted under Undesirable on Internet.
He would take bids on the girls and the nude pictures always upped the price. She had a slender and firm body that the Chief would test before he shipped her out. So she sat across the table this morning crying again wanting to take off to join up with her family in New York City. She told the Chief that her family had paid many people to help her come up from the south of Mexico and wanted to leave. The Chief had heard all the crying before and was watching the news as she wiggled her tight little ass on the hard wood chair. She told him that she would ..do him..if she could leave when they were done.
The Chief smiled at the offer and leaned across the kitchen table and slapped her so hard she fell to the floor. The young illegal girl tried to jump up but her bare feet tripped again on the tile and fell face down. The Chief looked at her ass and watched the news at the same time. The minority leader of the house of representatives was coming to town this week to check out the borders. The Chief also knew it was for picture taking only as the U.S. border had been open for fifty years or more.
The
Chief was in business, selling pretty young girls over the internet and with
some intrigue he hoped to sell this one to a guy in France. The bids in gold
went up a lot after he posted the nude pictures of the seventeen year old girl,
laying on his bed, her legs gently posed to reveal her beauty and her left hand
placed on her flat tummy. He knew she was twenty seven years old but a little lie about the age brought better pricing. She had some documents with her that proved her name and age but the Chief had put them to flame in the barrel out back. She was twenty seven years old, one year of college and had worked her way through school cleaning tables and cooking over hot grills. If he listed her real age the price would drop so he just lied to make more money. Its not like he gave refunds.
In the meantime she was to work and clean and offer other services to the Chief but she was proving troublesome. He had locked her up last night in the secret compartment under his trailer but let her out this very morning and gave her some water. He was starting to wonder if she was really seventeen because she was crafty and had to be watched.
In the meantime she was to work and clean and offer other services to the Chief but she was proving troublesome. He had locked her up last night in the secret compartment under his trailer but let her out this very morning and gave her some water. He was starting to wonder if she was really seventeen because she was crafty and had to be watched.
This
poor and ignorant girl would bring a good price and with the river bank full of
pretty young girls now his cunning business was getting better by the day. Just the other day he turned down a few fair looking girls because they had bad teeth and tattoos. Bad teeth dropped the prices on the other end. A tight little ass and large breasts were the ticket to his prosperity.
He
got this one by wading across the river and grabbing her by her hair and
dragging her into the United States.
This little immigrant bitch was from Juarez and the coyotes was given
five hundred dollars in cash by the Chief and it only took thirty seconds. At least a couple of times a month the Chief would cross the river into Mexico and shop the girls. You could go down there and they always had a few of the best looking ones locked up and on display. It was a cash business and they wouldn't last long as big money guys bought them by the car load. Vegas was full of wetback whores and Atlantic city was right behind them.
The
Mexicans didn't want her so the Chief loaded her up into his Border Patrol SUV
and took her home.
The
Chief had one prominent worry, too many girls would lower the price and his
first job was to keep the price up. He
cleverly concealed his girl smuggling business and had been doing it for a
while, enough to buy him a new car, some nice guns and a lot of booze. This one newspaper gave him a cash bribe to tell his story about how safe the borders were now since the President changed everything. A T.V. crew interviewed him but he never saw it on T.V. but the men at work said he looked good.
The
immigration laws under this administration made it easy to get girls because
they showed up at the border almost naked and always hungry and afraid. One guy from San Francisco would buy two or three workers for his restaurants every month or so for $2,000 each. The old Chief would provide them with false
documents so there would be no confusion when he transported them via the road or to the
airport for their one-way flights. One prince or something from Qatar paid him $10,000 in cash, and sent a plane to pick the young wetback up. Last he heard she was then sold to some other prince in Saudi Arabia and they had about killed her by having sex with her day and night. The Chief knew that it sucked to be a wetback but that wasn't his problem. The government lets them in so if he didn't find them a home they would starve to death on American streets.
If
he couldn't sell a girl for one reason or another he would just rent them out
to young Marines that always wanted a sweetheart for an hour or so. The Chief
wondered if this one would wiggle under him as he pulled her cotton brown dress
up revealing her nudity and virginity. She was still laying on the floor and her naked ass was more than tempting.
Reaching
down he started rubbing her upper thighs and wondered if she was diseased in
any way at all. You had to be careful because a lot of these wetbacks were dirty and had a host of medical problems. He decided to examine
her closely and just like last time dropped his pants revealing his own urgency.
He rolled her over on her back and rubbed his manhood on her breasts and he leaned forward so she could better serve him and told her "we got a deal" "you do a good job and get a bus ticket" Keeping a close vigil over her for about an hour or so the Chief wondered if this gravy train would ever be stopped by the President.
He rolled her over on her back and rubbed his manhood on her breasts and he leaned forward so she could better serve him and told her "we got a deal" "you do a good job and get a bus ticket" Keeping a close vigil over her for about an hour or so the Chief wondered if this gravy train would ever be stopped by the President.
Besides,
he was the law and served up his justice as deep as he could, as she wiggled
her sweating nude body under him and arched her back to accept every inch, as she started to cry, his explosion was incredible and his entire weight was pushing farther inside, incredibly at the same time she gripped the large kitchen knife in her right hand and as he pushed deep inside her she plunged the stainless steel knife into his back and whispered in his ear "you got a deal" as the Chief almost fell off her, gasping for breath, his shrinking justice twitching inside her as his blood flowed to the floor.
Rosa got out from under him but the Chief was alive so she sat there and watched him. She wondered why a man with a badge would rape her with his little white pecker and then beat her for not cleaning his toilet. She rubbed his mess off her naked tummy and cleaned his seed off her mouth and sat there just watching him. She wondered why any man would do these things, leaving the borders open to young girls and even children now so they could be taken to dark places and forced to work and service rich men.
She had killed her first master in America, the rest would be easier.
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Rosa got out from under him but the Chief was alive so she sat there and watched him. She wondered why a man with a badge would rape her with his little white pecker and then beat her for not cleaning his toilet. She rubbed his mess off her naked tummy and cleaned his seed off her mouth and sat there just watching him. She wondered why any man would do these things, leaving the borders open to young girls and even children now so they could be taken to dark places and forced to work and service rich men.
She had killed her first master in America, the rest would be easier.
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