"How do you feel, rubia? Tell me how you feel."
"I can't describe it," she whimpered.
"Good?"
"Oh, yes… oh good God, yes!"
"You've seen Rosa with the donkey, haven't you?"
Ruth nodded weakly.
"From now on you're the donkey girl, rubia. Tonight you will take Rosa's place. I don't think she hears me."
Ruth did hear him, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. The heroin had transported her to a state of complete euphoria. She couldn't be alarmed at such a minor thing as being coupled with a donkey – not when she wouldn't even have cared if her head was cut off.
But the heroin had worn off when Pico came for them that night. Jose was with him, and it was obvious he felt angry with Paula for stealing his keys.
"Don't give us any more heroin," Ruth pleaded. "Don't get us hooked."
"Can you face the donkey without it?"
"Oh, Lord… I was hoping I'd dreamed that."
"No. You're the star of the show. The donkey will ride you tonight."
Ruth glanced frantically about, her upper lip twitching. Finally she nodded. "But no more heroin."
Pico grinned. "None for now. Later… we'll wait and see. Come. The customers are waiting."
The show was already in progress when the mother and daughter reached the little area at the side of the small stage. Two of the girls were on the bed performing a sixty-nine, the bright spotlight revealing their every movement to the many men in the large barroom.
"Take off your clothes, rubia."
The donkey was nowhere in sight, but Ruth didn't ask why as she stripped obediently and stood shivering while the two girls moved off the stage.
"Jose," Pico said. "You know what to do."
Jose nodded, then grabbed Paula and flung her out to the center of the stage. Applause came from the audience as Paula fell, screaming, to the floor.
Before Paula could get to her feet, Jose was looming over her, lifting her, jerking her head back and slapping her.
"Why, Jose?" Paula sobbed. "Why?"
His eyes softened a little as he took her in his arms and kissed her roughly. Then he pushed her away and began ripping off her clothes.
Only half aware of what was going on, Paula glanced out at the leering men as Jose's big hands ripped her clothing to shreds and jerked her to and fro. Frightened and ashamed – being naked in front of all those customers wasn't like being naked with one at a time – Paula stood trembling as Jose quickly stripped off his clothing.
When he stepped from his shorts, Paula stared fixedly at his large black cock. It stood out from his body, hard and throbbing. Under other circumstances she would have welcomed the sight. But this was different. Where his massive cock had given her pleasure in their tender private moments, it now scared her. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, but somehow she knew it would cause her pain rather than pleasure. Splat!
Her head jerked to the side from the force of his slap. Then his hands were on her shoulders, pushing down hard, buckling her knees and forcing her to the floor. Instinctively she grabbed his muscular thighs, holding to them and sobbing as he grasped her head and began slapping her face with his heavy dick.
Confusion overwhelmed Paula. She clung desperately to Jose's thighs, his hard prick banging against one cheek, dragging across her eyes, then whapping from the other side and moving back again and again.
Though she refused to accept it at first, Paula realized her pain and deep humiliation were rapidly turning into masochistic pleasure. Soon, however, she gave in to the new sensations bombarding her confused mind. Moaning deliriously, she started kissing and licking the black cock as it crossed her face.
It was what Jose had been waiting for. He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back, then thrust his cock deep into her gaping mouth.
Unable to help herself, knowing full well that every eye in the place was glued on her and Jose, Paula dug her fingernails into his tensed thighs and sucked rapaciously on his thrusting dick. Her cheeks hollowed obscenely; her lips distended grotesquely.
A loud slurp echoed lewdly in her ears as Jose pulled his wet dong from her harshly sucking mouth. She grimaced in pain as his hands hooked under her arms and lifted her face to his. Then his lips covered hers, his tongue slipping wetly between them to fill her mouth.
As she threw her arms around him and sucked his tongue, she felt him moving his hands down to her hips, gripping her, moving her secretion-drenched pussy to the head of his cock. It spread her hairy lips. The head popped in. Jose's hands left her hips and she slid jerkily onto his long rod.
"Ohhh… oh, darling!" she gasped, their bellies slapping together as the last inch of his shaft slid into her.
He grasped her legs and pulled them around him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried, locking her ankles.
Gritting his bared teeth, Jose hooked his fingers over her shoulders and yanked her arms loose, pushed her backward, then let her upper body fall till she hung suspended on his thick cock.
"Help me!" she wailed, trying desperately to grab him.
He took her hands so she wouldn't fall completely, but he wouldn't lift her back up. Then, with her body hanging from his, he began hunching rapidly.
"It hurts," she moaned, raising her head and looking at the knot his glans brought as it pressed upward against the wall of her abdomen. The knot moved up and down her stomach as he went on thrusting.
Gripping his hands for dear life, Paula shuddered and moaned. She felt dizzy as he bounced her back and forth, making her buttocks bump rapid-fire against him and her long hair sway wildly.
"Good… oh, it hurts so good!"
Jose walked to the bed, dropped her shoulders to it, then bent over her and fucked like a madman till Paula was yelling at the top of her lungs with a tremendous orgasm and his cock was spurting a massive load of hot cum directly into the mouth of her spasming womb. She was so weak he had to carry her offstage.
"Now, rubia," Pico said as Jose carried Paula, panting breathlessly, past them, "it's your turn to perform."
The two Latin men were already bringing the platform on-stage, and Ruth could hear the donkey's hooves clattering even before she saw Rosa leading him in. She hugged herself and shivered, then Pico was dragging her on-stage.
The applause for Paula and Jose had barely stopped. When the audience saw Ruth being brought reluctantly onto one side of the stage and the shaggy donkey on the other, they yelled and clapped louder than ever.
Her body jerking convulsively with nearly paralyzing fear, Ruth blinked numbly and stared at the bright spotlight.
"Here's your lover," Pico smirked, pushing her so close to the smelly beast her tits mashed against his coarse hair. "Put your arms around him. Hug and pet him."
"Don't make me do this," Ruth begged. "I can't go through with it. I'll be a good whore. I'll work hard for you… but don't make me perform with this awful beast!"
Pico shrugged. "If you really don't want to… but I think you should consider."
"What do you mean?"
"Either the donkey fucks you or I give you and Paula heroin again… and again… until both of you will gladly do absolutely anything and everything I ask of you."
"Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes, rubia. I'll have my way. Count on it."
All resistance seeped out of Ruth. She knew she would already do anything he told her in order to keep him from turning Paula into a drug addict. Taking on the donkey was a terrible price to pay, but she had no choice. Feeling faint, she forced herself to put her arms around the animal's neck. His stiff hair felt like a million pins to her skin, but she hugged him and stroked him.
"That's better," Pico said. "Okay, enough petting."
She took her arms away and stepped back. The donkey turned his head and rubbed her stomach with his nose. Ruth automatically cringed away.