Cordonez makes her an offer

Cordonez wrapped his arms around her, and it made her gasp in surprise. "I can stop now," he whispered. "I won't do a cavity search and I may just let you go if you accept my offer, puta."

"I'm not a puta!" Nancy shot back.

"Oh, but you are whatever I say you are. You are a puta, and I also think you are a mule. You give me a hard time, you dumb American bitch, and you'll go to jail. The sentences for possession are steep enough, especially on foreigners like you. But a mule? Now there's a different story. You may be lucky if you ever see the light of day ever again. Now, what's it going to be?"

Nancy sighed deeply. "What is it you want?"

"Let's just say I would like to do my cavity search with a different tool in mind."

"You want to fuck me?" she should have saw this coming, but the entire ordeal had her on edge.

"Did I say that?" he teased. "No, no, no, no, no! I sad I wanted to use a different tool to do my cavity search. I didn't say anything about fucking you." He pulled out his long, hard cock and let its pulsing stiffness nestle itself between her open thighs.

Nancy gasped again. This couldn't be happening. It only happened in the movies. Right? She could feel the length and girth of his penis as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, sliding between her thighs. Then he suddenly stopped and pulled away from her.

"Tell you what," he whispered. "I will give you some time to think about it, alone. But I'm taking your luggage and your clothes with me, so don't think about trying to escape. There is no escape for you. There are only two choices."

That being said, he gathered up Nancy's discarded clothes and stuffed them into her luggage, then left her alone to contemplate her fate.