Time to leave

Cordonez took another moment to let the Latina marinate in the desperation of her own situation. Seeing the confident woman that had been ready to just stroll past him half an hour ago now so utterly changed gave him a huge kick. Glancing at his watch, however, he realized that it was time to move. They had places to be after all…

He smiled as he produced another strap from his pocket, this one a mixture of shiny metal and leather. The woman shuddered as he stepped up close behind her, sensing him, but when she tried to straighten, Cordonez easily pushed her back down onto the table.

“Stay!” he growled, like she was a dog, and in her current mental state it was enough to make her comply. Satisfied he reached out with both hands and she gasped as the cool strap was wrapped around her petite neck. This one didn’t have a simple buckle, but it was secured by an actual lock that would withstand any physical **** the wearer could likely muster. Cordonez smiled as he turned the key, pocketed it and stepped back.

“Up!” he demanded, watching eagerly to see her comply.

Nancy gave an unwilling moan through her gag. She felt mentally exhausted already and she knew that things were far from over. With one hand, she reached for her neck and tugged at the collar, which clung tightly to her throat and she felt a shudder of humiliation. Defeated, she stood up straight.

“Turn towards me!”

Cordonez watched with satisfaction as his prisoner complied, her head hanging low in shame. It seemed she was unable to meet his eyes. Good!

He took a moment to drink in her naked form once more, admiring the pretty pussy and the nice, firm tits. The ring gag was forcing her face into a caricature of surprise with her mouth gaping wide, taking away her dignity to his utter amusement and he could see the discomfort in her eyes when she finally managed to look up at him.

Those pretty eyes widened when she saw him pull a small remote from his pocket and she gave a gasp that almost sounded pleading when he pushed a button.

BZZZZZZZZT!

Nancy’s entire body suddenly buckled and twitched as electricity caused her muscles to clench to the point of pain. She would have screamed, but found that she couldn’t, but the pain she felt was immense. Her knees gave away and she dropped heavily to the floor, then to all fours, still shuddering.

Then it was gone. Nancy blinked as the echoes of sharp pain reverberated through her body, leaving her naked form slumped on the floor. A pathetic-sounding whine escaped her lips and she needed a moment before she could lift her head to look up at her tormentor, fresh tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s a shock collar! Electricidad!” Cordonez explained needlessly, a gleeful grin on his face, “We use it on bad dogs… You’re my bitch now!”

He pressed the button again and this time Nancy screamed. Her legs kicked out and she fell flat on her face, all four limps shaking spastically. Somewhere in the far distance she could hear the customs officer laugh at her as he kept the button pressed for several seconds, then let go, leaving her breathless, sobbing on the floor.

“Hey!” he hissed. Despite her tiredness, Nancy jumped to look up to him, **** not to give him a reason to shock her again. The middle-aged man towered over her, sneering down at her. “Lick my boot!”

Nancy blinked, her mind incredulous of what he was asking, but when Cordonez put his right foot forward demandingly, she acted before she could even think about it. Despite her sore, numb muscles she scrambled back to all fours, cowering in front of the man. His black leather boot was old and well-worn and obviously hadn’t been polished in quite a while. Her stomach lurched, but it didn’t matter as Nancy stuck her pink tongue out, lowered her head, closed her eyes and lapped across the fabric of the boot.

“Good bitch!” Cordonez laughed, leaving his boot in place and shaking it lightly as a sign for the American to continue. To his utter satisfaction she did, dragging her tongue across the old leather, leaving I wet and shiny with her spit.

It was far and wide, the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to Nancy. Growing up poor with an abusive drunk as a mother had been bad and her time at the army had not been fun and games either, but now she was naked, on all fours with her ass in the air, **** to lick the boots of some sadistic, middle-aged man… She could hardly think of anything that could be worse, yet she had little doubt that he could. She heard him pull out his phone as it vibrated, but even as he took a call and exchanged a few short sentences in Spanish, she didn’t stop lapping.

“Alright, puta,” Cordonez finally said as he hung up and pocketed his phone. Finally, Nancy dared to stop and peer up at him, wary of what was next. “Let’s get out of here!”

The customs officer walked over to the door, opened it and waited for her, giving her a sharp look that demanded obedience. Afraid of the consequence of disobedience, Nancy quickly moved to stand up and comply, but another hard burst of electricity shot through her body and knocked her back down, screaming in pain.

“No!” Cordonez growled, remote in hand, “Bitches crawl!”

Now she outright sobbed. Giving him a pleading look, however, she saw no mercy and when he lifted the remote she quickly complied, hurrying to crawl towards him on her hands and knees. She shuddered as he patted her head as a reward, his fingers tickling her behind the ear like she was a dog.

“Good bitch!” he smiled, “Let’s go get your friend!”

Nancy’s heart and tired mind raced as she followed by Cordonez heel to the door to Syd’s interrogation room. What had happened to Syd? What would her partner think of her if she saw her like this? She felt a knot form in her stomach as she stared at the door they were approaching.

What she saw when Cordonez opened the door was beyond what Nancy had imagined.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Detective Syd Burnett, probably the strongest, most resourceful woman Nancy had ever met in her life, had not fared better than her. As the door opened, the noises that came out were the first thing that hit Nancy. Loud, raw slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, each followed by a woman not crying, but bawling, crying out in pain with every slap.

As the door swung wide enough to reveal the room, Nancy would have been speechless if it hadn’t been for the gag that Cordonez had crammed between her teeth. Just like her, Syd had been stripped completely naked. Her clothes lay in a crumpled pile on the floor, completely forgotten as the gorgeous woman they belonged to was draped face down over the lap of the officer who had taken her into this room. The man seemed to have no trouble holding her in place with one arm pushing down on the small of Syd’s back, pinning her as she struggled desperately while his other hand was coming down again and again on Syd’s big, round ass.

It wasn’t the fact that her partner was getting spanked like some little disobedient girl. It also wasn’t the fact that Syd, a capable fighter, thrashed around and tried, but seemed unable to free herself or do as much as change her position in the muscular man’s grip. What really stunned Nancy was that Detective Syd Burnett, LAPD-certified badass and a woman Nancy had been through more than one melee with, was sobbing and crying uncontrollably with every smack that hit her butt, completely lost her composure.

As they entered, the officer spanking Syd looked up and grinned. “Daddy issues. That tough chick demeanor disappeared as soon as I started this!” he said and both men laughed.

The short pause in her punishment caused Syd to look up and the two women made eye contact, both of their spirits sinking even further when they saw what had happened to the other. Syd wore a similar collar as Nancy, her face was a tear-streaked mess and her lips quivered as she was unable to stop herself from sobbing. Seeing Nancy follow at the heel of Cordonez on all fours like a bitch, mouth **** into a ridiculous gape, made her cry even harder.

“Oh, compose yourself, you wannabe tough girl!” her tormentor berated her and slapped her ass again. ignoring the miserable wailing he turned to Cordonez, “Time to go?”

Cordonez nodded and the officer shrugged. He casually stood, sending Syd crashing to the floor at his feet where she cowered on all fours, apparently even less ready to fight back than Nancy was.

“Come here, bitch!” Cordonez ordered sharply, making both Syd and Nancy jump at his tone. “Heel!”

Still sobbing, Syd complied and hurriedly crawled over to them. The two women avoided eye contact as Cordonez ordered them around and then made them crawl down the hallway with the men following suit. They took the opportunity to admire the two perfect asses in front of them, caramel-colored and brown, as they led them out through a small door into a small side alley of the airport where a van waited.

“Some pretty pussies…” Cordonez told his partner, loud enough for the naked detectives to hear. Unlike Nancy, Syd wasn’t completely shaven, but had a small, well-groomed strip of hair above her clit. His partner laughed as they walked them over to a waiting, black van with no side windows. Neither woman hesitated as the sliding door was opened and they were made to crawl inside, both of them terrified at what awaited them. While his partner slid into the driver’s seat, Cordonez joined them in the back, watching them with a grin as they drove off.