To a mansion

As the van raced across old, pot-holed streets at a pace that was anything but responsible, the two gorgeous detectives knelt naked on the carpeted floor in the back. All the seats except for the driver’s seat and the last row had been removed, leaving plenty of space and Nancy felt sick when she looked down and saw what she was sure was dried blood speckled over the carpet. She didn’t know what the plan was and she was too afraid to think about it too much.

Next to her, Syd had managed to compose herself a little, still sobbing a little. It seemed like she was as shocked as Nancy was at her own breakdown. Her butt was certainly a little sore, but overall a spanking ranked pretty low on the list of things she had endured in her life. She bit her quivering lips and choked back another sob. It was something she hadn’t thought possible, but somehow the specific act of being placed over this man’s knee and just getting her ass spanked… it pushed a button inside of her.

“Eh, putas!”

The two women looked up to Cordonez, who sat in the back row, arms stretched across the backrest in a relaxed pose as he kept his eye on them. Seeing the two gorgeous American’s jump and look up at him with big, beautiful eyes caused him to grin. Neither of these worthless sluts seemed used to not being in charge, seemed completely stunned by men just grabbing them and stripping their control from them and reducing these confident airheads to the scared bimbos that they now were gave him great pleasure.

“I’m bored!” he said simply, “Give me a show!”

The wide-eyed look they gave him betrayed their cluelessness, but it was a huge turn-on nonetheless. Both sluts were naked, save for their collars with the Latina wearing a ring-gag that **** her mouth into a permanent gape.

“You!” he pointed at Syd, then nodded at Nancy, “Spit in her mouth!”

Nancy’s eyes widened at those words, but it seemed like Syd had no intention of hesitation. Her weakness had been found out and she didn’t want to give them a reason to punish her, so before Nancy knew what was happening, her partner had grabbed her by the chin and tilted her head up. Stunned and horrified, Nancy could do nothing but watch as Syd leaned over her.

“Pfffft!”

Nancy gagged hard as the slimy saliva fell into her mouth. She coughed and bucked, twisting loose from Syd’s grip, then fell to all fours, retching. Meanwhile, Cordonez laughed, amused by her misery.

“Very good, very good!” he chuckled once he finally composed himself, “You two are nasty sluts! I like it!” He watched them for a moment as if he was daring them to protest, but both women looked at him, not budging. “Turn around!” he finally ordered.

The two of them complied, shuffling around on their knees to face away from him and he took some time to admire their naked bodies. Those asses were fantastic. Brown and caramel-colored, both were tight and thick, but not huge. They were athletic in the best possible way, while still being soft and smooth.

“Bend over! I want those asses up in the air!”

Without hesitation, his two bitches followed his bidding and pointed their two pristine posteriors right in his face as if they were offering themselves to be mounted. Cordonez was hard as steel inside his pants, but he knew not to overdo it. He knew exactly where the limits were of what he could get away with.

“Spread your cheeks! Show me your assholes!”

The one named Nancy shuddered. He wasn’t surprised. She still had a bit of spite left in her, but nonetheless, four female hands reached back and grabbed four perfect buttocks. Cordonez smirked as he got to enjoy the view, knowing just how humiliating this had to be for them. They both had beautiful assholes, Syd’s markedly darker than Nancy’s but while it looked like Syd had definitely been in this pose before, Nancy’s tiny sphincter clenched and flinched nervously. It was beautiful.

He made them hold that pose for the rest of the ride, presenting their tight assholes to him. Finally, the road suddenly got better and the ride turned from a bumpy to a smooth one and barely two minutes later, the van came to a stop. The driver jumped out and walked around the car, yanking the side door open to see Syd and Nancy show off their asses to Cordonez, who was rubbing a sizable bulge in his pants.

“We’re here!” the driver grinned, giving Nancy a lecherous wink, “Time to get out, bitches!”

Nancy almost stood, but a sharp whistle from Cordonez reminded her of previous orders so she swallowed hard and crawled on all fours, out of the van and into a sun-lit driveway. Looking up, her heart sank at the sight of a huge mansion right in front of her, with no other houses around to see. She had seen this building on pictures before when she and Syd had prepared for this trip. It belonged to the cartel!

Armed men with machine guns stood around, some at the entrance, one on the roof and one on a balcony on the second floor of the lavish estate, standing guard. Now that naked women were dragged out of the van that had just arrived, their attention quickly focused on them and within seconds Nancy heard the first wolf-whistles. Her ears burned, but she didn’t dare to cover up, instead lowered her gaze and waited as Syd climbed out behind her.

Both women let out girly gasps as Cordonez came out and laid a spank on each of their asses as he strolled past them. “Come now, putas! Time to meet the boss!”

The American detectives didn’t dare to hesitate for a second. Despite all their experience, both women were scared out of their minds now as they struggled to follow Cordonez, his partner bringing up the rear.

They climbed the stairs under increasing noise from men, whose attention was caught, who cat-called them and whistled and both Syd and Nancy blushed deep red with humiliation.

At the entrance, one of the guards exchanged a few words with Cordonez before he opened the huge doors and stepped aside, letting them in. Nancy yelped as, when she crawled by, he reached down and she felt his rough, calloused finger brush across the tan iris of her puckered asshole, but Cordonez’ sharp whistle made her fall back into line immediately.

They entered a huge, luxurious entry hall, clad with white marble and adorned with two arching staircases that led up to the first floor. Instead of taking those, Cordonez led them to a door at the back and into a living room that was bigger than Nancy’s entire house at home. Couches, tables, flat screens, a pool table… everything inside this room reeked of money. Several young, tough-looking men were hanging around, all obviously henchmen of the Cartel and when Syd and Nancy were paraded past them, several hands took the opportunity to cop a feel of tits and ass.

Both women were ready to cry from utter shame as they crawled out through one of the terrace’s doors and into the mansions wide garden. Nancy let out a whimper when she saw the huge, Olympic-sized pool in front of them and the figure that was sitting in a lounger on the opposite side, typing away on a laptop. He was a thin man, white and balding, with grey hair and dressed as he was in a wide, white shirt and black swimming trunks, he looked like a librarian on holiday. Nonetheless, Nancy knew he was likely the most dangerous man in this entire mansion. Her stomach clenched with fear as they were led around the pool towards him, a growing crowd of cheering men behind them.

As they crawled up to him, the man took off his reading glasses and looked at them, smiling widely.

“Detectives Burnett and McKenna!” Michael Wesson greeted them, putting his laptop aside onto a small table, “What a pleasure to see you!”