Vincent wins

Nancy went after him again, but this time Vincent was ready for her. He turned, and side stepped as her own momentum took her right past him, and face down onto the bed. He quickly took advantage of this situation by throwing himself on top of her. "Now I've got you, McKenna!" he crowed.

She tried to kick out, and buck him off of herself, but to no avail. He was too strong, and she found it very difficult to move underneath him.

Meanwhile Vincent reached for a hidden weapon he kept taped under the night stand. Once he found it, he brought it up to Nancy's temple and cocked it. "Now, I'm going to tell you how this is going to go down," he said in an arrogant tone of voice. He reached inside her jeans pocket, retrieving the key for the handcuffs. He unlocked them, and then **** her hands behind her back, clamping her own handcuffs around her wrists. "You and me are going to take a little trip to Mexico. The Cartel should be here in a few hours, and they would love to take you back with them. You're a very smoking hot girl who would sell nicely to some lucky bordello down there. or the Cartel might just be inclined to keep you as their own personal cum dump. Either way, no one will ever hear from you again, McKenna. You'll spend the rest of your life as a Gringo whore sucking Mexican cock. You'll have lots of Mexican babies. Who knows? Maybe I'll even visit you, and give you my own personal little bastard in that sexy belly of yours."

Nancy grunted underneath him. Her arms now ached from being placed roughly behind her back. "I will get you for this, Vincent!" she spewed. "It may take me a while, but I promise you, I will get you!"

Vincent got up and stood over her. "Right now you are in no position to do anything. But since we have a few hours to kill, I think I'll take a closer look at the goods. I'm sure they'll appreciate it if I strip you naked, so they can get a better look at you." He rolled her over, and she winced in pain. he removed her sneakers, then undid her jeans, and yanked them down over her ankles. "My, my, McKenna. You have great taste in underwear. Those pink, little boy shorts with a red heart look so good on you."

"Stop looking at me, you pig!" she demanded, knowing it probably would do no good.

"Well, let's take them off. Maybe I'll put them back on you for the Cartel to see, once they get here." He pulled down her panties and exposed her totally bare mound. "I see you like to keep it bald. Let's give it a feel."

"Don't you touch me, Vincent!" she screamed. "I'll never forgive you for it!"

"So many demands!" Vincent chided her. "All of them falling on deaf ears!" He reached out, and with his fingertips only, felt the softness of her bare mound.

Nancy couldn't believe this. This was about the most humiliating day of her life. She couldn't help but turn fifty shades of red as Vincent gently caressed her bare pubic mound with the slightest touch of his fingertips. It felt so much different from anything she was used to. It was almost like a static charge of electricity was being released with every touch. It was turning her on and she knew it. "Vincent please stop!" she begged.

"Oh?" Vincent taunted her. "Now tell me, why should I stop?"