I was still trying to decipher the list when my attention was diverted by a knock on the driver's side window. I'd expected to see Gloria, but my eyes were greeted instead by the sight of a petite young woman, barely taller than the door to my car. Dark, straight, waist length hair framed a small beautiful face adorned with large, piercing brown eyes, her black shirt and dark colored jeans rendering her nearly invisible in the night. She smiled at me, motioning for me to roll my window down. I cracked it a bit more.

"Hello," she said. "Are you lost?" I smiled back at her.

"No," I replied, hurriedly digging out a photograph of Linda and passing it through the window. "I'm with the department of corrections. Have you seen this person?" She looked at the picture, slowly studying it, pushing the hair from her face. She was close enough to the window that I could smell the sweetness of her breath and feel the warmth of her skin. The girl nodded her head.

"Yes," she motioned towards the warehouse. "Linda is here. Inside. Is she in some kind of trouble?" I took a deep breath.

"Well, yes, she is we need to talk face to face so that we may work a few things out." The young woman stared at me for just a moment, and then nodded and crooked a finger at me, motioning for me to step out of the car.

"Come with me, then." Her smile abated but she was calm, looking slightly down into my eyes. "I will show you where she is."

Her demeanor made me uncomfortable for some reason, and I swallowed hard as I broke eye contact for a moment. "Uhm," I stuttered. "Actually, I'm waiting for backup before entering the building. It's standard procedure." I managed a slight smile while her face remained expressionless. I felt like a chickenshit for telling this tiny woman that I preferred to wait, but I didn't care. The young woman simply nodded again, and then opened the car door. She scooted in close, her upper thigh grazing against the tip of my kneecap. She took one of my hands in both of hers, smiling as she continued looking into my eyes. "What is your name?"

"My-my name's Dan" I was inexplicably nervous. A chill danced up my spine.

"Nice to meet you, Dan. My name is Carmen." Her warm breath and sweet smell engulfed my senses. She squeezed my hand lightly, affectionately, pulling it towards her, coaxing me almost maternally. "Now come with me. I will take you inside. There is nothing to be afraid of."

I smiled. Against my better judgment and intuition to the contrary, I stood up and walked with her. Time slowed. She brushed against me, the gentle smell of her tender skin encircling my fingers coupled with a soft jasmine scented perfume causing my loins to stir. She walked ahead, ever so slightly, ever so slowly, out of the glow of the streetlight and into the darkness of the abandoned building.

Carmen led me inside the old warehouse, which was in a serious state of disrepair. A chilly draft and musty smell threatened to disperse her feminine presence while we followed a labyrinth of old makeshift offices connecting one room with the other. Ancient termite infested pallets lined the walls of a large area near a loading dock, used a generation ago for storing and stacking various dry goods. Presently we reached a steep, dilapidated staircase. It led almost straight down into what appeared to be a basement. The chilly draft wafting up from the room added to a sense of imminent dread. Carmen stopped, releasing my hand as she stood behind me.

"She's down there." Carmen laid the palm of her hand squarely on my ass, almost pushing me. Her squeezing fingers caused my member to stiffen beneath my pants. "Follow the staircase and you will find her." "Are you coming with me?" I began to shiver slightly, both from the cool breeze and apprehension. She patted my behind lightly, affectionately, as if to reassure me.

"I'm right behind you," she whispered. "Now go."

I slowly descended the steep steps, gingerly placing one foot down below the other, sinking down into the darkness. I felt Carmen's hand move from my ass up to my belt, as she stayed above me, gripping it tightly with surprising strength, as though to prevent me from turning around without great difficulty.

The boards creaked as I stepped down, smelling of dry rot, echoing through the room below. I thought I heard whispering in Spanish, then giggling, then more whispering and light chatter, all obviously feminine. Carmen pushed into the small of my back from above, prodding me downward. I saw nothing in the dark but felt a presence, like body heat or pheromones surrounding me. Suddenly, there were two pairs of hands gripping each of my ankles tightly, pulling and holding both feet on the bottom step.

"Hey!" I shouted. What's-"

"Callate!" I recognized the Spanish admonition to be quiet. I was ready to speak again when Carmen abruptly pushed my neck forward. Someone pulled hard on my hair, then my shoulders and arms, pulling me flat. I was in a sea of hands and arms and legs, clutching and restraining me, fondling and groping me, strong female bodies pushing and bumping me, forcing me down onto my back. I felt someone remove my firearm, then my handcuffs and wallet. I was intentionally spun in circles, dizzied and disoriented as my belt and tie were taken off. My shirt was ripped open and a tight grip grasped my hair as my arms and legs were splayed out spread eagle on the cold concrete floor. I was pinned helplessly, rendered immobile by tight asses and vise like thighs imprisoning my extremities. Someone took my shoes and socks off, then ripped my pants down, slicing off my underwear with a knife. My shirt was torn asunder, rent into tatters. I began to shiver profusely as the chilly concrete floor stole more heat than my captors replaced with their own bodies. I lay supine and naked, totally helpless.

Finally, a light came on.

I was able to make out at least a dozen young Latino women, none looked over twenty years of age, all wore black or purple clothing. Some had bandanas wrapped around the tops of their heads; a few toted knives and sported tattoos on young, muscular shoulders and arms. They came in all shapes and sizes. They were all beautiful, heavily made up and apparently directed by Carmen, who barked commands beyond the scope of my limited Spanish vocabulary to have them adjust my position slightly. After a short time she straddled my chest, then looked me in the eye, applying a thick layer of bright red lipstick to her mouth.

Carmen stroked my face, then leaned over to kiss me hard behind my left ear. Her object was clearly to leave a mark, her tiny mouth suckling my neck as she transferred the lipstick onto my skin. She inspected the mark with a finger, and then smiled.

"I have tagged you, perra," she said. "Now I will groom you."

She reached behind her belt, pulling out an object. Carmen held her hand close to my face, and then quickly snapped opened a switchblade knife. She giggled delightedly as the blade suddenly extended to within a centimeter of my nose, watching me react by jerking back violently. Carmen got off of me, kneeling by my side, then slowly kissed and licked her way down my naked chest and stomach as the other women held me utterly motionless. Carmen watched my cock expand and strain upward as she stimulated me, smiling and chatting in Spanish with the other girls while one of them idly fondled my cock and squeezed my exposed balls. They watched it respond, giggling. It was clearly their desire that my member be fully engorged.

Carmen began to lick my pubic hair. She wet it with her tongue, meticulously matting it down. Her hot breath drifted across my cock, causing me to whimper and involuntarily jerk. She abruptly looked at me and slapped my balls hard, admonishing me as I recoiled in pain.

"Hold still. Stay hard but do not cum under any circumstances, do you understand me?"

"Yes," I said. She squeezed my balls painfully.

"Yes what?"

"Yes-yes Ma'am." She smiled, releasing my balls and tickling them.

"That will do for now, perra. But I am grooming you for another." She smiled wickedly at me, and then resumed licking my pubic hair. After rendering it sufficiently damp, she took the sharp blade from the knife, pulling it like a straight razor across my bush. I winced, and then tried to buck as I realized what she was trying to do. Several girls responded to my movements by pinning me down using their full body weight. Carmen gripped my balls hard.

"Settle down NOW." she said. Her stern demeanor coupled with the realization that escape was impossible forced me to capitulate. I sighed heavily, and then stopped struggling. The girls settled into their hold on me, and within seconds I could no longer move a millimeter. Sensing my submission, Carmen smiled. She loosened her grip, tickling the underside of my scrotum until I was fully aroused again.

"This is for your own safety, perra. I would hate to spoil your pretty body with my blade." I whimpered and trembled, partly from the hard, cold concrete floor relentlessly sucking away my body heat, and partly from her words and my own feelings of abject fear and helplessness.

She carefully scraped off my wet pubic hair with the knife, leaning forward, meticulously licking her way around my cock and balls and then removing the momentarily softened, matted pubes from my skin. Carmen's hot breath engulfed my cock, and her fine hair grazed it gently as she worked, serving to keep me in a full state of arousal. I offered no resistance, moaning softly as she ensured that my crotch was completely bald by massaging it gently with her long fingers.

"When was the last time you were hairless down here baby, hmm? I'll bet it was when you were a little boy, is that right?" She smiled down at me, flicking my hard cock.

"Yes, Ma'am." I squirmed, trying hard not to cum.

"You are a little boy again, perra. You are a little boy among superior girls, isn't that right?

"Yes Ma'am." I sighed heavily.

Carmen stood, straddling me. "I want to show you something." She unbuckled her belt and jeans, and then slid her pants down to her knees, revealing a pair of black leather panties. Carmen put one hand on each side of her hips, sidling them down a few inches. She revealed a thick, hairy, curly dark brown swatch of pubic hair. It twinkled in the dim lighting with the hint of moisture. She leaned in close to my face, whispering huskily.

"Girls don't shave their pussies in this family." I was mesmerized by her full, delectable bush and musky scent just inches from me. She continued. "Pussy hair means power here. We take control of the boys and sluts in our family and shave their pubic areas. Then we make them obey, just as we will make you obey." She pushed her crotch very close to my face. I could smell her scent and feel her substantial bush tickle my nose.

"Kiss me.," she said. "Worship my pussy. Worship our collective pussies with your lips. And from your lips you will promise to submit and obey, for you are powerless in our presence."

I kissed her bush, tasting her tangy juices. I was going to worship her with my tongue, but Carmen quickly pulled away, holding me at bay by my hair. She smiled.

"Now promise to obey," she said. It became very quiet. Every eye was suddenly upon me, unsmiling. It dawned on me that this ritual held great importance to the group. Still pinned naked on the concrete floor of the warehouse, I had little choice but to say what was expected.

"I promise," I said meekly. "I promise to obey." Carmen smiled.

"Are you ready to serve as a bitch of Las Hembras?" I hesitated for just a moment, trembling. A woman twisted my balls, inflicting pain.

"YES!" I blurted out. The pain persisted for a moment.

"Yes what? Say it, bald little boy."