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Subject: {ASSM} CALIFORNIA FALLEN (MMM/FFF, Celebrity, Slavery) - Cindy Silver Eyes
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CALIFORNIA FALLEN
(MMM/FFF, Celebrity, Slavery)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

*****

This one stretches imagination more than usual, I guess...

*****

Cindy was crammed into the auditorium with the rest of the
students of USC   there were some who were pretending  to be
going along out of their own will, but everyone knew the truth,
didn't they?  Students were being hauled into the auditorium to
listen to Carlos Fuentes, acting Governor of California, because
any refusal were sure to be met with a violent punishment.  

Carlos Fuentes was the youngest son of Raul Fuentes, King of
Mexico, and now ruler of California after the fall of the western
state into Mexican hands following the big war.  US forces still
kept up their efforts across the California border, but these
days it seemed more of an effort to hold on to territory, rather
than to recapture California...

And it was Carlos Fuentes who'd been ruling California for the
last year on behalf of his father:  He was 33-years old  and was
known to be extremely overbearing and cruel...  He was known to
rule over California with a heavy fist, and there was no shortage
of ordinary and famous Californians who were rotting in prison or
had disappeared altogether.  He'd played no role in the military
campaign and capture of California, but subjugation of the State
and dismantling of US forces had been his doing... And Carlos
Fuentes's arrogance was well-known too   he had no one to report
to, except for his father, and his elder brothers who ran the
Military and Commerce functions in Mexico...  

Carlos was rumored to rule hard   and party hard...  He'd taken
over the famous Hearst Castle as his primary residences...  He
had a habit of throwing lavish parties there, hosting not only
the ruling Mexican elite of California, and his chief commanders,
but also American businessmen who'd made peace with their new
ruler and wanted to be in his good graces.  

But there were darker rumors too   not just about summary
executions and Mexican brutality...  But about Carlos's personal
tastes...  such that Carlos would just pick off young women off
the street to rape and enslave... rumors of missing models and
celebrities, who'd disappeared into Carlos's harem...  rumors
that he no longer enjoyed sex without taking women by force...
it all sounded like stories made up to horrify his American
subjects, but under the tyranny of its new rulers, California was
in a draught of real information....

There were about 200 hundred students in the auditorium,
surrounded by a few dozen Mexican soldiers, watching for any
disruption.  Cindy had found herself in one of the front rows as
Carlos Fuentes entered the stage.  He was in his military outfit,
tall and fairly well-built, his light-olive skinned face sporting
a dark, well-trimmed beard and piercing eyes...  
  
He spoke with perfect if accented English for close to 90 minutes
it was an unbearable bore as far as Cindy was concerned, but it
was obvious the young ruler of California was entirely pleased
with himself.  He stood as arrogant as ever...  The speech seemed
to focus entirely on why Americans in California deserved no
better than being ruled by their Mexican overlords, and as
infuriating as this was, Cindy knew she was powerless to do or
say anything.  And with one look at her friends, she could see
the same defeated, humiliated expression on their faces.  They
were beaten and conquered...  And there wasn't anything they
could do about it.

Finally the speech ended   all the students were clamoring to
leave but they knew they had to have the permission of the
soldiers to leave and get to class...  Few of Carlos's personal
guards in suits stood next to him, and watched over the
auditorium carefully.  Cindy noticed Carlos leaning into one of
the guards, and literally looking at her, as students were
finally being released slowly   it seemed to her like he was
pointing at her with his nod and whispering something to the
guard.

She turned around and followed her friends out.  She'd been on
path to her beginners Spanish class   Spanish fluency had been
declared a requirement for graduation following the Mexican
invasion - when she was stopped by the very guard Carlos had been
whispering to...

"Ma'am.." he said.

"Yes...?"

"I am with Mexican Protective Guard   will you follow me
please?"

It was supposed to be a request, but Cindy knew full well it was
nothing but a hard, cold order...  So, she followed the man into
a long, black limousine.  He was holding her by the arm, his grip
tight without being overtly painful.  She wasn't exactly shoved
inside, but it was far from a gentle push...

She was shocked to find him inside:  None other than Carlos
Fuentes, sitting comfortably, a cool glass of whiskey in one
hand, a cigar in the other...

"Hi there, pretty little American slut..." he flashed a cold
smile at Cindy.  "You did catch my eye in there...  I almost
couldn't focus on my speech..."

Cindy shivered with cold fear   this man could kill her right
now, and not a thing would happen to him.  No one would even
know.  Even her parents would never know...  And it would hardly
matter if they did know...

"Thank.. thank you, Sir..." she said.  She'd gotten utmost
attention from men all her life   she was used to it, and always
made best use of it...  Men were easy.  But attentions of a
cruel, powerful, hated dictator was hardly welcome...  It was
scary as hell... 

"Now, it is a long trip to my castle slut   and I figured best
way to pass time would be a long, drawn-out blow-job from a sexy,
blonde, American co-ed..." he said.  "Like yourself...  Would you
not agree?"

Cindy couldn't believe it.  It was this simple?  He could just
pick her out from a crowd and have her summoned to him for sex?
Just like that?  She was supposed to be sitting in class this
very moment.

"Yes, Sir..." she replied, knowing no other answer was possible.

"Good   then, unzip me slut...  and take your Master's cock
out...  and do it with your teeth...  I am in the mood for a
long, fun trip..."

What choice was there?

"Yes, Sir..." Cindy replied

And she slowly got down on the floor of the limo...

*****

"Hi, what's your name?" the girl asked.  

Cindy turned her head   she'd just emerged from a long shower
inside the room she'd been given and was still dripping wet.  She
must have just walked in without knocking.  It was a brunette
girl   a stunningly beautiful brunette girl to be specific.  She
was "dressed" in an extremely revealing outfit:   A tight, pink
top, which essentially consisted of one thin silk strap across
the chest held in place by two spaghetti straps over the
shoulders, thus showing an obscene amount of cleavage.. and a
pink, silk thong...

"Mine is Shannon...  Here, I got your uniform...  Don't worry -
we're just server girls..."

She looked about same age as Cindy   she wondered if Shannon had
been a college student, too...

"Server girls?"

"Ah-hah...  Now, put these on, come on..."

Cindy did as she was told   she had no desire for any kind of
punishment.  Punishment that could have involved not just her,
but her family, too...

She'd arrived at Hearst Castle   now known as Castle Fuentes  
last night; well-fucked by her Master, the acting Governor of
California.  He'd left the limo without a thought when they
arrived at the Castle, and she'd died in shame as his men
chuckled at the naked girl they found inside the limo   she'd
been escorted inside through a back-gate as the men freely groped
her naked body.  But no one seemed to have the balls to do
anything more to a girl picked up by Carlos Fuentes...  

The uniform she was given was the same as Shannon's...  She put
on the ridiculous uniform, and a pair of pink, 5-inch platform
shoes, and followed the brunette through a long hallway into a
serving area   a black bartender met them and handed over two
trays with glasses of whiskey and champagne on it.  He looked at
the girls like he wanted to rape them right there, but it was
clear he'd not dare to so much as touch them.

Soon, Cindy was following the brunette again and they ended up
walking into a large room with extremely high ceilings and a
giant fire-place burning merrily.  Some kind of classical music
was playing.  She took a deep breath as she saw Carlos Fuentes in
the center of the room, seated comfortably in a big chair,
enjoying a cigar and a drink just as she'd met him last time. 
But he wasn't the  only man in the room   there were 4 or 5 other
Mexican men seated around the room, about the same age as him,
and Cindy immediately recognized at least two of them as
high-ranking Mexican commanders in charge in California   they
had a tendency to be giving speeches and making appearances on
TV.  The other men also appeared to be powerful Mexicans   and
the way they seemed to be chatting and laughing with Carlos
suggested they were good friends with the ruler of California.  
And then there were the girls   fully nude girls, one or two next
to each man.  

"Take drinks to the men" Shannon whispered in her ear.  Trying
not to topple over, Cindy carried the tray towards the nearest
man, whom she recognized as Cesar Cruz   she offered the tray and
the rather portly Mexican picked up a glass of Champagne without
even looking at her.  He was busy with the naked girl who was
seated on his lap, who was massaging his cock over the military
trousers he was wearing and planting little kisses on him, as he
fondled her heavy breasts.  

When Cindy saw who the girl was, she almost shrieked:  It was
none other than Adriana Lima! 

Cindy had done some amateur modeling herself   and she had a
tendency to know about supermodels almost as much as the guys,
much to the amusement of her friends.  And she had no doubt that
the naked girl pampering Cesar Cruz was Adriana Lima.  The girl
lifted her head up slightly and came eye-to-eye with Cindy   that
certainly left no doubt for Cindy.  It was her, caressing and
kissing the tyrannical, flabby Mexican  commander.  And there was
no doubt another thing, either:  She might have looked like  she
was a nude lover in heat,  indulging and pleasing her man, but
one look into those eyes revealed she was scared and humiliated,
and was serving the pleasure of Cesar Cruz not out of passion,
but out of fear...

Realizing she'd stood next to Cruz and Adriana Lima far too long,
Cindy moved on to the next man: She did not recognize him, but he
looked similar to Fuentes   tall, well-built, and clean-cut  
except he sported a moustache rather than a beard.  He took a
glass of whiskey, just as he gestured the naked girl kneeling
before him to begin his blow-job.  And Cindy realized in further
shock that the naked girl unzipping the Mexican man was
absolutely none other than Alessandra Ambrosio!  Cindy was almost
mesmerized   there had always been rumors about the missing
celebrities since California's defenses had unexpectedly
collapsed in the big war.  But to find these supermodels here,
serving as mere concubines and slaves to the Mexican rulers... 
She felt more humiliated than ever at defeat... The girls were
not even Americans, but just residents of California who'd found
themselves in the hands of brutal invaders.

The next man's pleasure was at a more advance level   not one,
but two naked girls serving his pleasure:  Cindy recognized them
too:  Jessica Alba and Megan Fox, licking together the obscenely
engorged penis of Enrique Perez, whom Cindy also recognized as
the security chief of Carlos Fuentes.  He was quite a bit older
than the rest of the men, and was a close friend of Carlos's
eldest brother.  He was rumored to be watching over Carlos as he
ruled over California.  He took a champagne, grunted loudly, and
ejaculated all over the girls' faces.  It felt like almost
yesterday when she was watching these girls in movies... and now
they were just slaves, in the shameful service of their Mexican
overlords.

Cindy felt sick in the stomach as she moved to the next man.
A bald man in military uniform also   Cindy realized in shock the
girl who was sucking on his cock was not one of the supermodels
she'd so easily recognized, but actually none other than Tiffani
Amber Thiessen.  She almost froze and watched the big, fat, dark
penis of the Mexican man sliding in and out of Tiffani's mouth. 
"What you staring at, girl?" the bald man chastised Cindy with a
heavy accent.  "Give me whiskey..."

"Yes Sir" Cindy uttered in fear and handed over his drink. 
Unlike Enrique Perez, this man seemed nowhere near his
ejaculation yet and Cindy had no desire to witness that   she
moved away but came eye to eye with Shannon who was calling her
over discreetly from the other end of the room. 

"This is for Carlos Fuentes" she said as she handed a fresh drink
to Cindy, obviously meaning to emphasize the significance of
serving the ruler of California.  His drink looked like a
tequila.

"Did you notice the girls here?" Cindy asked Shannon, trying to
keep her voice low...  "They are all..."

"Models..." Shannon said.  "Actresses... celebrities... I know. 
Don't concern yourself with it."

"But..."

"Did you know..." she took a deep breath looking at Cindy,
seemingly trying to soothe her own voice now.  "Britney Spears
and Christina Aguilera were here last week   a private concert
for Carlos Fuentes and his friends.  Except, this concert
involved the artists stripping as they played their own songs...
and you know how it ended?  With Christina screwing Britney with
a strap-on.  And then the men screwed both of them...  I had to
watch it and serve drinks..  Just as they will be fucking all
these girls six ways from Sunday in the next few hours   while we
attend their cigars and drinks and whatever else...  so don't
concern yourself with it, it's no use..."

"But still know, they are the lucky ones...  Did you know about
Jennifer Aniston?  She was raped...  gang-raped by Mexican
soldiers.  And now she is in some kind of military brothel for
Mexican military officers near San Diego... Joined by Jennifer
Love Hewitt.  She was here last month.  But I guess they tired of
her...  Or perhaps she was slow to follow orders or did not show
sufficient enthusiasm in being their whore...  Now, she's...
she's there, at the fuckin' military brothel.  Don't think about
it   just take the drink and go..."

"Ok... ok..." Cindy was about to head over, and then suddenly
stopped and turned around.

"You?..."

"What?"

"I know you... Christ!  You're the girl from American Pie... 
Shannon... Elizabeth.  Shannon Elizabeth...!"

Shannon seemed hardly happy to be discovered.  "Go" she said. 
"Go, serve the drinks..."

Cindy made his way towards Carlos Fuentes -  he was accompanied
by two gorgeous women.  She realized it was Miranda Kerr that was
standing behind Fuentes, sweetly massaging his strong, wide
shoulders...  Cindy could almost see why Mexican women were all
said to be wet for the young dictator.  

And Bar Refaeli was kneeling before him   giving the dictator a
blow-job.  Cindy once again had a hard time believing the sight
before her... It felt like yesterday when she was reading about
the romance between Leo and Bar Refaeli in the pages of People
and Entertainment...  She carefully handed over the young
tyrant's drink.

Carlos Fuentes grabbed the blonde co-ed and squeezed her left
buttock with a loud chuckle. 

"Aah, my little university girl from the USC...!"

Cindy shivered in shame as the powerful man grabbed her...

"Do you speak Spanish, slave?"

"Very little Sir..." Cindy replied, "but I am learning" she added
in alarm.

Fuentes laughed.  He said some words in Spanish and the rest of
the men all laughed.  He turned to Cindy:  "I told them you were
the slut who kept me company after my speech yesterday..."
He said more things in Spanish and there was more laughter from
the other men:  

"I told them you are a great cock-sucker... better than all the
girls here...  So, they will all make sure to have you suck them
off before they leave in the morning..."

He downed the drink Cindy had brought him and slapped the girl on
the ass: "Get me another".

Cindy hurried back and brought a new drink for the man.
Carlos took it and downed the glass once again.

He spoke in English but seemed to address his comrades:  "You
know, I think our waitresses are extra sexy tonight...  And I am
in the mood for a little lesbian pairing   why don't you girls
take a break and give us a good, long 69 to watch, hmm?"

Cindy and Shannon both froze and looked at each other with
shocked eyes.

Cindy had never been with another woman before, the mere idea was
enough to make her stomach churn in disgust.  Even though Shannon
was truly gorgeous...

Their hesitance lasted only a few moments..  Cindy knew her life
was at stake any moment she refused the tiniest order.  They were
now slaves, nothing more.  She died in humiliation but made her
way to the middle of the room, following Shannon's lead.  Soon
the brunette actress had undone her tiny little pieces of
clothing and Cindy did the same in shame, even as the men laughed
and commented in Spanish...

Shannon pushed her on the floor, planted a shy kiss, and then
laid herself on top of her, upside down, to fully comply with the
order...

There she was, Cindy, facing at another woman's pussy   she
closed her eyes, darted her tongue out, and began licking, even
as she felt Shannon do the same to her...

They were slaves and nothing more. 
 
Slaves of their Mexican rulers...  

And she was suddenly wet   maybe it was Shannon. 
 
Maybe it was this, being a slave, a sex slave, along with some of
the most gorgeous women in America, and serving her cruel
Masters...

Cindy was wet, there was no denying it...
So wet, she was close to cumming...


Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com


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