Agent Cameo Ray Takes Down a Drug Lord- Hard.
BY ELROHIR, elrohir57@Gmail.com
He expected trouble: he didn't know half of what she had planned for him.


(This story is a tribute to fitness model and Iraq veteran Cameo Ray. Although
she is a real person, this story is completely fictitious. It was inspired by
a series of photos of Ms. Ray that appear on www.deviantart.com (search
"Pandora Complex" and "Only 2 left").

Julio absolutely LOATHED his current position in Don Carlos' organization. He
felt he was younger, stronger, and smarter than the average cholo and had
originally believed he would soon become a top lieutenant to Don Carlos
himself, but a series of mistakes and missteps had caused him to fall out of
the Don's favor and be relegated to the lowly job of guarding the REAR
entrance to the Don's compound, where the back road crossed the railroad
tracks and entered the Don's property through the only gate in the alarmed,
razor-wire topped fence for several kilometers in either direction. His sole
duties were to stop and inspect vehicles coming up the back road and look for
anything suspicious, so he mostly investigated trash trucks picking up refuse
and delivery vehicles dropping off all the items the Don needed to support his
opulent lifestyle. He would then radio to the house guards that the vehicles
were coming. It was an essential job to be sure, but also boring and
unglamorous. Julio was disappointed with his lot, and took no pride in his
work.

It was the rainy season in Colombia, so Julio was relaxing as best he could in
a lawn chair in the little 12'x15' guard's hut, smoking a cigarillo, his
chopped AK47 resting on his lap. It was hot and steamy even though the rain
was falling steadily with an unrelenting drumbeat on the corrugated tin roof,
so Julio had stripped down to his shorts and sandals but still could get no
relief from the heat. He finished the cigarillo and stubbed it out on the
floor, then sat back in the chair and contemplated the excruciatingly boring
four hours remaining in his shift. The thought of it made him tired, and the
rhythm of the rain on the roof soon made him drowsy as well. He dozed and woke
several times, until he decided he needed to get up and walk around to wake
up, maybe even go out in the rain.

Before he could do so, however, two velvet-smooth but muscular arms snaked
around his neck and clamped him in a sleeper hold. Shocked, totally off-guard
and on the edge of panic, Julio drove his feet into the concrete floor and
tried to push upward, but the arms went with him as he rose, his AK clattered
to the ground, and he was dragged backwards across the back of the chair and
down to the floor into a sitting position, his legs splayed out in front of
him. He grabbed at the arms that held him but they were like velvet-covered
iron; he could not budge them. Just as he was going to try to swing his fists
back at the person behind him, a sultry, seductive female voice whispered into
his ear "Sleep now, baby."

Julio's head was pushed from behind into the ever-tightening crook of the arm
around his neck, and he instantly became more concerned with breathing than
swinging his fists. He gasped for air but could get none, and his face
reddened to a crimson color as his eyes bugged. After a few seconds all blood
flow to his brain stopped and Julio felt his consciousness drift away ... .

He awoke to find his arms pinned against the floor by the knees of a big
beautiful blonde-haired, green eyed woman who was sitting on his chest looking
down into his eyes from above big, round, firm breasts that were just barely
contained by the white tank top she was wearing. Her long, strong, curvy
dancer's legs strained almost to bursting the tight denim of the short jean
cutoffs that held them. He could see she was actually bigger than he was,
probably close to six feet tall, but with an hourglass figure-- His eyes
traced her sexy midriff curving inward from the top of her full hips to a
small waist but then her torso curved outward and upward to equally broad
shoulders that were partially covered with a cascading tangle of golden hair.
She was shapely but also kind of thick and muscular, which gave her an overall
appearance of great grace and physical power, like she could dance the ballet,
kick your ass or fuck you into unconsciousness, depending on her whim.

"Ah, you came back!" she exclaimed in flawless Spanish. "I thought I'd killed
you there for a minute. That wouldn't do, just yet." Then she glared at him,
her green eyes flashing. She smacked him across the left side of his face with
her open right hand, stunning and stinging him, then she came back with a
fierce backhand to the right side of his face, making him see stars as he felt
a cracking in his cheek bone. Dios Mio, this huero bitch had power! He could
feel it in her legs as she easily kept her balance on top of him, and her two
slaps had rocked him more than the full punches of some of the men he had
fought. Her whole demeanor and appearance radiated power, and the thrill of it
almost overcame the fear he felt as she raised her left hand for another
backhand strike. POW! She smashed his other cheek and rocked his head to the
side, the loud impact echoing off the tin roof above them. Both cheeks began
swelling almost immediately. "Who do you work for, baby?" she quietly demanded
as she cocked her right arm for a straight punch, "and don't lie to me."

"W-w-wait!" he stammered. Her mere slaps had already destroyed his face. He
was afraid a hard punch from her might kill him. "I w-w-work for D-D-Don
Carlos! Everyone knows that." She relaxed her hand and smiled a bright smile.
Damn, she was beautiful!

"Good! Thanks, baby, I just had to make sure I had the right estate. I need to
ask you a few more questions and then I'll be done with you. First, what time
does the Don arrive from the airport?"

"Usually just after sundown. But he always comes in through the front gate,
and always with 2 armed bodyguards in his vehicle and four bodyguards
following in an escort vehicle."

"But not tonight, right? Tonight he comes through here."

"Not that I know!" exclaimed Julio. He winced as he saw the fingers of her
right hand curling into a fist. "I-I s-swear! On my sainted mother's grave,
senorita, I knew nothing of this!" With blinding speed her fist rocketed
toward his nose, but at the last millisecond she pulled the punch. It jarred
him and made his nose throb for a few seconds, but the nose wasn't broken or
even bleeding. Her controlled power was incredible!

"Tell the truth," she said dispassionately, "or I won't be so gentle with the
next one."

"It is the truth, bellasita. No one told me. Perhaps they do not trust me. Why
would he come in the back way?"

"Because he knows I'm coming, or he knows someone is coming, anyway. Tonight
his Range Rover and its escort are decoys. He will actually arrive at this
gate in a small Ford Transit van from a panaderia in town as if it were a
normal delivery. There will be only the driver and one bodyguard with him."
Her eyes lit up with a fiery intensity and she unconsciously smiled a grim
smile, as if she was already relishing the damage she was about to do. She
actually looked sexually aroused by the thought, as immediately her nipples
became erect, looking like they were about to burst through the thin fabric of
the tank top. Her fierce beauty and cold power overwhelmed him. For one
fleeting moment he considered whether he could struggle to throw her off or
try to get out from under her, but instinctively he knew if he tried either,
in the end he would only succeed in dying tired rather than just dying. He was
forced to admit to himself that in reality he had already surrendered to her
incredible power and beauty and was under her complete control, both
physically and mentally. In spite of his painful, dangerous position and the
fact that she might very soon end his life, he was mesmerized by her. He lost
himself in her eyes and after a few moments discovered that he had a huge,
raging hard-on. Unconsciously he twitched his hips and the massive erection
brushed against the fabric of his shorts, causing little ripples of electric
pleasure to shoot up his shaft into his body. It was an intense feeling, so
intense he almost came in his pants.

Cameo felt his movement, and looked back to see the outline of Julio's
engorged member tenting his shorts. "Oh, you like it this way, baby?" she
smiled, then chuckled. She reached back and gave his member a little squeeze
through the fabric. Julio grunted as he tried to stifle a moan but was only
partly successful. "You've got quite a package there, chiquito!" She squeezed
it a little more, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her captive, who
closed his eyes as another twinge of intense pleasure shot through him.

"Hmmm ... there is at least a half hour before sundown, plenty of time for a
little fun. Would you like to have some fun?" she teased, stroking the huge
bulge ever so lightly, sending more shock waves of pleasure through him. He
closed his eyes and nodded, afraid to speak lest he explode in his pants and
cry out like a virgin boy embarrassing himself with his first whore.

"Good! We're going to play, but we're going to play my way, understand? Her
right hand shot downward as she said this, closing around his windpipe. He
gagged, but nodded his acquiescence. "Now do exactly as I say." He nodded
furiously. " ... And whatever you do, DON'T ... YOU ... COME ... UNTIL ... I
... TELL YOU!" Julio again nodded, but with a worried look. If this bitch
could fuck as well as she fought, he might be in even more trouble, he
thought. She let go of his throat; he coughed and gagged but then breathed
deeply as if his next breath might be his last. He looked up at her, wondering
what her idea of fun would be, and what that meant for him. She read his mind
and leaned her face down toward his, and softly said "Don't worry, mi juguete,
you'll enjoy it-- I hope."

She took the tank top off over her head as he watched, hypnotized. Her big,
round, firm breasts were too perfect to be real, he thought, but they were SO
perfect he could not take his eyes off them. She laid the tank top across his
eyes, blocking his vision but also filling his nostrils with the sweet smell
of her sweat, his sprouting wood turning to steel. She leaned back, placed one
hand on the floor and launched her lower body into the air, twisting so that
her shins again landed on his arms, but now she was facing toward his feet.
She reached back and removed his tank top blindfold, laying it aside, then
moved her gorgeous backside toward his face, unbuttoning her cutoffs and
looking back and down at him, "Now chiquito, bite the ass of my shorts, NOT MY
ASS, and hold it in your mouth. Don't let go." He very carefully did as he was
told. She leaned forward and raised her ass, walking forward with her hands on
his legs, using them like parallel bars, pulling herself out of the shorts as
she went. As her feet cleared the shorts she flipped them with her toes so
they fell across his face. She must have already been horny because his face
was enveloped with the powerful aroma of female arousal. He barely noticed
that his hands were momentarily free, and when he did notice it was too late
because her shins again slammed down onto his arms, trapping them.

She leaned forward, unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped the fly, then grabbed both
sides of the zipper and ripped them apart, tearing the shorts open from the
bottom of the fly to the bottom of the crotch. Julio's almost painfully
engorged member sprang forth from its imprisonment and waived in the air, all
riled up with no place to go. "Now that's an impressive piece of equipment!"
she muttered mostly to herself. She grabbed the throbbing shaft and slowly
guided it into her mouth""she then immediately deep-throated it, but only
once. Julio gasped. She released it, sat back and said "Sorry, baby, me
first," backing her gorgeous naked ass onto his face. "Now LICK MY ASSHOLE,
cabron!" She looked back at him and smiled.

Julio hesitated for just a millisecond because he'd never rimmed a woman
before and initially felt some revulsion, and the bitch sensed it! She sat
full on his head and closed her buns of steel around his face. "DO IT!" she
said hotly, cutting off his air as well as assaulting his senses with strange
new tastes and textures. He struggled, but only because he could not breathe.
The other new sensations were, however, suprisingly arousing. He tongued the
little brown starfish as best he could, and was rewarded when she sighed
pleasantly and let up a bit. "Good boy!" she whispered.

He had no clue as to how to go about it, but now with more room to work he
attacked his task with gusto. He slurped and lapped at her ass, tasting her
salty sweet sweat as it trickled down her back into the crack of her ass.
After doing this for a few seconds, he made his tongue as firm as possible and
tentatively poked it into her little round brown, and was rewarded by an
immediate moan from Cameo. "Oh mi juguete, that's so goooood!" She trembled
slightly, throwing her head back and softly moaning again. She wriggled a
little bit, enjoying the feeling of rubbing her ass on his face while he poked
his tongue into her asshole. "That's it!. Clean me up, baby! Lick it good!"
she commanded. There was an unfamiliar new taste on his tongue ... . He
couldn't place it, and wondered if perhaps this was the taste of shit, but
quickly tried to put that thought out of mind and concentrate on the task at
hand. He continued poking his tongue in and out, trying to fuck her anus with
it, then swirled his tongue around the little brown hole and back in. She kept
sighing "Mmm ... . That's soooo good, chiquito ... " over and over until
suddenly she cried out and twitched several times, unconsciously clamping her
buns with the contractions, briefly crushing his face each time. Electric pain
shot into his broken, raw, and bruised cheeks, but he dared not stop. After
what seemed like several minutes of licking his way through his agony, she
froze, cried out "OH! OH!" and trembled violently, causing his face to be
wracked with pain, but then she suddenly stopped all movement, paralyzed as
the orgasmic contractions rolled through her body. "Oooooooh ... " she sighed.
When the waves subsided, Cameo leaned forward and rested her hands on Julio's
legs for what seemed an eternity.

After a bit she seemed to come back to herself, drew a deep breath and sighed
again, then slowly slid back and covered his face with her dripping pussy.
"Time to finish the job, cabron," she said in the same low, sultry voice with
which earlier she had announced she was choking him unconscious. Her tone both
frightened and aroused him. He began to eat her out as eagerly as a condemned
man attacking an all-you-can-eat last meal. In this rather upside-down
position he had to push his nose inside her in order to reach her clit with
his tongue, but she only just sighed again, loving it. He stroked and sucked
at her love button as vigorously as he could, breathing in little gasps of air
through his mouth when he could, which was not often because she began rocking
back and forth and wriggling her hips with every stroke, making little
shooting pains flow through his cheeks, from which he was distracted only by
not being able to breathe. Just as she ground her sex on his face for an
extended period and was about to asphyxiate him, she spasmed mightily, gasped,
and then sucked in a huge breath, trembled and fell forward, flowing as she
came, nearly drowning him in another torrent of her juices, all of which
seemed to flow directly into his nose, making him gurgle. After a few seconds
she noticed he was struggling and slid forward a little so that his nose came
out of her and rested against her taint, so he was finally able to take in a
full breath. "Oooooh, baby ... " she cooed seductively in the same sultry
voice.

With the intense concentration on orally pleasuring his tigress captor,
Julio's erection had subsided a bit, but Cameo soon remedied that problem with
a few expert strokes of her strong, soft fingers along the entire length of
his now-growing shaft. When she felt the mighty member was sufficiently hard
again, she again guided its head into her mouth and immediately deep-throated
it, then pulled it out and quickly sucked it in again, then pulled it out and
slowly bumped its head with her lips over her teeth, taking it slowly in and
slowly out. She then quickly vacuumed it totally in, after which she slowly
slid it out again. After a few cycles of this Julio was transported, and it
was his turn to moan uncontrollably. "!O Dios mio!" he groaned over and over
as he was assaulted by pleasure he'd never felt before. He was overwhelmed and
about to explode and could not stop it, and she knew it, too, when she began
to taste pre-cum. She suddenly stopped and sat bolt upright. "HEY!" she
barked. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU???" She reached down to circle his cock with her
thumb and forefinger about two inches below the head and squeezed once, hard.
That and the shock of her anger actually calmed the little beast and lessened
his arousal somewhat, but after a brief pause he felt he might be able to
withstand more of her exquisite torture of his senses. He begged her to
continue, but she sat motionless facing away from his face as if she did not
hear him. After a few seconds' pause, however, she leaned back down and began
slowly stroking him again. Julio was in ecstasy; her hands were so strong but
her grip was expertly gentle, just hard enough to send arrows of pleasure
through his cock into his body. Her strokes gradually increased in speed, and
the intensity of his arousal again proportionately increased, so that before
long he once again felt himself approaching the point of no return. He was
frightened and didn't know what to do, fearing the consequences if he came too
soon. She seemed to take no notice of his predicament, however, suddenly
gripping his member tightly and stroking it more and more furiously. Once
again the pre-cum began to flow, causing him extreme fear and anguish mixed
with the incredible pleasure. He had no idea what torture awaited him if he
came before she gave him permission, but try as he might he could not control
it; the electric sensation was overcoming him. He was cresting the hill on the
orgasm roller coaster and the wild, scary part of the ride was already upon
him. At least I'll die happy, he thought.

"OH! OH! OH!" he cried as he approached the cliff. She was pumping him rapidly
now, driving him over the edge. Just as he was about to explode, she wrapped
her lips around the head of his shaft and pumped even faster, her strong hands
a blur as they were driven by muscular forearms, the definition of which was
fantastic as they tensed with every stroke. Julio made a heroic effort to hold
back, but he was done for. Every muscle in his body tensed as he climaxed, his
abs curling him upward as they seized. "AAA-AAAGH!" thundered out of him as he
erupted and gushed forth. Cameo paused, but only long enough to drink down the
salty issue in one gulp without spilling a drop, then began furiously pumping
again. A few seconds later, Julio cried out and gushed again, but this time
she did not stop pumping while she both sucked hard at his member and grabbed
his balls with the other hand, firmly massaging and compressing them.
"AIYEEEEEE!" he howled as he gushed one final time; he could feel the fluid
forcibly leaving him because she was squeezing and sucking so hard. In one
final move, she crushed his balls and expressed the last remaining drops of
love milk from them as she sucked it out. "UNNNGH!' he groaned in pain and
ecstasy, then collapsed back onto the floor, completely spent (literally)
drained. Cameo noticed an errant drop of cum in the corner of her mouth- she
scooped it up with her finger and sucked it off, having taken everything Julio
could give her, in more ways than one.

His balls were throbbing and both his fractured cheeks ached, but Julio
nevertheless had a smile on his face as he lay exhausted on the floor, his
eyes half closed. The tigress was still on top of him holding him down, but he
barely noticed. "Oh, mi reina, that was fantastic!" he croaked.

"It was damned good for me too, baby," she said with a touch of regret, "but
Mama has to go to work, now."

Julio was startled back to reality. "Please, Mi reina, I have no love for Don
Carlos! I will say that someone overpowered me, and I will not be lying. I
swear to you, I will say nothing about you to him!

"I know you won't, baby," she said quietly, as she once again sat on his face
and tightened her buns around it. He found himself completely smothered, and
began flailing wildly, but she still had his arms tied down by her shins. He
tried to bite, but her buns of steel were crushing in on his face so much that
he could not work his jaw. He bucked and twisted, he tried pushing up with his
torso and shoulders, but she maintained her balance, riding him as expertly as
a bronco rider at a rodeo. He was making heroic efforts to breathe, but only
succeeded in making a few sucking noises as her ass maintained their seal on
his mouth and nose. Julio desperately made a last ditch effort to swing his
right foot back over his head and strike her, but she caught his leg and
tucked it under her right arm. Panicked, he swung the other foot up at her and
she caught that one also, closing down on the ankle with her left armpit. Then
she leaned back, taking his legs with her, rolling him almost into a ball
while still trapping his arms and smothering his head. He was completely
immobilized and he knew it, and he began to cry, his tears mixing with all the
other fluid on his face. "Time to sleep now, baby," she said in that same
sultry voice. He was graying out, but was still awake enough to realize this
was the end. This powerful, beautiful goddess of which he was instantly so
enamored was now killing him without further thought. His last conscious act
was to shove his tongue forward as far as he could, just enough to caress the
little brown starfish he had earlier been made to play with against his will.
It startled her, and the unexpected pleasure combined with the exhilaration of
seducing and absolutely destroying this enemy made her shudder with arousal.
"Oh!" she chirped in surprise. She came, just a little O, but she still
flowed, and in Julio's final moments he felt her moisture dripping onto him
once again. At least I can die happy, he thought ... .

Cameo carried Julio's body over by the front window of the little hut and laid
it against the wall beneath the windowsill so no one in an approaching vehicle
would see it. She walked out the door and picked up her shoes and backpack
where she had left them, under a camouflage tarp in the tall grass about fifty
yards from the hut""she had always felt most comfortable stalking a target
while barefoot. She fished out what she needed from the backpack and then
placed the pack and the shoes in the hut, out of sight next to what was left
of Julio ... .

"Approach the gate slowly," growled Don Carlos to the van's driver. "If we
spook that idiot Julio he's likely to start shooting at us." The driver did as
he was told, slowly coming to a stop opposite the guard hut. At just that
moment a gorgeous naked blonde woman came running out of the hut, screaming.
She ran up to the driver's door and sobbed "HELP ME! HELP ME!" in English.
"THAT MAN IN THERE RAPED ME!" She broke down crying, and bent over and began
retching as if she was about to vomit.

The driver turned in the direction of the two men behind him. "Senores, what
do I do?"

The bodyguard immediately felt that something wasn't right. "Drive on!" he
yelled. "NOW!" But as the driver turned back forward, the woman straightened
up, having retrieved the small .380 pistol she'd concealed in her vagina. Pop!
Pop! Two bullets slammed through the door glass and pierced the driver's
temple, wiping out the medulla oblongata of his brain, stopping all physical
and mental functions instantly. Cameo didn't really need the second shot; it
was just insurance in case the glass deflected the first bullet. The driver
didn't move, or even take his foot off the brake as his head fell onto his
chest. The bodyguard loosed a burst from his Uzi past the driver toward where
the woman had been standing, but there was no one there. "Don Carlos, drive us
out of here now!" he commanded, but as the Don rose to drag the driver out of
his seat there was a loud BANG at the rear of the van and one of its doors was
flung open. The bodyguard fired another burst at the opening, and then walked
eight or nine single shots around the walls of the van, shooting through them
in hopes of hitting whoever was out there. Don Carlos, startled, was still
frozen in place between the front seats. The bodyguard averted his eyes
slightly and loudly ordered "Get us out of there pronto!" Prodded into action,
the Don resumed removing the dead driver from his seat. As the bodyguard
refocused his attention and looked back at the read door opening he was
surprised to see the head and torso of a woman upside down in the doorway, her
hair hanging down towards the ground. As he brought his Uzi up to fire, he
couldn't help but notice how perfect the woman's breasts were, even as the
bullet struck him between the eyes.

Still upside down, Cameo saw that Don Carlos had pulled the driver from the
front seat and had his back to her. With the driver's foot no longer on the
brake, the van had begun to slowly roll forward. She fired four shots into the
Don in quick succession: left shoulder, right shoulder, left knee, right knee.
The splintered knees buckled and he went down on his back. His shoulders were
shattered and in great pain, and he was unable to retrieve his own pistol from
its shoulder holster. Cameo cast away the now empty .380 and swung herself
into the back of the van, stepped over the wounded Don Carlos and slammed the
van's transmission into Park, stopping it with a lurch. She turned and pounced
on him, ripping his Glock out of its shoulder holster ("Way too slow," she
thought. Shoulder rigs should've gone out in the 30's).

The Don was a proud man, but there was no mistaking the fear in his eyes when
Cameo pointed the Glock at him and put her left hand around his throat. "Who
the hell are you?" he demanded, although there was no confidence in his tone.

"I work for a foreign government, but I'm also the big sister of a young man
who fatally overdosed on one of the 'hot loads' sold by you and your
organization. I'm going to ask you some questions now, sweetie, and you'd
better answer me truthfully or it will be extremely painful for you."

"Fuck your mother, puta, you're going to kill me anyway. Why should I tell you
anything?!"

She lowered the pistol and shoved it against his crotch. "That may be true,
but where I shoot you is completely up to you, baby." His eyes widened, but he
gave no other outward appearance of fear. He tensed his arms and legs
slightly, testing to see if he could use them, but winced with pain and found
them nearly useless. Damnit! he thought. He might not be able to defend
himself, but he resolved he was not going to be cowed by this perra rubia in
his last moments.

"Suck my dick", he growled. He tried to spit at her, but found his mouth had
gone dry.

"As you wish!" she replied grimly, and undid his belt with her left hand,
unbuttoned the Sansabelt slacks and opened his fly, then jerked the band of
his boxer shorts down enough to access his genitals. Having seen him test his
limbs and find them useless, she laid the Glock aside a safe distance behind
her and got to work milking Don Carlos' cock to life. Despite the agony his
conscious body was in, his member nevertheless responded with primal gusto
when she sucked mightily, harder than any penis pump, and soon had the Little
Don standing tall. She was disappointed it was not as big as Julio's had been,
but the smaller size at least made this part of the job easier. She was able
to take it all into her mouth without any deep-throating. She used her super
suction to make it erect, then went at it furiously with her hands, sprinting
him to a climax. As the pre-cum began to flow, Cameo seized Don Carlos' hair
and pulled his head up and forward while continuing to milk him vigorously.
The Little Don soon exploded forth, and anything he lacked in size was made up
for by the height and distance reached by his rocketing spooge, which
spattered Don Carlos' face and shirt with his own hot, sticky fluid. Some of
the love milk ran down his shaft onto Cameo's fingers: she smeared it across
Don Carlos' lips and smiled. "Drink up, baby!" she cooed, wiping the remainder
onto his shirt.

"Fuck you" he croaked. The milking had brought him back to life somewhat, even
if he hadn't enjoyed it properly.

"Ha! I suppose you could if you were in better shape, but baby I'm not done
sucking your dick." She grabbed it and went down on his member, which was
fading but still engorged. She took it all into her mouth sucked as hard as
she could (which was saying something) for a few seconds, long enough to draw
some blood back into it. She then bit down hard until her upper and lower
teeth met, making the Don twitch and scream. Cameo then violently wrenched her
head to the side to tear away the tube of flesh at the base. Blood filled her
mouth and she almost gagged on the little piece of meat, but she quickly spat
it all out onto the Don's chest. He had issued a guttural cry at the initial
agony, curling upward almost into a fetal position, but as he realized what
lay in front of him, a piercing high-pitched scream burst forth from deep
inside him and filled the air inside the van, vibrating its walls and roof
with its intensity. Don Carlos continued screaming until he ran out of breath,
but before he closed his mouth Cameo shoved the front of the Glock into it.

"YOUR TURN, pendejo!' she shouted. "Deep throat THIS!" She pushed the front
sight of the pistol all the way to the back of his throat, making him gag
repeatedly. She looked into his eyes and said "Tell me what I want to know and
you can stop." But he had lost the capacity for rational thought and could do
nothing but gag and gag and gag, then all at once he threw up, which Cameo
anticipated. She quickly pulled the pistol out of the retching man's mouth.
What she didn't expect was that he would literally blow chunks, having just
eaten, and suddenly he aspirated one of the larger pieces of undigested meat
as he was trying to breathe and vomit at the same time.

His eyes bugged and he seemed to be screaming, but no sound came out because
his airway was completely blocked. His crimson face was already beginning to
turn blue. "FUCK!" she bellowed. She couldn't let him die yet ... She put one
hand on the top of the other and pushed up into the Don's chest, but it seemed
to have no effect. She leaped around behind his head, grabbed underneath his
shoulders and jerked him up into a sitting position, causing him excruciating
pain. His face contorted and his mouth opened in a silent scream.

Cameo didn't have time to waste. She hefted the Don up a little farther and
then doubled her hands into one fist and super-Heimliched him. There was just
a slight back pressure at first, but it quickly gave way under the crushing
power of her arms. All at once the miscreant piece of meat shot out of his
windpipe and flew across the van, and his chest collapsed under her iron grip.
Four of his ribs broke with a sickening cracking sound before she could let
up, one of which apparently punctured a lung, making his screams raspy, though
their volume was undiminished. "AAAAGGGGH!" he screamed right by her ear,
spitting blood as he did so. She unceremoniously dropped him like the sack of
broken bones he now was. The Don continued to scream in agony.

"KILL ME!" he screamed. "KILL ME! KILL ME NOW! AAAAGGGGGH! AY DIOS MIO, KILL
ME!" he kept screaming. She grabbed his balls and crushed them completely in
an effort to shut him up, but apparently that new pain was lost in the rest of
the agonizing signals his brain was receiving and it had no apparent effect.
He screamed and screamed until in desperation she shoved the gun back in his
mouth to make him gag again, then got in his face and yelled during the brief
silence the gagging provided.

"TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO KNOW AND YOU CAN DIE QUICKLY! "she bellowed. "WHO IS
YOUR MAJOR DISTRIBUTOR IN THE UNITED STATES?" She pulled the pistol of his
mouth in hope that he would respond.

AAAAAGH! he screamed.

She punched him twice in the broken ribs, eliciting one more long, wheezing
scream. "TELL ME!" she bellowed again, cutting through his haze of pain.

"Tyrone Epperson in Miami, Florida!" he wheezed. "PLEASE!"

She nodded, looked hotly into his eyes and quietly said "This is for Ryan
Patrick Ray, baby" and closed her vice-like hands around his windpipe. She
locked his eyes with hers and held them as he gurgled slightly and the life
slowly ebbed out of him. When his attempts at breathing ceased and his
expression became a dead stare, she yanked him out of the van, threw him over
her shoulder and carried him to the hut. She brought the lawn chair outside
the door and placed the Don in it so everyone could see him, his head resting
on his chest as if he had fallen asleep, although his broken, bloody body told
a different story. She dressed, put on her shoes and set off walking. She
quietly padded down the road toward the main house, ready to take cover in the
bush if anyone approached. She resolved to find someone else there to tell her
some more useful information before she went home.