Road Map To Hell "  
 It couldn't possibly be a better day, thought Ron as he cruised the streets of L.A. looking for some action in the 90 degree heat. Ron had been there done that and was now satisfied being a very successful business person in the sales and distribution industry. At 200 grand a year he never wanted for anything or anyone. At the age of 36 he was still in excellent shape and had a full head of blonde hair and never did he have a problem picking up sexy women. As he cruised lower L.A. in his jag, he decided he might try a new area to play in today and this was when he drove in to the Latina section of town. Ron had never been with a Latina before and he decided this was the day it would happen. As Ron cruised throughout the area he felt an certain aura of danger because he was now in, what was known as, the turf de Latina. An area where Latina Women ruled and sold drugs and also prostitutes. If the map his friend gave him was correct he was now in the area where he might find a hooker. Ron parked his car and waited. 
 After a short time he seen a small Latina walk out of a two story house wearing a pair of open toed platforms with about 7 inch heels. She also had on a black leather mini dress and her hair was long, black, and flowed over her dainty shoulders. As she approached the Jag, Ron could see that she might be a very good buy and so he smiled and said " Hi I am lookin today " Now at the car, the small Latina that stood six foot in her seven inch heels, looked Ron over and said " You lookin for what white boy " I am lookin for love replied Ron, in a cocky arrogant voice. I thought you lookin for crack to smoke white boy. Park in the garage and come inside the house white boy, said the Latina as she turned and walked back to the house. Ron noticed that the Latina had a tattoo of three tears running down her face, a sign that she may have served time in a correctional facility before. Ron thrived on danger, it turned him on and this was really starting to make his day. Once at the door of the house, the Latina pressed a button and said open the fucking door Manuella. Soon they were greeted by a slender Latina Women of about 30, wearing a pair of thigh high leather boots, with high spiked heels and spurs. She also had on a long leather gown with a slit running up the right side, exposing her shapely leg to anyone in her path. She had very large breasts and Ron was having trouble deciding which Lady he liked the best now. The house smelled of danger and Ron was getting quite hard thinking of what was about to happen. 
 How much money you got white boy asked Manuella. I have $200.00, lied Ron as he pulled it out and threw it on the table in front of them. You wouldn't be lying would you Juerro, asked the smaller Latina, whoís name had not been said as of yet. No Miss, by the way what's your name asked Ron? My name is Diabla, why you want a piece of Diabla. Ron said with a grin on his face. Is that not the feminine gender name of a Lady Devil? You got it Juerro replied Diabla to the rock hard blonde in her domain. Diabla now pulled a long white cigarette out and held it between her long 3 inch nails which were painted red. Light my smoke Juerro commanded the Latina to her prey. You say you only have $200.00 white boy. That will have to do then, said Diabla. Ron could hear noises from other rooms in the house and this made him wonder if there were any other Latina's in the house. It was obvious to Diabla that Ron was still wanting to see more so she said " Keep your eyes here Juerro, or I will burn them out, what goes on here is not your affair " About that time Ron heard a familiar sound, the motor of his Jag starting up. What the fuck is this Ron shouted as the Latina's laughed and pointed guns at him. You are estupido Juerro. The whores are three blocks away. You are on the turf of Las Latinaís De Diabla. My gang Juerro. Ron was now in fear of being shot and he could only say " I understand, you can have my car I won't even call the police, and here is $800.00 more, I lied I did have more money. 
 Throw the money on the table and take all your clothes off Juerro shouted Diabla. Ron, knowing the Diabla meant business, did as she asked and soon found himself naked in front of, two sadistic Latina's, on their turf and without anyone else in the entire world knowing he was there. Diabla instructed Manuella to cuff her " slaves" hands behind his back and his legs into a spreader bar, then to make him kneel. 
 Once kneeling and bound, Diabla held a metal crop out to Ron's face and told him to kiss the touch of the Devil. Ron kissed the metal end of the crop and soon after Diabla slapped a hard one across his chest leaving a huge welt and blood trickling down from the striking point. Ron screamed in pain and pleaded for release, but this only made the Latina hotter and so she gave him five more across his male breasts. Scream as loud as you wish slave, I own this turf and you won't be helped by anyone. You are going to be my slave till I kill you Juerro. Which may be years, if you please my needs. 
 Now slave you are going to find out what long finger nails, cigarettes and a metal crop can do for your attitude. Diabla reached down and put the lit end of her cigarette to Ron's chin. She pressed it inwards causing him to scream in pain. Just as it was about to go out, she took it to her red lips and sucked it as hard as she could, causing the tip to become red hot again. Diabla now pressed it on the right nipple of Ron's cropped chest. He thought she would not ever pull it back as she burned a half inch, gaping hole, into his once sexy chest. Once again she sucked the cigarette and returned to the other nipple leaving and equally gaping hole. The cigarette was now out and with her thumb nails, she opened her slave's mouth and forced him to swallow the filthy butt. Slave is going to feel my daggers now said Diabla as she held her hands palms up and started pressing her thumb nails into the burned holes on Ron's breasts. Ron thought he was gaping to pass out as he looked down and could see that her nails were buried about an inch and a half deep into the holes the Latina had just burned into his nipples. 
 By now Mauella had stripped of her leather gown and stood only in her boots, watching the Mistress Diabla as she tortured her slave, as she had done so many times before, with many unsuspecting white male pigs. Manuella stood over Ron's pain filled face and with a straight razor proceeded to shave his head completely bald. Once bald, Mauella pressed her twat into Ron's mouth and said " drink my piss faggot " Ron had no choice as Manuella pissed into his mouth he swallowed every single drop. At the same time Diabla was hitting the tortured holes on his chest with her metal crop, her blows had the precision and power of  smart bombs as they found the target on his breasts. 
 Through all the pain and tortures, Ron could not help but think that his own brother, the man that gave him the map, had set him up after telling him that he was leaving him over 500 grand if anything should happen to him. Ron wondered how much his brother had paid the Latinas to get rid of him. 
 Diabla was now ready to rebind the slave into another position, so she instructed Manuella to undo her slaves hands and walk him to the room known as hell. Once in hell, Ron knew why it had been named as such. It was a make shift torture chamber. Manuella chained the slave's hands to a bar above his head and nailed his feet to the wooden floor, spread apart about four feet. The pain of having his feet nailed to the floor with five nails in each foot was too much for Ron and he passed out, before Manuella was finished. Diabla was now seated in the room and as she awaited her slaves awakening, she honed the index nail of her right hand, razor sharp, for the next torture. After a half an hour had passed Ron awakened to the Demon known as Diabla. You are going to be my cockless slave Whora, shouted Diabla as she approached the pleading slave Ron. Diabla sat herself down on a wooden stool which was the perfect height for her next torture. With her thumb and index nail she held her slaves cock at the base. With the razor sharp index nail, she proceeded to slice a circle around the base of Ron's cock. As this was taking place Manuella was forcing her fist up Ron's, now not so anally intact, asshole. Diabla was ready for the best part now and she inserted her index nail under the skin of her slave's cock and yanked pulling the skin off the cock leaving veins, nerves and muscle hanging down and bleeding on the floor. The pain was incredible but Ron was still somehow conscience. Diabla stood up and looked her slave in the eyes and said " Welcome to Hell slave " Diabla opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle with some kind of liquid in it and she applied it to the bleeding mass of veins and tissue. Once the bleeding was stopped Diabla instructed Manuella to take her arm out of the slave's asshole and to light a cigar. 
 Now both sexy and evil Latina Goddesses were seated in front of Ron smoking cigars. Manuella had put on a cd and Ron could hear a females voice singing as Diabla said to him " you are bleeding on my floor again pig " 
Both Diabla and Manuella started laughing as they began touching the lit ends of their cigars to the slaves peeled cock. After touching the fire hot tips to his cock Diabla stood up again and said tell me who you love slave. Ron replied you Mistress, you are who I love. Ron's mind was now hers. She owned him now. Diabla smiled and sat down again, only this time she took her thumb and index nails and started pinching the nerves hanging out of Ron's peeled cock, causing him scream in terrible pain. Slave! you will beg me to cut your worthless fucking cock off or I will leave it this way for weeks do you understand Whora! Said Diabla to her property. Ron begged her to cut off his own cock and after he was finished begging, Diabla obliged him by slicing off what had once been his pride and joy, a fat, long cock. Diabla stood and told her slave to open his mouth. Once he did Diabla stuffed the cock in and told him to eat it, as it would be the only meal he would have this night in hell. 
 The Ladies left Ron this way and after a couple hours returned walking a man behind them that had his legs and arms amputated at the joints as they had said they would do to him soon. The man was cockless and had burns and slices all over his body. Ron was able to see one thing that made his trip to hell worth while. The man was his brother, the one that had given him the road map to Hell...............  
 The End