Juanita held her notebook tightly as she walked down the path between university buildings, she was on her way to the protest in the quad on a beautify sunny day.
Of course the protest was against the latest immigration policy that the fascist administrator had put in, she wasn’t sure of all the details, but it was called the Cultural L1T visa program and whatever it was it couldn’t be good.
She heard the chanting coming from the quad and she picked up her pace, she wanted to get up close to the speakers and show them her support!
Juanita was riding high on the energy from the protest, her ears were still ringing from all the noise, but she couldn’t have been happier.
Her stomach growled and she looked at her watch, it was after 8pm, she hadn’t eaten since breakfast and she was definitely going to have to pick something up at the bodega by her apartment.
Perhaps due to her hunger, or the ringing in her ears, she didn’t hear the white government van slowly move up behind her. By the time she did, the nose was already around her neck.
“What the…” she cried out as it tightened snugly until there was no room between it and her skin.
“H…” she start to scream for help at the top of her lungs, but as soon as the H had left her lips electricity flowed through the collar, into her neck, and across her entire body.
She lost control of her limbs, her body convulsed, and she dropped to the ground before losing conciousness.
Juanita moaned as her body ached and she slowly regained conciousness.
By the time she got her eyes to open a little, the bright light made it hard to see much, but as she tried to rub them, she quickly realized her wrists were bound to the arms of the chair she was sitting in.
“What… what’s going on…” she half mumbled, not knowing if anyone was there to hear her.
“Ah, Miss Gomez, I’m glad to see you’re awake.” a man’s voice said and then she heard some papers rustle.
She blinked several times before finally being able to focus in on the man. He was the stereotypical government agent, white shirt, black jacket, and short cropped hair, sitting behind a simple table. It would have been funny if not for the fact her heart was racing at at thousand miles an hour.
“What… what happened? Where am I? What’s going on?” she said with growing confidence and anger.
“Calm down Miss Gomez, you’re in an ICE facility just outside of the city. You’re perfectly safe here. As for what’s going on, as part of the new immigration law, we’ve been conducting a review of all active immigration cases to see if they qualify for the new Cultural L1T visa program.”
“What… what are you talking about, my student visa is in good standing…” she replied, a little more concerned than angry now.
“Oh, yes, it is, there’s no problem there. The review has nothing to do with if the current visa is in good standing or not. The new Cultural L1T visa program is completely separate and provides permanent residency status to those that qualify.”
“It… it does?” she replied hesitantly, feeling like something was off but not being able to put her finger on it.
“Yes, and the good news is that you qualify! We’ll being processing your visa very shortly, in no time you’ll be a permanent resident.”
She half smiled and nodded, still uneasy, but a permanent resident card was hard to get so she had to at least hear him out. Of course, if the program was on the up and up, why was she tied down?
“We just need to confirm a few things, if you don’t mind answering a few questions for me…” he said and then pulled his phone out from his pocket and held it up to record her.
“I guess.”
“Alright, please confirm you’re full legal name for me.”
“Juanita Maria Gomez.” she replied.
“Age?”
“23.”
“Place of birth?”
“Belem, Brazil.”
“And you’re a student her on an F-1 visa?”
“Yes.”
“Great! Thank you for being so co-operative.” he said and then stopped recording and putting his phone back in his jacket pocket.
“So… what now? Are you going to untie me?” she asked.
The man chuckled and shook his head, “No, not yet. Soon though…” he said and then stood up, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoing in the room.
“Hey.. wait a minute…” she called out as he walked over to the door and opened it. He held it as three men walked in, one pushing a IV stand with an IV bag on it, one carrying a laptop, and the third a VR helmet of some kind.
Juanita struggled against her bonds, but they held firm. The man with the laptop went over to the table and took the seat the agent had been in, the man with the IV rolled it over to just behind her on her right, and the man with the VR helmet waiting patiently.
She continued to struggle as the one man tried to get the IV in her arm, poking her several times without success as she trashed about as much as she could.
“Look…” he finally said, “…you can thrash about all you like, but eventually I’m going to get this in. So the only difference will be how many extra holes you have when I do.” he said in a stern tone.
She hated to admit it, but she saw no way to fight him off or escape, so she stopped moving around and let him find a vein, before he slipped it in.
He stood back and turned on the spigot of the IV and she watched the clear liquid run down the hose and start to drip into her bloodstream.
“So, do we have to have the same discussion?” the man holding the VR headset asked as he approached.
She let out a sigh and shook her head from side to side, then let him place the headset on her, before securing it to the back of the chair, making it impossible for her to move her head.
She heard the two men that had attended her step aside, then leave the room, before the headset came alive and she was presented with a view of the room, but this time filtered through the VR cameras embedded in the headset.
“Alright, how many fingers am I holding up?” the man now seated at the desk asked.
She saw the three fingers, but smirked, “Two.”
A sudden shock rushed through her from the back of her neck and her whole body twitched in response.
“Let’s try that again, how many fingers am I holding up?”
“Three! Three!” she replied urgently.
“Better. So you are one of those people that likes to know what’s going on, or do you prefer it to be a surprise?” he asked.
“I… I want to know.”
“Alright. As you just felt, there’s an electric shocker built into the chair. It’s hook up to the computer just like the headset is. There’s also this…” he said and suddenly she felt something push up against her pants right at her pussy and start buzzing.
“Oh!” she cried out as the pleasure from the vibrations blossomed.
“The IV is currently dosing you with a mix of an aphrodisiac, a neural suppressor, and a mild hallucinogen. There’s a few other things in there, but they’re not important at the moment. In about ten minutes they’ll have taken full effect and then the real fun begins. You can try and fight it if you like, it won’t make a difference, at least not a major one. Think the difference between six hours and seven.”
“Fuck you…” she said meekly as she could feel the drugs already starting to take effect.
“Sorry, I’m more of an after guy, not a before, so maybe in a few weeks.”
She continued to hurl insults, but it was the last thing he said before the drugs took full hold of her and the VR headset came alive.
Her vision was filled with images of large breast brazillian women with huge fake asses strutting around and fucking guys.
“Ola baby!” JuJube said as she stood in front of the large LCD display that was showing an ocean scene behind her.
To her left was a tiny asian woman in a Kimono, her face painted white, her lips red. To her right was a blonde woman with huge tits and wearing a top made out of the Australian flag.
“JuJube here is in the country from Brazil… obviously, her Cultural L1T visa was processed five weeks ago and I have to say that the surgeons did a fantastic job on getting her into shape, don’t you agree.” the government agent asked of the second man standing beside him.
She tried to smile, but her puffy lips made it hard to do so, at least her perfectly white teeth shaun through.
The second man nodded, “Hard to argue with that. I understand there’s quite the backlog of applicants to take in the visa holders?”
The agent nodded, “Yes, you’re quite lucky to have gotten an early pick. The lottery has over a million entrants in it, and you are in the first batch of winners. We’ll be doing weekly draws until we get enough visa holders through processing to satisfy the demand.”
The other man nodded and JuJube moved into a slightly different pose to see if she could get his attention.
“How did the Cultural Programming go?” the man asked.
“Oh very well. We already had all the major training material in place before the legislation passed, so that was the first thing that was done for the visa holders. Here, let me show you…” the agent said and then turned to her, “JuJube, show him your tits.”
JuJube smiled and nodded, then hook her thumbs her her bikini top and pulled it up over her tits, “JuJube got big fat Brazilian titties baby! Big as footballs!”
They weren’t, but Brazilian’s loved their footie and so did she.
The agent nodded and she put her top back on, the man still staring at her tits making her pussy dripping wet.
“So if I agree to be her visa sponsor, I’ll be responsible for what exactly?” the man asked.
“Oh, just the basics. Keep her feed and healthy and housed. Beyond that you can do whatever you want with her. Keep her for yourself, rent her out to friends, have her dance at a strip club for you… whatever you like.” the agent said with a shrug.
The man smiled and nodded, “Great, I think she’ll do nicely.”
A shiver of pleasure rushed through her, she had just gotten a sponsor for her visa and nothing could be better.
“Perfect. Just a bit of paperwork and you can take her home with you.”
Both men nodded and then turned to walk towards the set of desks at the end of the room, her sponsor suddenly stopped and asked a question.
“Oh, ah… about the programming… ah… how complete is it? I mean…” he said and then lowered his voice, “…does she like butt stuff?”
The agent stopped and turned around, then waved towards JuJube and nodded. The other man turned around as well.
JuJube smiled, “Aiiiee! JuJube loves it in the butt baby!” she replied and then turned around, spread her legs, bent over at the waist and grabbed her ass checks to expose the butt plug with teh Brazilian flag on it in her ass.
The agent chuckled, and then a moment later her sponsor did as well before they walked away and JuJube couldn’t wait for her sponsor to take her home fuck her ass, just like the good Brazilian slut she was.
