Chapter 3
"Do you?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Then you understand that you will do anything I say, or I will use certain methods to bring you around to my way of thinking."
"What would you do?" she asked.
"A few days without food, while smelling the savory sauces that will be cooked for those who are obedient can be most persuasive;" Eduardo smiled. "But why talk of unpleasant things. You'll do as you're told, little blonde one, won't you?"
"Yes," she admitted in a low voice.
"Bueno, I am glad. It would be a shame to have to make you suffer any kind of anguish. Soon it will be snack time, the end of siesta time. That is four o'clock here in El Valle. Supper time is usually around eight. I think that before we have our after-siesta snack, that you and I should remove the initial obstacle to your learning how to be a woman capable of pleasing a man."
"What do you mean?" Nella asked.
"I mean, I took the liberty of having you examined while you were asleep, which is why I was not surprised when you told me you were a virgin," he said. "That piece of membrane has to be removed, and there is only one right way to do it. If you would be so kind, senorita, you will please lie on the bed. You will find me an accomplished lover, and I assure you, you will enjoy it. I have yet to fail to please a woman, even an initially unwilling woman."
"Please ... " she whimpered.
"Oh, senorita, do not be afraid," he said, walking over and taking her arm, gently but firmly. "I promise you, paradise awaits."
Terrified, frightened out of her wits, the poor blonde girl shuddered as she allowed herself to be led to the bed. Her naked body sprawled on the clean sheets, and that was when she became aware of the air-conditioning in the room, for it had made the sheets cool.
"You are afraid," Eduardo, murmured, casually removing his clothing. "You have a right to be afraid. But I shall wipe that fear from you. I shall make of you a loving, responsive woman, and perhaps earn as much as sixty thousand dollars from the Argentinian, when the time comes. But in order for me to do so, you must learn to look at my nakedness with no apprehension, Senorita Nella."
She quivered as he removed the last vestige of clothing. He had a hard, lean, slender body, firm and powerful, and at the fulcrum between his thighs dangled the cause of her fears. At the moment it was a quiescent, shrunken mass with a purple head. Behind it was a leathery scrotum, covered with a tangle of black hairs.
When he lay down beside her, Nella was ready to jump off the bed. She panted heavily, more terrified than ever before, because this wasn't going to be light necking, where she would be able to stop the man from putting his hands on the firm, upstanding white breasts that even as she lay down rose from her body like sand dunes, each peaked with a delightful pink nipple, each nipple surrounded by a large pink circle.
His hands ran lightly over her skin again and again, and each time he touched her she shook. But as time passed, the shivers decreased, and little by little she began slowly, ever-so-slowly relaxing. Soon her flesh felt bathed in a luxuriant warmth, for even as his lips kissed her throat and his hands caressed her arms and belly and legs, he never once touched an intimate area. After what seemed like forever, she relaxed. Against her will and better judgment, her body simply lost all its tension, and when the powerful, handsome Eduardo pressed his hot, hard masculine penis against Nella's thigh, though she initially jumped, she slowly but surely felt her body becoming accustomed to the hot pressure of it. It lay there, against the same part of her outer thigh, for the longest time, and as his hands continued caressing her flesh, lightly running over the hills of her pointed breasts for the first time, she became aware of something new and different beginning to build inside her. Arousal was there. Seething, overpowering, building ever-so-slowly, tantalizing her shuddering form, making her aware for the first time in her life there was so much more to living than she had initially believed.
Nella found herself floundering. This strange man, this man who had caused her to be drugged and brought here, who had stripped her naked while she had been asleep, who had probed her feminine orifices and discovered she was a virgin, this same man was now making love to her, and she was allowing it to happen. Not only that, but nothing inside her allowed her to resist. She was a total victim of her senses, senses that responded to a man's handling rather than rejecting what this man wanted to do to her.
His fingers trailed over her nipples again and again, making them harden and peak, the nubbins swollen and throbbing. She sighed and was amazed at the currents of delight continually wandering through her shuddering body. She was afraid to resist him, she knew that, but aside from that, she almost wanted him to continue, well aware of just what all this was leading up to. Yet she had no alternative.
His mouth pressed itself to her flesh, and for the first time she felt that it was like to have the man kissing her breasts and licking her nipples. More vibrantly wild shudders trammeled their way through her quaking body. She was totally out of control, unable to settle back to her previous state, no longer thinking about the fact that she was a prisoner here, one who would shortly be sold like some object.
Bliss filled her mind as his mouth worked on her breasts, sucking at her nipples, while his hands wandered lower on her body. Delightful charges blasted through her, and maddening delight fulfilled her, causing her to quake. She had her first orgasm merely from having her nipples sucked. It was mild compared to the many that would follow in the days to come, but it was something new, something different, and as a result something wantonly overpowering. It was also a prelude to the more intense feelings already beginning to build in her body. When his fingers ran down her belly, teasing at the hairs on her pelvis, she involuntarily tightened for a moment, but the instant he kissed her ear, she softened the pressure of her thigh muscles, and his fingers gently, tauntingly delved between her thighs and began caressing her inner labia. She gasped, and another bolt of lightning blasted through her as he touched her clitoris. She allowed him to rub the little button until it extended into a pellet, and then she all but exploded as one finger slid partly into the open mouth of her warm, wet, sucking vaginal sheath, while a thumb massaged her clitoris and a third orgasm, more powerful than the others, overtook her.
As he continued fingering her vagina, Eduardo allowed his penis to move over her body, rubbing the hard, long stick of flesh against all of her. At one point, when he moved it between her breasts, she was so enthralled by what he was doing to her, she clamped her swollen womanly hills around the weighty organ, compressing the mammaries with her own hands, barely aware of what she was doing, knowing only that she loved what she was feeling. His fingers, continually titillating her vagina and clitoris, brought her to a fourth orgasm, one more powerful than the others, and as a result, one that made her weaker.
The afterglow of her orgasm was so intense that she was only vaguely aware of Eduardo rubbing his penis between the breasts she had firmly clamped together. Little by little he began sliding his seething cock down her body, and though she missed feeling it press between her throbbing breasts, she was so overcome by the funk in which she was in, she didn't realize what was happening.
Eduardo stared down at Nella with a grim determination, aware of how delightful she was, and how marvelous she would be when he was finally through with her. Yes, she would fetch a fat price, of this there was no doubt, no doubt whatsoever.
His hands were beneath her knees now, slowly lifting them, making certain her feet were flatly planted on the mattress, and then he slowly parted her thighs as he slid between them, his fingers still working magic over her tantalizing body, teasing her belly, her pelvis, her labia, and occasionally even delving between her thighs to sink an inch or two into the wet sump that was her aching cunt.
Air washed across her clitoris, sending static buzzing through Nella's body, the drenched lips of her vagina all but squeezing shut to protect the inner chamber from the air-conditioning in the room. She was floating on a cloud at the moment, and wanted nothing to disturb her. Yet there was suddenly a pressure on her cloud, making her aware of weight somewhere between her thighs, and she gasped, afraid her body would slide from the cloud on which it was riding, and would end up smashing to bits on earth, ten thousand miles below. She opened her eyes, staring upward, and the subliminal spell she had been under suddenly came to an end.
There was Eduardo, his naked body on his knees between her parted thighs, wanton and lustful, his handsome, cruel, treacherous face gleaming with a film of perspiration, for it was obvious that the man, in spite of his supposed clinical detachment, had suddenly become very much enmeshed in what he was doing, and as a result, wanted her very much. He licked his lips with lust, and then Nella's eyes wandered down his body and she felt terror, like an icy knife, cut through her shuddering form. Dear God! What was that? It was so huge, so immense! Was that the fleshy meat roll she had compressed between her breasts only moments before? It was an unbelievably huge doric column of meat, gristle, and blood. At the moment it was mere inches above the golden carpeting of sparse hairs paving the way to her tantalizingly sodden vagina, her virginal treasure trove. It was glistening with its own juices, and she became aware of the sticky wetness between her breasts-the residue from the tip of his penis.
"Your first lesson, chica," Eduardo said to her. "What you must do is always make the man you are with feel he is superior, that he is what you want, what you need, and what you adore. You must let him know with looks, with your touch, but you must also tell him what it is you want most. Now tell me."
"Tell you what?" she asked.
"You are new to this, so I shall be patient. A man likes to hear what you call filthy words. Soon enough you shall learn them in Spanish, but for now it would be wise for you to merely say them in English. The Spanish will come soon enough. Be direct, and tell the man exactly what it is you wish him to do."
"B-but I don't know ... " Nella gasped.
"Of course you do," Eduardo assured her in a calming tone of voice. "This, senorita," he told her, waving his penis at her, "is called my cock. This," he said, rubbing two fingers against her vaginal opening, "is your cunt. When I put my cock inside your cunt, in your language it is what is called fucking. Therefore, what you want me to do is fuck my cock into your cunt. So tell me to fuck you in your cunt with my cock, senorita."
A strong sweeping illness suddenly swept through the body of the horizontal blonde girl. She would have heaved at that point had she been able, but she realized as she lay there that she had been unconscious for much longer than she had believed, and her stomach was empty, at present. She also knew that if that monstrous pillar made its way into the depths of her quivering body, it would tear her to shreds, causing her all kinds of tormenting pain, and she was most definitely not ready for that kind of agony. Her imagination filled itself with images of her vagina being wedged onto that blunt-topped phallus, the organ splitting her apart inside.
"My God, no!" she rasped, feeling her mouth dry and cottony. "You'll kill me if you do that. Please, please Mr ... "
"I am Senor Blass, chica."
"Please, Senor Blass ... I wash myself down there whenever I bathe, and it's hard enough for me to fit one finger only an inch into myself to keep me clean down there. If you try forcing that ... " she was unable to use the word cock ... "into me, you'll split me wide apart. Please, for the love of heaven, don't do it."
The man threw back his head and laughed out loud, the sound like a razor cutting through Nella's ear drums.
"Ah, senorita, you are very funny indeed," he told her. "I can see the tombstone now ... here lies Nella, the only woman in the world who was fucked to death!"
Pressing her heels into the mattress beneath her, Nella did her best to try and slide out from under the man. Her elbows, like ski-poles pressed into the bed and helped her push her way out from underneath. Her buttocks humped up and down as she attempted to wiggle out.
Eduardo's eyes hardened, and he said, "You must learn that when a man wishes to possess you chica, especially a man who has paid the price, then you must be willing."
He suddenly dropped his hand to her vagina, his thumb thrusting into the tiny little opening. At the same time the middle finger of the same hand sought out, and found her anus. With a cruel smile on his face, he drove the finger in to the first knuckle, widening her sphincter, causing pain Nella had never previously been able to imagine. He had her gripped like a bowling ball, and his mean, meaty hand tightly clenched her as if attempting to bridge the gap of her tantalizing perineum.
Nella's head flopped back, and her mouth suddenly flew wide open but the breath had been knocked out of her so she was unable to scream. Nothing, but nothing in the world had ever felt as painful to her. He was digging into her sphincter and her tender vulva at the same time.
"You were saying?" he asked, growling ominously, his voice dripping with anger and the promise of more intense degrees of pain if she didn't comply with his wishes.
The thumb in her vagina was excruciating, but it was still minor compared to the agony tearing through her rectum. The pressure of his middle finger squeezed out what little resistance Nella had attempted to offer. Her fighting thighs suddenly relaxed, falling uselessly apart, spread to their limit in an attempt to ease the vising pressure of the man's firm grip.
"Digame, senorita," he said. "Speak to me!"
Without wanting it to happen, Nella felt the words from her own mouth spilling forth between clenched teeth, sounding to her as if the words were being spoken by a stranger.
"All right, all right ... fuck me ... " she whimpered.
"Where!?" he taunted.
"In my ... c-cunt," she gasped.
"With what?" he asked.
"W-with your c-cock," she nodded.
"Say please."
"Please ... oh, please ... fuck me in my cunt with your cock but don't hurt me anymore!" she begged.
His fingers suddenly let go, and the beautiful blonde Nella lay still, allowing her manhandled orifices to seemingly re-shape themselves, the only sounds in her ears was heavy thumping, originating in her chest from the adrenalin pain had pumped through her system.
Eduardo leaned over Nella's body and said, "If you wish me to be gentle, you must behave. If you resist, you will be treated harshly until you behave."
"I understand," she whimpered.
"Good," he nodded, and to reward her for agreeing with him, he leaned down and once again applied his mouth gently to her left breast, his lips and tongue working on her nipples until seething sensations of scintillating desire once again warmed her interior, though her mind was still filled with the agony he was capable of giving her, as well. He switched over to her other breast, and once more lassitude charged through Nella.
The beautiful blonde groaned and sighed, but at no time attempted to push the man away from her. His greedy lips continually roamed the fullness of her white, upstanding mounds, and her nipples throbbed with unwanted delight, telegraphing a message of tingling pleasure through her flat belly into the depths of her sodden vagina. Her buttocks continued to grind into the mattress in a futile effort to combat the tickling sensation she felt inside her.
The handsome, cruel man levered himself above Nella, his hands digging into the mattress on either side of her head, letting her feel his wrists against the tops of his shoulders. Then he lowered his right hand between their bodies and guided the solidly throbbing penis forward until the rounded tip gently parted the fullness of the lovely girl's fleshy cuntlips.
Nella knew there was no way to avoid this. She shuddered and threw her head to one side as she felt the uncomfortable electric contact against the sensitive, ragged edges of her sodden vagina. She took a deep breath and held it for what seemed like an eternity, lying perfectly still under the utter subjugation of the man, waiting for that final, awesome thrust that would surely destroy her and cause a tearing pain, perhaps mercifully ending this rite of human sacrifice she was being forced to perform.
At that moment the cruel grin on the man's face, the grin of lascivity and patience, faded, replaced by a contorted expression of raw lust. He was unable to stand it any longer, seeing this helplessly innocent young girl spread-eagled beneath him with only the tip of his pointed phallus pressing into the opening of her tender trap. His balls had been stimulated by what he had been doing with her, and as a result demanded that the time had come to make a woman of her. He had to fuck his cock into her, penetrating her to the deepest depths before he exploded. The muscles of his ass clenched tightly together, and he rammed forward with a vengeance.
"Aaaaaiiiiyyyyyaaaa iiiyyyyy aaagggghhhhhh!" the helpless girl suddenly shouted.
The scream was forced from the depths of her lungs, and Nella was certain a red-hot poker had been powered into her, skewering her like a spinning bullet as it pushed into the virginal flesh of her anguished cunt, mashing the barrier of her virginity, and then moving into the flaming soddenness of the tantalizing cavern beyond. The burning ingot of steel plunged endlessly and mercilessly deeper into the tightly expanding feminine channel.
Nella, out of breath, was capable of only groaning at this point, and she twisted in anguish beneath the depraved attack on her unprotected genitalia. Through the failing consciousness of her agonized brain, she felt as if her entire lower body had been lowered into a vat of boiling oil. That tender, flaccid symbol of her helpless virginity had been suddenly and instantly ripped from inside her with one savage thrust. But all she was able to think of was the shock and pain as her body went limp because of the way it had over tightened when he had ripped her inner flesh.
Eduardo's thickly destructive phallus ripped into her vagina with the power of a burning freight train, pushing and plundering the wet walls of her vagina apart, separating the membranes before it as it plundered deeper without bothering to think of any injury it might cause. The surging waves of agitated vaginal flesh rippled before the driving power of the masculine drill, and then suddenly the man's pelvis smacked solidly into her split loins as his balls bounced weightily against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched behind.
Her mouth was half open, the lips agitatedly attempting to define and form words of some kind, but she was unable to say anything, gurgling instead. The spear seemingly ripped through a hundred thousand tiny threads inside her, and now the head of the penis was buried in the depths of her belly, filling the available space while stretching her to make room for even more. She felt the hardness of the penis press against the back wall of her vagina and wondered if he was going to smash through that, as well. At the moment his chest lay heavily on the swells of her lovely breasts as his hands slipped beneath the moons of her delightful buttocks, parting them as if attempting to open her vagina to even greater assault, wanting to sink even deeper into her although the full length of his pike was so far into her it would have been impossible for him to go deeper.
Eduardo now lay still, panting from his effort, his cold, uncaring brown eyes staring down into her wide and pained eyes, seeing the white of her eyeballs until her pupils finally rolled back into place. He was aware of the stiffness in the body of the woman beneath him, straight as a board, afraid to bend, afraid to straighten her legs out, afraid of any movement whatsoever, feeling motion on her part was conducive to even more pain.
Nella was aware of her soft, interior vaginal walls slowly expanding more and more, stretching farther and farther apart in stuttering jerks to accept the throbbing bulk of the invading penis. Her nostrils quivered as they picked up Eduardo's mint-scented breath as he raggedly panted into her beautiful face, his eyes as cold and as merciless as ever.
Nella gasped, feeling a sharp throb inside her as the man flexed his cock inside her. But she realized her inner walls were already beginning to adjust, and though feeling stretched beyond endurance, now enlarged more, and enlarged a bit more easily.
"Ah, si," the man nodded, smiling at her. "You are most definitely a virgin. In the Middle East, as such, you would have brought an untold fortune from some harem sheik, but if I were to attempt to trade there, the competition might take it into its head to slit my throat. I trade in my territory, and they trade in theirs. So, you are most fortunate, Senorita Nella, for in losing your virginity to me, you lose it relatively gently. The sheiks are not known for their kindness and patience."
Nella wondered, if this was kindness and patience, just how much more brutal were those sheiks? It was something she never wanted to find out ... never!
For the moment, the blonde woman was content she was still alive. She was astounded she was still able to see Eduardo's face and smell his breath as the pain within her began to slowly but surely subside. She had survived a killer attack, losing her virginity in much the same manner women in years before had lost their maidenheads when violated by Huns, Vikings, Goths, Vandals, Magyars, Moslems, Turks, Christians, Nazis, and even the Japanese. It really didn't matter, did it! She was fast learning the same lesson all those women had learned. The membrane inside her vagina was a piece of relatively unimportant tissue. Survival was all that mattered-survival no matter what the cost. Women were capable of adapting to the length and breadth of any human penis, surviving almost every time.
Her tears of shame and humiliation continued to pour, unabated, from Nella's eyes. But the continuing flow of tears was not for her virginity, but rather her only way of protesting the outrageous way this evil man had handled her. From what he had told her, even if he did as he wished, if she pleased whomever bought her, the man might marry her. Such a man, in order to buy her, had to be extremely wealthy, and if she were married to him, and he died, all that wealth would come to her. Her mind was already working toward that.
"Believe me, senorita," Eduardo told her in a soothing voice. "The swift way in which I broke your maidenhead was the best way. To have prolonged it would have been to have caused you much more pain. As time goes by, you will come to realize what an accomplished lover I truly am, and when you leave here, you shall miss me."
He pulled his vacuum-sealed phallus back an inch, waited until she had relaxed herself slightly, then slammed it forward. There was no verbal sound from Nella, but the cords in her neck bulged with a fresh onset of pain.
"Come, come," Eduardo smiled. "I know it hurts at the moment, but you must never, but never let your male companion know you are enduring pain. All this is part of the learning process. You must smile and tell your lover how good he is no matter how much he hurts you. So tell me, you think this is good, do you not?"
"Hunh! Yes! Oh, yessssss ... goooooood ... "she cried out, fearing any wrong answer would aggravate the Latin-American and cause him to become excessively brutal.
The man clamped his sticky, wet lips solidly against her own mouth and slowly but surely eeled his tongue between her teeth. He began a slow but sure rocking motion between the beautiful blonde's tantalizing thighs, his fingers folding into the crack between her buttocks as he held her in place and rammed his cock in hard. He continued ramming with mounting abandon, shoving into the depths of the unresisting and beautiful tender flesh beneath him. He was aware of his heated phallus increasing in size and pressuring the walls of her vagina, straining them to the limit as he savagely powered into her. Dios! This was going to be some woman! She was not yet aware of what a marvelous innate ability she had, but Eduardo, who had sampled more cunts in his life than any hundred men did in their entire lives, knew this was going to be a special woman. She would become a masterful fucking partner, and the man who bought her would be fortunate, indeed.
Nella felt the tightness of her narrow interior passage continuing to widen and stretch with each smooth, short stroke the man powered into her, and her mind recalled the lascivious picture of two mating horses she had once seen, feeling her vagina acting as she had seen the mare's hind quarters behaving, the lips of her squeezing cunt clinging tightly to the pumping penis on each outstroke, reversing, and folding in on itself with each inward drive.
There was no way for her to resist the fleshy instrument continually burrowing in and out of her, sinking itself to the deepest part of her vagina each time he powered forward, pinning her hand-gripped buttocks that much more strongly, tugging her against him each time he thrust forward. The wet, slurping sound of his massive phallus withdrawing filled her ears with obscene noises that aroused her rather than repelled her. It was a sound she had never really heard before, and the awareness that it came from the rigid cock pumping madly into her own flesh quickened the involuntary reactions of Nella's previous feelings of helplessness as abuse finally gave way, little by little to licentious flames of desire charging through her blood vessels.
The degradation she had been feeling was no longer any kind of enemy to her. Now it was a pleasurable thrill that licked through her, producing sensations much stronger than those she had felt prior to his causing her pain.
Since Nella felt it was impossible for her to sink any lower in her own estimation of herself, she accepted what fate had decreed for her for the moment, allowing herself to even smile a little because of the unexpected heady experience of turbulence charging through her. Her acceptance of the inevitable sent wildly cold chills running along the base of her spine, and the feeling swelled in intensity as Eduardo set a slow, regulated rhythm, his penis sawing in and out of her steaming womanly trench, the treated sheet below catching her mixture of oil and blood. He skewered her repeatedly, and she found she was no longer able to merely lie there like a lump of meat.
Nella's body began twitching and wriggling in time to what she was feeling, and she groaned as her mouth felt his tongue probing through-a bonus of sensation. Always one to accept what the situation required, Nella responded to Eduardo with sudden and complete abandon as her own tongue attempted to catch the beat of the music coming from the depths of her groin. She began riding the relentless penis, adapting to the gait as if her body were beneath a cantering horse and she was riding him, upside-down.
A low, steady hum of mounting passion oozed from the depths of her chest as her face worked with contorted ecstasy, mouth grinding feverishly against the lips and tongue of this slave trader whose sole interest in her was how best to use her, first physically, then financially. Her nostrils flared as she became more and more aware of acute passion charging uncontrollably through her as perspiration broke out in small beads on her forehead in spite of the air-conditioning in the room.
Eduardo tightened his grip on the beautiful blonde's tantalizing rump, gripping one rounded and full cheek in each hand, feeling the buttocks constantly flex and unflex. He pushed his hands closer together beneath her, moving his fingers between her thighs, submerging his fingers into her cuntlips from beneath, feeling the way his battering phallus crammed itself in and out of her masticating pandiculation. Her labia were like velvet curtains that brushed the sides of his penis as he worked it in and out of her. Eduardo smiled to himself, aware of the muscles tensing in her thighs as her body came more and more to life because of what he was doing. She strove to meet his downward thrusts, making sure her hot, tight, wet vaginal cave had swallowed the full length of cock, pulling it in to the deepest part of her cunt.
Nella no longer felt any kind of discomfort. The groans of pain coming from her mouth had turned to mewls of pleasure, as Eduardo had known they would, having introduced so many virgins to the world of sex. Her mewls poured into his open mouth, and he kissed her that much harder, feeling her mouth tantalizingly respond. She continued wriggling beneath him with an intensity of feeling she had not yet felt, for in spite of the climaxes she had already had, none of them were going to compare with what was beginning to mount inside her. She strained for that climactic peak, knowing it was going to be nerve-shattering, aching to feel it. She had no thoughts at present other than to get the most from being fucked-even if this fucking had been initiated against her will. Her body was responding more and more to what the man was doing to her, giving back to Eduardo the pleasure his driving cock was bringing to her.
Eduardo lifted his cruelly handsome face from her beautiful countenance and stared down the hard, flatness of his stomach as he shifted into a longer, more driving stroke. He saw the way the veins on his glistening cock stood out as he withdrew until only the head of the penis was inside her sucking vaginal mouth. Then he stayed stock-still for a moment, watching the way Nella flailed around, expectantly waiting for the penis to be driven right back into her. Then he slammed it in, and on the crushing instroke, the phallus was totally swallowed alive, as if it were a snake being eaten by a roadrunner. Their hairs were entangled together as his weighty balls smacked wetly against her perineum.
He slid a hand inside the crack between her buttocks, reaching for, and finally finding the tightly puckered brown crinkle of anus cradled defenselessly below. It was stretching with the intense movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins. The man cursed himself for not having kept a feathered tickler nearby, one with a silver ring to slip on his finger so he would be able to apply the feather to her asshole. For the moment she would have to be content with a finger instead of the feather. So he pushed the finger into her rectum with a quick, sodomizing thrust, feeling it buried up to the first knuckle inside her.
"Ahunh!" she gasped in pained surprise.
But the man didn't relax. Rather he thrust harder, shoving his finger in, to the second knuckle. He was enjoying himself, relishing the fact that he was deeply violating her in every sensory orifice at this moment, and she was, or would be enjoying all of it.
"Ggggghhhhaaaannnhhhh!" she groaned louder this time.
Eduardo knew he had the luscious blonde precisely where he wanted her. In fact, she had responded much more quickly than he had imagined she would, and as a result, he was way ahead with her than he would be with some of the other five who were still asleep in the dungeon, below. It was going to be a shame to give this one up, but she would bring in too much money, and if he had kept all the women he had wanted to keep because of their superiority to most of the other females he had fucked, he would probably have a harem to rival that of the fabled King Solomon. She was so good, he was already on the verge of orgasm. He wished it weren't so, because he would have loved plundering her rectal orifice with his penis, too. That would come later. All in good time. For now, he would content himself with this.
He worked his finger around and around inside her rubbery rectum, pulling the elastic softness wider and wider, adding a second finger as his throbbing cock continued slamming into the seething, sucking, wanton depths of her shuddering vaginal well. He smiled when she grimaced, enjoying the fact that she was, for the moment, wise enough not to complain.
The noises coming from the depths of her chest became broken gasps of pleasure as her anus became more and more accustomed to the unnatural invasion. Edurado nodded and smiled even more widely, knowing he had achieved yet another victory in so short a period of time as he felt her starting to slowly rotate her rectum back and forth against his driving fingers as they continued to methodically probe into her warm, rubbery depths. He fingered her asshole in concert with the drubbing his penis was giving her aching cunt, and she twisted and squealed because of the continually mounting pleasure she was feeling in both orifices. Her loins struggled to feel even more.
The handsome Latin flattened his chest against her full and bulbous breasts, feeling her nipples cut into his flesh, and loving every bit of it. Nella felt his weight, and as a result her breathing began coming in heavy, labored gasps. He used his free hand to probe between their bodies, reaching down with his thumb and using it to massage her clitoris, rubbing the swollen bud again and again, making it extend. His fingers were entangled in her perspiration-soaked vaginal hairs as he pushed on the clitoral bud as if it were a doorbell, skimming its surface repeatedly, rubbing it and rubbing it until he realized he was indeed "ringing her chimes."
The pillarly white legs on either side of him flew up and opened wide and she began screeching almost hysterically. She opened herself in total offering to the tantalizing ravishment of her vagina, clitoris, and asshole by the man who obviously knew how best to touch her to bring out the best in her. He was a clever demon, all right, making her feel things she had never known existed, turning pain to pleasure, making her ache for more and more. At this point, she knew she had to achieve orgasm. Her drive for fulfillment surpassed even that of Eduardo as her groin bounced back from each jab of the pounding cock and massaging fingers. Her ass, like a masochistic punching bag, hit the mattress again and again, bouncing up every time.
"Fuck deeper ... " she gasped, speaking of her own volition for the first time. "That's it ... deeper ... I'm going to ..."
Her face was contorted and pale with strain as she kept on driving her body all the more violently against him, the hardened nipples of her breast all but cutting into his chest and making him bleed. She was there, on the verge.
Eduardo pulled his fingers from her tight asshole, making a "sssst" sound as he pulled them out. He put his hands under her knees and pushed them back hard and fast so that they framed her face above her shoulders. The plane of her crotch was there, bare, wide-open, totally exposed as he drove straight down into her, a mad, pile-driving cock that brutally crammed itself that much harder into her.
"Anh ... oooonnnnhhhh ... yessss ... morrre ... good ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh ... don't stop ... don't stop ... don't stop ... " she begged, groaning as if she were in anguish, her hands clawing at his back, a back that had been ripped to shreds by countless other fingernails before. She dug her nails into his buttocks, pulling hard, as if attempting to make him pierce her back wall and sink the penis into her vital organs.
Abruptly her beautiful body stiffened with her legs straightening out behind her head, and it was as if she were hung in the air, her ankles supported by strings, and some invisible thing holding up her buttocks as he sliced into her rapidly. She shuddered uncontrollably.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYY EEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHH UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH AAAGGGG HHHHH-UUUURRRRGGG HHHHNNNNGGGG HHHH-AAAANNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHH-AAAA WWWWAAAAAGGGG HHHHUUUU-NNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAGGGGHHHH!" she screamed, her voice bouncing from wall to wall in the room, echoing and re-echoing again and again.
Eduardo felt her wet and sticky vaginal oils bursting out around the plug of his cock, flooding his loins, washing his thighs down. He let her thighs down and began pumping into her all the more quickly, for now that she had come she would soon be oversensitive and he had to have his own satisfaction. He dug his hard cock deeper than ever into the narrow tightness of her squeezing and demanding cunt, feeling her inner envelope squeeze around the penile length, milking it in the hope of keeping her own orgasm alive. At this point Nella was out of breath and felt it almost impossible to inhale. Eduardo's chest, once again pressed firmly against her breasts, was heaving so hard, she wondered if he would have some kind of fit.
But the insane wildness of her orgasm finally had its effect on the evil slave trader. As her hot, wet, sucking vaginal walls continued tightening around his hard-driving, thrusting, penile power-point, he threw back his own head and bellowed, "YYYYAAAARRRR-GGGG HHHAAAAUUUU WWWAAAANNNN-GGGG HHHHAAAAAGGGG HHHHUUUUNNN-GGGGHHH!"
His pulsing cock exploded insanely into the seething depths of her squeezing vaginal container. His prick jerked and sputtered and spat more and more of the seething oils, the sperm coming from a continuing geyser, pouring into the tightness of her body. Eduardo kept firing until he had emptied his balls into her, and then his testicles twitched, unable to manufacture more, though his cock seemed to be demanding they try. His sperm was forming multitudes of puddles in her feminine depths, and she was so filled with the sperm, he wondered if her belly had swollen as a result.
The two bodies went limp after that. He collapsed on top of her for the moment, drained. Yes, she was good, really good. So few women, even experienced women, had the kind of snapping pussy capable of really milking every last drop of sperm from the body of a man. Her eyes were glazed, and she gasped out what seemed like her first breath in hours, filling her lungs with the smell of sex that filled the room, realizing it was a wonderful smell, and would have been even more wonderful had it been the mingled aromas of herself and a man she might have chosen, herself.
The thick penis inside her vagina was shrinking, softening, and the man finally had the strength to withdraw it. It came out with a wet sucking sound, and when he pulled it from her body, a wet thread of seminal fluid seemed to run from her body to him, like some kind of spidery umbilical cord.
Nella lay there, realizing now that it was over, that she had submitted to a shameful thing, no matter how good it felt. Somehow, in some way, she had to get away from this man. She wasn't merchandise, no matter what he thought.