Chapter 9

"I am sorry, Senorita Nella," Jose was saying to the blonde girl. "But if we permitted you to get away without punishment, it might encourage the other girls to try running away. I hope you understand, I do this with a heavy heart."

They were in a small, private room, a room with a grille on the window to prevent Nella's trying to climb out. Olivia had been led to a separate room. Both rooms had small toilets in what amounted to closet-sized rooms, and a small sink, but no shower or tub.

"What are you going to do?" Nella asked, aware of her nakedness now that the brothers had removed the clothing she and Olivia had been wearing. She was breathing heavily, partly from fear, but partly from being alone with Jose. There was something about the man, in spite of his cruelty to Olivia, that made her feel drawn to him.

"I must beat you," he told her. "This will ruin my brother's timetable, for the marks on you will not heal for some time, and because of that, he will not be able to sell you until then."

There was a gleam in his eye, but not one of sadism. Nella realized Jose was happy, deep down, that she would not be leaving as quickly as most of the other girls.

Jose produced a cord from his pants and said, "Please turn around, Senorita Nella."

"That isn't necessary," Nella told him, her tone making it understood she was willing to undergo punishment at his hands.

"What I will do will hurt," he told her, and roughly spun her around, binding her wrists behind her back. His tough treatment of her angered Nella, and she began kicking at him. Jose was forced to hurl his weight on her and press her, face-down, on the small straw-covered pallet in the room. She struggled until she was out of breath, snarling, letting him know how angry she was at being treated like chattel. When she was out of strength for awhile, he got to his feet and quickly undressed. His penis was close to her face, and Nella had a really good look at it. It was slightly longer and thicker than Eduardo's, circumcised, which was unusual for a Latin-American, with a rich red tip, standing above a set of large, fur-decorated testicles. Though the heavy balls promised virility on the part of the man, Nella was already aware of how virile this man and his brother were.

He sat on the edge of the cot and he pulled her over his knee, her face staring at the floor. Her rump was raised, nicely rounded, the two white hillocks swelling and beckoning to him.

Nella felt his hands caress her asscheeks, and she shuddered, because there was something about Jose's touch that was totally different from that of his brother. His fingers caressed the fullness of the flesh, running gently in the crack between them, and she panted and sighed, because there was something pleasurable in this that she had never known before.

Then his hand was gone. She saw his shadow on the floor of the room as his hand picked up a leather belt, and he said, "With my abject apologies, Senorita Nella, but this must be done."

The strap came down on her bottom, making a loud, sharp, cracking sound. Her buttocks turned white for a moment, and then the outline of the strap appeared in red.

"Yaaaahhhh!" Nella cried out, stiffening as much as she was able, considering she was bent over Jose's lap.

"You behaved like a twelve-year-old instead of a mature woman," Jose snapped, "and so you shall be punished the same way."

Again the strap came down, sharply cracking against the rounded upturned swells of her lovely bottom. Fire was blazing uncontrollably in her ass, the fire of pain as her superbly displayed asscheeks began thrashing about as if like two living eggs.

"Oh, no!" Nella cried out. "No! Don't do this! It hurts!"

But he closed his ears to her pleas and began swatting in earnest, the strap rising and falling on her tender buttocks again and again, lines criss-crossing her flesh, causing welts to appear, and then causing the skin to crack, and blood to seep out. He refused to stop, and Nella, through it all, felt agony, but under the agony she sensed something else. Jose wanted her to stay here, as well. She knew long before she was healed, he would find yet another excuse to punish her, so that her skin would not be unblemished at any time.

"Count!" Jose yelled, as he landed the tenth lash. "That was number ten. I shall stop when I have lashed you thirty times."

In spite of everything, Nella found herself counting under her breath. Her long blonde hair fell around her face, hiding her tear-stained countenance from the sight of the man beating her. She shuddered for she realized she was some kind of masochist. Through the pain another feeling was making itself known. A warm glow suffused the cheeks of her behind as the two egg-shaped swells arched and reared and jerked and shuddered, throbbing and burning from the leather hitting them.

At the count of twenty, Jose paused for a moment, his arm tired as he stared down at the bleeding, inflamed spheres of fire that were her ass. She felt him caressing the sore cheeks with his hands, and through the agony she was aware of how soothing it all felt.

Then he resumed beating her, the slaps resounding through the small room. They landed with echoing snaps. Following each blow, her reddened asscheeks jumped, clamping against one another as she felt trickles of blood from the open wounds, and then she slowly let her buttocks relax and fall apart. Tears fell from her face in heavy sheets, dripping to the floor of the tiny room, a bare wooden floor with possible splinters in it. Blisters raised on her buttocks, only to be broken with the next wallop. Her breathing was panting and hurried and she felt a combination of inexpressible shock and overwhelming desire for the man. He was not only hurting her and humiliating her, but he was arousing her, and doing it with great efficiency. In addition, she was aware of her own inner arousal as she felt his penis throb against her belly.

"Twenty-five," Jose said aloud. "Si?"

Nella was unable to do anything other than sob as she dangled loosely over the man's lap. He gave her five more, listening to her continuing cries, cries that seemed to come from her very heart.

She lay helplessly across his lap, now totally submissive, if only for the moment, feeling humiliation, trying hard to clamp her thighs together, ashamed that she felt arousal from being so soundly whipped. He soothed her well-pounded rear-end, his hand smearing blood all over the cheeks as he rubbed soothingly, and she felt that arousal continuing to build higher in her.

He was certain she was not aware of her own relaxation. This was a kind of punishment he had administered a few times before, and though the other females had responded in a like manner, he had never been able to "feel" their arousal as he "felt" this one's. Her large, white thighs separated more, and the emphatic crack in her jutting ass widened all the more, displaying even more of her swollen private parts. Curly strands of hair, like golden thread appeared between the lower curves of her hind cheeks, and soon he was staring at the sun-gold swell of her genital bulge.

He didn't see the inner lips, the outer labia were so puffed up they looked like little pillows, so well-stuffed, the seam between them was barely visible. Yet the leakage from her cunt was clear to the eye, and Jose knew how aroused she had become because of his beating. His staring at the throbbing pussy filled him with even more arousal.

Nella knew the beating was over, and wondered why it was she felt something for this strange, evil man who had whipped her that she had never been able to feel for any other man. Granted his brother had made love to her and had aroused her, but the feeling she had for this particular man had come about long before he had touched her, and his touch, to her, felt like something special.

The moment his fingers reached in and touched her pouting vaginal swell, she gasped as electrical delight went shooting insanely through her. An instant later, as he tickled her pubic mound, she realized she was letting him know how much she enjoyed his touch, and that was something she ought not to do. She tried clamping her thighs together, but he hooked a heel over one of her ankles and that leg was held apart from the other.

"My God!" Nella gasped. "Is this part of the punishment?"

"No!" Jose responded, rubbing her cuntlips. "This is because I cannot help myself. I find you impossible to resist. Were you not valuable merchandise, you would be my woman now."

Now Nella knew his feelings for her were very strong. She wasn't certain whether it was pure lust or if it was something stronger, but she intended playing on those feelings, possibly in order to win her freedom, but if that was impossible, she would make him want her so much, he would either never want to be parted from her, or, even if Eduardo succeeded in having his way and she was sold, he would never forget her. Even so, she mustn't make it look like she was an easy, willing conquest. No matter how much desire she felt for the man, she had to put up a front and make him think she was not some easy tramp his beatings and caressings would win over.

So she grunted and sobbed, pretending to shiver with fear while she actually trembled with desire as his fingers tickled their way through her sparse, silken hair, tracing the bulge of her feminine split-purse, teasing at the seamed center.

Jose stroked down the center of the warm, supple, and extremely tightly clenched labia, and then he pushed a finger between them ... letting it slide between her inner pink lips as well, and into the rich succulence of a wet cunt.

"Unnnnhhh ... oh no ... no ... no ... oh, God ... no ... don't ... " she gasped.

Jose refused to verbally respond. The activity of his delving hand, the intense internal heat, and the marvelous softness of her dribbling cunt had become overpoweringly stirring for him, and he had no intention of wasting time with words. He pushed his fingers deeper into the slavering pink cleft, wiggling the fingertip around inside, then pulling it back until he was able to touch the little bulb of swollen flesh on top, making it shudder and extend itself. It twitched spasmodically at his touch and tried pulling away, her feet pressing against the hard wooden floor.

Searing thrills charged through Nella as Jose continued tickling her clitoris. Another of his fingers pushed into the narrow strait of her seething, bubbling cunt, and he became aware of just how tight she was in there. As he continued stroking his finger in and out, her labia filled with blood and swelled some more, as did her clitoris, the latter rearing up from a hooded frenulum, erecting to its full length, making Nella sigh.

Clear, slippery oozing liquid continued flowing from the wet, burbling parting sweetness of her upended vagina, and though Nella tried to keep up the pretense of agony, all she felt was delight. More and more of the hot, oily juices flowed from within her. The aperture between her labia widened farther apart. Slowly, though she tried fighting it, Nella realized she was feeling an incredible sense of pleasure not even Eduardo had been able to build in her. He rubbed with a clever gentleness, caressing her clitoris repeatedly, making it stand straight up like a throbbing little penis. Quivering quake after violent shake went trammeling through her body. Rippling sensations of sheer ecstasy blasted through her. A great knot seemed to coil in the depths of her lower body. She continually panted and gasped, and still the tall man whose legs she lay across continued his tantalizing ministrations.

Jose refused to stop until he had attained the goal he was seeking. He had a sense of awareness with Nella he had never had with any other woman, and he seemed to know when he had achieved his goal. She was moaning, inwardly contracting, and then, "AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAA GGGGHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGG HHHHAAAAIIIIIYYYY EEEEAAAA-GGGGG HHHHAAAGGH!"

It was an orgasm that filled her with the greatest utmost pleasure, and she shuddered with a sense of delight Eduardo had never been able to produce in her. Jose had done more with his finger than Eduardo had done with his cock. In fact, knowing how cruel and vicious this man was, she felt more attracted to him than ever. She had never known the gun she had been carrying was a harmless weapon because it had never occurred to her to try and use it, and when he had taken it from her when first bringing her back to the car, she knew she wasn't capable of killing anyone at any time.

She lay there over his knees, a helpless prey to the frenzied pulsations of raw rapture that had charged through her body, heightened, not lessened, by the pain this man had made her feel. He was a bullying savage, and yet she was unable to keep herself from feeling strong sensations concerning him. Her legs fell limply apart, and her weight seemed to increase. She groaned, sighed, then sighed again. Maddening thrills rocked and spasmed through her, one after the other.

Then and only then did Jose lift her from his lap. He made her lie down on the pallet in the room, facedown. His hand ran over her smooth, white back, and he caressed her ass again and again, noting the cuts were already forming scabs. They would take some time to heal.

Standing, he went to the bathroom, wet a paper towel, and brought it to wash her buttocks, removing all the dried blood. He made sure she was completely cleaned, then said to her, "What I do now, senorita, I do for myself, and not because I wish to inflict punishment on you. I think you must be a bruja, a witch, for I have never felt such intense desire for a woman in my life."