Chapter 10
It was a large adobe hut, with two rooms. The doorway to the other part of the hut was simple made by not completing the middle thick mud wall. And the section which they entered through the main door, which was still another passage left uncompleted and covered by a faded and rotting kind of matting. There was a battered wooden chair and a table which bore the marks of bottles whose damp bottoms had left permanent stains along the marred surface. There was a thick, dirty serape in a corner, evidently a kind of blanket which served as cot for the deceased occupant of this rude and primitive dwelling.
Herded into the hut, Jack and Eunice stood together and for the first time since her marriage, Eunice's terror made her huddle against her husband and looking up at him, whisper, "My God, how long are they going to keep us here?"
"I don't know. Let me do the talking."
"Oh, yes - I'm afraid of them! Are - are they really bandits?"
"In this wild part of the country, the peons can't make a living from farming - you've seen how bad the land is - and they turn to stealing whenever they can. It's a very profitable way. Sometimes if they belong to big bands, they can hold people for ransom and get a lot of money."
This news did not make Eunice any happier and she shivered when she saw the bearded Gonzales smile at her and once more, ironically, remove his sombrero and bow low. Then he spoke.
"We do not have too much time, Senora, so I will talk to your esposo and see if he can pay enough so that we cause you no distress. Otherwise -" he left the sentence unfinished, but shrugged as he moved toward Jack.
"What's on your mind, amigo?" Jack Mordaunt tried to be casual.
"Why, it is this, senor. My friends Pedro and Hernando need money, it is true, but Pedro has taken a fancy to your beautiful Senora. How much can you give us if I manage to hold Pedro off? If it is enough, perhaps we could go to Mexico and there Pedro can fuck one of the pupes, the good looking ones whose price is many pesos."
"I told you all I have is thirty dollars cash and my watch."
"I do not think that is enough, senor. I am desolate. Hernando, take the Senor's money; as he says, the traveler's checks are of no use to us. They would lead the policia to us much too quickly."
The wiry little bandit with the scar held out his hand and Jack Mordaunt took out his wallet, extracted the bank notes and handed them over to him. Then he unstrapped his expensive Swiss wrist watch and gave that to Hernando also.
"What about you, Senora?" Gonzales pursued. "Have you any dinero?"
"No-no. I don't. Oh, please let us go," she stammered, her heart pounding wildly.
"I do not think it is enough. Verdad, it is truly not enough. Pedro would spend it all on the pupes and there would be nothing left for Hernando and myself. I am very much afraid, Senora, that we must let you entertain us to buy yourself freedom."
"What - what do you mean?" Eunice quavered, her eyes enormous pools of consternation.
"You bastards, let her go! Don't touch her, do you hear? When I get to Mexico City, I'll have you hunted down and hanged if you lay a finger on her."
"I do not propose to lay a finger on her, as you say," Gonzales chuckled as he began to unbutton his pants, "but I think this is much better for the senora. Besides, as you have told me, she is on her honeymoon and is no doubt eager to feel a man who is much an hombre with good cojones."
Eunice uttered a cry of disgust and terror and recoiled. Hernando had just revealed a formidable prick, the head obscenely red, the shaft gnarled with heavy dark blue veins surging up against the taut skin.
"If you'll send one of your men to Mexico City to a bank where I have an account, you'll get money, but let my wife go," Jack Mordaunt said hoarsely.
"I regret, Senor, that we don't have the time. We are poor men and we do not believe in fairy tales. What is before us, we take. That is the simplest way. Pedro, Hernando, I think the senor is going to be unhappy in a few minutes because we appreciate his beautiful gringa wife. So let us give him a place of honor at the festival."
With this, as he trained his gun on Jack, the others nodded. The two other Mexicans seized Jack, dragged him to the battered chair, forced him down in it. Hernando took the lasso attached to his heavy brown leather belt and swiftly bound Eunice's virile husband to the chair, passing it round and round his chest, under his armpits, around his waist and finally making it fast around his ankles and tying a double knot at the end.
"Better silence his mouth, or he'll make so much noise it'll distract us when we make love to his lovely Senora," Gonzales chuckled.
"You dirty bastards, you touch my wife and you all hang! I'll personally see to it! Let her go, I tell you!" Jack Mordaunt cried, struggling uselessly in his bonds.
Fat Pedro thrust his hands into his pants and drew out a dirty handkerchief, which he came forward to cram into Jack Mordaunt's mouth. Then taking the bandana handkerchief knotted around his fat neck, he placed it over Jack's mouth and knotted it around Jack's neck, thus effectively silencing the pinioned captive.
Eunice, her eyes supremely dilated, her palms against the back of the heavy, thick mud wall, shrank herself as the three Mexicans turned to stare at her.
"What - what are you - are you going to do to me?" she faltered, her voice breaking in her terror.
"Well, Senora," Gonzales calmly responded, "when one is on one's honeymoon, one makes love, no es verdad. And as you see, nature has given the good cojones for this purpose." He gestured toward his stiff, swollen prick, which pointed directly at the horrified brunette.
"Oh my God, Jack, he - he's going to rape me!" Eunice cried hysterically. "Oh no, no, don't let him. For God's sake, Jack, help me. I'm your wife! Oh my God, don't let them hurt me."
Jack Mordaunt fought against his gag and bonds, but only a sputtering, muffled sound emerged. The chair was heavy, the lasso solid and its windings around his body completely paralyzed him.
"How shall we do this, Gonzales?" The wiry little Hernando began to unbutton his own pants and emerged his own cock. It was longer than Gonzales', with a broad, plum-shaped head that looked huger and more obscene because it was set off from the shaft by a deep, broad circumsional groove.
"Perhaps we should ask the Senora whom she prefers first?" Gonzales laughed.
"No! Oh God, you're not going to do th-that to me. Jack, help me! They - they're going to rape me - all of them - oh, you horrible filthy brutes - to show me yourselves this way - Oh my God!"
Seeing the rude doorway, she quickly sprang towards it in the pathetic hope of finding shelter in the other section of the hut. Gonzales bellowed with laughter.
"The Senora wants to play games. But no, Senra, we will do it here, so that your husband can watch how well we salute your beauty. Hernando, bring her back."
"With the greatest of pleasure!"
A moment later, screaming and pleading, Eunice was dragged back by the wrists and flung down on the floor in front of her helpless husband.
"Now, Senora," Gonzales continued as he waved the gun at her, "we do not wish to hurt you, verdad. So we will let you take off all your clothing so that you will be naked and ready to fuck. Otherwise, I should be desolate, you will have to be stripped by force. You have your choice, Senora. But make it fast, for as you see, we are all ready to fuck you at this very moment."
"Oh, Jack, they - they want me to take off my clothes. Oh my God, what am I going to do?" Eunice sobbed, clasping her hands in prayer and on her knees, appealing desperately to her helpless husband.
"I think she will give us a little trouble, Pedro, so you may help her undress. You may be her lady's maid."
As the fat mustached bandit came toward her, Eunice gave a wild scream and tried to run, this time toward the door of the hut, but Pedro seized her by a wrist and spun her around, then slapped her face brutally.
"Maybe you do not hear so well. In Mexico, when a man speaks to a woman, she obeys him. Now take off your clothes and be all naked."
"I - I can't. Oh, I'd rather die! Oh, Jack, they're all going to h-have me - oh, save me, Jack! Don't let them - Oh, Jack - Oh, my God!" Eunice hysterically wept.
Jack spluttered and twisted about in his chair, his face flushed, his eyes staring as he saw Pedro and Hernando holding Eunice between them, saw Gonzales approach them and laying his hand on the bodice of her dress, brutally ripped it down. Next, seizing the material at the shoulders, he pulled energetically and the tattered dress fell about her feet, leaving her in the bra and pantie combination, with garter belt, hose and pumps, which Jack Mordaunt himself had viewed in their compartment only the day before.
"Caramba! Dios!" Gonzales swore, licking his lips. "This is indeed a puta of distinction, amigos! What whiteness has her skin and her tetas!"
Tucking his gun back into the holster at the left side of his belt, Gonzales extended both hands and cupped both titties. A shriek of shame and dread escaped her as she struggled to be free of her captors. "So firm, hard and young! They will give suck to many babies, but first to lips of livers like ourselves, eh, Pedro?"
"Si, si," the fat mustached bandit guffawed. "Let us see these tetas."
"It is very easy. See, here they are!" Gonzales laughed as he ripped away the bandeau of Eunice's brassiere, letting it flutter to the floor.
Eunice screamed and tried to twist herself away from her two captors. Their eyes devoured her as, naked to the waist, her titties jiggling in the agitated, jerky movements of her body, made in her futile attempt to break away, the proud, beautiful, firm, creamy pears of her naked bubbies jutted out for all to see. Gonzales reached up and tweaked one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Eunice jerked back her head, eyes mad with horror.
"Oh, Jack, he's feeling my b-b-breasts. Oh God, won't somebody help up. Oh, Jack, try to get free and help me. Oh, I don't want them to do it to me - Oh, I don't - I don't!"
"Now let's see if the rest of her is as nice as her tetas," Gonzales chuckled hoarsely. His prick was throbbing with savage rut as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her panties. With a wild scream Eunice tried to twist and throw herself backward, but in vain. With the next twist of his fingers downward, Gonzales made the brief veil lower to her knees. Gasps of lustful admiration burst from her other two captors as they gazed at the thick black triangle of her cunthole. She had twisted her face to one side and tears were running down her flushed cheeks.
"Oh, please, I don't want you to! Oh, Jack, save me from them! I'm naked, I'm helpless! Oh my God, won't you help me?"
"Your husband cannot help you now, but you can help yourself by submitting graciously, Senora. I know it is awkward when one is married to a handsome gringo like your husband there," Gonzales said with a mock courtesy, again bowing low and flourishing his sombrero. His prick bobbed as he moved. "But I assure you that once you have felt what hombres we are, each of us, you will not be sorry. You will not miss your husband too much. Pedro, Hernando, take her over to the serape. She will be more comfortable on her back, I think."
"Oh no!!! Stop it! I don't want you to! Oh, Jack darling, help me! They're going to rape me, I know they are!"
"We are going to fuck you, Senora. There is a difference," Gonzales uttered a lascivious snigger. His two henchmen dragged poor Eunice over toward the dirty old Mexican blanket and held her down, while Pedro knelt at her head and held both her jerking twists in his hands, Hernando whisked off the panties completely. This done, despite her frantic kicks and twists, he planted his left palm on her dimpled, creamy belly and ran his right hand over her stockinged legs from knees to crotch.
"I do not often see a puta wear this thing here," he remarked as he looked up at Gonzales, who had tossed his sombrero on the table, laid his revolver on it and returned to watch Eunice's naked, wriggling body.
"Hombre, that is to hold up the stockings on those long legs. Does it bother you?" he asked.
"I do not think it will keep me from fucking the Senora," Hernando laughingly responded. "Now who is to go first with her?"
"Oh no - no - Jack, in heaven's name, don't let them do this to me! I'm your wife - save me from them!" Eunice shrieked.
"It was I who stopped the car, amigos." Gonzales pointed out. "Also I am the capitan among us. So it is only justice that I go first. And besides, my cojones are strongest of all of you, as the Senora will soon tell you. Hold her down, Hernando, open her legs for me. Once I am planted, she may kick to her heart's content. Ha-ha-ha!"
Eunice fought frenziedly, but in a few moments, with Pedro gripping her wrists, kneeling at her head and Hernando having seized both her ankles in his fat, strong hands and yawning them apart, her plight was desperate indeed.
Again Jack Mordaunt flung himself against his bonds and tried to cry out, but the gag and the lasso effectively suppressed his attempts. His chair was placed so that he saw his naked, writhing, helpless wife before him, with Pedro to his left holding her wrists above her head. Gonzales now knelt down between her hugely straddled thighs.
"Now, Senora, you will feel my cojones," he promised.
"But please don't do it to me! Oh God, I'll get money for you. My father's head of a bank in the States. Oh God, I'll give you anything if you won't do it to me! Oh, Jack, Jack, he's going to put it into me. I don't want you to! Oiiiee!"
Jack Mordaunt's staring eyes saw the bearded Mexican fling himself down over Eunice's squirming, naked body, his hands gripped her panting, squirming pear-titties and then her head twisted to one side, her eyes staring with revulsion and shame and then the bandit thrust himself forward. The head of his prick found the soft, sensitive cunny-petals beneath the thick, soft pussy-curls and disappeared inside.
Hernando promptly rose, releasing her ankles. Eunice began to kick her legs frenziedly in an effort to displace her ravisher.
"Ahh!" Gonzales panted. "What a tight, hot cunt the Senora has! How fortunate you are, Senor!" He turned his flushed, contorted face towards Jack in the chair. "To have such a esposa to fuck whenever it pleases you. It is that we are poor bandidos and so we must take our pleasure those few times we can! Aiii, Valgame Dios. How she wriggles, like a fish! She has felt my harpoon and she knows herself to be well hooked, no es verdad, Senor?"
With a grunt, he forced himself forward to his very balls inside Eunice Mordaunt's tight cunthole. A piercing scream of pain and revulsion burst from her. "Aaaahhhrrr!!! Oh, Jack, he's got it into me, he's ripping me to pieces. Oh my God, help me, help your wife. I won't want him to - he's hurting me there."
"Beads of sweat stood out on Jack Mordaunt's forehead, but his glazing, dilated eyes followed every detail of this exciting scene. Pedro, who continued to hold Eunice's hands, now arched his hardened cock over her contorted face.
"It is one thing to feel the cojones of Gonzales," he lewdly chuckled, "but it is nothing to mine. Would you not like to taste them? To suck them, to tongue them a little, Senora?" With this he rubbed his prick over Eunice's lips and mouth and chin, making her twist her face away and utter shriek upon shriek.
Meanwhile, Gonzales with deep brutal thrusts was fucking her, his hands kneading her titties, his thumbs at the nipples forcing them back into the sweet flesh of her bosom, then letting them bob out again until they stiffened with tumescence. Whimpering groans and sobs, tearful pleas and frantic entreaties broke from the martyred, naked brunette.
"Oh, Ahhh, Oww - you're hurting me - not so hard - Oh, God, save me from th - this this is ripping me apart. Oh Jack, Jack, I don't want him to do it to me - I'm your wife - Oh, Eeeeahrrr!!!"
Vigorously, his heavy buttocks jerking and twisting, Gonzales continued to thrust his heavy prick deep into the channel of the naked brunette. Her knees were now draw up on either side and her plump heels drummed the dirt floor of the adobe hut. Her eyes were repulsed, her nostrils flaring and she incessantly turned her face from side to side, great tears rolling down her cheeks. Pedro amused himself by running his prick against those tear strained cheeks, against her eyelids, her forehead and her ears. At last, with a shout of exultance, Gonzales gave a last triumphant thrust and fell atop her shuddering body as his hot spunk lashed the walls of her violated womanhood. He drew himself out with a noisy plot and staggered to his feet.
"Caramba," he gasped, "I have never fucked so tight and hot a cunt! I have not even stretched it, amigos. But now I must clean my prick. Let us see what we can use - Ah, yes, her hair. Such lovely black hair, so ugly tied up that way. Make her sit up, Pedro!"
The fat, mustachioed bandit chuckled lewdly as he helped Eunice sit erect. Sobbing, she clenched her thighs in a useless gesture of modesty, while Gonzales, his limpened prick greasy with spunk, knelt down behind her and with thick fingers loosened the slim bun of her raven hair till it tumbled in a silky, lovely cascade to her shoulders. Then, gripping it in his left hand and guiding his prick with his right hand, he proceeded to cleanse himself with her tresses, while Jack Mordaunt twisted against his bonds and cried out unintelligible words.
"Now, Pedro, for your work you deserve a reward. You shall be next."
"I should like to put it into her behind, Gonzales, if you have no objection."
"Oh. Jack, did you hear that?" Eunice shrieked as she tried to get up from the floor. Hernando gripped her ankles and at a sign from his companions, they turned Eunice over on her face. Hernando sat on her calves and began to pinch and spank her backside while she screamed and pleaded.
"Oh, Jack, they're going to do it here. Oh, make them stop - they'll kill me! Oh, make them stop - anything but that! Tell them I'll get money from my father in Asheville. Oh, Jack, stop them!"
Gonzales had now squatted down at the wall and taking hold of Eunice's hair, lifted up her face, twisting his fingers brutally into her scalp until she shrieked again.
"I will distract you, Senora," he told her. "Suck my prick, lick my cojones and I will tell them not to do it to you too painfully."
"I won't - I won't do such a filthy thing. Oh, Jack, did you hear what he wants me to do? Oh, God, save me!" Eunice screamed.
Pedro, meanwhile, had knelt between her thighs and gripping the cheeks of her ivory bottom, yawned them apart to expose the crinkly little rosette of her virgin asshole. Jack was lunging against his bonds with muffled cries and his eyes were blazing with lust at the right of his wife's violation.
Hernando calmly sat down in the middle of Eunice's back, crushing her down into the dirty serape and completely immobilizing her. Pedro chuckled lewdly as he arched himself so that the tip of his prick prodded the orifice of the virgin bunghole.
"No, no, not there. Oh God, you'll tear me to pieces and I'll bleed to death!" Eunice shrieked.
"I will wet it a little so that you will not feel it so badly, Senora," Pedro said hoarsely. He spat in his left forefinger and rubbed it against Eunice's asshole, then inserted the tip of his finger into the cringing crevice of her virgin hole.
"Valgame Dios." he swore. "It is even hotter and tighter than her cunt, I will wager." Then he spat on his forefinger again and rubbed it over the head of his bulging cock. "Now, Senora, we are both ready."
With this, yawning her bottom cheeks even further apart until she cried out in pain, he inserted the tip of his cock into the bottom-hole and steadily pushed. Eunice tried to kick, to tryst, but Hernando's weight upon her back and Gonzales' grip upon her wrists rendered her totally helpless. She threw back her head and uttered a mad scream of pain as her ravisher's cockhead finally pried between the shrinking lips of her delicate virgin asshole and entered just inside the sphincter.
"Aiirrr!! Oooeewww!!! Oh, Jack, it hurts. He's putting it into my behind. Make him stop! Make him stop!" she screamed.
Grunting, panting, his fingers squeezing poor Eunice's naked bottom cheeks, Pedro forced himself forward until he was nearly halfway in. Wild, raucous screams tore from the ravaged victim, as, taking a deep breath. Pedro now shoved himself to the balls inside the distended asshole, his balls slapping against the inner edges of her ivory bottom-cheeks.
"Caramba," he swore, "with an asshole so tight as hers, I would rather fuck this forever than her cunt!"
"Wait, compadre," Hernando gasped, mad with lust. "I have a still better idea. Why can we not let her two holes be made one?" "Diablo!" Pedro swore, laughingly. "That is a wonderful idea. Gonzales, help lift her up so Hernando can slide under her. Then we will fuck her together, the two of us."
"Oh, Jack, don't let them! How horrible. Oh, my bottom's killing me - oh, take it out of me! You're killing me - you're ripping me to pieces! Oh, God, won't anybody help us?" Eunice screamed.
Gonzales dragged her wrists up towards him arching her torso slightly off the serape, while Hernando slipped off her back and seating himself to face her, stretched his legs out and slid them under her, grabbing hold of her naked titties and pushing her up, while Pedro slipped his hands under her belly and helped left her. In a few minutes Eunice's wild screams announced to her helpless husband that Hernando was himself well planted. On his back, his hands grabbing and squeezing her titties, his prick prying inside her gism-stickled cunthole, he had crammed himself to the balls inside her with a single thrust.
"Go on, amigo!" he told Pedro. "I will feel you and you will feel me and she will feel the two of us, no?"
Pedro at once began to draw his prick back and then drove it home. At the same time, Hernando, timing his rhythm to his friend's, drew back and then thrust home. Eunice Mordaunt was being initiated into the perverse and demanding ritual of making her two holes one. The thick hot organs crammed inside her two orifices distended her atrociously and it seemed as though the thin partition between them let her feel the two hard, gnarled cocks rubbing back and forth.
"Now, Senora," Gonzales panted as he sat himself down his legs straddled in front of her face, continuing to hold her wrist. "It is not right that I should be neglected, I who gave you so good a fuck. Take me in your mouth, Senora, or I will take my knife and cut off your husband's cojones!" And then I will mark my initials on your ass and your tetas."
He drew out a jacknife from the back pocket of his pants, flipped if open and showed it to her. Her eyes were bulging, drowned in tears, but a cry of terror escaped her,
"Oh, don't cut me. Oh, please - Ahhrr! Not so hard - you're killing me. Oh God - Oh my God!"
He wriggled himself a little more forward so that the tip of his bulging prick-for it was renewed and even bigger - touched her screaming mouth.
"Eat it, Senora!" he hoarsely commanded, showing her the knife.
Eunice retched and closed her eyes. As her two ravishers continued to fuck and bugger her mercilessly, crushed as she was by her shame and agony and fear, she at last grudgingly opened her mouth and before she knew what was being done, Gonzales had thrust the plum-head of his prick between her panting lips and almost chocked her as he thrust home to her palate.
Her gurgling, strangling cries excited Jack Mordaunt to the utmost. His prick was monstrous within his fly and sweat was dripping down his contorted, flushed face. He watched with spellbound fascination as the man under Eunice fucked her violently and the man over her plunged his prick back and forth inside her unvirgined asshole. Meanwhile, her cheeks bulging with the obscene protuberance of Gonzales' prick, Eunice Mordaunt was undergoing a martyrdom which ever her most hideous fantasies could never have imagined. And then, suddenly, with a wild cry, Gonzales' body jerked and his spunk exploded into her mouth, strangling and nauseating her as she tried to spit it out. At the same moment her two ravishers achieved their climax and her asshole and cunt were deluged with lava-hot spunk.
Pedro pulled his prick out of her asshole with a swishy plop, bent down and seizing her disheveled black hair in his hand, calmly wiped his prick off with it. Then he took hold of her by the sides and pulled her up to all fours. Half fainting, nauseated, trembling violently, she crouched thus, her disheveled hair falling over her tear-downed cheeks. Long, hysterical sobbings and moans escaped her.
"Well, Senor," Gonzales turned to Jack as he stuffed his limp prick back into his pants, "we are going now. Your wife has paid the ransom. We should like to stay longer, but there are always the policia near the border. Your wife can untie you, after a few minutes."
Then to Eunice, bending down and giving her trembling ivory backside with a violent smack of his right hand that drew a shriek from her and left a crimson imprint on the ivory flesh of her but-torn, "Adios. Do not be too quick to set your husband free, or perhaps one of us will remain outside the hut to see to it. It was a great pleasure and we are great full. We envy your husband, Senora. All of your holes are tight and warm, Senora and your mouth, I think, is best of all. Adios again."
Laughing and grinning, the three bandits walked out of the hut. There was a long silence, broken only by the heartbroken sobbing of the crouching, naked, ravaged victim.
As for Jack Mordaunt, slumped in his chair, the fly of his trousers was stickied and suspiciously wet. He had come when he saw Gonzales pour his love-juice into Eunice's helpless and virgin mouth!