Chapter 11
Eunice Mordaunt was trembling so violently that she could hardly stand. One of the tabs of her garter belt had been ripped from the edge of her flesh-colored nylons and as she moved toward her bound and gagged husband it flopped obscenely against her creamy thighs. There were dark bluish bruises on her thighs, on her titties, on her sides, on the inside of her legs and on her shoulders and arms where her Mexican ravishers had gripped her. Her nipples were swollen exaggeratedly from their suckings and squeezings and pinchings and their gism was beginning to dry in zigzag streaks on the inside of her thighs, on the fine sheer stockings and on the ruffled triangle of her black pussy-fur. Her hair was tumbled to one side of her face, the curls brushing one of her pear-shaped titties as she made her way to Jack Mordaunt. He watched her, devouring her with his eyes. He had never seen her so desirable, so delicious. With her down, naked except for her torn garterbelt and hose-her pumps had been torn off during her wild strugglings with Gonzales-she was the most provocative piece of tasty cunt he had ever seen. And to think that scarcely forty-eight hours ago she had stood, stiff and reproving, that prim bun of black hair adding to the image of her aloofness, beside him in the City Hall at Asheville!
He felt his cock harden inside his sticky trousers again. He began to fumble at the knotted ends of the lasso and finally fumbled with the knotted bandana and tugged out the handkerchief from his mouth.
"I'm glad they didn't hurt you too much, Eunice," he said hoarsely. She began to weep, her shoulders shaking convulsively.
"I wish they'd killed me-I feel so dirty, so used-Oh and to think that you couldn't help me-if only you'd gone back to the U.S., this wouldn't have happened."
"No, no, not that way, Eunice. You'll only make the knots tighter. Pull against that one side with your left hand and try to slip the end under. There-you've got it."
In a few minutes he was free, stretching and shaking his numbed limbs, trying to get circulation back into them. Her dress was tattered, as were her panties, but she put both rent garments on, weeping again when the dress refused to stay up on her but slithered down to her ankles.
"Never mind," he said, "well get to the ranch in about an hour and a half if I take a shortcut I know from here. I'll take you in at the back of the house and no one's going to see you. Besides, you're my wife. Get into the car."
"But-but we ought to report it to the police."
"There wouldn't be any use. I know their descriptions and there's time enough to phone them when I get back to the hacienda. They're probably bandits who hole up in these parts and are pretty well known. There's no use worrying about them now. Did it hurt very much, especially when he put it into your bunghole."
"Ohhh!" An hysterical cry of shame burst from the beautiful brunette. "How can you even talk of such a thing at a time like this? Of course it did! I thought he was going to tear me to pieces and make it bleed!" Unconsciously she reached back with one hand to soothe the voluptuous backside and he had to strain to keep from smiling at this gesture.
What she didn't know was that all this had been arranged. When he had Luis' coded message in Amarillo, he had set it up. The three bandits were field hands at the ranch who had been temporarily laid off until the winter. They wouldn't be back on the ranch until Christmas and by then Eunice would be so well broken in it wouldn't matter if she recognized them. God, what a kick he'd got, watching her get it. Of course, it was a damn shame he had to sacrifice being the first man inside her mouth and asshole, but it had just about been worth it, hearing her cry out and watching her struggle, especially that last when she had been forced to take the big prick inside that prissy mouth of hers. And then the idea of double-holding her had been a positive stroke of genius. He'd tell Luis to see that the boys got an extra hundred bucks for their day's work.
Sitting behind the wheel, scarcely noticing her as she crouched over, her face in her hands, still weeping, he started the car.
"Cheer up. It could have been worse. Sometimes bandits like this cut your throat or shoot you in the belly and leave you to die if they're unhappy with the money they get." He chuckled cruelly. "Besides you won't have to worry about having a baby. In case you do, remember that you're married to me and that it'll be mine. Now let's go and stop that sniffling."