Chapter 13
Helplessly, still softly weeping from the humiliation and pain she had just tasted from Dolores, Eunice Mordaunt stumbled out into the fields. She saw beyond her rows of vegetables, some fruit trees and then a vast expanse of grazing land. Here and there were some rube adobe huts, where the braceros worked and to her left, an imposing cottage-where Luis was quartered in his rank as foreman. Near this house was a heavy set Mexican about forty, with a shock of dirty black hair, a beard, short pudgy fingers and a broken nose, who looked at her and grinned; she thought him repulsive and shuddered as she advanced.
"Hola, Senorita," he greeted her, sweeping off his sombrero and making a florid bow," what lucky peon do you seek? I am Serfirio Rio jo, at your service, the assistant to Senor Luis, our bracero grande."
"I ... I was to find Luis," she quavered.
"Then I, Senorita, will take you to him. He is inside the cottage. Come!"
With another leering grin, he clomped in his dirty calf-length boots to the door and hammered on it," Hola, Luis, muchacho, es una senorita muy dulce aqui!"
From inside, with an oath, there was heard, "Enter, then, jackass, if it is truly important!"
The Mexican opened the door, made another mockingly courtly flourish of his sombrero to Eunice, who tremblingly entered. She stopped short across the threshold, with a startled cry.
Luis, his trousers open and his big, swollen cock sticking out of his fly, sat straddling a low heavy wooden chair, hands on his knees, staring down at a sobbing young Mexican girl who wore a costume very much like the one in which Eunice blushigly found herself-except that the girl's jacket was off, exposing surprisingly big round firm titties with dark narrow aureoles and exquisitely ripe hard buds. The marks of a quirt rose in angry livid dark red weals on her slim shoulders and upper back and Eunice saw to her horror that in his right hand there dangled this quirt, a short-handled whip with a supple plaited black rawhide thong about twenty inches long.
Luis looked up, squinted at Eunice and sniggered! "Your pardon, Senora - Serfirio, this is the Senora Mordaunt, not a senorita as you, lying dog, have said. Now then, if you will allow me to finish this little lesson for Mercedes here, I will be at your disposal."
Her tongue clove to the roof of her mouth, her eyes huge with disbelief, Eunice Mordaunt watched as the squat, vicious Mexican foreman turned back to consider the sobbing, crouching half naked Mexican girl on the floor before him: "Now, puta, admit I am generous in not having you tied to the post and quirted with forty strokes for failing to pick your quota of radishes yesterday."
"S ... si ... si ... p-patron," moaned the unfortunate young beauty, who could not have been more than eighteen, yet whose voluptuously ripe hips and titties and full womanly thighs evidenced a greater maturity than that.
"Bueno. I am glad you comprehend that. Now, to show your gratitude, you will do as I asked - or Serfirio here will tie you to the post till sundown, at which time I will have Dolores give you the lash - and you can guess where, er, muchachita, for you tasted it there once before, when you refused to share my bed."
"PI-please-let-let me go out-" Eunice started, her face brick-red with disgust at this incredible scene.
"You will stay where you are, Senora-that is the Senor's wish! Now, Mercedes, I am ready!"
Sniffling dolefully, the unfortunate girl crawled forward a little to the brutal foreman's chair. Then, cupping her titties, she began to rub them against his stiff bulging cock; then, at his sign, clutched her bubbies together while he arched back and forth, using the valley of her bosom as he would a cunt, his eyes sparkling with lust, grunting like an animal in rut. Sickened, Eunice closed her eyes.
"Enough, puta!" he rasped. "And now, finish the job you have began so well! And all of it, all of it you will swallow, comprende Usted? Otherwise, the quirt between your naked legs - ten times! And after you have had the forty on your backside and legs!"
With a sobbing little cry, poor Mercedes bowed her head - and Eunice, stunned, unable to move or speak in her stupefaction, saw the trembling soft red lips of the half nude Mexican girl close over the angry swollen red spearhead of Luis's throbbing big prick.
Then Mercedes began to suck that obdurate object as if her life depended on it - which in a sense it did! while the foreman, moaning, cursing the vilest oaths in English and Spanish, leaned back and savored the degrading subjugation, spiced for him by forcing this beautiful white woman, the wife of his master, to witness his carnal indulgence.
Suddenly, with a hoarse bellow, he cupped Mercedes' cheeks and panted, "Steady now, it's coming - mind you swallow every drop - ahh - there - ahhhhh!"
Eunice, nauseated, trembling, roused by his loud roar, opened her eyes just in time to see his body jerk; to see Mercedes' cheeks puff out, her nostrils dilate and shrink, her eyes roll and then her throat gurgle and quake as her Adam's apple bobbed convulsively in the supreme effort of swallowing that bubbling burst of hit sticky gism!
Luis pushed away the girl's head, tossed the quirt to the floor, with a sigh of appeasement. "Take her out and back to her rows of radishes, Serfirio. Oh and if you wish, I have no objection to your fucking her first. Maybe it will make her work harder. Sperm has a miraculous effect on putas hereabouts, I've noticed, ha ha ha!"
Serfirio grinned, scraped and bowed his thanks as he greedily advanced, bent to seize the weeping, half fainting Mercedes by a wrist and drag her out of the cottage. A moment later, not having closed the door - at Luis' secret sign - the heavy set rogue flung Mercedes down on her back on the dry baked clay to one side of the cottage door, and ripping off her shorts, thrust his stiff prick deep into her furry plump snatch and began to fuck her violently, amid her sobs and pleas and tears.
Luis rose, shut the door, leaving his limpened greased prick dangling out of his trousers and then in a wheedling tone, cajolingly remarked, "And now, Senora Mordaunt, I am at your service. Let me see - oh yes, you are to work with the tomato plants. Be very careful. Pluck from the vines only the ripest ones. And by five this evening, you are to have five bushels picked for the counting house - it is over to the east, Senora and there is a Mexican flag above it so you will recognize it. Now, as soon as Serfirio finishes with Mercedes, he will escort you to your work."
"B-but-surely-t-there's a mistake-I-I've never done manual labor, and-"
His eyes narrowed, his full sensual lips tightened: "There is no mistake, Senora. Your husband has given me very clear directions on the matter. And one more thing if at five your tomatoes are not up to the quota I have set you, there will be punishment. I myself will administer it. You are warned."
She stood, a hand at her panting titties, her eyes huge with disbelief, while he calmly sauntered to the open door, his prick still bobbing out of his trousers and called, "Bastante! Fuck her tonight after she has finished her work. But leave the puta, I wish you to take the Senora to the tomato rows."
Serfirio grumbingly nodded, then gave a last few shoves of his fat buttocks and uttered a roar of pleasure as his spunk shot into the Mexican girl's cunthole. At this, he drew himself out and agilely rose to his feet, pulling up his trousers and cramming his limpened tool back into his fly, but making no move to button it, as he retrieved his sombrero from the clay ground and moved towards his superior.
Mercedes slowly rose to her feet, tried to pull up the ripped linen shorts and ailing this, burst into tears. Luis chuckled and called, "Go ask Dolores for another pair, muchachita and hurry back to work. If you are a good girl and make your quota, perhaps tomorrow night I will invite you to have supper with me and show me what you have learned to far. Adios!" So saying, he went back to his chair and lit a cigarillo with a sigh of physical content.
Serfirio, grinning and winking lewdly at the shuddering Eunice, took hold of her elbow. "This way, muchacha," he cajoled. "I myself, assistant to the bracero grande, will personally lead you to your little piece of the hacienda, and what is more, show you how it is done. After that, if you feel inclined to thank me, I will graciously accept a small reward."
"T-take your dirty hands off me," Eunice gasped, jerking her elbow away. The heavy set Mexican's eyes narrowed: "Take care, muchacha, I need only call Senor Luis and he will have me use the quirt on your behind. Shall I call him?" With this he turned back to the door and cupped a dirty fat hand to his mouth.
"Oh no-pi-please don't-I-I'll go with you," Eunice groaned.
"Now that is much wiser, muchachita," he chuckled. "Valgame Dios-but you have a superb behind! To watch it as you walk is to experience a hardening of the cock, mi querida! And such fine bold tetas! It would be delightful to watch them jumping about under the quirt!"
Eunice's face flamed, but she suppressed her shame and fury, realizing the perils of her status - oh, God, wait till tonight, she would tell Jack it was over, she wouldn't stay his wife, she'd go back to Asheville and get a divorce-he was a monster, a fiend, to have her treated this way-his own wife spanked by his half-breed slut, made to wear the most shamelessly indecent costume and work out in the hot sun with threat of a whipping if her work wasn't adequate ... no, it was inhuman!
He led the trembling brunette to a section of the expansive area which had been heavily cultivated; over two dozen rows, extending for almost the length of two city blocks, stretched out, bearing tomatoes in various stages of ripening. There were women squatting along each row, clad as scantily as Eunice herself; she recognized poor Mercedes in the very first row, wiping her tear swollen eyes with the back of one hand while the other groped for a red ripe tomato to pluck and lay in her bushel basket. Another woman in the next row, bold, buxom and clad only in a low-cut blouse and black cotton skirt which fell only to an inch or two above her knees, barefooted, lifted her head and called out something in Spanish to Serfirio, who roared with laughter, then made a threatening comment, at which the woman quickly went back to her work. "That is Carmencita, mi duloe Senora," he told the agonized, numb Eunice, "she say to me, that new gringa puta will split her pants the first time she squats down and then I can plug up the hole that is shown with my big cock! Carmencita is the puta of Jose, who is next to me in rank, you see. Come now, here is your row, here are the bushel baskets and when you have filled one, take it to that little hut with the flag flying above it, where Lola, who is the timekeeper today, will count it on your sheet. Adios, muchachita!"
He turned and walked away. Eunice stood staring at the bushel baskets, the row of tomato plants and then she began to weep, her shoulders heaving with great tearing sobs. From the row opposite, a handsome woman in her late twenties, of Indian extraction, with heavy brass earrings, wearing only a dirty yellow cotton brassiere and a pair of men's khaki shorts, called to her: "Eh, Senorita, you had better get to work, or Lola will send you to the post or the whipping stool at sundown!"
Eunice turned with a groan. "Oh, my God. Do - do you speak English?"
"A little Senorita. Here, I will show you how to pick them. You must be careful to take only the firm red ones; they will discard half your basket if they find a single one that is not ripe. And break off the stem with the fingers of your right hand while tenderly supporting the tomato in your other palm-thus!"
"T-thank you-but oh my God, this dreadful sun, I-I'll broil raw," Eunice whimpered.
"I have a bottle of lotion which one rubs on the bare skin, Senorita ... here, rub it in well. Ay dime, what a fine white skin you have-one would say you had never worked before."
"I-I haven't ... how many women are slaves here?"
"Slaves, Senorita? It is really not so. All of us are the women of the hombres who work on the hacienda. A few are young sisters or cousins. True, they whip sometimes, but then," she gave Eunice a bawdy wink, "when a man makes love to you, the lashes left by the quirt seem to inflame your senses. You will see, ha ha! Now hurry, there is Lola come out to see how the work progresses. She is cousin to Dolores, you do not wish to make an enemy to her! Oiga, my name is Maria."
Hastily the handsome Indian woman returned to her row, squatted down and industriously began to pick the tomatoes and put them into the empty bushel basket before her, as Lola approached. Eunice, who had rubbed the lotion into her bare legs, back, sides and arms, was just cautiously trying to squat down, miserably aware of the indecent snugness of her white panties-shorts, when the female overseer called to her: "Hey, gringa! Stand up, I want to look at you!"
Tremblingly, Eunice obeyed as Lola confronted her. Dolores' cousin was svelte, perhaps an inch shorter, with sensual face, huge eyes, an aquiline nose with sensuously thin flaring wings, a small thin lipped mouth, sumptuous round titties set closely together and straining against her gayly embroidered green and red blouse, with narrow waist that surged into flamboyantly opulent hips under a black cotton skirt and she wore calf-length boots, proclaiming her to have status at the hacienda. In her leather-gloved right hand, she switched a short brown leather quirt nervously back and forth and Eunice's eyes widened in fear at the sight of that flexible, savage rawhide thong and the heavy, solid leather handle into which the lash was worked.
"You are the gringa Eunice, no es verdad? Her voice had a husky, insolent tone.
"Y-yes ..."
"You will call me Mistress Lola, do you hear, when I address you, or it will be three strokes with this," she whistled the quirt in the air, making it snap viciously.
"Y-yes ... M-Mistress L-Lola," Eunice faltered.
A cruel, sensual smile curved the thin imperious lips. "Much better. Now get to work and if I am not in the hut when you bring your filled basket, wait. I personally wish to supervise your work this first day."