Chapter 14
It took poor Eunice almost forty minutes to find sufficiently ripe tomatoes which she believed would meet the standards Maria had mentioned. Under the hot sun, her shorts threatening to burst at any instant, her muscles aching, sweat running down from her forehead and staining her armpits she was in torment. At last she straightened, with a groan of pain at the twinge of agony from her patrician bare legs, unused to such ignominious tasks, and lifting the basket, staggered towards the hut.
Lola was there, reclining on a couch in the corner and with her, to Eunice's disgust, was a petite, adorably formed young Mexican girl who could not have been more than fifteen. Lola's skirt was trussed up, reveling her thick curly raven cunt-fleece and the young girl, kneeling on the floor, her hands stroking Lola's belly and thighs, was in the act of gama-huching the bold buxom overseer.
"Ohhh!" Eunice gasped with stupefaction and turned to go.
"Stay!" Lola hissed. "Do not move and keep your eyes on me! Otherwise, the quirt! Go on querida mia use your tongue there ... aii-ohh-ahh-that is good, Conception, very good. Instead of the quirt, you shall have only a little spanking over the stool this evening ... ahh ... ahh ... now ... now ... hurry, deeper, ahrr!"
Eunice saw the nightmarish lubricity; Lola's half-nude body arched and writhed, as the young Mexican girl slushed her tongue deep into Lola's hairy cunthole, till at last, seizing the girl's face between her hands, as she sat upright, Lola compelled her to lick and suck the creamy, profuse love cream which this gama-huching had evoked.
When it was over, she snapped something in Spanish and the petite worker hurriedly rose and left the hut. Eunice observed tears glistening on her long lashes.
"Now," Lola said lazily, "put the basket in the corner there. Good. Take out a few and place them carefully on that lining which is from an egg carton. Mmm ... that one is ripe-but what is this? That one has a tiny green spot. Imbecile! Do you not watch what you do? I will credit you only half a half basket. Now get back to work - you have four and a half more to fill. Otherwise - look, gringa, I wish you to see-"
So saying, rising, she opened the door and gestured for Dolores to look inside the little room set off from this broader tallying room by the narrow door. Eunice uttered a cry. Inside, she perceived a metal triangle set in the floor in the middle, with bucking straps, at its peak and at each of the legs at the base; elsewhere, there was a tall leather-padded footstool, equally provided with heavy bucking straps; and finally, a bench along the side of one wall, with buckling straps at head, foot and middle, left no doubt as to its usage. If it did, moreover, the sight of a panoply of heavy metal hooks thrust into the adobe wall from which dangled quirts, straps, oval-shaped paddles made of leather and of blonde yucatan-tree wood, terrifyingly informed her as to the use to which this section of the hut was put.
"Now go back to your rows and work hard, gringa," Lola said contemptuously.
An hour later, her fingers aching and chafed, baked by the sun, Serfirio and Manuel, a tall Mexican with drooping moustache and lasciviously glittering eyes, came round with pails of water and metal dippers for the workers, who, still kneeling in their rows, ladled out their drink. For food, there was a bowl of beans and a frijole; only fifteen minutes was granted for this meager repast and then the work resumed.
Eunice's shorts were torn by now, obscenely displaying the ambery-sadowy fissure of her asshole and up her left thigh, exposing the black curls of her cunthole. With two hours to go, her head aching savagely, her muscles shrieking their protest, she had brought in two more filled baskets which had grudgingly passed Lola's inspection. Two and a half more remained to be filled-or she would pay a visit to the "punishment corral" as Lola whimsically called it.
Terror of that made her forget the abominable degradation of her situation; Maria in the next row seemed to delight in recounting episodes of past punishments as they worked opposite each other: "Eh, little gringa, I mind of Serafina, the cousin of Luisa Hernandez. Two weeks ago, because she slapped the face of Serfirio when he passed by and could not resist pinching her backside under her skirt, she was tied to the triangle and given the paddle on the naked behind while Serfirio fucked her. Later, when I asked the pretty muchacha if it did not hurt, she said that it did, dreadfully, because Serfirio was not kind enough to fuck her till she came, taking care only of his own pleasure. So the naughty creature, the very next day, purposely slapped him, saying, 'This time, Senor, I beg of you to fuck me till my juice comes too!' Was that not quaint, mi Eunicia?"
Suddenly a whistle blew, the day's toil. Eunice uttered a cry. She had failed by nearly a full basket to attain her quota. Slowly rising with a groan, rubbing the small of her back, she followed Maria, who bade her come to the tallying hut, as all workers must do at the day's end.
To her terror, she espied Dolores, booted and gloved, with a black rawhide sombrero, standing talking to Lola at the entrance. One by one, the women peons entered the hut, were told their tally and then sent away or, as the case might be, ordered to sit down on a long low bench just outside the "punishment coral" to await their chastisement for poor work.
"Ah, here is our little gringa," Dolores laughed. "Well, my cousin, has she been industrious?"
"Not too badly. But two of her baskets had to be counted only as one, since she brought in green tomatoes, so she has only four instead of five."
"Too bad, Eunice. Go sit down on the bench. We have Helena, Margarita and Laura ahead of you," Dolores-is-isn't Jack home yet?"
"The Senor Patron? Yes, by good fortune, he arrived much earlier than he had planned. He is taking his siesta after his long ride. Well, Lola, do you wish me to aid you in spanking these lazy putas?"
"I should welcome your assistance, my cousin," Lola chuckled. "Begin with Helena. I will Margarita then you Laura and I reserve Eunice for myself."
"Oh, God," Eunice wailed at these callous words, "please tell my husband-oh, he can't let me be punished-it's inhuman-I'm his wife-"
"This we know very well, gringa," laughed Lola, showing super strong white teeth, "but it is his order that you receive no less than any of the putas in the fields if you merit it. Come, Helena, go with my cousin. She will warm your big backside tenderly!"
A young woman, with two long plaits of glossy black hair, a heart shaped, childishly sweet face, about nineteen, in cheap black cotton skirt and low cut off-shoulder red blouse, began to cry softly as she rose from the bench. Eunice watched in terror as Dolores seized her by a wrist and dragged her into the adjoining section of the hut, without bothering to close the door. Eunice could hear tearful plaints, followed by the sound of a slap and then Dolores' arrogant voice come to her in English -purposely, to augment her own suspense and terror: "This is the second time this month we find you here, Helena. Last time it was the paddle, no es verdad? Today it will be the switch, on the triangle. A trip naked!" And then, after sobbing plaints, the sound of struggling and Dolores' angry voice, "You fight me, do you, puta? That will be ten more - on the tetas! I will teach you to try to scratch me!"
Then, helpless weeping and then the whistle and flesh, followed by a strident shriek of torment. Eunice buried her face in her hands. The cries rose in volume: then dwindled to cascade of sobs, only to rise in frenzied intensity when Dolores lowdly announced, "And now for those big tetas, let us see if they are as tender as your fat backside, Helena!"
When Helena emerged, she was stumbling, a hand rubbing her panting bubbies, the other her burning bottom, head bowed. And then it was the turn of Margarita, a mature woman in her late twenties, handsome, with calm features belied by her widened eyes and the tremor of her twisting fingers, who followed! Lola into the punishment corral, was stretched over the stool and solidly paddled on her naked bottom till at last her stoicism broke down into piteous, hysterical 'supplications. And then Dolores summoned Laura, a tall shapely Mexican girl about twenty-one, with furtive eyes and passionate full mouth and bold widely spaced round titties like cantaloupes, with a delicious soft tanned skin lighter than her own. Eunice, trembling so violently she thought she would faint, heard whispers and then the sound of soft kisses and then Dolores' husky voice murmuring, "Stretch out on the bench, querida, I will not be too harsh and then you will suck me off the way you do so well. If you are a good girl during your spanking, you may come to bed with me tonight and I will give you a delicious little switching between your legs."
The sound of the spanking that followed was not so terrifying to Eunice as shameful and when at last Laura emerged she was flushed, her eyes humid and she flashed Dolores a look of lustful and humble joy ...
"Come, gringa!" Lola exclaimed, bending down and seizing Eunice by the wrist.
"Oh no-have mercy-oh, please. I-I worked so hard-please-the sun's made me ill-oh, Dolores, have her let me off, just this once, I beg you," Eunice screamed.
But Dolores now seized her other arm and the two despotic beauties pulled the weeping brunette into the room, bent her down over the stool and strapped her wrists and ankles to the legs, then flung a broader leather strap over her waist and buckled it tightly on the other side. Now Lola ripped off her panties and Eunice's upturned, lewdly jutting and distended naked asscheeks were revealed in all their spectacular loveliness.
"Twenty with the paddle, I think, my cousin," said Lola and Dolores nodded assent. "OH NOOO HAVE MERCY, DON'T BEAT ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" Eunice cried in terror as she saw Lola take down a leather paddle from the panoply on the wall and come to her.
She was bent over tautly, shuddering in agony as any moment that wicked-looking paddle would smite her tender naked ivory flesh. And then, it fell, with a whooshing smack, flattening both summits of her out-jutting naked ass, drawing a shriek of torment.
One by one, till she thought she would faint, heedless to her imploring, humble, abject pleas, Lola directed the punishment implement over her naked bottom cheeks, while she fought her straps, screaming in pain, her bottom lunging madly and wantonly this way and that.
"She ought really to have an extra, dose, my cousin," Lola purred, tapping the flaming, swollen naked hindquarters with the paddle, "she forgot to call us both Mistress."
"I agree. Discipline is very essential for this impudent gringa!"
"OH PLEASE! OH HAVE PITY, MISTRESS! OH NO MORE, I'LL DO ANYTHING, OH FORGIVE ME MISTRESS," wailed the dominated captive, abandoning all her pride and arrogance.
"Truly, you will do whatever I wish?" Dolores, standing before her, bent and tugged up Eunice's contorted tear-wet face, a gloved hand plunged into her prim chignon.
"Y-yes, m ... mistress," Eunice whimpered.
"Then, you will suck my cunt!" Dolores hissed, as with her other hand she furled up her skirt baring the thick triangle of black mossy pussy-fur.
"OH GOD!" Eunice wailed in revulsion.
Thacccckkkkk! The paddle, expertly wielded in Lola's hand, flattened over the already inflamed base of Eunice's shuddering bare bottom-globes.
"AHHRRRR! OUUUWWWW! OH GOD, OH MERCY, MERCY!"
"Then suck my cunt till I come, or else Lola will paddle you till you agree!"
"Oh-if you only-knew-I-I never have-I-I WILL, I'LL DO IT, ONLY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IN HEAVEN, MAKE HER STOP, OH MISTRESS DOLORES, MAKE HER STOP!" Eunice shrilled as the paddle once more swept over the very same place and the stool creaked with her maddened writhings.
"Then begin! And suck and use your tongue gringa puta, till you taste my love-juice, or beware of the paddle!" Dolores panted. Twisting her fingers in Eunice's hair, she stepped closer, crushing her cunt-muff against the trembling lips of the unfortunate brunette. And thus, encouraged by an occasional sadistic smack of the paddle, haughty aristocratic Eunice Mordaunt Norton abandoned all her insolence, and gluing her lips to Dolores' tangly cunthole, sucked noisily, darting her tongue about the plump lips of that sensual crevice till Dolores' cry of rapture and the feeling of the Mexican-Indian beauty's creamy warm girl-dew against her mouth and tongue proclaimed the completion of that revolting task.
"We will leave her here for her patron to see, Lola, Dolores laughed. Adios, muchachita!"