Chapter 5
The mozo closed the steel gates as Paco wheeled the car into the cochera. Mark Wilson and Avillo Guzman walked up from the gazebo and watched Paco and the mozo lift Jane's inert body from the back seat. Consuela walked over and stood beside them, a wide smile spreading across her face as Guzman complimented her on a job well done.
"She's a beautiful bitch, isn't she?" remarked Mark.
"That would be in the area of a matter of taste, Mark," said Guzman with a small chuckle, "but if you like her, why don't you break her in before I turn Paco loose on her? You could ream her out a little to prepare the way for Paco."
"I think I'll take you up on that," Mark replied.
"The drug should wear off completely in about five hours, but she'll be conscious enough for a good fucking in two hours," Consuela said. "Where do you want her? We can put her in the Game Room now, if you wish."
"That will be her home for a while, so we might just as well start her off there," said Guzman.
He signaled to Paco and they all headed for the building that housed the Game Room. Guzman unlocked the door as Paco and the mozo carried Jane inside. They placed her on the circular bed. Senor Guzman, Mark and the mozo left Consuela and Paco alone with Jane. Paco reached down to the drugged girl and took her two full breasts cruelly in his hands and squeezed them. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he thought about what he would do to the gringo cunt when his time came.
"Are her tits as nice as they look?" Consuela asked, crossing the room and unbuttoning Jane's blouse. She slipped her hand inside and her searching fingers covered the firm mounds, teasing the large nipples erect by rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh, yes, they certainly are! I'm going to have some real fun with you, baby, but not until you're awake enough to enjoy it!"
Jane felt as though a hundred thousand pounds were holding her down. She had to fight, tearing piece by piece the black layers which surrounded her, and using every ounce of her strength to force her eyelids open. She managed to open them just a crack, and that first burst of light sent stabbing pains through her head. She let them drop and then forced them open again. For what seemed like an eternity she kept her eyes open without moving a muscle in her body. She was on her back in what looked like a tent, the white silk folds of the ceiling staring down at her. She tried to turn on her side, but her muscles refused to obey her mind. Her arms were like dead weights at her sides. Jane's body felt like it was floating in a giant tank of soft fur. She closed her eyes, trying to remember what had happened to her, but her mind went sailing off in a dozen different directions at one time. She saw the eyes of the fifteen-year-old boy she had testified against. They watched her, moved closer and bored into her body. Those searching, searing eyes! The orphanage! The ruler singing through the air and cutting into the skin on her soft buttocks, all because she hadn't made her bed properly! The man who swore he would get her when the judge sentenced him to five years in prison for selling marijuana. His wife crying as the judge pronounced police had framed him to make headlines. The shrieks and the eyes became one, ripping and gouging Jane's body.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Jane struggled to grip the reality of where she was. If she could just grasp it and hold on. Move away from the terror in the hidden regions of her mind!
Then, slowly, a semblance of strength coursed through her body. Jane could move her fingers, her toes, even her arm. Her body was heavy, but with effort she could move. She turned partially on her side. The red velvet walls frightened her, but by gripping the fur on the bed she managed to hold and keep from spinning in the black void that kept reaching for her. She saw that she was on a large circular bed, the biggest bed she had ever seen. Jane ran her fingers slowly through the fur cover, a pleasing, warm sensation flowing through her. It was white and reminded her of a hospital. Was she in a hospital? Why was her body so heavy? Why couldn't she move? Even her vision was blurred. Things would be sharp and then drop out of focus.
A door at the end of the room opened. Jane saw a nice-looking man come in and close the door behind him. Even through her blurred vision she was certain it was Peter. Thank God! But why was he naked? Looking down her body, Jane realized that she too was naked. She tried to scream, "Peter, come help me," but nothing came from her lips, not even a murmur.
Mark stopped a few feet from the circular bed and stood looking down at the naked girl before him. He involuntarily drew his breath as he stared at the unbelievable sight before him. Mark had fucked his share of women, but never anything like this! Those tits of hers are like marble globes topped with ripe strawberries. Her legs are perfectly formed, tapering to her delicate feet. And that cunt! Pink lips crested with soft, golden hair!
Her face looked so innocent Mark for a moment felt sorry for her. But then he remembered just what this bitch had done to thousands of people, who, like him, were convicted felons cut loose from society to drift in hopeless despair. His resolve hardened along with his blood-filled cock as he climbed on the giant bed. "Peter...."
No, you stupid bitch, I'm not Peter, Mark thought, but I have a peter here that is aching to sink all the way up into your belly! He pushed her flat on her back and kneeled over her, his knees rubbing against her ribs. Grabbing one glove in each hand, Mark began kneading the soft, white flesh of her tits. Her eyes were open and staring into his.
"No, Peter, we mustn't. It's not nice!"
Ignoring her, Mark lowered his throbbing cock and rested it between her breasts. With the thumb and forefinger of the right hand he reached over and pushed her tits tighter against the swollen prick between them, beginning a slow fucking movement by thrusting his hips back and forth gently. His other hand moved over the magnificent breasts, tweaking the nipples between his fingers until he could feel them hardening under his caressing. Jane's body moved under him, just slightly, but enough to let him know that he was reaching her sensual being. He kept sliding his rigid cock between her breasts, little beads of moisture leaving a moist, sticky trail on the pure white skin of her valley. He felt his balls rub against her skin and the tickling sensation made his passion rise.
Jane was only vaguely aware of what was happening to her. She couldn't understand what Peter was doing to her, but it felt so nice, so warm and exciting! That hard thing between her breasts gave her a delicious feeling. It throbbed and she imagined that she could feel Peter's heart beating through it.
The itch between her legs was maddening! She ground her thighs together to try to rub it away, but that only made the itch worse. Jane lifted her hand and reached to the secret region between her legs. She knew Peter wouldn't mind. It wasn't nice, but when you itched like she did you had to scratch it! Her groping fingers had just found their target when her hand was roughly pushed away.
"I'll take care of that for you," Mark said, shifting his position so that he was now straddling her body in the opposite direction.
He inserted his hands between the creamy white skin of her tightly clasped thighs and pulled them apart roughly. Jane moaned as he forced her thighs even wider apart, using his elbows to hold them in an obscenely unnatural position so that her entire cunt and ass were opened wide before his probing eyes. His fingers ran through the soft, silky hair that was now moist from her desire. Pulling her cunt open wide, Mark ran his finger around the inner edge of her now puffy lips. Jane's body moved, her hips thrusting up to open her crotch even more for this foreign invasion of her most intimate region. Teasing her tiny, erect clitoris, Mark goaded her on. He flicked the top of her clitoris with the end of his finger, sending a sensation through Jane's body she had never experienced before.
Jane felt like there was a fire between her legs. She opened her eyes wide and was startled to see Mark's trim buttocks staring at her. He was kneeling on top of her, his balls hanging down and rubbing against her belly, his asshole, partially covered with black hair, plainly in view. Was this Peter? What was he doing to her down there? She closed her eyes and let the pure, sensual pleasure engulf her.
Mark jabbed his finger up her cunt, sinking it to the first joint. It was warm and moist, the fluids beginning to run wild in her body, but it was also very tight. He felt the inner folds of her cunt cover the end of his finger and pull it, almost sucking it up inside her.
Jane's body heaved, trying to free itself from the pain of this foreign intrusion. "Ooh!" she moaned as he pressed it up to his second joint, moving it not too gently in circles to prepare the way for what was to come later. "Uugghh! That hurts," she cried. Mark moved an inch for better leverage and calmly sunk his finger to the hilt in her pulsating cunt. With a quick wrist motion he began fucking her unmercifully with his finger, ramming it to the hilt and pulling all the way back. He felt something obstructing his path and rammed even deeper, pushing the tip of his finger against the enflamed membrane. On his third heave it broke and blood trickled down his fingers.
Jane's body squirmed helplessly against his vicious onslaught. Even in her semi-conscious state the pain was unbearable! Why was he doing this to her? Just because she had tried to scratch herself? Then a shooting pain, far greater than the others, ripped through her belly and up to her head. Why didn't he stop! He would kill her! "Ooh! Pleeaase! You're tearing me in half! Pleeaase! Oh, God, please stoppp!"
"Shut up, you Bible Belt Bitch! I haven't even started on you yet!"
Mark let his finger run across her brown starfish, puckered tightly against an intrusion. Moistening his finger in her wet cunt, he sipped it back and pressed the tip of it against her asshole. It was tight and held against the invasion, but Mark kept wetting the tip of his finger in her cunt and working it against the tight little anus until it expanded and his finger popped inside. He slipped his thumb in her cunt and pressed it against the wall until he could feel his other finger up her ass. With a slow, sawing motion, he began fUcking her from two angles. He then lowered his body and ran his purple-veined cock along her belly, aiming at her belly button and sinking the head of his swollen member into it as if it was another hole.
The pain was gradually giving way to a new sensation and Jane found her body moving in anticipation of the thrusts invading her. She could feel the beginnings of a boiling desire inside her, but Jane didn't understand it. Her muscles were coming back and her body felt lighter, but Peter had control of her body now. What was wrong with her? Why didn't she stop what he was doing to her? Was this all a dream, one of her nightmares?
Mark felt a hot, searing passion coursing through his body. His cock was trying to dig into her belly and he could feel his balls swelling as they filled with the thick come he would shoot far up inside her. He raised himself and changed into a kneeling position between her legs, his wet, sticky cock waving at her, his cruel fingers probing the inner depths of her wide open cunt. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her knees into the air, pressing them down on her breasts. He wedged his body against hers until her ankles were resting on his shoulders, her gaping cunt open and surging toward him.
Jane looked down between her breasts at her exposed vagina with the glistening, swollen penis aimed at it. For a moment, she couldn't believe it was happening to her. Then she screamed. "Noo! Please don't! Noo! You can't!"
Mark took his surging rod in his hand and began running the throbbing head around the outer edges of her cunt. He moved it back and forth, up and down, without letting it sink into her. Jane's body squirmed helplessly, but she couldn't move. Mark dipped the head of his cock into the blonde curls that encased her pink-lipped cunt, ran it back and forth across her clitoris and up and down the narrow slit. His balls ached for release, but he held himself in rigid control, savoring the moment when he would sink his member deep into her white belly.
Jane ran her tongue across her lips. The sweet torture he was putting her through was something she never knew existed. How could anything feel so good and yet be evil? She had regained complete consciousness now and knew what was happening to her. It was a moment she had half-dreaded all her life, and now it was happening with a complete stranger. She knew he wasn't Peter, and she wondered why he had tried to deceive her like that. She wanted to stop him, but deep within her she knew that she had to have that penis of his buried deep in her vagina. He had started a fire, a fire she couldn't control! She watched him move his hips for leverage and then thrust forward with a mighty heave.
"Aagh!" she screamed as he sunk his cock all the way up her. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she would be ripped in half from that giant penis imbedded deep in her middle. The fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming all the way through her, through her belly, up her chest, and through her throat. As it plunged against her cervix, Jane's head swung back and forth on the fur cover.
Mark looked down and could see his curly black pubic hair tangled tightly with the blonde curls where their sexes met, the base of his thick cock buried deep into the pink throbbing furrow. He could see the tight lips of the cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the tan skinned base of his prick. He thrust his hands under her hips, cupping the pliant globes and pulling her ass even higher.
Mark held her there for a moment, enjoying the spectacle of the proud, vriginal, Bible Belt Bitch impaled helplessly under him with his prick buried deep in her proud little cunt. How he'd love to have the newspapers see their brave little crusader now, wriggling her tight little ass and jerking her virginal crotch to get an extra inch of hot cock up her! Wouldn't they enjoy that!
Jane's body was moving from instinct now. Her crotch muscles tightened and she began flexing it. An indescribable feeling was surging through her body. The walls of her cringing cunt clasped around the thick cock inside her like it was a glove. She could feel its rough fleshy ridges as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous form in minute details to her rapidly clearing mind. It was alive inside her, alive and hot and demanding! The tickling hairs of his balls dangling in the crevice of her ass were now part of her. The pain was still there, but now it was mingling with a strong desire which was strange to her being. Her lips felt dry, and she ran her tongue back and forth to moisten them.
Her cunt contracted, grabbing Mark's sliding piston and holding it tight in the folds of flesh inside her passionate box. Jane couldn't believe that it was her body reacting this way! Was she truly a frustrated sex maniac as one man had told her several years ago? Could this really be her? She hated the man invading her, and she hated herself for giving in to the weakness of her flesh!
Mark felt her cunt contract and squeeze his cock. He had been waiting for her to respond, waiting for the animal nature which he knew every woman possessed to come out. He stopped, held his body still, kept his cock sunk deeply inside her and let her contraction pull him deeper. He flexed his cock gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body. He waited a moment and then flexed it again, watching her face contort as she felt his cock swell and completely fill her cunt. Jane closed her eyes to avoid looking into his. Her head began slowly swaying back and forth, her tongue racing across her lips with each turn.
Mark didn't move, his stillness serving him in two ways: the torture it gave her yearning cunt, and the time he needed to gain control. The perfection of her body, the beauty of her face, and the punishment he was inflicting on an old enemy combined to make Mark hotter than he could ever remember being. And now the wantonness of her sex-starved body was driving him wild.
All thoughts vanished from Jane's mind. Her body became all demanding. That penis inside her was her reason for being at the moment. Nothing was more important to her than this very moment!
Gradually, Mark began moving his cock into the skewered girl beneath him. He smiled as the muffled grunts of pleasure began pushing out from behind her partched lips. Jane's hips began a slow, involuntary roll beneath the throbbing rod that had her impaled. Mark clenched his teeth tightly to keep control as he felt her hungry crotch screwing itself up tighter against his pubic hair.
Jane's body came to life, dropping all pretenses. The pain was fast receding. An electric tingling sensation deep within her womb creeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It raced through her cunt and made the gaping lips quiver. She ground her clitoris against Mark's pelvis, delighting in the combination of pain and pleasure the movement produced. The new sensation flooded her body, reaching even the strawberry tips of her breasts. They felt like they were on fire as she pressed them against her knees. Tiny rivers of sweat formed between her tits and on her forehead, running down her body and sprinkling the fur cover.
Fuck! A four-letter word she had always detested, but it ran through her mind. Fuck! That was what she wanted! But she'd never give him the pleasure of hearing her say it.
She rotated her hips slowly, pulling Mark's prick with her as her vagina dilated and contracted. It felt as if she was staked to the bed, the rigid cock being the stake that held her down.
Mark was having trouble controlling himself. Those muscles in her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the blood-filled head of his prick. He watched the blonde crested pink slit pull tantalizingly up the shaft of his cock several inches and then nibble its way slowly back down, tangling their contrasting pubic hair and sinking his surging cock deep inside her white belly. Mark let her do all the work, her quivering cunt moving relentlessly up and down his mighty shaft, watching the slow withdrawal between them, the soft, pink ridges of her cunt pulling out as she screwed her pelvis down into the bed. Then the soft folds disappeared inside her cunt as she jerked her hips up to grind her clitoris against his pelvis.
He let her strain against him for a while, enjoy-the utter abandon of her excited movements.
"Somebody should have slipped the rod to you a long time ago, baby. You're a hot bitch in heat! You want the full measure of this cock rammed up inside you now?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me!"
"Oh, please!"
"Tell me!"
"Give it to me! Please! Give it to me as hard as you can!"
Mark pulled his cock out to the very edge of her cunt, then rammed it in as hard as he knew how. His balls flapped against her ass as he let his momentum build up.
"Ooh! God! More, please, more!" she screamed between clenched teeth. "Faster! Harder! Oohh!"
Mark culd feel her straining to climax. Juices began flowing through her wildly pulsating vagina, and a wet, sucking sound was coming loudly from their union. He fought for control, wanting to hold back and save his climax for a second torture after she had hers. He buried his cock deep inside her belly, moving it like a steam-driven piston. Her hips were moving fast, bucking against him wildly.
Mark almost went beserk as Jane's body began vibrating completely out of control. He felt her cunt contract with full force, and the wet, white come covered his cock and oozed down the heated passage, its warm liquid matting their pubic hair and trickling down his leg and over his aching balls.
Pushing her knees up to her ears, Mark rolled her into a tight ball impaled on his cock. He withdrew to the outer edge and then began ramming it with deadly accuracy into her deep womb. His body dropped down heavily on hers, mashing her tits against his hairy chest, her hard nipples bearing into his skin. He held her head in his hands and planted his lips full on hers as his cock churned into her belly. Swiftly, Mark reached around behind her and jabbed his finger into her tight anus. At the same time he forced her teeth apart and sank his tongue into her hot mouth.
The triple invasion of her body raised Jane to a new level of excitement. Her tongue found his and she began sucking it deeper into her mouth. His probing finger in her ass was rubbing against the thin wall that separated it from his lunging cock, and Jane felt her body go into convulsions from the mixture of pain and pleasure he was inflicting on her.
Mark knew his moment was near. He could feel the hot white come bubbling in his aching balls flapping wildly against the cheeks of Jane's ass. He gave up all efforts to control himself now and plunged deep inside her hot cunt. He wanted to spurt his hot come deep into her belly, even as far as her throat.
Jane felt him explode inside her, his come spewing through her cunt like hot lava. It flowed through her body like white fire, searing every raw nerve end and making her flesh burn. Before she knew what was happening, Jane felt her cunt answer Mark's explosion with one of its own. The milk-like juice poured from her hole, covered his balls and splashed on the fur. The thick mass covered their pubic hair and glued them together.
Their nervous systems drained, both bodies collapsed. Moments passed before Mark had the strength to pull his limp prick out of her gaping cavern. When he did, it took a mighty heave to place him in a sitting position on the edge of the round bed.
The demands of her body satiated, Jane's mind took command of her being. She raised her body painfully to a position where she leaned on her elbow and looked directly into Mark's eyes.
"What are you going to do to me? Where am I? Why? Can I leave now that you've satisfied your animal lust on me?"
Mark looked at her, enjoying her obvious discomfort. Her hauty, proud nature had returned, and Mark regretted he had not made her suffer more.
"Jane Horner," he said, "you've been fucked! You should thank God for that! At least you now know a part of what it is to be a woman. No, you can't leave. Not until we're through with you, and that could be a very long time."
Mark stood up and walked to the door.
"You bastard!" Jane screamed at him, shocked at her use of such profane language.
"I have no doubts about my parentage. How about you?" he flung over his shoulder at her as he left the room and closed the door.
Jane collapsed, an hysterical sobbing gripping her entire body.