Chapter 6
"Your performance wasn't very outstanding."
"You watched?"
"Naturally. I haven't tasted the sweeteness of your cock yet, remember? I thought I'd have a preview so I would know what to expect."
Mark looked into Consuela's eyes to see if she was mocking him. Her gaze was steady and he decided she was being perfectly honest.
"I'm much better than that," he said moving to the edge of the gazebo and letting his eyes relax on the beauty of the grounds. The entire affair with Jane Horner had bothered him since he left her in the Game Room. In his mind he was trying to sort his thoughts and understand his attitude.
"I wasn't myself," he continued without looking at Consuela. "I don't even know why I did it. It was a sordid form of rape."
"Don't tell me you feel guilty about fucking that little blonde? What's the matter, does it offend your sense of nobility?"
"She's a human being, you know. What right did I have to do that to her? Oh, I don't know, Consuela, I'm just all mixed up about it. I enjoyed screwing her, but somehow I feel it was wrong."
"What happened to the Mark Wilson who told me all about the innocent people Miss Jane Horner had persecuted? She ruined their lives because she wanted everybody to be exactly like her. That's what you said, isn't it?"
"Yes, and it's true! The goody-goodies of this world won't be satisfied until they've made everybody exactly like they are, mean, unhappy, frustrated and too busy fighting life to enjoy it. They've a tradition of burning at the stake or hanging anyone who just happens to be a little different than they are."
Mark stopped for a moment, stared into space, and then turned to face Consuela.
"Maybe that's it. We hate them for sticking their noses into our business, and for trying to change us. Don't you see? That's exactly what we're doing to Jane Horner! We're doing to her just what we object to her doing to us...."
Consuela studied him for a minute and smiled.
"I was right! You're fighting your own nobility! I haven't had much education, Mark, but let me give you some advice. Nobility is fine for those who can afford it, and there are damned few of them in this world. The rest of us have to be practical, and Avillo Guzman never makes a move that isn't practical!"
Consuela turned away, looking into the garden and avoiding Mark's eyes. A hard look came over her face.
"I can tell you this," she continued, her voice low and charged. "This is no place for a conscience. I gave mine up long ago. I live for the moment, and I don't make any pretenses about it. I like my life. I want money and power just like Jane Horner does. Down deep, that's what makes her what she is." Consuela turned to look at Mark, the hardness gone from her face and a smile crossing her lips. "You want some more advice?"
"If it's free," Mark countered.
"Don't kid yourself about that either, Mark. Nothing in this life is free. You pay for everything you get, one way or another. I just wanted to warn you not to think like a hero and try to rescue your Jane Horner...."
A deep laugh burst from Mark's chest, the low pitch sound carrying halfway across the grounds.
"Up till then, Consuela, you had me pegged pretty well. I was beginning to wonder if you weren't a psychiatrist in disguise. But, sweetheart, I'm no hero. I detest everything Jane Horner stands for, and she'd be the last woman on earth I'd rescue from anything. If my conscience gets the best of me, the most I'll do is walk away and forget it."
Avillo Guzman and Dr. Gorman walked slowly across the lawn approaching the gazebo. They were in deep discussion and hardly noticed Mark and Consuela until they were almost upon them.
"Oh, Mark, I'm glad I found you," Guzman said, taking a seat at the table and waiting for the others to join him. "I have a task for you. I want you to find out everything you can about Miss Homer's organization. Find out if there's a staff meeting or something of that sort planned in the near future. You know, something where they pull in all their key people from the various areas. If not, how can one be arranged? You may have to fly up there, but I don't think that'll be necessary right away. Call Joe in Omaha and Ed in Chicago. Tell them to get right on it and give it top priority. What we want is a meeting of the key people, the ones who do all the work and get the rank and file excited."
"Yes, sir!" Mark said, his mind racing to evaluate what this was all about.
"I'm letting Paco teach Miss Homer some of the refinements of sex in about an hour, and I'm sure it'll be an interesting show. You and Consuela must join us to watch."
"I wouldn't miss it for anything," said Consuela.
Mark left the gazebo and headed for the communications center on an errand he didn't entirely understand.
Jane found the large, tile bathroom at the end of the Game Room. Her legs were not sure of themselves, but the effects of the drug had worn off and she was in control of herself. Splashing cold water in her face, Jane was certain she had been drugged. It had to have been Connie, she told herself, and that pill she had taken at breakfast. But why? What was this all about? Who was that man who had brought such pain and pleasure to her body? Why had he done it?
Questions raced through her brain as she took a steaming hot shower, the water relaxing her tense body. Getting out of the shower, Jane saw that there were only small hand-towels on the rack. She used three of them to dry herself and then returned to the Game Room with its bizarre decor. Being naked bothered her more than anything else. She looked around and discovered there was not a thing she could use to cover her body.
The door at the end of the room opened and a woman, obviously a maid, entered with a covered tray. She placed the tray on the small table at the entrance and left before Jane could even say a word.
A spicy, delicious aroma reached Jane. She crossed the room and lifted the cover from the tray. Delicate lobster tails with a cup of lemon-butter sauce, a small but very thick filet steak with tiny mushrooms caps, a shrimp cocktail, steaming string beans topped with sliced almonds, a large salad, warm rolls and piping hot coffee greeted her. The beautifully arrayed gourmet dishes reminded her that she was famished, and Jane attacked the food ravenously. She gave herself entirely over to enjoying the food, something she seldom did. She had always been a dainty eater. Food had just never interested Jane, but now she was eating like she had never eaten before, savoring each bite and allowing her taste buds to delight in an orgy of their own.
Time hung on her back like a heavy weight. It had been hours since anything had happened. The maid had entered the room, picked up the tray and left without uttering a word. Jane walked the room like a caged tigress, her nerves on raw edge. Once the thought struck her that she hadn't tried to escape, that she hadn't even tried the door to see if it was locked, and she raced to it and pulled on the handle with all her might, falling on her knees and sobbing when she found it locked tightly. Another time, certain she could get help by letting someone know she was a prisoner, she raced to the door and began pounding on it and screaming at the top of her lungs. She again sank to her knees, her voice hoarse from screaming and a sob racking her body. Her energy gone, Jane crawled back to the bed, pulled herself up, stretched out and fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.
Jane came awake suddenly when she heard the door at the end of the room open. Paco and another man stood there looking at her. Jane's hands instinctively made an attempt to cover her breasts and the golden pubic region between her thighs. The men laughed and moved forward. They pulled one of the narrow beds covered in black fur from along the wall and placed it directly in front of the long, floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Jane felt a terror shoot through her stomach as two hands grabbed her ankles in a steel grip. The evil leer on Paco's face as he took her wrists and lifted her from the bed chilled Jane. They dumped her on the narrow bed, pulling nylon ropes from beneath the bed and tying her in a spreadeagled position. Her hands and feet were at the four corners of the bed, held securely by the ropes. She quickly learned that any move to free herself, to pull away, would cruelly punish the muscles in her shoulders and back.
Paco signaled the other man and he grasped Jane's hips and lifted them from the bed. Paco pulled a thick cushion from beneath the bed and placed it under Jane's buttocks, raising her crotch obscenely above the rest of her body. Jane groaned. The position was uncomfortable, straining her back and making her feel more helpless than she had ever felt in her life. Paco and the other man stood at her feet, looking straight up her legs and at the quivering pink regions of her cunt now exposed by her widespread thighs. Jane shuddered as she saw Paco wet his lips, a tiny drop of saliva oozing from the corner of his mouth. He said something to the other man who turned and left the room.
Paco moved to the large bed and began taking off his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, the odor from his scarred, misshapen body wafting across to permeate Jane's nostrils. She felt nausea grip her belly as she realized that this stinking, grotesque man was going to violate her body. She shuddered and fought back the nausea that was threatening to bring everything in her stomach up to her throat.
She watched him sit on the edge of the bed and pull his shoes off, then stand and unbuckle his pants. Jane tried to pull her eyes away from him-he was so ugly, so grotesque, so horrible-but she couldn't. Her eyes were riveted to his scarred body. Paco's pants dropped to the floor and Jane's eyes dilated. Her nostrils flared and a scream caught in her throat when she saw his gigantic, rigid cock staring at her. The shaft was dark tan, purple veins standing out like ridges along it. The head was a gray-brown, tipped by a touch of pink, and inflated to a size Jane had never dreamed possible.
Involuntarily, Jane's mouth gaped open, the lips pulling back over her teeth. The scream, still caught in her throat, left a dry, parched tongue lolling about. My God, she thought, he's going to put that telephone pole up me! He'll kill me! He'll tear my insides out!
"Noooo!" It came, not as a scream but more of a low groan from deep within Jane's body.
Paco looked at the lush blonde body spread-eagled before him. The pink slit stretched wide under its covering of golden hair and her crotch angled to the ceiling. Her full, round tits with their red-pointed tips heaving as she gasped for breath tantalized him. The creamy white skin and pale golden hair framed against the black fur of the bed sent desire racing through his loins. Like most Latins, Paco's desire doubled at the prospect of fucking a blonde. And Jane was a true blonde, something he had seen only once before.
He took his rigid prick in his left hand and stroked it as he walked around the bed surveying the terrified girl. Her head followed his every move, her eyes unable to move from his swollen member. Paco knew that she was gripped in terror, and he was savoring every moment he made her suffer in anticipation. He was going to humiliate her, punish her, in every way he knew. She would never forget what he would do to her. Never! He would stuff his prick up her cunt until it came out her mouth. He would stretch that blonde cunt until it bled, pound his balls against her ass until it was black and blue. But all in good time. First he would make her beg to be fucked, and before that he would explore her body, let her know that she was his slave!
Without his shoes, Paco's limp was even more grotesque. He seemed to half-hobble, half-bounce from place to place. His right hand, held close to his body by the bad elbow, was used to balance himself against the edge of the bed. His left hand held his rigid cock, twelve inches of surging manhood, thick, inflated, the purple veins folding under his hand as he moved the skin back and forth. He stood at the end of the bed, holding his cock an inch or two above Jane's nose and stroking it while her terror-stricken eyes watched it in fascination. The pungent odor from his moist, glistening cock made Jane's nostrils flare, her throat constrict in an effort to hold back the nausea that again surged through her body.
Jane could tell he hadn't bathed in days. Sweat and dirt were caked in little patches on his chest, his arms and his legs. The odor was overpowering. She tried to stop breathing through her nose, but the foul smell permeated her entire body.
A thick, clear liquid began oozing from the large hole in the head of his prick. Paco ran his hand along the shaft faster, until the entire head of his cock was covered with small drops of the lubricating fluid. This was one thing he had planned for the gringo bitch and he couldn't resist the humiliation it would give her. He worked his hand furiously, building a light foam at the end of his inflated rod, and leaned forward to dip the head into each of her eyes and along the edge of her nose.
Looking down directly into her face, he could see small rivulets run slowly down from the corners of her eyes on either side. They dribbled like tears down the sides of her face, leaving slick, glistening tracks as they ran across her smooth white cheeks. Drops ran from the ridge of her nose down over the flared nostrils and to her pink lips. Then he thrust his hips forward and lodged the head of his cock in her ear, working the shaft with his hand and leaving a trail of thick come there.
Jane's whole body shuddered as she felt the sticky substance running over her face, in her ears, down her cheeks. She felt like she had just walked through a cobweb covered with thick, oozing glue, but there was nothing she could do to clean her face. He body arched and strained, but the bounds held her tight. Involuntarily, she opened her mouth to bite her hp. A drop of sticky come fell across her lip and onto her teeth. She moved her tongue to guard her mouth and tasted the salty, sickening Uquid that had oozed from his filthy cock.
"I'd rather be dead than this!" she screamed. "Why don't you kill me and get it over with? Please, kill me!"
"If I kill you," he said sarcastically, "it'll be with this!" He took his cock and slapped her cheek with its swollen head, leaving a trail of moisture as he glided it off and moved around the bed.
On the other side of the bed, Paco stopped for a moment and waved his cock against her ripe, red nipple, then grabbed her breast and cruelly kneaded it in his hand. The soft, white flesh gave under the pressure of his rough fingers as he squeezed her tit like he would a rubber ball. Jane gritted her teeth at the rough handling of her sensitive breast. The pain was mixed with excitement, a tingling of pleasure as she felt his sandpaper touch rub across her nipple. As suddenly as he began, Paco stopped. Grabbing the edge of the bed for support and balance, he hobbled to the end where Jane's small, delicate, pink feet were pointed at the ceiling.
He looked up between her legs at her exposed crotch and felt his pulse quicken. The pink lips of her cunt seemed to be calling to him. He hoisted his deformed body up on the bed and crouched on all fours as he crawled between her unresisting, milky-white thighs until his face was just inches from her raised cunt.
Jane watched him, looking between her breasts and over her raised abdomen. He was crouched on all four like an animal, his arms on the outside of her legs and his mouth directly over her vagina Watching him lick his lips and seeing trails of saliva run from the corners of his mouth made Jane want to vomit. My God, she thought, he's no more than an animal-a beast! She closed her eyes to shut out the vision of the drooling face just above her vagina.
"You'll open your eyes, gringo bitch!" he spit at her. "And you'll beg in a few minutes. Oh, yes, you'll beg!"
Paco let his eyes feast on her dry cunt, spreading the lips wide apart with his fingers. The saliva from his drooling mouth fell into the pink opening. Slowly, savoring the delicious smell of her ripe cunt, Paco lowered his head. His tongue darted out of his mouth and buried itself just below the lips of her pink slit. Paco licked, then drew his tongue back in his mouth to taste the sweetness of her sex. He darted his tongue out again, this time enjoying the tickling sensation as his rough tongue ran through the soft blonde hair of her pussy. Then, slowly and methodically, Paco began running his tongue along the inner edges of her lips. He flattened his tongue and lapped her whole cunt with one long stroke, much like a cow licks salt. On the third stroke that way, he felt her clitoris come to life. The little button of flesh quivered at first, then grew and became erect. With the tip of his tongue he began teasing the end of her hard clitoris. His head moved forward and his lips sucked the seat of her desire, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, all the while his tongue continuing its relentless attack against the straining pink bud of her sex.
Jane tried to make her body rigid at first. She wanted to paralyze herself, freeze what he was doing out of her mind and away from her body. Then, despite herself, Jane felt her body begin to respond as his hot, searing tongue moved inside her. She felt him pull the outer flesh of her vagina into her mouth, his teeth nibbling at her clitoris.
"Ooh!" she moaned as he pulled her clitoris between his rough lips and began sucking hard on it. Jane groaned huskily from deep in her throat as his hot tongue worked its way up and down her narrow wet slit, starting at the lower belly and pressing its way down, down over the elastic -rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing, strained buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wet probing of the tight brown throbbing hole. "Ooh!" she gasped as she felt his tongue dart in and probe her asshole and then shoot up over her skin and skin into the depths of her vagina.
She felt her crotch flex upward to open wider as she was now gripped in a passion she couldn't believe. All thoughts of how repulsive Paco was flew from her mind and the only thought she had was of his swift, searing, darting tongue and what it was doing to her! Her body had become a boiling mass of desire.
Paco worked hungrily, feeling her soft, golden pubic hair brushing against his cheeks as he darted his tongue in and out of her cunt. He knew he had the gringo bitch hot now! Her juices were pouring into her cunt, swirling around his tongue and dripping out onto his chin. In a minute, when she was almost there, he'd have this proud bitch begging him for release. He increased his tempo, rubbing his upper hp against her erect and quivering clitoris while his tongue worked deep into her wet pussy. Then he stopped.
Jane was in agony. She groaned and her body strained against the ropes that bound her.
"Please!" she grunted.
"Please what, gringo bitch?"
"Please! Don't stop! Not now!"
"You want your rotten cunt licked?"
Jane nodded her head.
"Say it!"
"Please don't stop!"
"Say it! Say you want your rotten cunt licked!"
"Please. Oh, yes, please! Lick me! Don't stop now!"
Having her beg shot lust through Paco's body. His cock jerked, rubbing its blood-inflated head against the soft black fur cover on the bed. He dipped his head and let his tongue taste the salty sweetness of her open cunt once more. His tongue thrust deep inside her yawning crack, bringing a low guttural moan from deep in her throat. "Ah!" she moaned over and over. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly along his extended tongue as the walls of Jane's invaded vagina opened and closed in a loud sucking noise. He felt her muscles tighten and try to pull his tongue deeper and deeper into her well of passion. It felt as though the nibbling, hard-lined mouth would pull his tongue out by its very roots and devour it alive! The end of his nose was mashed hard against her tiny pink clitoris, the lips of her cunt pulling over it as he dug deeper and deeper with his hot probing tongue. The juices of her lust filled his mouth and nostrils, cutting his breath off.
Jane was completely lost in her passion. No other thought than to have him deeper and deeper inside the fire he had created between her legs crossed her mind. She had never known that anything like this could be so demanding, so all consuming! Her flesh was on fire, and the boiling juices in her vagina were surging through her body. Disregarding the pain to her muscles and back, she arched her body to bring him even further inside her. Suddenly he stopped.
"Pleaseee! Don't Stop! Lick me! Lick me!" she cried.
Paco pulled himself up on his knees, a grinding aching pain searing into his entrails from the heavy sack which cased its two bloated pears below his inflated cock. He was so hot he couldn't contain himself any longer. He had to fuck this gringo bitch now or he would dump his load on the bed.
"Shut up!" he growled at her as he positioned himself above her. "If you want that fire in your greedy cunt put out, beg me to do it with this!" He rubbed the tip of his giant cock against the lips of her cunt, running the head up to her clitoris and pressing against it with a slight thrust of his hips.
"Do you want to be fucked, bitch!"
His language, his odor, his grotesque body, everything about him repelled Jane. But she had to have it in her. The fire was too hot! His tongue had done its work well. Her belly screamed for him. She had to have him!
"Yes! Yes! Please! Now, do it now!"
Paco grinned at her and ran his pulsating prick up and down her narrow slit. Her lips seemed to grab at it, trying to pull it inside her. It was all he could do not to lunge forward now and impale this squirming bitch on his aching cock. But first he wanted to tease her, punish her for the shit she had poured on him with her snotty looks and attitude at the airport. She'd beg, all right! And then he would split her wide open!
In the small room behind the mirror, Dr. Gorman, Avillo Guzman, Consuela and Mark watched Paco torture Jane Horner.
"It'll take her a few days to recover when Paco gets through with her," said Dr. Groman, a smile creasing his face.
"Yes, I expect we'll have to let her rest for a day or two after this," Guzman replied. "He's only begun, though. After she has the full treatment, I don't think we'll have any trouble with her at all."
"Have you made up your mind what we'll do with her?" Gorman asked.
"We'll talk about it tonight."
Consuela, imagining herself on the bed in Jane's place, had been rubbing her thighs together to try to quell the itch that had grown in her loins. A minute before, she had placed her hand in Mark's lap. Now she had his erect cock in her hand, rubbing it as they watched Paco run his giant member up and down Jane's cunt. She reached down, pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist and guided Mark's hand between her hot thighs. Consuela never wore panties-it was a rule that she must always be ready for sex-and Mark's hand grasped a wet, quivering cunt. She scooted forward on the seat and forced his finger deep inside her. Her hips began jerking up and down as she watched the two bodies on the bed beyond the glass, all the time her hand rubbing Mark's cock.
Consuela's passion grew to where she could no longer stand it. She reached out and grabbed Mark by the hair, roughly pulling him to the floor and forcing his head between her legs. Using both hands on the back of his head, she forced his head against her mound until her dripping wet cunt covered his face.
"Eat it, Mark! I'll do the same for you later! Eat it. Please eat it!"
Her eyes became glassy as Mark's tongue worked furiously in her hot cunt. She let out a little cry as she saw Paco draw his hips back for a lunge at Jane's wide open cunt.
Jane's body was squirming on the bed, her hips trying to thrust upward and impale her on the cock that was teasing her. Paco looked down at her, his hatred and passion almost equal. Here's a cunt that really needs punishing, he told himself. All right, I'll punish her. I'll fuck her until she bleeds, until she can't even walk!
He pushed the inflated head of his throbbing cock into the quivering entrance to her vagina, and with a mighty lunge sunk it as deep as it would go.
"Aagh!" she screamed as the searing instrument ripped into her hot flesh. It was only then that Jane remembered the size of Paco's monstrous rod. Tears flowed from her eyes as she felt the walls of her vagina expanding to try to hold the surging cock inside her. It felt like her skin was ripping, bit by bit. The pain shot through her body and Jane was certain she was going to die. This must be worse than what a woman feels when she gives birth. Babies aren't as big as that penis in me now!
"NO! Noo! I can't take it! No! Stop! Pull it out! You'll kill me! Ohh! Please!"
Hearing her beg for mercy was music to Paco's ear. He looked down and saw that his cock had only been able to intrude her cunt by at the most two inches. Wiggling his hips and thrusting in jabs, he pushed it another inch inside her. He could feel the hot sucking flesh of her cunt wrapping itself around his cock, pulling and squeezing. He pushed forward another inch, giving her no quarter. Her hips went into convulsions, pushing, jerking, bending in a giant effort to free herself from the impalement. Paco lifted himself to a position where he could see his giant member invading her, the lips of her cunt stretched to the bursting point. A little trickle of blood mixed with come made a pink trail oozing from her cunt around his shaft. It went over his huge balls and down the cheek of her ass, giving Paco a great feeling of pleasure to know she was truly suffering under his onslaught against her proud pussy.
Paco reached forward and took a bright red, taut nipple in his left hand, kneading it between his thumb and forefinger while he continued moving his surging rod in and out of the channel he had wedged in her cunt. Then, with a mighty heave, he fell on her, thrusting with his hips as hard as he could. His cock seemed stuck for a moment, and then it lunged into her so that he could feel the soft pubic hair on the lips of her vagina caressing the base of his shaft.
"Uugghh!" she grunted as the hot probe was forced into her to the hilt. He's ripped out my entire insides, she thought! It must be in my belly now! As he began a slow sawing motion, pulling his cock out to where just the tip was sunk in her hole and then ramming it back to the very hilt with all his might, Jane thought she would faint. The pain was so intense every muscle in her body ached. It felt like the roll of skin just below the head of his cock was tearing the walls of her vagina each time it moved in and out.
Paco was teasing her now, running his giant prick up and down slowly, feeling every inch of her cunt rub against it with every stroke. His huge balls bounced against her ass with a loud slapping noise as he increased his tempo. The nails of his fingers dug into her soft breasts as he tightened his hold and used the tit as a handle to give him more leverage.
Gradually, the pain gave way to a new sensation in Jane's tortured body. The pain was still there, but now it was mixed with a something inside her demanding release. His cock probing deep into her belly had touched off a new chain of desire in Jane. Each time he cruelly rammed the tip of his rod against her cervix, it felt better. She couldn't understand it. It still hurt, almost unbearably, but now she wanted it to hurt. When Paco came down, placing his upper torso on top of her breasts, his pelvis ground against her enraged clitoris, sending a quiver of delight all through her body.
Paco felt her respond, her hips swaying slightly and her breath coming quicker. He puUed himself up on her body and began pounding his swollen cock to her relentlessly.
"Ohh! Ooh! God!"
"You like to fuck, gringo bitch?"
"Harder! Do it harder! Hurt me!"
The control Paco had held so long left him. His hips flew above Jane's body, his balls flapped against her ass, his cock sunk even deeper into her white belly, his body became a rampaging piston flailing against her exposed, golden mound. A grunt escaped from his throat. He leaned down, forced his mouth on hers and jabbed his tongue deep into her throat. His breath was foul, but Jane's body was beyond reaction. She was all consumed with the fire deep inside her belly, and her only thought was to satisfy the demand eating away her insides.
"Sweet Jesusss!" she cried as she felt him explode inside her, his cock spurting white, hot come all through her. Her own climax came with a gushing flow of her lust juice flowing down his shaft and over his balls, soaking the insides of her thighs, running down her crevice and wetting her anus and falling on the pillow below her buttocks.
"It looks like Miss Horner is more passionate than we thought!" said Dr. Gorman, watching every move through the glass and listening to every grunt and groan over the speaker.
"Indeed!" replied Guzman. "Most of the women I've seen Paco fuck like that fail to climax. They're too repelled by him and the pain from that mammoth weapon of his is usually too much for them. There's no doubt that Miss Horner had an orgasm, though. She may suit our purpose even better than I thought!"
Mark was beyond wondering what that purpose was at this point. His face was still wet from Consuela's gushing climax, timed to be at the same moment she saw Jane and Paco reach theirs. He leaned back in his chair, Consuela perched on her knees between his spread legs pulling his rigid cock from his pants. He watched her take it in her hand and gently pull the skin down from the head. Seeing her gorgeous face, framed with the jet black hair cascading now to her shoulders, between his legs sent a thrill through Mark. Consuela ran her tongue across her ruby red lips, moistening them in anticipation of tasting the pale-skinned prick in her hand. Her tongue darted out, planting a kiss at the base of his shaft and then glided slowly upward until she wrapped it around the swollen head. She teased him by forcing the tip of her tongue down the narrow slot at the tip of his cock. Keeping it wedged there, she let her lips slide down and capture the head, sucking gently and pulling his entire cock into her warm mouth.
Mark, suddenly aware that he had been oblivious to everything, glanced through the glass. He was surprised to see that Paco had evidently untied Jane, turned her over so that her belly was on the cushion and her buttocks raised high in the air, and retied her hands and feet.
"Let's see how little Miss Horner likes this part of Paco's act!" Gorman said with a gleam in his eye. "This should literally tear her up!"
Guzman, intent on the action before him, missed Gorman's attempt at humor. Mark, Consuela licking his cock like a candy bar, was beyond caring.
Jane had been too spent to resist when Paco untied first her hands and then her feet and turned her over on the bed so that her breasts were pressed into the fur cover of the bed. Swiftly he tied her in a reverse of her old position and inserted the cushion under her pale white belly.
Now this gringo bitch will learn who's the master, he thought as he quickly went to the screen and selected a short whip. The handle was gleaming black leather, but the body of the whip was covered in a soft brown velvet. Senor Guzman had insisted he use this one if he decided to punish Jane Horner. Senor Guzman had told Paco that under no circumstances was her body to be marked. Paco knew the velvet whip well. He knew it wouldn't mark her skin, but it would leave no doubt in her mind about what Paco thought of her.
He positioned himself at the edge of the bed by Jane's side. His arm raised and he brought the whip down across her buttocks. Jane's body jerked from the stinging pain. Turning her head to the side, Jane saw Paco's arm raise and then come down fast. The sting was even worse this time, her whole body trembling from the pain as her soft flesh gave way to the demanding whip. Tears flooded her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. Her body racked with a sudden sobbing that gripped her.
"Aargh!" Her scream goaded Paco on, his arm flying through the air and the whip flailing against her bare buttocks. He brought the whip down cruelly against her soft white skin, until her whole ass was a bright pink. He moved to the end of the bed and crawled up between her legs, flicking the velvet tip of the whip at her gaping cunt. "Aargh!" she screamed as the whip flicked into her cunt, tearing the tender skin and sending pains through her like shots.
Paco threw the whip to the side of the room and got on his knees. He rammed his erect cock into her cunt and sunk it to the hilt, pulled it back and rammed against her hard again. With his fingers moving frantically, he pulled her buttocks apart and began probing the tiny brown hole buried in her crevice. Bending down with his face against her ass, he darted his tongue at her anus. Then he dropped his face between the cheeks of her ass and licked the quivering hole, running his tongue inside her rectum and moistening the passage.
Pulling himself up, Paco climbed on top of her. He pulled his cock from the depths of her cunt, the head and shaft dripping from the wetness of her vagina. He took it in his hand and put it against the tight brown hole, then shoved down on her with a power few would have believed he possessed. The elastic ring of her tight asshole held for a moment, then popped open and allowed his surging weapon entrance to her belly.
"OH GOD!" she screamed. "Noo! Pleasee. You're tearing me! Pleasee! I'm dying! God! Plea-seeee Stop!"
It felt like his cock was going to rip right through her stomach and nail her to the bed. The pain was more intense than anything Jane had ever experienced. She fainted.
Paco was like a madman. His hips jumped up and down as he made his cock a giant piston ramming into the very depths of Jane's body. He watched blood spurt from the small ring which grapsed his suring prick. "Bleed, you bitch, bleed!" he muttered as he increased the speed and hardenss of his strokes. All of the hate, passion and frustration in Paco's being surged through his veins. This was the ass that had humped at him in the airport! This was the proud bitch who shuddered when he touched her! She'd remember this for a long, long time! Maybe this would teach her to treat other people like human beings! He drove deeper as he felt the head of his rod explode and spurt his juice up inside the proud gringo bitch.
When Mark saw Paco plunge his unbelievable weapon into Jane's ass, he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the electric sensation of what Coun-suela was doing to him with her voracious mouth. She had his balls in her hand, squeezing them gently as she plunged her head down on his surging shaft until her lips met his pubic hair at the base. Each time she pulled back, she wrapped her tongue around the shaft covering each inch of skin with a moist warmth. She felt his sack in her hand swell and she doubled her effort. Then the sweet warm juice she had waited for flowed into her mouth, warming her teeth and oozing down her throat.
Mark had had blow jobs before, but nothing like that! She sucked him dry, so dry he felt she would turn his toes inside out. He ran his fingers through her hair and opened his eyes.
"My God! That was something else!" he said.
"Just a sample, darling, we'll just have to have a little session together soon!"
Guzman interupted them. Coming to his feet, he pointed to the end of the room where Paco had dragged Jane's body to the floor of the tile bathroom.
"He's going to put on the finishing touch now!"
They all stood and watched Paco dump her on the floor and then stand over her. He took his limp prick in his hand and aimed it down at Jane's white body. A flow of hot, dark yellow urine came flooding down. It hit Jane's face and brought her to consciousness. She squirmed and tried to move out of the path of the pungent, steaming urine spurting at her. Paco followed her, aiming at every inch of her body and covering it with the foul-smelling yellow liquid. It was in her hair, streaming down her face, forming puddles between her breasts and on her belly. Paco kicked her legs apart and aimed straight into her cunt, then turned and left her lying on the floor as he gathered his clothes and walked out of the room.