Chapter 11
When Roberta re-entered the house, she found Arturo waiting for her downstairs.
"Come here!" he said, grasping her by an arm and marching her into the living room.
"I'm sorry I threw that dirt at you!" she exclaimed, frightened.
"You ought to be!" Arturo snarled. "And just where have you been for the last few minutes? And what have you been doing, hmm?" He shook the child.
"P-please!" she cried, her teeth chattering. 'I did-didn't do-do anything wrong! At least ... not to-too wrong!" . "How wrong?" Arturo asked, and stopped shaking her. "What did you do?"
"I talked with the pilot!" Roberta said, afraid to hold anything back. "I wanted him to take Miss Parsons, Mary Ellen and me away. But he wouldn't! He couldn't even speak English, anyhow!"
Arturo laughed. "Of course not, you little brat! And if he could have spoken English, he wouldn't have helped you. My people are loyal to me! That's how you're going to learn to be from now on. And the way to teach you is to punish you severely for what you just did!"
"No!" Roberta cried. "Please! Don't punish me!"
"You must be punished!" Arturo said, his eyes harsh and bright as he twisted her and dropped into a chair, pulling her down across his thighs.
The 14-year-old hadn't been up-ended for a spanking in six or seven years, and she felt humiliated to have this done by a virtual stranger. But her humiliation only began when she was placed into position. It quickly got worse when Arturo grasped her little skirt and pulled it up, exposing her girlish bottom in clinging white silken pants.
"Oooh ... don't!" she begged. "This is awful! Pleeeeease!"
Deaf to her cries, the strong and dominant Latin raised his hand over her quivering bottom and brought it down with a smack! Her firm, springy buttocks vibrated in her thin panties. Her bottom burned.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH!" she wailed, half from hurt and half from embarrassment over being placed in such an awful position.
Arturo spanked her again. This blow was even harder, and it made a loud sound, though the sharpness was muffled somewhat by the presence of the little girl's panties between her bottom and his hand. He spanked her over and over, shaking and stinging her buttocks through her filmy briefs.
Roberta bawled. She kicked her legs, which only made her bottom shake all the more and spurred the man on. She grasped at his legs but was afraid to scratch or bite him.
After spanking her repeatedly on the panties, he increased her embarrassment by grasping the elastic at the top of her briefs and stretching it out and down. This exposed her cute ass and caused her panties to skid out from between her tummy and his legs. He pulled the panties down her thrashing legs and off, tossing them aside.
He began to smack her right on her bare teenaged bottom, shaking her taut buttocks and producing the sharp sounds of flesh striking flesh. These blows burned Roberta even more intensely than before, and she wailed. Tears streaked down her cheeks.
But in the midst of her torment, she became aware of two surprising things: First, she felt the man's cock rise to iron hardness against her belly, and, second, an unexpected excitement swept through ,her, much like she had felt with the pilot. She squirmed. Her bottom burned more and more, though the heat was now centering not where Arturo's hand struck but up inside her and around the mouth of her little pussy.
Caught up in the excitement of the spanking, Arturo had lessened his pressure against her back, and she was able to twist free, tumbling to the floor.
"Why, you little ... I" he exclaimed angrily, thinking she was about to run away.
But when she dived between his legs, clawing at the zipper on his pants, he knew she had something altogether different in mind. Naturally he didn't resist as she unzipped him.
His prick came spearing into view, and Roberta clutched it fiercely, pointing it at her mouth. She bowed, and her lips parted, gliding snugly around the crown of his cock. As the little girl's mouth engulfed his throbbing, plump cockhead, Arturo groaned with pleasure.
Her head began to bob, and her clasping lips stroked smoothly up and down on his prick. If he wondered where she had learned how to do that, he didn't permit the question to interfere with his delight.
As for Roberta, she found her own pleasure increasing, now that she had his prick in her mouth. She sucked heatedly on the man's juicy cock, and the tension in her body heightened until it became almost unbearable. She needed something from him. She wanted him to do what the pilot had done for her.
Lifting her mouth from Arturo's cock, she gasped for breath as his bristling, upthrust organ swayed.
"Go on with it!" he snarled, and tried to push her down again.
But she got away from him and lay back on the floor, where she squirmed out of her panties. Her skirt was rumpled around her waist, and all she wore below that were her knee socks. From his chair, the man stared dazedly at her smooth, firm, little-girlish thighs ... and at the marvelously enticing slit between thm which was edged by a sparse growth of dark little hairs.
She lifted her hips and begged, "Kiss me, Arturo, please . . . the same way I kissed you!"
Somebody had fooled with her, he realized, or. she wouldn't have known all about oral sex. It was easy to assume, from that, that the same person had taken her virginity.
Arturo landed on his knees on the carpet, and he grasped the little girl's legs, spreading them even wider apart and lifting them into the air.
"Oooh, yesssss, Arturo... kiss meniiiice!" she purred, and shut her eyes, pressing her cheek against the carpet.
Angry over his assumption that she wasn't a virgin after all, and realizing that since she was a brunette she was worth no more to him as a commodity than a local tramp from town, he drove his hips forward, into the V of her young legs. His rigid prick speared between her moist labia.
Feeling the brutal thrust, Roberta gasped, and her eyes popped open. She hadn't thought that Arturo would push into her, because the pilot hadn't. But he certainly was doing exactly that, and it hurt as his blunt-nosed weapon spread the mouth of her virginal pussy. The pain was fiery-hot when he burst her maidenhead.
Then he was driving his cock deep inside her 14-year-old cunt, hunching and grinding, snorting with renewed rage and lust as he realized he had indeed taken her cherry.
He fucked the innocent child without mercy or letup, his prick pumping up and down in her tightly clasping cunt while she wailed and sobbed. She kicked in a futile effort to try to get him off her and make the hurting stop. But with his body covering hers and holding her against the floor, she could accomplish nothing. He even had her arms pinned down.
She had to take the brutal fucking which he gave her with his wicked, rapidly pumping cock. Though she hated every vicious thrust of his hardness into her, and though the rhythmic stretching of her virginal vagina hurt, her body did respond sensuously.
The rubbing of Arturo's rod against her clit honed her excitement to a gasping, writhing frenzy. When he finally jerked within her clutching pussy and released his lust in hot spurts, Roberta climaxed also. The waves of blissful warmth which rolled through her almost made up for the brutal treatment and degradation she had received. She lapsed into whimpering inertia, and Arturo pulled his blood-stained prick free.
He cursed. The thrill of taking the young girl had been tremendous ... but look at the revenue he had lost by despoiling her himself! First the blonde woman and now this one, he mused dismally. Things had not been going well for him in a business way, at all!
He pulled his clothes together, then helped Roberta into her panties and to her feet. He hustled her upstairs and tossed her into the room with Lizbeth, because Mary Ellen was still "entertaining" his client.
Without a word, he withdrew, slamming and locking the heavy oak door.
Roberta flew into the arms of her teacher, and they embraced, each grateful that the other was all right ... or, at least, had survived.
As soon as the young girl could catch her breath and wipe her tears away, she blurted out all that had happened. Lizbeth already had done a lot of thinking about the way Arturo had threatened her and how he had made her persuede Mary Ellen to give up her virginity. Arturo's brutal treatment of
Roberta was the last straw.
"We've got to get away from here!" Lizbeth exclaimed.
"Oh, I want to!" her young pupil cried. "If only those people on the next rancko would help us!"
"What people?" Lizbeth asked.
Roberta quickly told about her conversation with the Mexican girl she had found with the pilot.
"Since she and her parents are from the United States, maybe they will help us, after all, if we can just get over to them," Lizbeth said. "We've got to try! Now, listen... here's what we're going to do ..."