Chapter 12
It was morning before Arturo returned to Lizbeth's room. He found Roberta lying in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin, and the woman nowhere to be seen.
"Where's your teacher?" he demanded, shaking Roberta.
She blinked. "In the bathroom, I guess."
The man turned and strode to the bathroom door, which was open a crack. He pushed the door open wider and entered.
Lizbeth was standing behind the door, having rushed there when she heard Arturo's keys rattle in the hall. As soon as he moved past her, she quickly slithered around the door and left the bathroom, pulling the door shut. She had previously set the lock and removed the small knob which controlled it. Arturo could not get out of the room.
Lizbeth and Roberta, both of them dressed, rushed from the bedroom as the man hammered on the bathroom door. Once the heavy hall door was shut, his cries and pounding could no longer be heard.
Lizbeth entered Mary Ellen's room to rouse her and get her dressed, while Roberta stood watch in the hall. Then the three of them streaked down the stairs and out of the house, encountering no one because of the early hour.
Roberta remembered the direction in which the pilot's girl had run the night before, and she led Lizbeth and Mary Ellen that way across the open range. The only ones on the rancho who appeared to be up and about, except for Arturo and themseleves, were the cowboys, who squatted around an open fire sipping their morning coffee.
Lizbeth directed the girls to give them a wide berth, and they attempted to do so. But understandably they attracted the men's interest
One of the charros sauntered over, cutting off the females' path. He spoke English:
"You ladies are up very early," he said in heavily accented tones. "Just where are you going, if I may ask."
"That's none of your business!" Lizbeth snapped. "Now, get out of the way."
The man motioned for his compadres to join him, The three put down their coffee and started over. Lizbeth could see that she and the girls were not going to be able to bluff their way past.
She blurted, "Please let us go! Your boss has been holding us as prisoners in the house. He has made us do terrible things. We want to get back to the United States. Maybe the people on the next ranch will help us."
The leader of the cowboys spoke quickly to the others. One of them went running back toward the house, while the remaining three encircled Lizbeth and the girls. The leader said:
"You will not leave. Sr. Reyes would not like that"
"Do you take orders from Sr. Reyes even if they are against the law?" Lizbeth argued desperately. "Even if it means hurting peo-
pie?"
"We know nothing about that, senorita. We are merely poor working men who must obey eljefe."
It took only a couple of minutes for the man who had run to the house to find and release Arturo. They came running out together.
Lizbeth's heart sank with hopelessness, and the girls were equally disheartened.
Arturo's cruel eyes flashed, and he barked a harsh command in English to the foreman of the cowboys, obviously wanting Lizbeth to hear it:
"The blonde bitch must be taught a lesson! Spread her out and stake her to the ground. With her bare ass in the dirt, let her take on the lot of you. You will have fun this morning, boys!"
"NOOOOOH!" Lizbeth cried.
"Please don't do that!" Mary Ellen pleaded for the teacher.
"You dirty tramps!"
"Hold onto these brats!" Arturo snapped, indicating the young girls.
Two of the cowboys hurried over and grasped them, while the other charros went to work on Lizbeth. As Arturo watched approvingly, and the children stared wide-eyed, the rough cowboys ripped Lizbeth's clothes off. Her blouse was the first garment to go, then her skirt was pulled off, while the men held her writhing form between them. Their coarse, bewhiskered faces bore lustful grins as they ogled the shaking of her pale titty flesh above the rims of her bra cups ... and the wriggling of her hips in her filmy pink underpants.
While this was going on, one of the other men held both Roberta and Mary Ellen while his partner hurried to a nearby supply shed. He returned with ropes, wooden stakes, and a heavy mallet.
"No!" Lizbeth cried when she saw the paraphernalia. "You're not going to actually tie me to the ground!"
"Indeed they are!" Arturo spoke up. "You will appreciate the luxury of my house and not wish to leave it after these cowboys have worked you over out here!"
Lizbeth's continuing cries and struggles were unavailing as the two men held her while the third placed the stakes, He attached ropes to them. When the bonds were in readiness, one of the rough cowboys who held Lizbeth grasped her brassiere at the center and ripped it in two. Her titties bobbed out, jiggling wildly.
Both men clutched her silk panties, ripping them down and away from her blonde-tufted loins and quivering buttocks. Lizbeth was horrified. This was by far the most humiliating experience she had undergone yet, because it was happening out of doors, not only in front of five men but with her two young pupils looking on, as well.
The men threw Lizbeth to the ground, and she landed painfully on her tender ass. They bent and stretched her out, extending her arms and legs in spread-eagle fashion, Her wrists and ankles were quickly attached to the ropes which were in place, the degraded and terrified woman couldn't move her arms or legs. The only motion available was at her middle, and the more she thrashed her hips, the more she seemed to turn on the rough cowboys. Bulges appeared at the front of their Levi pants.
All four were clustered around Lizbeth by that time, as well as Arturo, who stood back a bit. Mary Ellen and Roberta had been tied to a cactus bush nearby, so that they could watch. They didn't dare move, for fear they would be pricked by the thorns.
Weaoing a steely smile of satisfaction, Arturo ordered his charros to proceed with the rape of their blonde victim. They dropped their pants, and four pricks stuck up rigidly in the morning light. From her supine position on the ground, Lizbeth shifted her gaze from one menacing cock to another, the organs seeming more ferocious when viewed from below, hairy balls hanging at the base of each shaft.
Arturo said something to the men in Spanish, and one of them dropped to his knees next to Lizbeth's head while another fell to fucking position between her thighs. Her blonde hair was grasped and her head brutally jerked toward the kneeling man. She uttered a moan of utter degradation as she was forced to open her mouth for the thrust of the man's smelly cock.
His bulging bulb pushed between her lips and spread her jaws.
"GHHAAAAWGH!" she gulped as his cockhead settled deep in her mouth and her lips were stretched around his iron-hard shaft.
The man between her thighs made his brutal move, ramming his wicked hard-on between her labia ... which, thank heavens, had become moistened in the excitement. His cock sank snugly into her warm cunt.
The man between her thighs began to move briskly at the very start. While he fucked her, the man who knelt next to her head commenced moving his prick in and out between her lips. She sucked his filthy cock, because there seemed nothing else to do.
Her young students watched while she was taken lustfully by both men at once. The other charms, who stood watching, stroked their stiff pricks by hand as they envied their amigos. Arturo merely stared at the fiendish scene, his dark eyes glinting.
All were so involved, either directly or vicariously, in what was happening on the ground that they didn't notice the sound of an approaching aircraft. It circled over the rancho and began its descent.
Lizbeth's hips were bumping against the animalistic thrusts of the prick which pounded into her throbbing, slippery cunt. Her asscheeks patted in the soft dirt. She gulped at the cock in her mouth with mindless lust, despite the terror and humiliation of her plight. The man who fucked her face rolled her titties and squeezed them.
One of the idle charros could wait no longer, and he knelt at Lizbeth's opposite side. He grasped for her boobies, taking one tit away from the other man, and he bowed his head to slurp wetly at her jutting nipple.
Vfar flunking of the first man's cock became more intense, and she moaned against the mouthful of churning man-meat. He shot, streaming his semen over her tongue and down her throat in vigorous spurts. She swallowed the slimy stuff as best she could, though some of the whitish fluid oozed out around his lip-encircled shaft and dribbled down her cheek.
The second man grasped her by the hair and wrenched her head in his direction, forcing her to accept the thrust of his horny prick between her lips.
The third charro pumped his cock in her grinding, bobbing pussy with increasing speed and force until she was straining at the bonds which held her wrists and ankles, striving for the release which she now also needed.
She got her climax just as the man achieved his, and she seethed with shame while the orgasmic bursts of warmth rolled through her.
That man pulled his dripping penis from her hole, to be replaced by the fourth horny cowpoke. He began vigorously to fuck her while his friend continued stroking his thick, hard cock between her lips.
It was not until the airplane came rolling along the landing strip to a stop near the lustful group that the bemused Arturo turned to look at it. He recognized the craft immediate-
ly and yelled at the charros in Spanish:
"Let her go, for God's sake! It is the owner of the ranch. He doesn't know about the special business that I run here!"
But the men fucking Lizbeth in her pussy and in her mouth didn't stop. In fact, the man sprawled between her thighs became so carried away with his lust that he switched his cum-coated prick from her sopped pussy to the tight little aperture of her ass, and he drove into her that way, causing her to give a muffled cry of pain against the cock that filled her mouth.
The brutal prick of the charro sank into her virgin asshole, twisting and pushing. The muscular ring of her anus clasped his slick, gliding prick, and the pain of the unnatural penetration caused her to clamp on the cock in her mouth while tears filled her anguished eyes.
The pressure of her clamping jaws and encircling lips made the other cowboy shoot, and once more Lizbeth's tonsils were sprayed with bursts of warm sperm, which she was forced to gulp down.
By that time the other man was pumping his prick in her hot ass. Her elastically snug anus rippled along his veined rod.
After the other man pulled his tool from her mouth, she was able to utter full-throated cries, which seemed to ease her torment. Her anus had accommodated itself to the thickness of the stroking cock, anyway, and the hurt had lessened. Excitement rose within her as the man's prick fucked in and out, in and out through the clasping aperture of her ass. The sensitive nerves of her asshole were thrilled by the hard column that pumped rapidly through her rubbery ring.
Amazingly Lizbeth came a second time as the cock of the charro burrowed deep into her rectum and twitched, spurting his warm cream into her bowels.
"Ooooooooooooh!" she moaned shiveringly, her asshole spasming around his rod.
Arturs faced the middle-aged man in business suit and dark glasses who walked hurriedly toward him, accompanied by two assistants with attache cases.
"It is no wonder that the profit from my cattle business has gone down. That is why I decided to drop in unannounced, just to see how you are running the place."
"But Sr. Valenzuela.. ." Arturo began, squirming before his boss's accusing gaze.
"Who is that woman?" Valenzuela demanded, cutting him off. "And who are those young girls? Turn them all loose!"
"Yes ... yes ..." Arturo said, and snapped orders to his men, "Do not take up the stakes!" Valenzuela told the ranch hands. "As soon as the woman is up, strip the jacket and shirt off your fine Sr. Reyes and tie him there, with his face against the ground. Do you have some WHIPS?"
"Si" one of the men replied.
"No!" Arturo cried. "Do not do that to me! Have mercy!"
"It seems that you showed no mercy to these unfortunate females," Valenzuela replied. Then he added to the man, "Do what I told you!"
Lizbeth had no sooner gotten to her feet before Reyes was thrown to the ground by his own men and tied.
"Come to the house," Valenzuela told Lizbeth in English. "I want to know how it happens that you are here and why you have been treated this way. I will do what I can to make things right."
"The girls and I just want to get back to the United States!" Lizbeth sobbed, trying to cover her nakedness with her arms.
"I will certainly see that the three of you are returned to your country as quickly as possible, and with some sort of compensation for the suffering which you obviously have endured."
Mary Ellen and Roberta, who had been freed from their bonds, followed along as Valenzuela assisted Lizbeth back to the House. The painful snap of leather against human flesh, and the anguished cries of Arturo, caused them to look over their shoulders as the lash descended against his bare back again and again, criss-crossing his skin with red gashes.
"Don't kill him," Lizbeth said.
"He will not be killed," Valenzuela replied. "But he will be severly beaten. Then I will turn him over to the State authorities to face charges for what he has done to you ,. .and to me, also. I will want to have all the details."
"Yes . .." Lizbeth murmured, grateful that the ordeal of herself and her young pupils was over at last.
It was with some difficulty that she walked back to the house after the vicious raping of her ass. Her full breasts bobbled behind her bra that did not adequately cover them. The glances of Valenzuela and his men reflected compassion rather than lust, and it was gratifying to Lizbeth to learn that there were decent people in Mexico, after all.
"That is enough'" Valenzuela finally yelled over his shoulder at the men who had been taking turns whipping Arturo. "But keep him tied here in the sun until I am ready to deal with him!"
As Lizbeth returned to the hacienda in Valenzuela's care, she knew that the nightmare of her Mexican sojourn had come to an end, at last. She forgot about her nudity and wrapped an arm around each of the young girls who walked beside her.
"Will you ever be able to forgive me for all this?" she asked them.
"Oh, it wasn't your fault, Miss Parsons!"
"You know," Roberta said with a strange little smile, "I don't think it was really too bad."
Lizbeth stared at her as they walked along, and she wondered if she would ever be able to feel that way about it herself. If so, she might return to Mexico someday. But for now, she only wanted to get home.