Chapter 11
"Tie him," Joaquin said, pointing to a post near the dining adobe. Paco and Carlos dragged John to the pillar, where Diego quickly wrapped a horse-hair lariat around his shoulders keeping him in an upright position.
"Dona Louisa," Joaquin bellowed, "come quickly." The fat woman, alarmed, waddled out of the kitchen.
"What is it, my son?" she. asked, concerned.
"Take little Enrique from the white woman and go to Maria's village. Wait with Maria there until we send word that it is safe. I do not want any harm befalling Jose's child or wife. This gringo lies too easily. He says he found our trail by accident; I think that bitch Carmencita has told him all."
"Mother of God," the fat Mexican woman cried, "all is lost."
"No, not yet. We will make the lying gringo speak the truth."
"I go at once, my son," Dona Louisa said, shoving past Jean Pepper and snatching the child out of Margaret's arms. The infant began wailing loudly as it was abruptly taken from its substitute mother. A moment later, the fat woman had disappeared into the dark shadows as she ran light-footedly down the canyon trail.
He snapped his fingers once. "Carlos, three bottles of tequila to quench our thirsts."
The boy was back in seconds carrying the liquor, Joaquin took one, pulled the cork out with his teeth, then spat the cork onto the sand at John's feet. "Now, amigo, we shall talk. One lie from your throat and your wife dies. A second lie and your daughter dies. A third lie and you die. So I would advise you to speak the truth." He grinned evilly as he took a drink from the bottle.
"I told you the truth."
"You lie!" Joaquin shouted through gritted teeth. He stepped up rapidly and slapped and back-handed John's face. The scientist's head snapped back and forth from the force of the two blows.
"Leave my father alone," Carolyn cried. She started toward him, but was grabbed by the lewdly smiling Diego.
Joaquin slowly turned and faced her. "Chiquita, had you not been such a good fuck last night, I would even now be cutting your throat for questioning my authority."
"Why you bastard," John yelled, his face red in anger. "If you so much as touched her, I'll see you in hell."
"Then assuredly, my American friend, you will be in hell many years before I arrive there because I am going to kill you now. Before you depart this land of the living, you should know that your wife has enjoyed the favors of all my men, and they truly wonder at the magnificence of her cunt. No trained whore in the fanciest of whorehouses could have done nearly so well with them. Yesterday, when she took my cock in her warm wonderful mouth, I swear I thought for a minute I was in paradise." He laughed obscenely and was joined by his men as John struggled like a madman against his bonds. "And when your daughter awakened me this morning with her lovely lips nibbling away at my cock, begging me to fuck her for the fourth time, I thought to myself, 'Surely that gringo is a lucky man to have two such women under his roof.' But it appears now you are not so lucky . . . for you are going to die unless you speak the truth quickly. Did you talk to a woman about .this place?" He moved forward before John could answer, grabbed his hair, and yanked his head back. "The truth!"
The three American women watched in a state bordering on terror at the confrontation. The two men stared at one another as if each could read the other's mind through the eyes. Neither looked away. John said, "It is the truth. When my men did not return from the airstrip yesterday, I had my choice of going after them or searching for you. It was not difficult to follow your trail once I discovered it. After all, how often does a party of four men and three women walk a path?" John put all of his conviction in his voice; these savages must not suspect the truth or the women and he would soon be dead. He had carefully thought out his phony story after he was captured, and now he decided it was time to play the fool, he began blustering; "I advise you to free us all, for surely the government troops will soon be reaching here."
"And what does that mean?" Joaquin asked ominously.
"That means before I left the camp, I wrote a note to my men telling them what direction I was going in ... and I left some signals along the way. Shortly, the two scientists and the two Mexicans I hired will come with the troops."
Joaquin stared at him for a moment, then began laughing. He was quickly joined by the others. They laughed uproariously, stopping only to guzzle the tequila, then doubled up again in merriment.
John managed to look puzzled. "What's so funny?"
The Mexican bandit leader, still chortling, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and answered, "Dead men do not read notes. The two gringos you counted on to help you will be rotting in the belly of a vulture by now. The men you hired have only one loyalty ... to me! They are my men. And their orders were to cut the throats of the gringos."
"No!" John gasped, hoping he wasn't over acting. He must continue to stall these savages. All he needed was about an hour, by then Paul and George, together with the force of fifteen soldier-policemen should be coming up the canyon . . . providing Carmencita had been as money hungry and as angry as he thought. He had given her one hundred dollars for the information about the camp's location, and written a note to Paul at the expedition headquarters requesting she be paid another $250.00 if she talked to the police and soldiers who had arrived this morning. The military had flown in after a suspicious Paul and George had disarmed the two Mexican laborers and radioed for immediate assistance after discovering John unconscious and the women missing.
Joaquin turned to his men. "Shall we keep the stupid American alive for a little while? Shall we show him the heat of his woman?"
There was a chorus of agreement.
Margaret, with a growing sense of dread, realized what was about to occur. Did she have any choice? Was there some way she could protect Carolyn? What happened to her own body now didn't matter. She felt she probably should be punished anyway; this whole miserable travesty was her fault.
Joaquin's demeanor changed rapidly. Now he was the good-natured host at a party. "Do not be selfish, share your tequila with the women.'' Setting an example, he offered his bottle to Carolyn, who shook her head. "Drink it," he snapped and his voice indicated he expected the order to be obeyed ... or else.
Carolyn tilted her head back and took a mouthful of the burning liquor. She choked as it went down. Margaret stared contemptuously at him as she drank. Her throat jerked several times as she sought to deaden her senses again.
The Mexican bandit leader seemed satisfied. He turned to John. "And now, gringo, you shall see how a beautiful American woman should be fucked. Like the common puta - a whore." Cruelly smirking, he looked over his shoulder at Margaret. "On your hands and knees, puta."
John struggled manfully against his bonds. He had not expected this to happen. It had never occurred to him that the kidnappers would do more than hold the women for ransom. His mind had been reeling ever since he realized that his wife and daughter had been used as love slaves by these brutal savages. "Don't, Margaret," he cried out in anguish. "Don't do it."
Joaquin grinned evilly and turned to Diego. "If the American woman is not on her hands and knees within ten seconds, cut the daughter's throat." He turned back to John. "What do you say now, amigo?"
"You inhuman bastard," John spat out.
Joaquin's smile evaporated. "That is the second time you have referred to me as a bastard. Do not say it again or your limp little cock shall be cut away before your throat." He continued staring at John and called out, "Is the woman in the position of a dog to be fucked?"
Diego answered, "She is."
"Then have the daughter remove the pena from her mother's cunt. Have her hold it up for the gringo to see." He did not turn to observe the spectacle, but spent the entire time watching an expression of bewilderment, disgust and anger work their way across the captured man's face. "You see," he taunted. "Your women wear the pena all day. At night they want a man, a real man . . . not an American eunuch without the balls of a man, unable to please or satisfy them." Something in John's expression made him laugh and he realized his remarks had hit a sensitive spot. "It is true, is it not? My men tell me the gringa's cunt was as tight as a young girl's. They say she was so hungry for the feel of a man's cock that she reached peaks of glory dozens of times and screamed her joy with lungs of a female whale. Do you not use her cunt very often? Is it that you prefer the assholes of young boys?"
"I swear by all that's holy, that I will kill you," John hissed.
Jaoquin merely smirked. "Threats from a dead man do not frighten me." He turned rapidly and saw Margaret on her hands and knees. Beside her, Carolyn stood white-faced, holding the rubber prick. Jean Pepper trembled in fright as she stared with big round concerned eyes first at Margaret, then John. He snapped his fingers once again. "Carlos fuck the puta in the asshole. Paco, stick your little brother into her cunt. Let us see the fire that burns within the gringa's body. It will be an education for the gringo. But first, you know, it has occurred to me that perhaps he really has no balls. Remove his trousers, puta," he snarled at Jean, "and move quickly when I speak."
Trembling, the little secretary went to John's side. "I'm sorry. Dr. Dunn," she said.
"It's all right, Jean. I'm sorry, too." He stiffened as her fingers released his belt and unfastened the waist snap of his tropical shorts. She pulled them down around his ankles before turning around for other instructions from Joaquin. "The rest of it. We cannot see if he has balls." Jean sighed, then quickly peeled John's jockey shorts down. As his testicles and penis came into sight, there was much whistling and ribald comment from the Mexicans. John's equipment was not insignificant, there had never been any complaints from the women before and he was fully as large as Diego, but still the men continued their insults. Paco walked up closely, peered and squinted as if he were having difficulty seeing something so tiny, then said, "Amigos, it is true. You cannot, of course, see them from your distance, but the hombre does have balls and a penis. They would do justice to a rabbit, perhaps, but not a man."
John bore the insult quietly, praying for strength and a chance - any chance - to avenge himself. He had never felt so completely helpless before in his life. He had no doubt that Margaret was about to be raped and sodomized, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, he could do to prevent it. What would happen to Carolyn and Jean was anyone's guess. He could not believe Joaquin's statement that Margaret had orgasmed dozens of times and had screamed in ecstasy. That, he was positive, was a lie. Still, though, now that he stared at her waiting on her hands and knees like a docile horse about to be mounted, he noted there was a difference in his wife. Although obviously feeling humiliation, she seemed changed - less imperious, less professional - more female! He attributed that to a temporary condition, her knowledge that she was completely at the mercy of these bestial savages and must cooperate to stay alive. Her heavy magnificent breasts swayed like ripe white melons as she shifted weight from one knee to the other. His glance flickered toward his daughter. Carolyn was staring at his nudity; she blushed and turned away as she realized he had seen her speculative look.
Joaquin had intercepted the look between daughter and father. His eyes narrowed, then his white eyes flashed and he grinned lewdly. Paco and Carlos were removing their clothes in anticipation of mounting Margaret. He put out a hand to stop them. "A moment, my brothers." They paused, he continued. "It would appear that the little puta is hungry. I, myself, have seen her starving look as she gazed upon her father's cock. So let us permit her to feast, and at the same time we shall see if that ant-sized penis is capable of becoming erect."
Margaret gasped as she realized what was being suggested. "No, you can't," she shouted, getting to her feet, her eyes blazing with an unholy fire. Her cry of protest was echoed by the wildly struggling father, whose exertions had caused the cruelly tight lariat to dig into the soft skin below his inner arms; a thin stream of blood and sweat ran down his rib cage.
Joaquin stared menacingly at Margaret. "I give the orders. You take them."
"Then kill me, you filthy beast. I'd rather be dead than have my daughter subjected to that."
"Very well," he said in a soft voice. "Diego. Cut her throat."
"NO!" Carolyn's high pitched scream cut the late afternoon air like the first unexpected blast of an air raid siren. "Don't touch her. I'll do it! I'll do it!"
"Darling, you can't." Margaret began sobbing. "Let them kill me ... Oh, God . . . Oh, God . . . what have we done to deserve this?" Her short-lived defiance abruptly left her and she slumped to her knees weeping. "Kill me," she gasped.
Joaquin jerked his head to Diego who had pulled out his knife, and the knife was returned to its sheath. "Chiquita," he said to Carolyn, "whether your mother lives or dies is up to you. On your knees in front of the gringo. You know what to do, you did it so well this morning to me."
It was Jean, summoning up all her courage, who stepped forward and said, "Please ... let me take her place. It is not right that a daughter and a..."
"Be quiet," Joaquin hissed.
"Don't do it, darling," John said. "It doesn't matter what happens to me."
"It does matter, father," Carolyn said, then knelt in front of him. She reached out with one trembling hand and cradled his testicles in her palm. John flinched as though he had been touched with an electric cattle prod. "Don't," he groaned.
Carolyn bent her head forward, opened her mouth, and placed her warm trembling lips around the head of her father's cock. "Oh . . . God . . . don't," he moaned, trying to twist away. His flaccid prick came out of her mouth; it was already glistening from the heat of her saliva. Carolyn looked in back of her. Margaret was weeping silently now, her hands covering her face is if the act of blocking out the sight would make it not happen. Joaquin's eyes narrowed in warning and Carolyn returned to her father.
This time she used her hands to cup his white buttocks, so that he could not twist away again. Then the warm oval of her mouth took possession of the cock again. She began a soft sucking, interspersed with a gentle nibbling. Her tongue swirled around the head and she licked the sensitive underside of the trunk. John was rapidly losing what little composure he had left. He fought the sensation, fought his body's response to it, then groaned loudly as his body began to surrender to this sweet delight. "Oh, God . . . I'm so sorry," he said to Carolyn as his prick began coming to life in her mouth. Once the erection began, there was no stopping it. Carolyn felt it elongating and swelling, and the knowledge of what was happening sent a sudden perverted thrill shooting up her spine. She was sucking her father's cock, and he found it pleasurable. Already she could feel it beginning to throb, to beat with a life of its own - even though it had not reached half of its girth or length. She began moving her head up and down on it, taking it into the back of her throat . . . sucking, nibbling, licking. John's groans had turned into low grunts and, for the first time, Carolyn felt his ass muscles relax. She began kneading his buttocks as her hot, wet lips moved up and down the shaft. It was fully erect now, an instrument to be proud of.
Jean, standing nearby, was mesmerized by this salacious spectacle. Never before had she seen anything so wickedly exciting. She fought the insane impulse to run forward and join this pagan ceremony. She realized that she was rubbing her own thighs together, grating against the pena, pushing it in and out with short little muscular jerkings of her stomach. Even as she watched, she saw John's complete surrender to the sensation the slavering girl was bringing to him, and his pelvis made one tentative little movement forward - one little jab into her warm soft mouth.
The movement-was witnessed by the Mexicans, all of whom had been growing more excited by the second. Joaquin said, thoughtfully, "Perhaps he is a man, after all. He has the equipment of a man." His eyes focused on the white full cheeks of the young gringa's ass moving in little circular movements as her head bobbed up and down, up and down on her father's cock. Next, we shall have a little fiesta, he thought. Diego had indicated his desire to fuck the young girl. He would let him use her asshole. They would do it at the same time the mother of the girl was being fucked by Carlos and Paco. And the gringo could watch; perhaps he would learn how to fuck a woman.
At the post, John had begun fighting again for he knew he could not stand this delicious licking, sucking much longer. "Stop," he groaned, but before Carolyn could react, there was the shouted command from Joaquin. "Continue!"
Carolyn sensed her father was about to cum. It felt as if his cock had increased ten degrees in temperature as it throbbed and twitched alarmingly in her mouth. Suddenly, she wanted him to cum, to fill her mouth with the heat of his sperm - the same seed from which she had sprung. She wanted him to have pleasure, and so increased her efforts. The kneeling girl sucked his cock like a hungry calf feeding from one big teat. Her fingernails dug painfully into his buttocks and her lips became a tighter ring, increasing the hot wet friction.
"Oh . . . God," he moaned, as his pelvis began an abandoned thrusting into her eager young mouth, and he began babbling, "Sorry ... so sorry . . . sorry." Suddenly, Carolyn's throat was filled with a hot thick liquid that erupted with volcanic fury from the head of his wildly throbbing prick. She continued sucking voraciously until the hard rod stopped twitching and began to soften. Then, feeling an animal excitement almost beyond her control, she sat back on her haunches and stared up at her father's white, shaken face.
John closed his eyes in shame as he looked down at the cum, his cum, shining lewdly on the lips and face of his daughter. "I'm so sorry," he repeated.
Joaquin swaggered over with his bottle of tequila. He held it out to Carolyn, who took a deep drink this time. When he took it back, he looked with disgust at the mouth of the bottle then disdainfully wiped where her sperm-covered lips had been. He passed the bottle to Jean who seemed almost in a sexual delirium from the effects of the pena and the lewd scene that had just been enacted in front of her. She drank too much from the bottle and felt the hot liquid spreading a warmth through her belly; the hotness expanded until it met the heated area of the pena.
What she had just watched - daughter sucking father to orgasm - had excited her to an insane fever pitch of desire. She had to use every bit of her self-control to keep from screaming, "Fuck me, someone." For all she knew, there may have been a moment there when John was cumming in his daughter's face that she might actually have bellowed out her plea for release.
When she returned the tequila bottle to Joaquin, she brushed her breasts against his muscular arm. He laughed and said simply, "Your turn will come, cow. Remain here. Do not move one step until I tell you to."
The Mexican leader was all business now. "Diego, check the gringo's bonds," he jerked his head toward John. "What he will now see will madden him." He waited until Diego cinched the lariat tighter, then grabbed Carolyn by the arm and lifted her to her feet. "Over there by your mother, little puta. I know your hot blood is boiling . . . and we shall cool it for you."
Margaret did not think she could ever lift her head again. When the men had grown breathlessly silent and the only sounds were that of John's grunts and Carolyn's sucking, Margaret had glanced up in spite of herself. She saw the look of agony and ecstasy on John's face and knew what he must be experiencing. He had cum at that moment, and the thought of what he was doing had brought one jolt of excitement rippling through her body - an excitement that was quickly suppressed and overwhelmed by an immediate sense of guilt and shame.
The boy, Carlos, almost shyly held out a bottle of tequila to her. She started to refuse, then took it and drank. She needed to be numb to get through these next hours. What they did to her didn't matter any longer; what mattered was that Carolyn would be on her hands and knees right beside her, and there was nothing she or John could do to keep the girl from being debased.
The Mexicans removed the last of their clothes. Joaquin stared down at the two kneeling American women and thought: Surely there has never been a matched pair like this before in the history of man. His long massive prick, already terrifyingly erect, seemed to grow even larger as he gazed at the helpless women. He took his cock in his hand, turned to John, and peeled the thick foreskin back. "You see, gringo. This is the shaft of a man, the measure of a man. Now you will see my magic act. I shall make it disappear into the cunt of your daughter."
"God damn you," John shouted. "Let me free and I'll kill you!"
Joaquin laughed loudly. "I think perhaps we should cut out the gringo's tongue, Diego. He makes too much noise. It will interfere with our fucking."
Margaret cried out, "John, please don't say anything else. Please! We know how you feel. You're only going to make things worse for you." She began weeping futilely, a slave prepared to take the vilest command from her brutal master.
Tears of frustration had welled up in John's eyes as he heard the pitiful plea from his wife. His shoulders slumped in defeat, all he could do now was pray that the rescue party arrived before this perverted act began. His wild, unhappy eyes looked around for help, but saw only a vacant eyed Jean, moaning low in her throat and rubbing her thighs together.
"Let it begin," Joaquin said, and with one quick yank, tore the leather thong from Carolyn's hips and withdrew the pena. She moaned as she felt the rubber prick pulled from her womb. It was as though there was a vacuum there now, a hole that must be filled.
The men were like drunken pirates in a fine ladies silk shop, laughing and shouting crude obscenities to each other as their hands crawled over the bodies of the two kneeling American women.
Paco had a cruel, unyielding glint sparkling lewdly in his eyes as he first looked over his shoulder to make sure the gringo was watching, then wiped the oozing head of his cock around Margaret's lips. Behind her, the gentle Carlos had caught the madness and said, "Open your thighs, puta." She obediently spread her knees out a few inches. She looked up once at John and saw the look of impotent anger and agony on his face. One tear of shame coursed down her soft cheek and fell to the white sand.
Paco growled, "You can do better than that. Open wider. We all want to see that wondrous cunt of yours. I could not see much by candle-light last night." Margaret spread her thighs wider, but Carlos, losing patience, grabbed her knees and forced them sharply apart, bringing a whimper of protest from the woman as her defenseless vagina was exposed to the men's leering eyes.
"Is that not the most beautiful sight your eyes have ever beheld?" Paco said, still taunting John. He reached down and dug a finger into the soft raw flesh of the thin, softly bearded slit.
Margaret moaned in abject humiliation. Oh, God, this is going to be far worse than last night, she thought. At least then I was partially drunk and, if I'm honest with myself, I partially wanted them inside me. But not now! Not here with Carolyn and John seeing everything.
Carlos had gotten down on his hands and knees behind Margaret. Now he dipped his head and peered up between her outspread legs as though he were inspecting the belly of a horse. "Truly it is a special cunt. I shall enjoy fucking that. Behold the soft little pink opening, like delicate fruit to be plucked from a tree." He reached up a thumb and forefinger and tweaked the softly trembling little lips. Margaret jumped and moaned.
Paco danced around. "Tell us, Carlos, how is the asshole?"
The answer came back, "Small." The boy stuck his finger in his mouth, wetting it, then pressed it against the little brown puckered ring. The woman groaned in pain as the finger disappeared into the tight elastic opening. He made a grimace of mock fright, "Aiieee. It is devouring my finger." Margaret's tears began flowing more rapidly now as the men laughed crudely at her discomfort.
Carolyn watched this cruel humiliation of her proud mother with mixed emotions. It was exciting her, and she felt guilty about her stimulation. Combined with this emotion was an equally strong feeling of pity because she knew how deeply ashamed her mother was. She could see her kneeling there, piteous streams of tears rolling down her cheeks and dropping to the sand, forced to accept the crude caresses and obscenities of the two Mexican bandits.
While she was watching, she became aware that the levity was rapidly evaporating as the men became more aroused. Paco had knelt behind Margaret and now he suddenly bent forward, used his thumbs and palms to peel apart the cheeks of Margaret's buttocks, and deposited a mouthful of spit just above her anus. Then, with a cruel implacable look of lust on his swarthy face, he began pressing his middle finger into the rubbery opening of her rectum. Margaret cringed, bearing the indignity in silence, even after he began worming his finger in and out. A moment later a second finger joined the first, and a grimace of pain crossed her face. Now, as the fingers worked back and forth in the asshole they could all hear the obscene sucking sounds and Paco's excited breathing.
Carolyn could feel her cuntal juices - activated by the day's wearing of the pena and excited further by the lewd spectacle being enacted only inches in front of her eyes - flowing down her naked inner thighs. She felt Joaquin's hands on her own buttocks and, without thinking about it or taking her eyes off her mother, obediently raised her haunches like a bitch dog in heat. And then she felt the long, hot throbbing hardness of Joaquin's cock scraping and rubbing against the dampened feverish lips of her pussy. The pena had made her ready for him, she needed no further build up, and so reached back under her body, grasping his massive rigidity and pulled it forward until she felt the hot pulsating head pushing between the sensitive moistened ridges of tender flesh on either side of her cunt. He pressed forward slowly and with one long ecstatic stroke slid it all the way up into her heaving belly.
"Aaaaagghhhh," she moaned, and not even John could mistake that cry for anything except animal exaltation. Carolyn continued to moan in delight as she felt the head batter softly up against her cervix, buried as far into her steaming pussy as it could go.
Margaret, who until that moment had been hopeful that maybe something would happen to protect her daughter, Carolyn, heard the cry and moan and knew that it was already too late. She glanced toward the girl and saw her with mouth dropped loosely open as she squirmed back against Joaquin dog fashion while he rotated his mammoth prick deep inside her.
Carolyn wanted to cry from the beautiful sensations he was bringing her. His huge, god-like cock head scraped riotously and deliciously against the seeping super-heated walls of her hungry womb, and she realized he was in even deeper than he had been last night. She wanted to close her eyes in rapture, but to do so would have deprived her of the exciting sight of her mother being fucked from behind by the one named Paco. She had heard Joaquin declare that they both would be fucked in the asshole, and yet she had refused to believe that such a depraved act could physically take place. The disbelief of the impossibility of the act disappeared abruptly as she saw Paco remove his fingers from her subserviently kneeling mother's anus and then announce, "She's ready to fuck." The obscene thought of the unnatural depraved ravishment about to take place right in front of her eyes caused her to groan in new excitement, and she ground her own buttocks tighter back against Joaquin's undulating pelvis as he continued to fuck her with long smooth strokes.
Paco's throbbing prick, long and sinewy, stood out in front of him with thin blue lines of veins pulsating around it. Carolyn's eyes widened in horrified wonder as she saw the immensity of it and the smallness of her mother's anal opening. She couldn't take that barbarous instrument in that tiny orifice. My God, he would kill her, she would be split in half!
The Mexican bandit got down on his knees and cakewalked until his belly was pressing in against Margaret's full white buttocks. He used thumbs again to separate her buttocks.
It was then, as she felt the cool rush of air between her thighs, that Margaret lost the balance of her composure and began whimpering. "Oh, no. Please don't. I can't let you. Not that way!"
John struggled silently against his bonds, his face purple in anger and frustration, as he saw Margaret attempt to get to her feet.
"Hold her, god-damnit, Carlos. Hold her." Paco yelled, pushing his hand down hard into the small of her back. Margaret continued to struggle impotently against the strength of the two bandits, then sobbing in defeat, finally submitted to their vile bestial demands with her body trembling like a frightened, beaten animal.
Carolyn watched as Paco ran his hands greedily over the long, firm muscles of her mother's shaking calves and up the inside of her thighs to the heated interior of her legs. The moist cleft between them was as shadowy and inviting as a cave on a summer's day.
John shuddered as he saw the Mexican run the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of his wife's buttocks. It was as though he were making an indentation in soft bread dough. A moment later, Paco pulled the rich full mounds apart so that the tiny puckered little anus was visible to everyone. Margaret groaned and tried to flex them shut again, but the bandit dug his fingers hard into the soft pliable flesh. John saw her relax once more as she gave up the fight completely and let the Mexican do as he willed. His eyes turned painfully toward his daughter on her hands and knees before the leader. The expression on her face as she was being fucked dog fashion was frightening in its total wantoness as she screwed her buttocks hungrily, greedily, back against the impaling shaft of hardened gristle. The scientist could feel the blood streaming down both rib cages now, as his violent struggles had caused the lariat to reopen his earlier wounds. There was nothing he could do! Only the thought of ultimate revenge kept him from wishing he were dead or from shouting insults which would result in his death. These animals had debased not only his daughter but his wife as well. He would make them pay even if it took the rest of his life. He would hunt them down and kill them in the most painful, agonizing way possible.
Carolyn was so engrossed in the lewd spectacle presented by her mother that she barely felt Joaquin's massive cock thrusting in and out of her like some powerful white drill boring inexorably into the warm fertile depths. There, so close she could reach out and touch them, Paco and her mother were meeting as man and woman, master and slave.
The young girl saw him open Margaret's buttocks wide with his thumbs and lean forward to place another large drop of spittle to lubricate his entry. Then he reared up slightly and the great long length of his aching prick throbbed in the warm crevice of her ass, its monstrous pulsating head resting against the small rubbery opening wet from his spit. Putting his hands on her hips, cruelly digging in with his fingernails in order to hold her painfully captive, he positioned the iron hard cock and then began pressing forward.
Carolyn stopped all of her own movements and held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity until she saw the inflexible fleshy shaft slowly slip through the tight little anal ring. She watched, unbelieving, as the tiny little anus devoured the head, then slipped halfway down the white, blue-veined length of the prick. Margaret cried out once in pain and struggled against Carlos and Paco's unrelenting grips, fighting in an effort to escape the brutal impalement. Her movements only worsened her situation. With each wild lunge toward freedom her body made, Paco's cock skewered deeper and deeper into her tightly resisting little asshole.
"Ohhhh . . . aaaaaaaggggh!" Margaret cried out as the last of her strength faded, and Paco's turgid heated shaft slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum. His hairy scrotum, taut with desire, rubbed against her vaginal lips.
Margaret had never felt anything so painful before in her life, but the pain faded into insignificance when compared to the shame and humiliation she felt at this cruel debasement. She could not resist any longer, to fight them only caused new and even more painful and shameful things to be inflicted on her.
Paco's eyes rolled in bliss. "Ooooh, what a tight, hairless little asshole," he announced to all. "Tight and very warm." He ground his teeth together and took several long strokes into her, bringing a low cry of pain and humiliation with each thrust.
Carlos could stand the sight no longer. "Turn the puta over, my cock is getting impatient." Paco obediently locked his hands tightly around Margaret's hips and rolled to the side, pulling her backwards on top of him. His monstrous, pulsating penis was still imbedded deep inside her wide stretched anus as she lay full length on her back tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs were splayed obscenely on the outside of his legs, and when she tried to close them, he merely raised his knees which acted as barriers.
The Mexican boy lost no time in grasping his own long hard shaft and guiding it toward the defenseless wide-open entrance to her cuntal cavern. He thrust forward impatiently and the cock without hesitation slithered deep inside her belly, joining Paco's prick already buried deep up in her rectum.
"Oh . . . God," Margaret groaned piteously, and then lay there skewered between them right before her helplessly bound husband's eyes, moaning and sobbing from pain and humiliation - a lush soft body sandwiched between two dark muscular strangers. Only the thin membrane between her cunt and anus separated the two alien, hard cocks fucking up between her wide spread thighs.
Carolyn, her eyes burning with a strange fever, tried to squirm in even closer, and was unknowingly assisted by Joaquin who started ramming her young body with long powerful strokes that went deep into the farther-most regions of her cunt, thrusts that jolted her forward through the sand.
The two Mexican bandits took only a second to establish a natural rhythm, buffeting her mother's helpless form between them like the clapper of a bell moving from one side to the other. She moaned continuously, a low whine which gradually built up in volume as they rammed into her cunt and rectum with ever increasing force.
Carolyn watched them, never taking her eyes away, as the two thick cudgels slammed into Margaret's defenseless cunt and grotesquely stretched rectal mouth like twin pistons of doom. She saw the shining long cocks - wet their full length from her mother's copious vaginal outpourings - disappear into the ass and vagina, only to reappear again less than a second later. She could see the flanged flamingo pink edges of the cunt leap up, like a sun storm and cling to Carlos's cock on the outstroke, saw it pushed back and disappear again as the young Mexican boy rammed it home again . . . saw the little brown puckered opening of the stretched asshole rise on the outstroke and then move in and indent on the inward thrust.
John was almost blinded by the perspiration that ran over his eyebrows and into the pupils. He sensed something happening with Carolyn and then heard her cry of dismay, "Oh, no ... not yet, Joaquin. Wait for me." He watched as his young daughter began rotating her hips madly, and as the Mexican leader made one powerful thrust inside the depths of her cunt, before straightening up with his eyes rolled up in his head. "Aaaaieeee," Joaquin shouted, and it was the cry of a dying Indian. "No, not yet," Carolyn yelled again, but the words were no sooner out of her mouth than the Mexican withdrew his massive prick. The torrents of cum gushed down her leg. Beside him, John heard Jean moan loudly. He took one look at the passion distorted face, at the heaving belly, and knew that her stomach muscles working incessantly on the pena imbedded inside her had finally made her cum.
All of that was unimportant. What mattered was Margaret, for he could hear the low whining moan of protest gradually changing. He wasn't sure at first, hoping and praying that he was mistaken, but it soon became apparent to everyone that the woman was beginning to mewl in passionate pleading.
His cruelly sandwiched wife's final defenses had crumpled. Her body was taking command again from her mind. She was feeling a masochistic joy that left no room for doubt. The helplessness of her position, the thought of being fucked half to death in front of daughter and husband, of being fucked by two strange men at the same time ... all of these contributed to the overriding emotion, to the undeniable fact that she was beginning to enjoy this. She looked up through her disheveled hair at her husband, mutely pleading for his understanding, then simply let her body take over. Her hips began to move backwards to meet each of Paco's wonderful thrusts ramming into her rectum, then forward to devour the entire length of Carlos's long sinewy prick into the suddenly boiling cauldron of her womb. Her whole body quivered and shook in undisguised rapture, and her white full buttocks rotated in wild wanton circles. "Ah . . . ahhhh, oooooh," she crooned like a soft-voiced cheerleader urging them on in time to their buffeting blows against her pussy and asshole.
Carolyn was beside herself in frustrated unhappiness. She had been left up in the air by Joaquin, and there was no doubt in her mind that he had done it on purpose, deriving some sadistic joy at leaving her unsatisfied. She started to rise when she felt the sting of a rope against her bare buttocks. "I did not give you permission to get to your feet," Joaquin snapped, then jerked his head at the hot-eyed, heavily breathing Diego. "Fuck her," he said, then added, "In the asshole!"
Diego needed no further urging. He almost ran forward in his slobbering impatience to have her. He rubbed the throbbing, blood-filled head of his prick against her seeping cuntal lips to lubricate it, then placed it against the girl's tight, helplessly cringing little anal opening and thrust forward in one mighty lunge of sheer, implacable lust.
"Aaaaggggh . . . OHHHHH." Carolyn shrieked. She hadn't known it was going to be as painful as this; it was like a burning axe handle being pounded up her rectum. She wasn't given time to think, for Diego began fucking into her asshole with all the fury of a dog gone mad.
John closed his eyes to the sight, but he was not able to shut out the sound of his wife's voice urging Carlos and Paco on. All three of their delirious groans were taking on a greater urgency and their bodies were moving now in a tarantella of sexual abandonment. In spite of his frustration and reluctance to see his wife and daughter further debased, he found himself staring in rapt fascination at the sight. It was with a feeling of shame and humiliation that he realized he was getting another erection, and he could see Joaquin staring in savage amusement at him.
Margaret suddenly screamed, "Oh, God . . . more . . . more. I'm almost there. Aaaaggh? Aaaahhhhh? Aiiiieeeeee ... I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUM-MEEEE-NNNNGG!"
John's mind was reeling from the impact of what he was seeing and hearing. The woman he had for years thought was totally frigid had taken on two men and now was screaming out an orgasm that seemed to go on and on, never to stop. The two Mexicans as if by some secret signal, both imbedded their throbbing pricks far, far into her womb and rectum and began spurting their hot sperm deep up into her rippling belly.
This salacious sight further infuriated the sex-maddened Diego, and he began pounding with even more savagery into the teenage Carolyn's asshole. He had reached around at the same time and begun alternately fingering her large erectly throbbing little clitoris as though he were trying to squeeze a grape from its skin. The combination of the two sensations were driving her out of her mind, and she could feel all of her muscles, and nerves girding themselves for the orgasm which was only a glittering moment away.
It could have been pity for the horribly aroused man or sympathy for the woman who'd had to bring relief to herself, but Joaquin abruptly said to Jean, "Remove your pena, and let the gringo fuck you dog fashion."
Any protest John might have wanted to make died on his lips with a groan when Jean impatiently took his aching cock and stroked it a couple of times sending a new fever of need throughout his loins. Then she backed into him, lifting her buttocks up high back against him in order to get the cock inside her. Feeling the throbbing head pushing against her hot, moist, love-starved cuntal lips, she used her fingers to guide it into the fold, wiggled experimentally until she was sure it was pointed properly, then jerked her hips backward skewering herself all the way up to his testicles with a loud moan.
Carolyn started screaming, "I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming." John began stroking into Jean's all too willing pussy.
The young girl's wildly thrashing figure threw the powerful Diego off balance and then, with a silly stupid grin of delight on his face, he toppled sideways, his cock coming out of her asshole with a loud "plop" just as it started ejaculating. He lay flat on his back with the white cum spurting high in the air like a whale blowing water. Even before his wild spewing had diminished, there was the shrill high cry of exaltation as Margaret-for the first time-felt the true majesty of Joaquin's mammoth prick slide into the depths of her again voraciously starving cunt. She put her arm around his waist and raised her hips to meet his thrust, while beside her - within touching distance - her daughter took Carlos's cock in her mouth in order to resurrect him.
John came, was sucked back to life again by Jean, and fucked her again; while on the ground before them, his wife and daughter had orgasm after orgasm as the Mexican bandits fucked them every way possible.
It was almost completely dark when the first shot came from about twenty yards away. There was a shout, and the sudden scurrying of nude bandits fading into the darkness like shadows.
It took John almost a half a minute to realize that they had been rescued.
When he looked up, only his wife and Carolyn were there - staring at him as Jean shamefacedly pulled her lips away from his impaling erect cock where she had began sucking him moments before. It was Paul Ford who untied him and George Henry who stood on guard as the women gathered their clothes. Two hours later, with the military and police scouring the area for the missing Mexicans, the expedition party reached the Land Rover and began the long trek back to their camp. They were silent. After the first exchange of information, no one had felt like talking. Someday they would talk, but not now; and the truly important things might never be said or mentioned.
In the back seat, Margaret reached out for her daughter's hand and, a moment later, felt the scalding tears spring up in her eyes as her husband reached for hers.
They sat that way all the way back to the expedition headquarters, knowing that without a doubt, things would be better for them now. They had learned a lesson back in that bandit's camp, and never again would she turn her husband away from his rightful place in her bed . . .