Chapter 9

After Margaret and the two men had left the dining room, Carolyn stood obediently by the door waiting for further orders. Joaquin ate slowly, his eyes focused on the beans in the bowl in front of him. The girl watched him closely, taking in the sharp hawk-like features by flickering candlelight. His high cheek bones revealed all too well the amount of Indian blood in him, but somewhere along the line in the centuries before there had been a Spanish nobleman who had planted his seed on the shores of this distant country, and it had been a hardy seed. Looking at him now, it was difficult to believe that he would kill without compunction, that he could be brutal and unfeeling; but Carolyn knew this peaceful, gentle portrait was an illusion - a dangerous one. Soon her mind drifted back again to the earlier scene on the boat when he had forced her mother to take his mammoth penis in her mouth. It was so huge! In some respects, it had looked god-like, beautiful in a frightening way ... so strong, so massive, so invincible! She stirred restlessly, wondering what was happening now to Jean and her mother. They were both going to be raped, she knew that, but she also knew that the rape itself would not hurt after wearing the penas.

The pena! Just the thought of that barbarous instrument of torment was enough to make her shiver. She had seen its effects on Jean Pepper, the poor girl had been about to scream until Carlos had taken her away to be fucked. The effects on Margaret had been more subtle, but Carolyn, knowing her mother, knew the woman had been fighting with all her formidable willpower not to show a reaction.

When she looked up, Joaquin was staring at her. She felt a jolt of sudden fright shoot through her.

"Come here," he said gently.

Her knees weak, the girl walked to the table.

"Closer." He pointed to a spot right next to his chair.

She moved to the designated place, then stood trembling as his hand moved wonderingly up her leg to her thigh.

"So beautiful," he said, "I would not have believed such beauty existed."

Carolyn flinched and tried to draw away when his hand moved over the gentle swell of her buttocks. "Stand quietly," he ordered, his voice still gentle. The girl was forced to submit to his caresses. Fright was her main emotion now. Abruptly, his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her down into his lap. She could feel his mammoth throbbing prick beneath his trousers. He was getting an erection! Her fright really began building. He had promised her mother that no one would molest her, but his hands moving familiarly over her body seemed to signify his promise was worthless.

Without warning, he bent his head and placed his hot wet mouth on her breast and began sucking. "Oh, no. Don't," she said, trying to struggle. His arms merely tightened around her waist, and he sank his teeth into the nipple. She could feel his mustache tickling the sensitive mound of flesh. "Aaaagh . . . please! You promised."

The remark worked. Joaquin took his mouth away from her breast and grinned at her, his white teeth flashing beneath his long mustache.

"What did you say, chiquita?"

"You promised my mother that none of your men would molest me."

He threw back his head and laughed in delight. "And I am a man of my word. None of my men shall touch you. But I said nothing about myself. I intend to touch you . . . touch you with my friend here." He glanced down and Carolyn felt his penis flex beneath her buttocks.

She began struggling again, but her strength was no match for his. He merely picked her up bodily and began carrying her to the door. She opened her mouth to yell for help when he said, with ominous quietness, "If you scream, I shall cut out your tongue and let you drown in your own blood while I fuck you." He meant it, she could tell he was coldly, mercilessly, sincere. She put one badly trembling hand to her mouth, then closed her eyes in despair as she was carried from the dining room, outside and toward his adobe.

As they passed Diego's domicile, he paused, grinned lewdly, and said, "Listen to your mother, chiquita, as she sings her song of a real woman's passion to Paco and Diego."

Carolyn couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew positively that her mother was frigid, yet there was no mistaking that wanton voice that screamed and pled, "Fuck harder . . . oh, yes . . . fuck me . . . bite my tits . . . oh, God ... fuck me 'til I die ..."

Joaquin looked thoughtful. He said quietly, "I knew that she was a woman of hot blood, but I did not realize she was so much of one. She makes the plump little gringa who likes to fuck so well look almost cold by comparison. My men will be worthless all day tomorrow after she finishes with them tonight. One would think she had not been fucked in years, and yet she is married. Have your gringos no cocks to take care of a woman like her?"

Carolyn was in a state of mild shock. Nothing could have prepared her for this. She could scream for help until her tonsils fell out, yet she doubted her mother would hear. And suddenly, she realized she was completely alone, completely at the mercy of this man - this Mexican criminal - who was going to violate her body. With Charlie Webb and Paul Ford, it was she who planned to pick the time and the place. With them, even if it had not been love, it had been a heart-felt fondness at least. But with this stranger, the only emotion she felt was fear . . . and that was a poor substitute for love.

Joaquin had reached the low opening to his adobe when Carolyn felt him stiffen in alarm. He dropped her just as a screaming whirling black figure leapt at them; all Carolyn saw was the glint of steel and the legs of a woman, and then Carmencita was screeching, "I shall kill the gringa! You are my man." Joaquin struggled with her, and the knife dropped to the sand. He drew back his open hand and viciously slapped the Mexican girl's face. She staggered and fell down sobbing against the adobe wall.

Joaquin, breathing rapidly from his exertions with her, growled, "I am the man of no one woman. You know that."

"You are my man," she sobbed. "The gringa is not enough woman for you."

"She is enough for tonight and tomorrow and for as long as I desire her."

Carmencita swallowed her hiccupping sobs, then slowly stood, wiping her eyes. Her face slowly changed and twisted in a mask of hate. She spat contemptuously on the ground at Joaquin's feet. "You will be sorry," she said. "I will make you pay." Before the man could answer, she had slipped into the darkness.

Joaquin entered his adobe and a second later Carolyn saw a candle come to life. "Come in," he ordered.

Slowly the last vestiges of hope flickered away in her mind. She had thought her mother might be attracted by Carmencita's outraged screams of hatred, but now she knew she hadn't heard a single thing . . . she'd been too busy screaming out herself and it was a shrill cry of sexual exaltation, "I'm cumm-mmiiiing! I'm cumming! Fuck ... harder!"

Subserviently, Carolyn bent her head and walked into Joaquin's adobe. In that small space of time he had already removed his clothes and he stood, feet wide apart and hands on hips, gazing at her. In the half-light he was a beautiful man, and his fully erect, throbbing, massive penis cast a shadow on the wall - it was a shadow that looked exactly like the mighty scepter of a king.

Carolyn started trembling again as his hands began caressing her body and his hot kisses rained across her shoulders and breasts. Her quivers became almost continual shuddering as his fingers began sawing across the fevered pink and rose lips of her cunt. Unwanted and terrifying little spasms of desires were beginning to twitch in the deeper part of her pussy, and it was with a sense of shame that she knew the lubricant of love was commencing to ooze from her vaginal walls . . . just as it had with Charlie and Paul.

Joaquin began pushing her backwards, and she moved slowly until she felt the mattress behind her knees. Then he pushed her gently back until she sat, continued to press her shoulders until she was flat on her back. A moment later he lifted her feet onto the bed, then sat down beside her.

His eyes devoured her lovely white body. She was like something out of a dream, he thought. She lay there with her eyes closed. That wide, generous mouth with its full lips . . . the graceful neck, the wide shoulders . . . the beautiful rising peaks of her breasts looking startlingly white compared to the brown of her tan, the taut little belly with its dimpled navel, and the glorious nest of golden pubic hair . . . her thighs, trembling now.

Reverently, he put his hands between her thighs and spread them apart. A soft exclamation came from his throat as he saw the soft fleshy layers of her cuntal lips. They glistened as though there were a hundred tiny little lights burning deep inside them. As the candle wavered, the lips seemed to be puckering, moving. Again he brushed his fingertips over them and felt the girl respond with a moan. She was already damp there - ready to fuck now ... if he desired. He used his hands like soft puffs of wind against her inner thighs, always returning to the moist, hot layers of flesh between her legs. Her breath deepened, increased in tempo, until she was almost panting.

Carolyn could feel her fear being replaced by a hot physical need. One by one, her defenses against him were falling. She felt as though she were about to be born - as though she must break through a shell now or die. His huge, throbbing penis was the instrument for breaking that shell, for giving her birth. She was poised on the threshold of womanhood; only he could give her the gift of life.

As his fingers expertly worked at her seeping pussy lips and clitoris, she found herself wanting to repay the favor. Twice she started to reach for his cock and each time she forced her hand to withdraw. She lay there, slowly surrendering to the intense beautiful sensations as he built her up to an insatiable peak of tormented desire. Soon, her quivering thighs were wide open in silent invitation. Her breath came in hoarse rasping pants, and her belly and cunt muscles moved beneath her taut skin like a savage rip tide.

Joaquin bent down over her helpless young body and gently bit the erect brown nipple of her straining left breast. A bird-like cry came from her throat - the shrill trilling of a creature meeting a new dawn. She cried out again, lasciviously this time, as his hot hungry lips began devouring the lush palpitating mound of pure white flesh. Mewls of pleasure gurgled from her throat as he moved from left breast to right, and her pelvis began a slow rotating movement as though it were some underwater creature seeking to capture food.

The movement did not escape Joaquin's notice. He grinned knowingly, then said, "I knew you were a woman. Feel how your cunt cries out for my cock. And it shall have what it wants. Before this night is over, you will be screaming to be fucked - fucked until you can no longer stand erect."

Carolyn lay there, not really listening to his words, but feeling a vast impatience that he was talking instead of relieving her. Somehow or another, the gist of his lewd conversation sank into her consciousness and excited her even further. Still, though, she fought one last battle within herself against her own willingness to be subjugated by this criminal who had no conscience, scruples or morals.

Then it was too late. Joaquin levered himself up over her helpless body and used his knees to force her thighs even further apart. He dropped one hand down between their bodies and took his hard, throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward. Carolyn's eyes flickered shut, then just as rapidly flickered open again with a shudder as she felt the thick rubbery head begin to part the full, fleshy lips of her fevered vagina. The first contact between his prick and the sensitive edges of her moist pussy was akin to a small, but powerful electrical shock which brought her back to immediate reality and awareness of what was about to happen. This was no boy like Charlie Webb. This was a man! And he would hurt her.

"No," she cried, reaching up suddenly against his chest and pushing frantically against his weight. "No . . . you can't!"

Joaquin's sadistic laughter was the only answer to her abject plea. "It is too late, little puta. Too late." Carolyn gasped in fear as she felt the first hard pressure against the tight little virginal opening.

The pressure continued . . . built up intolerably.

"Aaaaagggh," she cried loudly, flailing her head from side to side as though that would relieve the pain. She felt as if her thighs were being ripped apart, a burning roman candle was being shoved into her vagina. "You're hurting me-eee! In reply Joaquin shoved his hips forward in one vicious jerk. Carolyn screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the tight elastic opening to her femaledom caving in to the inexorable pressure.

"Oh, God! No ... you're killing me. Stop . . . stop. AIIIEE!" The last was a shrill cry of agony as the mammoth head of the cock insinuated itself fully inside the stretched-beyond-capacity cuntal lips. Joaquin made his prick jerk a couple of times and was rewarded with a pleading moan.

Carolyn looked up at his swarthy smirking face and cringed in fear as she suddenly realized that less than an inch of his monstrous fleshy staff was buried inside her. He would kill her. He would split her apart. She saw his expression changing. It was as though the savage Indian and the noble Spanish blood within fought for control of his mind and body. The Mexican won! There would be no mercy from this savage. Now his brown-skinned face grinned lewdly down at her as though he relished her expression of pain.

Abruptly, the grin on his face was replaced by an implacable mask of feral lust, fearful in its intensity. He was no longer willing to play the white man's game with her, his impatient prick was commanding him to fuck and fuck right now! The sight of this lush, tender young white girl spread-eagled helplessly beneath him was something that must be conquered.

With a hoarse cry he fell forward, and his weight crushed the melon-like ripe tits against her own chest. His hips shot forward at the same moment and his long, hard, rigid shaft of muscle, blood and flesh roared into the tight virginal confines of her cunt like a powerful, diamond-headed, case-hardened drill boring into the earth. The soft warm flesh of her vaginal walls held firm against the penetration for less than a second and then gave way before the brutal invasion. The thin, slight remains of her hymen resisted, bent elastically inward, then was shredded - torn like a piece of paper being touched with a hot poker.

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH" the gurgling scream of pain was a cry of pure unadulterated agony, as Carolyn felt virginal flesh and membrane ripping away. His mighty cock continued to plunge down into her pussy with all the force of a dive bomber, and the outward rippling waves of pain were unbelievable in their intensity. And still he bored in ever deeper until finally, with a loud groan of animal delight his heavy sperm filled balls slapped against the upturned white cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.

"Aaaaggggghh . . . You're . . . you're killing . . . meeeee-eeee!" she shrieked, her words almost incomprehensible - coming as they did from between bloodless lips drawn tight with pain. Great shining tears cascaded down both sides of her face.

A grimace of pain crossed Joaquin's face as he felt her vaginal walls clasping his prick like a steel fist inside a velvet glove. "The little puta has a tight cunt," he said. "And your mother spoke the truth; I am your first man. Well, you shall not be disappointed. That I promise you, chiquita." He flexed his ass muscles and made his prick jump in the tight nested confines of her cringing pussy.

"Aaaggh, don't move," she pled. Never before had she felt such intolerable pressure and pain. It was as though someone had hammered a railroad tie deep into the soft sensitive flesh of her innermost femaledom - not only shoved in the tie, but had-taken a high pressure water hose and filled the reservoir of her uterine cavity. She was positive she had been ripped from anus to navel, the flesh having been torn apart as easily as the fragile wishbone on an over-cooked chicken.

Every mighty muscular ridge of that fleshy shaft could be felt pressing against her tortured vaginal walls, and the mammoth mushroom head throbbed like a monstrous metronome keeping time, beating in the echo chambers of her womb. He had taken her virginity by force - a virginity she had been willing to give away to two different men through an act of love. His animal-like behavior made her realize that her tears of shame and humiliation and pain were bringing added pleasure to him, but she was incapable of controlling them.

Carolyn was right in thinking that Joaquin enjoyed seeing her tears, but - unlike her - he knew that within minutes those tears of supplication would be replaced by a contorted expression of raw lust - an expression that cried out to be fucked. It wouldn't take long to turn this young, inexperienced cunt into a craven, begging puta afflicted with helpless desire. She would be just as hot, as wanton, as her mother; the same blood flowed in their veins. This little gringa had a hot streak of wantonness in her, that had been all too evident as she had wide-eyedly watched her mother sucking his cock to the cumming back in the boat.

Joaquin lay still for a moment, feeling her deeper inner muscles expanding and contracting like a bowel trying to pass something, trying to expel this monstrous invading shaft. Grinning, he suddenly flexed his cock; the movement caused the huge Cyclopean head to burrow in even deeper into the tight warm confines of her cunt.

"Ohhh ... no ... please don't move it," she groaned.

"What did the little puta say to my brother?" he asked, deliberately tormenting her by making his prick jump once more.

"Aaaggh," she moaned, and Joaquin felt her vagina tighten as her stomach muscles contracted once more in pain.

Carolyn's mind was churning in confusion and uncertainty. She knew that it was supposed to hurt the first time, but no one had ever prepared her for this kind of pain. She wondered if it was because of the size of his prick, and yet she had taken it all. It hurt all right, but her earlier thoughts of being ripped and irreparably injured by the mammoth cock had obviously been false and unfounded. She even felt a certain pride that she had accommodated him. Gradually she began to relax beneath him; the next time he flexed his hardness in her it felt almost pleasurable.

Above her, Joaquin sensed the girl's acceptance of the inevitable, and that was all the signal he needed to begin fucking seriously. He began a surprisingly gentle rocking motion back and forth between her thighs. His huge, fleshy instrument came partially out, then moved slowly back in again. It hurt, but not so much as before. The intolerable pressure was still there, it still felt as if she were being stretched far beyond the point of any human endurance, but the earlier agony had faded.

Joaquin felt the tight narrow-passage widening slightly with each smooth stroke he made into her cunt. Tentatively, the girl's body began to react in small ways beneath him. It started with an almost imperceptible twitch on both sides of her pussy lips, then something wonderful was happening to her cervical and uterine walls as she alternatively tightened and loosened her stomach muscles. Then a warm, slippery-like lubricant gushed out of her smooth vaginal membranes, and his prick began riding smoothly in and out of her suddenly willing and eager cunt.

Within a minute, Carolyn's entire body was twitching and writhing beneath him. She started a continuous mewling into the coffee and tequila scented moistness of his mouth, and then shoved her tongue with a fiery wantonness deep into his throat. Low moans of lewdly servile acceptance came from her passion-constricted throat. Her face was disfigured by an implacable animal-lust equal to his own, and her nostrils flared as she raised her knees to clamp his pumping buttocks between them.

"Ah, chiquita, I knew your fires would burn brightly once they were kindled by my cock," Joaquin said, staring down at her mouth working, at the straining neck tendons, and at the beads of perspiration that had suddenly broken out on her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair.

Carolyn began riding with him, raising her pelvis slightly to meet each inward thrust he made. Now that she was working in unison, and cooperating, the Mexican slipped his hands under the supple warm globes of her moving ass and jerked her harder to his strokes. With each new powerful thrust, the moist hot hole of her pussy opened further to receive his cock to a deeper penetration.

As the quest for pleasure took command of her nerve centers, Carolyn's legs on either side of his impaling hard shaft began quivering and then jerking in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyelids fluttered like trapped butterflies, and her tongue slavered up into his mouth, driving in and out as though she was tongue fucking him. Her groans of pain had long since given way to animal mewls of pure pleasure. Neck and thigh tendons stood out like guide wires and her stomach muscles rippled like ground quakes as her pelvis moved beneath him with an abandonment that surprised them both. No longer was there room for any thought in Carolyn's mind except the wonderful sensation of lying beneath this cruel, avenging savage who was violating her body, raping her, fucking her to near oblivion . . . and her own desire to give back every powerful thrust of his with one of her own.

Joaquin labored above her, no longer wanting to humiliate her . . . only to dominate her. She was more woman already than Carmencita, and she was still a child. She was meeting him halfway off the mattress now, and when their bodies clashed against each other, she fought him - rotating her hips and rearing and bucking in the air - like a well hooked marlin leaping high out of the water on its tail attempting to dislodge the cruel bark of the hook.

Abruptly, he moved slightly higher on her in order to bring his cock into greater contact with her clitoris. He began making longer strokes that brought his prick almost all the way out of her now hotly sucking young vagina on the backstroke and then plummeting forward into the uplifted buttocks until he could feel the hard slap of his testicles smacking down against the defenseless little lips of her anus below. Grinning lewdly, he quickly slipped his hand further under the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks and pressed the tip of his middle finger teasingly against the soft warm anal ring. He could feel the tiny virginal asshole nibbling his finger as though it were some toothless animal trying to feed. Before she could protest, he pushed into it with a quick movement, feeling the tight elastic little mouth giving way against the onslaught.

Carolyn's body stiffened and her eyes widened in pain, "That hurts."

Joaquin immediately thrust harder, feeling sadistic pleasure at her pained protest as his long thick finger slid in all the way to the second knuckle.

"Aaaagh, you're hurting me!"

The Indian laughed cruelly then began worming his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness of her back passage wider and wider. Within seconds another finger had joined the first, and soon he felt the tight resistance fading as her asshole accommodated them both without further resistance.

The young white writhing girl was moaning once more - guttural mewls of pleasure as her anus gradually became used to this unnatural invasion.

Joaquin's face was wrapped in a smile of conquest and victory as he felt her tentatively screw her rectum back onto his probing fingers. She winced as a hang nail caught painfully on the soft warm rubbery walls of her rectum. The pain passed and she began twisting and squealing in complete abandonment under the double rape of her virginal loins.

Carolyn realized she was hopelessly impaled between his mammoth pounding prick in her pussy and his fingers working in and out of her asshole, and the knowledge sent a shiver of delight running up her spine. Nothing had ever felt so masochistically beautiful before in her life! She liked being here, an abjectly helpless love slave for a brutally insensitive savage. There was a new and more pleasurable kind of pressure building up in her vagina now. Every muscle there had begun tightly clasping his throbbing, pounding prick, as though unwilling to let it pull out. Sensations, some of them almost unbearingly exquisite, were beginning to arc through her ganglions with each long, hard, pile-driving thrust inward.

Joaquin sensed she was about to cum, and he quickly moved his other hand up between their two nakedly straining bodies and began fondling the tightly contracting lips of her cunt where he entered her, feeling and playing with the clitoris and bringing a low continuous moan from her throat. He felt himself coming closer to release and his thrusts became more urgent. Carolyn responded, thrashing beneath him, as her fingernails raked his back, bringing long rows of raw redness to his muscular brown shoulders.

The white girl was almost there, he could feel it as her legs on either side of his buttocks jerked wide and up as though she were inviting one last destructive thrust. He drove into her cunt like a maniac. Abruptly, her knees were beating a savage drumbeat of desire against his hips and she began chanting, "Jesus . . . Jesus ... oh ..." Her face was contorted by the hot, feral lust that pounded maddeningly through every nerve and artery of her body.

"Ohhhh . . . OHHHH! . . ." That was all she could utter before her body stiffened and she stopped breathing as though locked in the final throes of a quickly coming death.

Joaquin groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his long hot prick roamed far up into the unchartered, untouched ravines of her cunt. Her breasts quivered and strained up against the powerful muscles of his chest, and the hardened nipples pressed against him like hard little brown chocolate kisses.

Then it happened! Joaquin suddenly felt her pussy opening up all around his cock, and a warm gushing flood of hotly searing liquid poured out of her pulsating pussy lips. Carolyn tried to gasp the message that she was cumming, but no words could force themselves past her dry, passion closed throat. All she could do was repeat over and over again, with a vast sense of wonder echoed in her taut almost inarticulate voice, "Oh . . . OH! Joaquin, darling . . . Ah...ahhhh? AIIEEE!"

The Indian dug his cock far into her cuntal chasm, then with her body convulsing against his, he gave his prick one final thrust and held it deep inside her.

"I'M cumming ... I'm cumming," he groaned, as the hungrily twitching lips of her warmly welcoming young cunt nibbled back and forth against his cock, milking it of every bit of its heavily surging strength. Boiling hot semen shot through the long throbbing length of his cock and spurted deep up into her warm, throbbing belly.

Carolyn was swimming in a warm velvet pool of pure sensation as she felt his prick jerking and the heat of his sperm filling her. Unconsciously, she wrapped her arms around the Mexican bandit chieftain's muscular chest and crooned, "Yes . . . yes . . . cum! Cum in me, darling." His cock continued to jerk and thrust as his savage seed puddled in the joyously twitching recesses of her no longer virginal young womb.