Chapter 7
Smiling and licking his lips, Edmunto opened his pants and reeled out his enormous hard-on.
The beautiful American woman lay on the bed, staring at him with eyes like ice, full of hate and contempt. Her arms were drawn out and bound to the bed's metal-railed head. Her legs were parted, too, in a wide V, with ropes running from her ankles down to where they were knotted about the bed's iron legs. She was entirely nude, her naked femininity obscenely, degradingly exposed to the gazes of her three captors.
Her spread-eagled body was flawlessly white except for the dark line around her throat, where Caballo had rope-choked her into unconsciousness, and the similar thin red line across her belly, where Gaston had lashed her with his whip, once. After that she had lain still on the iron bed in the old cabin to which they had brought her.
But she showed neither tears nor terror. She only lay there, dazed and degraded and waiting helplessly and hopelessly to be cruelly used- but staring daggers at her rapist.
She maintained that terrible icy stare even when he mounted the bed between her forcibly spread legs. But he saw the tension in her arms as she tried to be unobtrusive in her tugging at her bonds. Tensing muscles ridged the firm, snowy flesh of her inner thighs, too.
He smiled. "She is not so calm as she wishes to appear," he told his men. "Note her arms and legs-tug away, Princess. You'll not break those ropes-you'll only mark your pretty wrists and slender little ankles! Nor will anyone come," he said, making her twitch as he ran a hand up one thigh and over her light-haired vulva, all pink and wet-looking where her bound ankles forced its mouth ajar. "This mine has not been in operation for two years. But we have kept this cabin up, and furnished, you see. No one knows we are here and no one will come."
He wanted to make her jerk and cringe and whimper before he rammed his cock up her haughty pussy.
"We will not be interrupted. First I will push my cock up your little pink fuck hole, and fill you full of good Espanian seed! Then it will be Gaston's turn. And then Caballo and you will see then why he is content to wait until last. Imagine the amount of slime that will dribble out of your well-fucked gulley, then, Princess! Hm?"
She stared at him. She shuddered. That was all. And he was tired of waiting. Teasing her, trying to break her was fun. But lust was a stronger force in him. He wanted, very badly, to fuck this proud American bitch and make her squirm and whimper.
Most of all, he wanted to plug himself into her and lie on that entrancing, sensuous body!
Bending over her on his knees, he set the darkened, distended crown of his cock between the dainty love lips, in the half-open slit they hemmed. Her breasts trembled as she pulled in a deep breath in apprehensive anticipation of his entry.
But he paused there for a moment, gazing down at their linked flesh. The pretty pink of her splayed-apart labia was so delicate, so small and vulnerable-looking on either side of the bloated glans. Even the moist, rather more red flesh inside the gorgeous crease of her pussy was not so dark as his fat Espanian cock. The little inner lips, red and raggedly scalloped, seemed to flutter fearfully in expectation of the fiery pole of thick, hard flesh he would soon drive between them.
"You decided to wait till tomorrow, Edmunto?" Gaston snarled. "Come, drop it in and fuck her ragged before I jizz off all over the ceiling."
Edmunto jerked his heated gaze from the enticing spectacle of her open, waiting cunt. He stared at Gaston, who had his own big hard-on out and was fondling it nervously.
"If you're in such a hurry, amigo, jack it off over her face and see if she licks her lips."
Gaston clamped his mouth and sighed. The scar down his face was dark as his face flushed with lust. "Ah, I'll wait. But "
Thinking she was sufficiently off guard to give him a nice reaction, Edmunto chose that moment to drive his cock up the cunt of the Princess.
The thick knob-headed bone stabbed home in a rush. It stretched and strained dainty tissues as it steamed way up inside her. She groaned beneath the lashing fury of his deep-driving horn ramming murderously up the deep hollow of her vulva.
Then he drove the breath completely out of her by falling forward onto her, full length. Lancets of pain jammed through her chest as he came smacking down onto the fleshy domes of her tits. The resilient flesh desperately sought relief without splitting, squinting out to either side in distended white ridges.
The membranes of her helplessly accessible cunt had been far from erotically stimulated, far from lubricated sufficiently for the ravaging brutality of that sudden jolting entry. It hurt. Her sensitive sexual folds flinched and fluttered around a hot throbbing sex pole that felt like a burning wooden brand up her belly.
"Uh . . . unnnnngghhh," she groaned out through the stocking gag, in pain and revulsion and the humiliation of total helplessness.
Riding her tits as they rolled around beneath his shirt-clad chest, he began fucking strongly, swiftly in and out of her cunt's flinching, quivering flesh. He shoved his burning cock in and out of the gaping lips with rapid thrusts of his pelvis that carried him all the way into her.
She shuddered and quavered under him, feeling her unprepared cunt stretch hugely around the impatient joint he rammed violently in and out of her. "Ah, agh!" he grunted, and tunneled far up inside her with brutal lunges.
"Do you feel it, cunt? Can you feel that big piece of Espanian meat up inside your pulpy gulch? Do you? Then-act-like-it!" he grunted, slashing ferociously in and out of her straining, flinching cunt with each word.
Suddenly he wanted to hear her groans and sighs, and he reached up to jerk the stocking out of her mouth. Her tongue ran around her lips several times, trying to assuage the arid dryness of her long-gagged mouth.
"I .. . feel your . . . putrid organ, cerdo!"
His eyes blazed. "Cerdo!" He stared around at the other two men. Caballo was unconcernedly cleaning his nails with his knife, the same one he had used on Morgana Tovares. "Cerdo!" Edmunto repeated. "She called me Pig-'"
Gaston shrugged, gave him a thin smile. "In her country, it means 'Policia,' " he said.
"Not in my country!" Edmunto stormed, and he reared above her, getting onto his knees.
There was fear in her blue eyes, now. She knew she had gone too far. She felt a sudden sharp pressure at the very top of the slit he had plumbed so violently. Strained by his kneeling up, his cock popped out of her and snapped up against his belly with a loud smack.
Kneeling over her, he then slapped her breasts repeatedly, back and forth. The stinging slaps smarted and throbbed wickedly. Shot through with excruciating anguish and pain, she screamed and pleaded for mercy.
"No, stop, plea-A A AH! OH-AOWWW!"
He loved her cries and the wild look in the poor girl's eyes. Her contorting face and loud cries filled him with exultation and a feeling of power. His cock pounded and jumped wildly.
He smacked her tits, again, again, until they were quivering balls of fire and felt swollen twice their size. Both boiling mounds of flesh were reddened from the violent contact of rough, calloused hands.
Yet . . . hot flickers danced in her belly and the deeply pink points of her tits lengthened and hardened, helplessly and without her will, into twin red thrusts of desire that attracted his eyes.
He bent and worried both of them with his teeth, bringing renewed cries and thrashings from his helplessly bound victim.
Then, crawling forward to rub his trousered butt over her drum-taut belly, he wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked it furiously.
It was something she had never seen before. She knew it was male masturbation. He was jacking off! He disdained to shove his tool back up in her pussy, which was secreting in anticipation of his entry. Then her eyes flared as realization hit her. But-he was so close! It would It did. Suddenly the little red hole in the end of his tumid cock opened up like a tiny cunt. Instantly a hosing squirt of white syrup leaped out and struck her full in the face.
"Cerdo!" He grunted, as another jolt of hot cum rifled up the barrel of his cock, arced through the air, and struck her-mouth! "Cerdo!" he grunted again: "Pig! Pig!"
Another spurt of semen splatted warmly into the hollow of her throat. Then another, plopping into the valley of her reddened breasts, part of it smacking the inner surface of one throbbing bowl-like mound and trickling down into the cleavage.
The rest of his load, less violently shot, dribbled over her upper abdomen.
She was utterly degraded, trying to stifle the sobs that racked her as he spurned her womanly hollow and spermed off over her face and bosom. She gasped in shock and a terrible humiliation and refused to acknowledge the sexual thrill that went through her beaten, semen-spotted, defiled body.
He left her, dragging his shod foot over her cringing belly as he got off the bed.
"Give me that!" He snatched Gaston's whip and whirled back to their quaking captive. He brandished the whip, staring into blue eyes wide with terror.
"There is cum on your lip! I shot it there, from this cock that is too good for your slimy snatch! Lick it off, bitch, American bitch, lick it off and swallow my cum, cunt, or I'll use Gaston's whip to cut your puddings of tits open! Now!"
She had seen the glob of semen coming. She had felt it strike her lip, as the previous one had struck her cheek, just under her eye. She still felt the wetness on her mouth. His come, he had said. His semen, his sperm, his sticky slicky male seed. A half-million potential Espanians. And he wanted her to lick it, to swallow it, like the girl Peggy in the book she'd been reading when this half-bald man and his minions had burst in on her. Peggy had even been forced to accept male organs in her mouth . . . Claudine shuddered.
One drop. One drop of slimy male seed. She must either demean herself by letting them see her put out her tongue and lap it up like a cat lapping milk, or ... he would whip her breasts.
No! She couldn't!
He could, and would. The whip flashed down and fell in a slashing jolt of paralyzing pain. Its leather kiss snapped across both her tormented tits and its tip was like a pin stab when it slapped her side, just below the bulging, pain-filled mound "of her right breast.
She convulsed violently, every muscle going taut as she jerked at her bonds. Her gaping mouth released an anguished cry.
He dragged the whip back. It slithered across her heaving, pain-seized tits like a slim, obscene black serpent. The fiery pain remained, throbbing in its wake. His eyes were bright; the sight of her flesh quivering under the lash excited and stimulated him. And . . . more forceful than the throbbing pain, something like a torrent of fire swept over her belly and into her seething cunt.
She wished David were here. Her cunt burned with a growing longing.
My God, my God, she thought, they're defiling me, smacking me, making a slave of me and hurting me-and I want sex! I want . . . penis! Penis up my . . . my ... up my . . . my cunt!
"Aggghhhrrr!"
He had struck again. New fire sizzled through the luscious white hillocks of her silken-skinned tits. New fire swept through her belly and loins.
Utterly and nakedly exposed, cruelly and humiliatingly demeaned and beaten and commanded, she gave them a display of cringing humility.
Her tongue slithered out from between her quivering lips and swiftly picked up the little drop of sperm. She transfered it back into her mouth, trying not to taste it.
She frowned, amazed. It was tasteless. She swallowed, more than once.
"Jesus!" Gaston cried, rushing around Edmunto and mounting the bed. "Let me in this sexy bitch!"
He came into her as fast as he'd come onto the bed. Immediately propping himself above her semen-glistening, whip-marked jugs with his palms on the bed, he began pummeling his cock in and out of her.
It sluiced about in a squishy sex hole that was an absolute lake of oily cuntal secretions. He fucked rapidly, frantically, with fierce jerking thrusts of his tight-clenched ass cheeks and ramming hips.
His piercing. strokes sent his big hard tool slithering deeply into the wet, encompassing hole of her loins.
The red lips peeled back, seeming to cringe softly as he fucked between them.
His butt jerked up and down and in and out. He punched hard into that satin-sheathed crevasse, reveling in the heated, juicy wet flesh slot his eager cock plunged hotly through.
It was marvelous. It was every man's dream, pile-driving his swollen tool into the sloshy pink pussy of the beautiful and haughty wife of the American ambassador! Gaston fucked her fast and hard, so fast and hard that he came in a minute, like a seventeen-year-old, and shot her softly rippling belly full of good old Espanian baby juice.
"Ah-a-a-ahhhh!" he gasped, flopping weakly onto her magnificent body and pressing his lips to the quivering line of her jaw. He tasted salt, from her tears. Her tears, he thought. Tears. She was not even sweating.
Angrily, he pulled his flaccid, semen-dripping cock out of her. "She isn't even sweating! She's a woman of ice."
"A woman?" Edmunto said. He had lighted a cigar, put down the whip, and was more relaxed as he sat in an old wicker chair. "Woman? No, Gaston, amigo ... she is only a body. A hole with a body built around it. Pity the American ambassador, Gaston . . . for he had for a wife only a beautiful but lifeless Barbie doll!"
On the bed, Claudine burst into a new fit of anguish, weeping.
Caballo stood up. "I," he said, "want her from behind."
Edmunto walked over to look down at their weeping captive.
"You hear that? Caballo wants to fuck your cold cunt from behind. He does not care to look at you while he fucks you. He wishes to fuck you from behind . . . like a dog, like a female dog . . . bitch!"
She rolled her head loosely back and forth, whimpering in fear and humiliation and feverish anguish.
Bending, Edmunto seized one naked breast, squeezing the foam-rubbery flesh viciously before bringing one sweet pink tip into quivering life with the rough movements of his fingers.
Wretchedly embarrassed, she turned her head to the wall.
His pincer like fingers tormented the tremulous lilac petals until she groaned at the sharp, stabbing pain. A series of chills seized her.
For God's sake . . . why did this sort of bestial treatment fill her loins with thrilling sensual excitement?
The huge man called Caballo was untying her ankles. When they were both free, she dragged them together-and sobbed at the squishy sound and the feel of sticky wetness on her inner thighs. She went silent in shocked horror at the ugly realization that she was lying there leaking the semen of two men.
And soon . . . three. . . .
Edmunto left off tormenting her quaking tits. He released her right hand while Caballo untied the other. Caballo loomed over her. She stared up at his massive face.
"Turn over."
Very willing to hide her naked breasts and the semen-trickling slice of her vaginal mouth from them, she turned over onto her stomach. But she grunted when she felt a swift prickle of pain in her lashed, squeezed, mauled tits.
She lay there with her legs together, trying to pretend they weren't all looking at her naked ass, trying to avoid the stark, ugly reality of what was happening to her.
A hand passed over the upthrusting hills of her naked, gloriously swelling butt. A disbelieving shudder of terrible anguish rippled through her; otherwise, she didn't move.
The hand was very big. It was warm. It patted her ass.
"Up on your hands and knees," a voice said. Caballo's. His voice was strangely tenor, for a man his size. "Get your ass up." She trembled.
"Please," she choked out. "Please leave me alone. Please don't make me do that. Just . . . oh, please let me alo-o-one!"
The hand that smacked down on her bare bottom made a frightfully loud noise that stung viciously.
"Ah-how?"
"Up on your hands and knees," Caballo repeated.
Why didn't he just drag her up, she thought. There were three of them and she was naked and completely helpless. Why did he have to add to her shame and anguish by ordering her to assume an obscene and degrading position with her tits hanging and her smooth, well-arced arse in the air like . . . like a bitch in heat, waiting for every panting dog in the neighborhood ?
"You'd better get your white ass in the air, Princess," Edmunto said, "if you want it to stay white!"
She whimpered. She closed her eyes tight and tightened her fingers in the bed's age-gray sheet. Her body trembled as she firmed her mind and sought the strength to do what they told her to.
All I have to do is push up with my hands, she told herself, and then bend my knees. . . . Oh, no! She heard the whistling song of the whip, tensed, then shrieked as the fiery lash slapped crisply across the matched mountains of her ass.
Her entire body jerked, rocking with hot waves of pain, the streaked bottom flesh dancing even as she tensed the cheeks together. She felt the whip slide across her smarting skin and she wriggled her ass in helpless provocation.
Then, keeping her eyes shut, she lurched up onto her hands and knees on the bed. She got her knees under her, thrusting out the succulent swells of her tremorous bottom.
Caballo caught his breath. This was beauty! This was an ass to put a pain in a man's balls like a knife thrust! Licking his lips, he reached out and placed both hands on that lovely, proffered bare bottom. The kneeling blonde gasped and her soft rearward curves yielded, wobbling a little and tightening automatically.
The tense taut muscularity of those large white ovals astonished him. Under the unwonted caresses of his hands, she contracted them to the hardness of white footballs. Beneath their exciting curves was slung the blond-furred purse of her vulva, the lips well-defined, slightly parted, wet and flecked visibly with the semen from Gaston's cock.
She had come to terms with herself. Wretched with trepidation and shame, she resigned herself to do their bidding. Otherwise, she knew they would only force her, and that would mean more pain. Perhaps if she put up a show of resignation, willingness, they would not be so savage with her.
There were three of them. They had brought her here naked, bound, and in a big cloth bag. Even if it were possible for her to elude them somehow, she had no place to go-and she'd still be naked and barefoot. They wanted her body. Her only choice was to cede it to them. That way, though they would use it as their plaything, they at least would have no cause to whip and tear at her with their rough hands and hornlike nails.
So she knelt there with her ass in the air while Caballo pulled out his cock.
Perhaps it was a kindness he had done her. At least on her knees this way, she could not see the prodigious proportions of the mighty organ he was about to send plowing into her silky little furrow!
And it was time. The sight of that lovely, submissive body with the beautifully upturned naked ass had Caballo's lust boiling, and he didn't wait another second.
He parted the tremulous lips and started shoving his mammoth cock into her intimate cleft. She grunted, moaned . . . but took it, remaining still, kneeling there while he dicked her from behind. His vastly swollen knob pushed aside tendrils of blond hair like nylon thread as his big prong sought out the soft, pulsating vaginal tissues.
She knew it was big. She could feel the terribly hot shaft distending her soft sexual flesh as he drove deeper to anchor it in her. Farther and farther it pushed, into that moist, dark cave . . . the bludgeoning thickness of it was a burning fire deep in her stretched cunt.
She knew she was spreading around a very big cock.
But had she been able to see the hugeness of that swollen, bulging, blood-distended club, she would undoubtedly have screeched in fear, knowing it was impossible, and lurched forward on the bed of her sorrow and humiliation.
But she couldn't, and a woman's cunt was well designed to spread to a capacity undreamed of by its owner.
Claudine Brooks' cunt took Caballo's big horse cock, all right.
Her inner vagina opened to accept his thickened log and actually seemed to gulp at the hot, rigid thickness that slid into the fevered pink-ness of her love pocket.
Then he ground it in, squashing her ass cheeks and forcing the full length of that fleshy pike up her humid, clinging cunt.
She took it with deep embarrassment, a bit of pain, and a sheer delight of a need that she hated to admit even to herself. And she wondered, would her cunt return to its normal slitted beauty, after being dilated by this mighty organ? Would the beautiful curved slopes of her outthrusting ass ever be the same again, after the grinding of his huge body?
Involuntary gasps issued from her pretty pink mouth as he began rummaging in and out of her snatch, probing the red wound between her legs with a cock capable of digging its own wound.
Her eyes stared down at the bed.
She dared not raise them. She did not want to see the leering of Edmunto and Gaston as she knelt naked with her ass in the air and was fucked like a bitch in heat.
There was no way for her to avoid pleasure. A frigid woman or a virgin might have. But Claudine was far from frigid and far from virginal. She was a woman who had been fruitlessly in search of an orgasm for sixteen years, ever since she was thirteen.
He kept rocking back and forth behind her, pushing and shoving each inthrust, making certain that he was completely submerged in the now-gaping hole between her thighs.
He pulled, and the clutching lips of her tremulous slit clung to the retreating girth of his enormous prick, the sweet, shell-pink folds distending outward from her vulva.
His hands clutched the inner surfaces of her tensing thighs. His hairy knuckles brushed her belly. He felt it shaking and squirming as he poled in and out of her with passion-driven strokes.
His eyes bulged wide in hot desire.
Her thighs and buttocks were swept wide by the big hot pole of the man tunneling mercilessly up into her body from behind.
His hands clutched pulpy white flesh as he drove it in. He tugged her back and felt the warm, soft flanges of her cunt close moistly over him.
The ragged edges and membranous walls of her inner pussy caressed his huge throbbing cock.
She moaned and squirmed as the hot thick truncheon in her violated vagina grew and expanded with his ferocious assault until she was stretched and filled beyond anything she had thought possible.
But her body was betraying her, whorishly moistening, flowering, welcoming the big probe into its tight depths.
Make me come, big cock, she thought, wanting to move but not doing so because she was, after all, being raped. Make me come with that big hot cock, you big hot cocksman!
A sound of pleasure and hope gurgled in her throat. Her whole body was enveloped in the seething lust of unappeased desire. She was trembling with passion and she sought some way to move without their knowing it.
"Uh!" Caballo grunted, in surprise and something approaching pain.
Her cunt had squeezed him. She had actually exercised control over the muscles inside her sexual sheath to make her tight cunt clamp even more tightly!
"Ah . . . ah . . . annhhh . . ." she sighed, working, squeezing.
It was the wrong thing to do. Better to have hit upon some means to prolong his fucking, rather than increase the pressure and friction around his already boiling cock.
He groaned again, dragged her back against him, and shivered all over as he went into a strange orgasm. He could feel her contracting, squeezing cunt, slowly sucking out his semen!
It went on and on, with his belly and big thighs pressed tightly into her buttocks while her cunt sucked him off.
Emptied at last, he pulled his cock slushily out and watched his cum drool, like rich yellow-white cream, out of the gaping mouth of her pillaged pussy. He's gone, she thought desperately. It was over. She hadn't made it. She'd gone so high, come so close, and once again she had failed to achieve the exquisite soul-shuddering release of climax.
She sank forward and lay pitifully on her belly with her face turned to the wall. They saw the quaking of her body and they heard her sobs. But none of them guessed, this time, the reason for her sorrow.