Chapter 8
Internal Security Chief Martinez gazed sadly at David Brooks.
"It happened something like this, Senor Ambassador," he said. "The doctor took a sperm sample from the, ah, anus of your late cook. The flesh of her, ah, canal had been torn, but there was very little blood. She had been buggered-after she was slain. A little checking and we learned that the semen came from your man Dolfo. He has advised us, after a bit of . . . persuasion and a few promises that it was he who killed both Juan and Estrelita."
"And my wife? What about Mrs. Brooks?"
Martinez sighed and shook his head. "All Dolfo has told us is that two men named Gaston and Edmunto promised him much money to aid them in kidnapping the Senora Brooks."
"That's it? That's all-kidnap? Christ, that's enough, but "
Martinez spread his hands. "Naturally we suspect as you do, Senor Ambassador. But Senor Herrera is most powerful, and he is feared. We suspect him in this case, as we do in the rape of Senor Buchanan's daughter. But -we cannot prove anything. And we are unfortunately unable to . . . use any form of persuasion on Senor Herrera."
David nodded, with his jaws clenched tightly. "I'll stay at home. Hopefully I'll get a phone call demanding ransom."
He and Martinez stood, Martinez told him how sorry he was and promised to do all possible, and David went home. Somehow, he knew that ransom wasn't what the kidnapers of his wife were after-at least, not ransom for money.
He telephoned the Soviet consul, Yuri Babaikov. They were not enemies ... in truth, who could say whether their countries were?
David could tell that Babaikov's emotion was real: the Russian was horrified.
He had no way of knowing that Babaikov, as soon as their conversation was ended, telephoned Raul Herrera.
"You would do well to return the Seiiora Claudine Brooks to her home or deliver her to a telephone at once," Babaikov said coldly. "Then you would do well to make yourself very, very scarce!"
Herrera began packing at once.
The mine had been abandoned years before. Much of what had been left had been carried off. But this cabin, high up in the San Juanito hills, had been preserved, and its furnishings maintained. The three men in Herrera's eraploy, Edmunto, Gaston, and Caballo, had taken Claudine to the cabin in one car, which was now well hidden. Too, Edmunto kept the keys in his pocket at all times. They had plenty of food, and both water and wine as well as some brandy, and they had the ethereally beautiful woman they had all raped.
Naked, Claudine Brooks remained beautiful, though "ethereal" was no longer the proper word. Her blond hair, thick but very fine, hung loosely down her back in a mist-in a way she had never worn it in public. Her large moon-shaped tits jiggled free and unfettered and erotically, humiliatingly naked. The womanly swell of her hips was a constant delight and sensual goad to her captors; the firm twin jut of her buttocks was an irresistible challenge.
Edmunto decided to enter the delicate little tubeway between them. He would fuck the unattainable Princess again-this time up the asshole.
The brief nap she had enjoyed after all three of her captors had depleted their sexual resources in her body rejuvenated Claudine. She made a valiant effort to return to her former self.
Imperiousness does not go well with nudity. Even the former American president had lost much by displaying his appendectomy scar on his naked, sloppy fat belly. He was never again the same image to the millions who had seen that picture. He was just another fat old man, peasant enough to hike up his shirt and show his operation scar.
Claudine wasn't just another naked woman, she was a magnificent and sexually thrilling one. But she was bedraggled, straggly of hair and still semen-stained, and she could not play the haughty role of the ambassador's wife, not with the three men who had shoved their lustful cocks up her soft damp pussy and turned it slimy with their sperm.
"Oh, shut up and stop being silly," Gaston said, and he slapped her face so that her hair flew.
Absolutely astounded at being slapped in her face, Claudine froze, staring, for a few seconds. Then she struck back.
She was swiftly grabbed, slapped across the breasts, forced down onto her knees before the bed with her hands outstretched and firmly gripped by Caballo, on the other side of the bed. Then Gaston gave her five excellent whiplashes across the cheeks of her helplessly upturned bottom.
SWISH, and SPLAT, the leather strap snapped across the snowy ovals of her flanks. The kneeling woman ripped out an awful groan and shivered and writhed as her body radiated urgent messages of pain to her confused, reeling brain.
Thick dark welts spanned the tight crack of her ass as the leather strap smacked her bare cheeks and slithered obscenely down the steep curves.
Her attitude and demeanor changed quickly. She groveled, moaning. Another blow fell, then another, the final lash that made her butt bounce and left still another scarlet stripe. Rearing up convulsively, she screamed. Then she slumped helplessly back down and lay weakly forward across the bed, moaning softly. Her butt remained upturned, the cheeks drawn very tight and the whole broad expanse of luscious ass flesh wagging slowly in an apparent attempt to cool itself.
The sad eyes that gazed across the bed at Caballo were tearful and supplicating. She was miserably spent, weakened, and her whipped backside stung abominably. She knew that the palpitating mounds of leather-marked flesh poked out in an obscene, wanton posture.
All pretense of fight and hauteur had fled her tormented, quivering body.
She acknowledged defeat and captivity. These men were her masters, they and their whip and their cocks. She could only wait now, to be impaled and used as they wished.
And something about her degrading weakness made her breasts tighten and throb and her cunt itch.
From behind, Edmunto reached down to her. His hand shot out to seize the mass of pale hair. He yanked it back and down, forcing her strained and tear-stained face to stare up at him. She was gasping, her Adam's apple thrusting at her throat. He held her immobile in that painful, neck-straining position, knowing quite well that he was cutting off her breath. Her straining tits jutted excitingly, and Caballo grinned; their pretty pink noses seemed to be pointing directly at him, as if choosing him for their attention. He gave them his, realizing that they were slightly distended.
He frowned slightly. He had known a woman once, whose nipples hardened and fattened when she underwent pain and enforced submission. She had been a superb sex partner, but after a few years he had tired of her- mainly because she was also stupid-and he had given her the supreme agony: he beat her to death.
"Senora," Edmunto told her, "my cock wants sucking. You have a choice, of course. You can begin now, immediately, or you can take a few more lashes across your ass. I feel that I should tell you, though, that it is already striped and another ten lashes may well wash your so-soft flesh with blood."
She shuddered. Her face and throat worked. She tried to reply. But because of the way she was held, with her neck bowed, she was incapable of speech.
"I need no answer," Edmunto told her, determined to break her utterly. "If you refuse, I shall know when I seat myself on the edge of the bed in front of you. I shall also know if you choose cock over more lashes-because you will at once put your mouth to work on my organ!"
"I hope she refuses," Gaston said quietly, and the whip made a little slithery-swishy noise on the cabin's plank floor.
Edmunto released Claudine's hair. Her face and shoulders flopped forward onto the bed and her naked body quaked as she swallowed and gasped for breath, again and again. Behind her, Edmunto dropped his pants, kicked them off. Then he stepped around her, mounted the bed, and scooted forward so that his legs flanked her kneeling body.
"Well?"
Slowly, the shamefaced woman raised her head. Her cheeks were streaked and shiny with tears of suffering, both mental and physical. On her quaking knees before the seated man, she stared at his crotch.
She sobbed in her shame and despair.
His prick was a long thick worm, a dark-skinned slug that was neither totally relaxed nor erect. Its base was a riot of wiry black hair that nearly obscured the long, wrinkled bag of his balls. The glans was like the head of a cobra, a rounded heart shape with a single reddish eye.
A male organ; a penis, a prick, a dork, a cock. Waiting for the soft caress of her mouth. She had never had a cock in her mouth. Not even her husband's, and this was a stranger's tool. Also . . . she knew that it had last been housed in her cunt, and that it had not been washed since. It must contain the dried remnants of her own secretions, as well as his semen. This relaxed, rather vulnerable-looking emblem of masculinity had last been before her eyes when it spat its sticky seed onto her face and breasts.
He had made her lick the semen off her lips. She remembered that it had been nigh onto tasteless.
She swallowed and licked her lips. Her eyes rolled up to his dark ones. They stared implacably at her. Then they lifted to look past and behind her.
"Gaston "
She jerked as though she had already felt the whistling descent of the lash. "No!" she groaned. "No! I-I will!"
Slowly, her lips parted. Her tearful blue eyes stared. Her naked body trembled and she was aware of the bed's pressure against the chalky skin of her bosom. She knelt before him like a slave. And she could not even take her time; she had to begin at once, or suffer another stinging flash of pain across her backside.
With tears streaming unrestrainedly down her cheeks, she tilted her head forward to his crotch. Her dainty tongue slipped out to wet her lips nervously.
Edmunto shuddered when he felt the coiling pressure of her moist tongue encircling his swollen cock crown. Sniffling in her humiliated anguish and enforced phallic worship, she began licking and sucking her mouth full of hot, pulse-pounding cock.
Her nostrils quivered as they were assailed by the acrid odor of musky, unwashed crotch.
Her mouth absorbed the livid head of his cock. She could feel it growing in her face.
He sighed and stared excitedly down at the beauty, the intensely arousing spectacle of those tight little lips closing over the head of his meat.
"Suck it," he ordered. "Put some skin around it, Yanqui cunt!"
With a little shiver and a muted whimper, she began sucking his cock up. It twitched. She felt his heartbeat pulsing through the now swelling length. She sucked. Saliva filled her mouth and she swirled it around his thickening, vibrant pole of lust.
The seated man's prick thickened, lengthened, throbbed, and gave little twitching jerks within the sweet chambering haven of her mouth.
His cock became too much for her face. As it grew thicker and longer, more and more of its dilated length appeared. It formed an obscene bridge between his crotch and her face.
His hand rushed out to grip her hair and he tugged it closer. At the same time he hunched a bit, and she got an extra inch of meat far back in her mouth.
She gagged. Her hands twitched at the bed, trying to push back and not daring to do so. She fought back, desperately, the contents of her roiling stomach.
"Bite it," he said quietly and without audible malice, "and I will slap you silly and then jam it down your throat."
Her head lifted. Her mouth was wide stretched to accommodate his straining hugeness. Her gaze met his.'
"Now," he said, "be still. Hold your mouth very wide, while I fuck it."
She blinked and strained her jaws. He-he was going to ... to fuck her mouth?! He began shoving his big, fatly turgid cock in and out of the oscular pit of her head while he watched her face with eyes that were smoldering pools of lust; watched her distended mouth engulf his tumid meat while her eyes spilled tears.
He shoved in and out, feeling her lips and watching them tuck back as his cock staff ran in, then stretch out along it like the lips of a tight cunt when he pulled it partway back again. He felt the softness of her tongue, quivering along the lower surface of his throbbing meat. He felt her teeth, but their abrasive slide along the fucking shaft was not painful, only an additional sexually arousing pressure.
He felt a pressure in his nuts, too, as his loose-swinging ball sac drubbed her chin and smeared it with her own saliva.
Beginning to experience spasmodic little tremors and flashes of lust of his guts, he remembered his intention to bugger the gringo, bitch. So he ceased his movements. Waiting until she rolled her eyes questioningly up to his, he pulled his bulging tool out of her head.
Then he pushed her pretty cock-sucking face down onto the bed and rose, straddling her as he moved off the bed and around behind her.
"Give me the whip, Gaston," he said. "And take my place. It is your turn to have your cock sucked. She isn't a bad cock sucker. A bit inexperienced, perhaps, but she is willing, and she does try. Also, as we have all known for years, she has a big mouth!"
The kneeling blonde quaked. But she made no sound. Fear of the whip had reduced her to fearful submission. And besides . . . there was a frantic yearning in her. . . .
Gaston dropped his pants and took up Edmunto's place on the bed. His dark-furred legs slid around her soft naked body. She did not look up at his scarred face. She only stared at his cock.
Then, numbly and without hesitation, she showed them that she was completely conquered.
She shoved her mouth up his prick.
It had no need of being aroused, as Edmunto's had. Gaston's penis had come up into fine erection while he whipped her, and watching her suck Edmunto, watching Edmunto fuck her face, had kept it that way.
Now, seated comfortably on the edge of the bed in the spot warmed by his cohort's naked ass, Gaston watched his own great shaft of angry red flesh split her delicately pursed lips to be swallowed up inside her gently sucking mouth.
"Suck, cock," he told her roughly. "I want to feel your tonsils all around the head!" She sucked cock.
Behind her, Edmunto bent and slipped his hands in between her kneeling thighs and her bowed body. He began to lift her. With a moaning sound, she maintained her oral grip on the other man's penis while her ass was elevated until her legs were straight up and down and her torso was a long, smooth line running down from her tight-stretched, unturned butt to the great swirl of blond hair all around Gaston's cock.
Gaston sat there delighted. He had never in all his Espanian peasant's dreams pictured a time when he would sit with his thick dark tool sticking out of the beautiful face of a blond north americana, and especially one who was the daughter of much wealth and the wife of the ambassador-a double symbol of both the United States and of capitalism!
Behind her stood Edmunto, gazing down into the crack of the whip-streaked white ass cheeks that swung in the air before him without hesitation or interruption-or any protection whatever for her dainty little asshole and the lightly furred pouch of her sex slit that seemed to push backward as if in invitation.
He trembled all over at the thought of the girl standing thus, bent far forward in total submission, her mouth in use by Gaston and her anus and pussy waiting to be used as Edmunto wished. He locked his hot-eyed gaze on her full ass. The skin was stretched very tightly over the large white ovals. He noted the way it swooped into a waist that looked as though it had been cinched from birth to make it abnormally tiny and waspish.
He put his hands onto the flaring rounds of her ass.
She jerked at the touch, and her buttocks clenched together against the pressure of his thumbs. He eased off only slightly, pulling the cheeks apart without viciousness, maintaining a steady tension for many seconds until he could see the straining muscles of the girl's snowy inner thighs relaxing, slowly, tiring and easing their clench, little by little.
Now the hair-lined slit that opened into her smoldering, pliant vaginal passage parted. Her spongy, pink cuntlips moistly unfurled. Willingly or otherwise, her cunt was flowering open to him.
He stepped forward and, easily, shoved his cock into the long pink-lined slit.
"Uh!" the girl grunted, as she felt her warm nest once again prodded open by the solid cylinder of a lust-congested masculine probe. He sank it in until he stood with his body pressed tightly against her upturned ass cheeks.
Gaston dropped his hand to her head and threatened her by gathering up a handful of blond hair.
"Suck, bitch! Keep your hands on the bed beside my legs to hold yourself up-this is what it's like to be a whore and accommodate two men at once!"
She made a sobbing sound-and sucked cock while she was fucked from behind.
Edmunto was pleasantly surprised to find her pussy's channel full of her secretions, wet and very warm. He pushed his cock in and out several times; making sure it was coated with her cunt juice. At the same time, he slid both hands around her hips and got a firm grip on the sweetly rounded fronts of each of her thighs. They were quivering with the strain of holding her up in this strange position-and with the slippery sliding of his cock in and out of her drenched cuntal pocket.
Now their captive was pleasing both Edmunto and Gaston very much. She was making little moaning sounds from the throat, emerging around Gaston's big prick, and she was moving slightly-definitely in a sort of rhythm with Edmunto's skewering fucking movements against her back as he slicked his powerful penis in and out of her slitted pussy.
Holding the girl so that she would not be able to jerk away in mindless reaction, Edmunto pulled his cock out of her.
He smiled. Yes, she definitely pushed herself back a little, an almost imperceptible movement that sent her cunt after his retreating cock. He smiled, too, at its appearance: it was all glistening and slimy-looking, utterly coated and practically dripping with pussy juice.
Raising his arm slightly, he shoved. The blond woman was relaxing, having accepted his cock into her cunt with apparent relish, raised in spite of herself to a voluptuous excitement dictated by her sensuous body.
She was relaxed . . . everywhere. The tight flesh ring of her anus oozed firmly over the head of his prick, without a fight! But she felt it!
"Umm-m-m-mmmMMMHHH!" she moaned, jerking violently.
Gaston grabbed her hair in both hands. "Be still, Yanqui bitch! Suck cock!"
"Mmmmmmf f-gl-lllff f mmm!"
She could feel the pain, like icy stabs, of his great cock opening up a passage that had never been entered-not even by so much as her own husband's finger. She remembered he had started to slip a finger up her there, once, when they were balling. She had stopped him, violently.
Now she was sure she felt a yard of thundering male tool inside her squirming asshole.
He could feel her tightening up, now. At the same time she was straining forward, so that he had to hold her back by exerting both hands against her thighs and lower belly. His fingers gouged into satiny-soft skin. He strained forward with his body; pulled back with his hands.
Twisting, he watched with flushed face as his powerful grinding shoves made his plundering cock disappear slowly up her reluctant asshole. His intense urgency began to become an overpowering need.
Caballo watched while their lovely captive sucked Gaston's big root and took Edmunto's up the ass. He was still thinking about her apparent reactions to the hard whip strokes; her thickened, hardened nipples. Nodding to himself, he walked around the bed to join Edmunto behind her. The two men exchanged glances.
Then Caballo sat down on the floor, beside the upside-down V of the woman's strenuously bent body. From here he could see that her large bowl-shaped milk wagons had lengthened into elongated white cylinders. They swung beneath her, forced into a swinging joggle now as Edmunto began fucking her ass, attaining its depths.
Caballo reached out and up and caught hold of both her fulsome, pendulous tits. Her body jerked as she felt this fresh violation of her helplessness. He squeezed. Her entire form jerked and rippled with tremors as his big fingers dug into the spongy resiliency of her dangling tits. He began moving his pressuring fingers, varying the individual pressure points that deeply dented the soft white skin and threatened to crush the firm flesh inside.
He mauled her lovely, juddering jugs until she moaned and shuddered and felt her blood coursing through her veins like hot wine. Spasmodic tremors flailed her inner cunt, creating a hot liquid seething within the warm chamber.
Caballo ducked his head and twisted it until he was able to see the pretty lips of her blond-furred pussy. They were gaping open, and even as he looked at them they seemed to be pulsing, working slightly, as though her pussy were seeking something to suck on.
This time she hardly jerked as he released one of her pain-filled tits and ran two fingers up her vaginal canal. His fingers pressed the soft, damp labia well apart and thrust deep up inside her.
"She likes it," Caballo said quietly. "She likes sucking cock and being fucked in the ass, aminos! She likes having her milk wagons hurt- and she likes having a couple of fingers up her pussy!"
"Your fingers?" Gaston asked. "Jesus!"
The moaning shuddering girl felt his cock lurch in her mouth. He was pressing it hard and deep, and she was slobbering all over the shaft so that spittle ran down it and matted the hair of his crotch. Tears flowed from her eyes and she sniffed; mouth and nose and eyes were all running with the pressure.
Behind her, Edmunto's big hard prick was exploring the depths of her bowels, spreading her wider and wider with each long stoking stroke.
His hands held the perfection of those resilient demiglobes well apart. His fingers moved to dimple their softness again and again in constantly applied pressures. All the while, his sweltering cock reamed her ass.
In her adjacent hollow, Caballo's big hot fingers were waggling around inside her cunt. Then, with his fingertip and harsh nail, he tickled her trembling, cringing cervix, deep inside her!
Half losing the cock in her face, she cried out and jerked violently.
She stood there, practically hanging over Edmunto's grasping hands, quivering and panting. Her body jerked again when Caballo popped both fingers all the way out without care for her discomfort at the sudden departure of his delving digits.
With that same wet hand, he reached out to slap her sharply across one hanging, swinging tit. The football-shaped beauty juddered and heaved in convulsive agony. Caballo watched it swing wildly back and forth, slapping against its twin.
Sweat streamed out of her armpits and rushed down the long thick cone of her pendent breasts. Sweat rolled off her face to add its wetness to the saliva in Gaston's crotch. Sweat rolled down her inner thighs and welled up internally to ease still more Edmunto's passage up her ass.
She began to move. Whining and whipping her body back and forth, she sucked hard at Gaston's cock and ran her asshole back and forth on Edmunto's. Her cunt drooled clear, thick liquid. Her tits swung and shuddered, and Caballo slapped them several more times, low, across the down-spearing nipples.
Gaston was nearly there. Her tongue-wiggling mouth ran over the turgid knob of his prick and she sucked hard. Her mouth slicked up and down the saliva-running pole. His nuts were tense and throbbing with passion and the need for release.
Then his cock went off up her mouth like a salvoing cannon.
A white jet stream of semen pulsed far up inside her hungry, clasping mouth until it foamed out between the soft lips spread so broadly around his upstanding prick.
Still moving her ass in swift little jerks, she kept working at the spurting cock, forcing out every drop of Gaston's semen. He panted and writhed in ecstatic fatigue.
Grasping her silky blond locks again in both hands, he pulled her head up off his spent peter, which came out of her mouth with a sound like an empty suction pump.
Thfs time she did not have to be told to lick the cum off her lips.
He stared at her flushed face. She sniffed. Her eyes and mouth and nose were running all over her face. She disgusted him. Shoving himself back, he slapped her face. His drooling cock dragged across the sheet between his thighs as he backed away.
Her head jerked sharply with his slap, and her hair flew in a pale cloud, although many strands now clung sweatily to her forehead and cheeks and neck and shoulders.
Caballo kept slapping her tits with one hand and teasing her pussy lips with the other.
Edmunto kept ramming his cock in and out of her squirming, enormously expanded asshole. It took his like a cunt, and felt no less capacious.
Forcing her to raise herself from the waist, Caballo slipped up beneath her, between her arms, and got his butt onto the bed. For a moment his dark eyes met hers. She blinked, still leaking tears.
"Put your hands on my thighs and keep them there," he said.
She did, biting her lip, and he slid his arms in between hers to get at her fiercely throbbing breasts again. He slapped, then squeezed, dragging his tight-clenching fingers down the dangling ovals until he was pinching and tugging at the scarlet nipples with the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
She gasped loudly. Then she moaned out, in a strangled whisper: "Yes! Hurt them! I- I'm going to make it-don't stop, oh don't stop!" Her voice was extremely intense.
She was piteous in her supplication and in her agony of both pain and joy. She had learned what it was her body wanted-and though she hated to admit it and had resisted with all her might, she now had to.
She began jerking back and forth, tearing her own breasts in and out of his hot painful grasp and ramming her own delicate anal passage along the sounding probe of Edmunto's cock.
Her mind was clouded with panic and fear and pain and the dizzying assault of lust. Thrills surged through her belly. Unappeased desire made her cunt drool and snap like an angry mouth. She had never been subject to such violent sexual excitement.
Her empty cunt, her full rectum, her lurching belly felt as though they would burst with passion and need. She squealed aloud, again and again.
"Jesus!" Edmunto grunted. He lunged into her moving asshole with all his might. His hard-plunging organ rammed like a pile driver into the deep cleavage of her sleek-cheeked ass, stretching it obscenely open.
The full pumping length of his cock stabbed deep between the white moons of her ass and filled her with each stroke, nestling itself far inside her quivering rectum.
Certain that she had it, that she had captured all of his meat and imprisoned it in her expanding asshole, she thrust herself swiftly and wildly back to swallow it utterly.
His cock started gunning sperm up her rectal channel. The swollen knob burst a flood of the glutinous liquid into the warm moist dark. She felt every spurt of it, her eyes and mouth bulging wide as it came rushing hotly into her, filling the depths of her bowels until she felt that they would burst with the sudden pressure.
Raised to a pinnacle of excitement by her sudden obvious lust, his balls utterly drained by her tight, sucking asshole, Edmunto sagged. His prick came flopping out of her anus with a sloppy sound and snapped down onto his emptied balls. Staggering, he backed up and sank into a chair. He sat there and stared at the gaping gulf between her buttocks. It was leaking his sperm down the crack and onto the furry pouch of her open-mouthed cunt.
"No, no, no!" she screamed. "Not enough- not enou-u-uugh! I didn't MAKE it! Ah-" And she began to sob loudly.
Jerking her forward onto him by pulling her tits, Caballo flopped backward onto the bed. She felt the big knob of his huge cock prod hard against her belly as she came down onto him.
"Stick it in," he told her. "Shove it up in you and ride it till you do make it, then!"
The frantic woman whimpered.
Now it was completely up to her. Now she not only had to admit her needs and her excitement-she had to take action to do something about it. Either that, or . . . languish here where she was, tetering on the very brink of the cliff of orgasm.
She sobbed aloud, hesitating, staring down at his big face.