The room was blacker than the bottom pit of hell, and Nella lay there in the stifling heat. This was incredible. Considering it was the middle of September, and the weather was supposedly cooling off a bit, Nella Lang knew she should be neither hot, nor stifling, barely able to breathe. Where was she, anyway?
The last thing Nella remembered was accepting a drink from the host at a party she had gone to in Southampton, one Ike Walsh. She had gone to the party with a whole group of friends. During the party the host had questioned her about herself, and she had told him what really wasn't too much of a secret. She was living under a guardian's care, a guardian who really didn't care that much, since he received his monthly stipend no matter what kind of care he took of the eighteen-year-old girl. He would be her guardian for another three years, and Nella didn't mind since the man didn't try inhibiting her in any way. Sometimes she would be out of the house for a month or more at a time, and the man never bothered looking for her, never caring one way or the other. Never having grown up with loving parents, Nella, unconsciously seeking love, had been dating a steady stream of boys ever since she had been fifteen.
The trouble with the boys dating Nella was, they weren't interested in offering love. Rather, they preferred to offer sex, and Nella, who had recalled an incident of the older sister of a girl-friend almost bleeding to death because of being deflowered, wanted nothing whatsoever to do with sex. So the boys stopped seeing Nella after awhile, but more boys were always there to take their places.
After all, Nella was five feet-three inches in height, with corn-gold hair that came down past her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes, a short, crinkly nose, and a full pair of lips that looked just right for kissing, and in the mind of many a man it was the idea of her kissing something other than his lips. Nella was a slender girl, with a thirty-six-inch bust, C cups, and a narrow twenty-two inch waist that made her flaring thirty-five-inch hips look delightful. She looked as if she had been poured into the tight, silver cocktail sheath she had been wearing at the Southampton party, and in the beginning she learned that just about all the girls there had one thing in common and one thing only, and that was, they were all orphans. Many of the girls were runaways from step-parents who didn't really care, and others were poor working girls who had to fend for themselves. Aside from being orphans, they all had one other thing in common, and that was, they were all beautiful and well-built.
But after sipping from the drink Ike Walsh had handed Nella, the blonde girl had suddenly gotten very dizzy, and now she had no idea where she was, except that it was dark and stifling, and she was naked.
CHAPTER TWO
A door clanged open, and light streamed in from the hallway. It was dim light, thank heaven, and it didn't sting her eyes. Nella looked around and saw she wasn't alone. There were five other girls in the stone room, all lying on straw covered pallets, all still fast asleep. Apparently she had ingested considerably less of the drug that had knocked them out. By now, she realized her drink had been drugged. She'd only sipped at it twice, but those two sips seemed to have done a whale of a job. She wondered how much more the other girls had taken.
Like herself, the other girls were all naked. Like herself, they were filmed with sweat.
"Come!" the man standing in the doorway said to her.
"Where?" she asked, unable to make him out because his back was to the light, and to look at him meant looking into the light.
"Don't ask questions," he snapped, and she realized he was speaking with some kind of accent.
Something leaped out of the darkness at her, and she felt a sting on her right buttock as leather curled around her for an instant, and was then pulled away.
"When I give you an order, you obey," he insisted. "Come!"
He was insane. He had used a whip on her. How dare he? What was the matter with him?
But she didn't dare argue. As it was a red stripe was forming where the lash had struck. The skin wasn't broken. Apparently he knew how to use that lash.
The stone floor was wet and slimy as she walked out of what was obviously a dungeon. She was in front of the man, so didn't see him as he guided her up the stairs ahead of them, and then into a large room. The room had a multitude of beds in it, all unoccupied for the moment, but it was obvious other women had, at one time or another, occupied those beds. On the tables near the beds were old hairpins, cosmetics kits, shampoos, and clean towels.
"The bathroom is over there," the man behind her told her. "Take a towel, go in there, do what you must, including a long, hot bath. Then go out the door on the other side."
The beds in the room were in rows, like in an army barracks, and the tables were beside each bed. Nella walked to one of the tables, took a folded towel, then walked into what was a large, latrine-like bathroom. Everything, the toilets, the showers, the bidets, everything was out in the open.
It had that bathroom smell to it, which made her nose twitch. Nella wondered where she was. How was it possible for any place on Long Island to have such an appearance?
She made use of the bathroom's facilities, including the deep tub at the far end of the bathroom, where she found all kinds of liquid soaps so she was able to wash herself clean. The soaps smelled like different fragrances, and she also saw different packages of douche, as well. Douche was something she had never used. She was a virgin and had no intention of allowing her maidenhead to be pierced by some artificial piece of plastic, even if it was a tube designed to pour vaginal cleaner into her.
After her bath, she took time to brush her hair before a mirror, realizing she didn't look all that bad, now. In fact, she looked quite good. She wished there were something for her to wrap herself in, but there wasn't even a towel with which to dry herself. She had to settle for a warm air dryer blowing all over her body.
The door at the other end was unlocked, and, taking a deep breath, Nella opened it and entered the room. It was a large, ornate bedroom. The place looked like something out of medieval Spain with a four-poster bed, fancy curtains around the bed, ornate Spanish-provincial furniture, including a dresser, armoire, and two night tables, as well as a desk in the far corner. At the far end of the room were French doors that opened onto some kind of balcony, though the balcony was only three feet off the ground. She noticed the land outside was all earthen. There was no cement.
She was standing at the windows looking out, when a sound made her turn around. It was the man with the whip. The light in this room all came through the large French doors, and she was able to see him quite clearly, now.
"Who are you?" she gasped. "What is this all about?"
He was about five-feet nine or ten in height, with curly black hair, black swarthy skin, deep, brooding brown eyes, a thin nose, and very even white teeth when he smiled at her. He was built slenderly, solidly, with strong arms and thighs, clearly visible because he was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and black shorts.
"Senorita," he smiled, tossing the whip aside for the moment. "Allow me to introduce myself to you. I am your host for the next three weeks, Eduardo Blass."
"Why am I naked like this? Where am I? Why have I been brought here?"
"All answers in due time, senorita," he told her, smiling. "I hope the whip did not frighten you too much, but it is well for you to remember that I have it and will use it if you are disobedient."
"Just what's this all about?" she gasped.
"Be patient and I shall explain," he told her. "First, you are in Panama."
"Panama!" she snorted. "You have to be kidding? How in heaven's name did I get to be in Panama?"
"Come now, you were at a party in Southampton, with all the other young ladies downstairs," he said, smiling. "I am awakening you one at a time so that we may converse privately. You are the most beautiful one of the lot, and so you and I will talk, first. You are here quite simply because you are merchandise. You will eventually be sold to some wealthy person, probably in Argentina, perhaps in Brazil or Chile or Ecuador."
"Sold!" she all but screamed. "But that's impossible. This is the end of the twentieth century, almost the twenty-first century. Things like that just aren't done anymore."
"You are mistaken, senorita," he said, in a quiet, calm, even voice. "In your own country, thousands of girls run away from home every year. They are never seen again. It is safe to say at least half of them are picked up by organizations such as mine, where a beautiful Norteamericana can bring a fortune. Consider yourself very lucky. Had you been at some other party, you might be in Africa or Asia now. You will find Latin America much more to your liking. You see, there are many places in Latin America where women are scarce. Mining towns especially. The owners of these mines and the men who run them are willing to pay considerable sums of money for lovely young girls. If the girls are golden-haired, like yourself, they pay four times as much."
"You must be insane," Nella gasped.
"Insane? Hardly! Rich, yes! You see, chica, this was my father's business, and now it is my business."
"What happens to all these women?" Nella wanted to know.
"What happens to women? They mate with the men they're sold to, they give them many children, and they grow old and die where they are. That's what happens to them. This is what will happen to you. I happen to know of this extremely old man in Argentina who has been lusting after a good golden-haired wench for some time now. He will pay as much as fifty thousand dollars for one such as you, plus all the transportation costs. So you see, you will bring me a good profit, as will the five other women who are in the cell with you, below."
"How many women do you sell a year?" she asked, horrified.
"About four or five hundred," he shrugged. "I do not earn fifty thousand for each woman, but it is enough to say I make between one and two million tax-free American dollars every year. Here, in Panama, we use American dollars."
"What kind of man are you that you would trade in human lives?" she asked, suddenly very angry.
"I am a very pragmatic man," he replied. "Had I left you alone, what would you have done? You would have been some kind of female wastrel, possibly marrying and divorcing two or three, or even more men. You would never have had children, and instead of learning to make one man happy, you would have made many men miserable. You are a parasite, senorita, you serve no useful purpose. Now you will serve a number of useful purposes. First, you will enhance my own bank account. Second, you will make a pleasant bed companion for some man hidden away in the wilds of what you call South America, and third, you will make babies, lots of babies, and learn to be a good mother to all of them. So you see, you will learn, even if by force, to make one man happy, and care for his children."
"There's only one thing wrong with all your figuring," she told him. "Even if I were willing to go along with what you propose, I don't know the first thing about making a man happy. I'm a virgin."
"Ah, senorita, what kind of man do you think I am?" Eduardo asked. "Did you think for one minute I would send out merchandise that I was personally unable to guarantee? Believe me, when the time comes for you to leave here, you will not only be willing to do all the things I have described, but you will be extremely capable."
"I'd rather die than do these things for any man," Nella insisted.
"Die?" he asked. "No, senorita, you will not die."
"Then you'll use the whip on me? It'll take more than three weeks for any broken whip marks to completely heal, and I'll look horrible," she told him. "Your man won't pay fifty thousand dollars for me in bad condition."
"Senorita Nella, please understand, my brother and I, like my father, are expert in making women do what we want. Most women understand this right from the start. They find it to their advantage to obey."
"I'm not a slave," Nella insisted.
"Ah, but you are wrong, senorita, that is precisely what you are. You are a slave, not because you are useless, and not because of anyone hating you, as Joseph's brothers hated him. You are a slave because you are beautiful, and because no one will miss you."
He was right, she realized. No one would miss her.
"I see," was all she said.
CHAPTER THREE
"Do you?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Then you understand that you will do anything I say, or I will use certain methods to bring you around to my way of thinking."
"What would you do?" she asked.
"A few days without food, while smelling the savory sauces that will be cooked for those who are obedient can be most persuasive;" Eduardo smiled. "But why talk of unpleasant things. You'll do as you're told, little blonde one, won't you?"
"Yes," she admitted in a low voice.
"Bueno, I am glad. It would be a shame to have to make you suffer any kind of anguish. Soon it will be snack time, the end of siesta time. That is four o'clock here in El Valle. Supper time is usually around eight. I think that before we have our after-siesta snack, that you and I should remove the initial obstacle to your learning how to be a woman capable of pleasing a man."
"What do you mean?" Nella asked.
"I mean, I took the liberty of having you examined while you were asleep, which is why I was not surprised when you told me you were a virgin," he said. "That piece of membrane has to be removed, and there is only one right way to do it. If you would be so kind, senorita, you will please lie on the bed. You will find me an accomplished lover, and I assure you, you will enjoy it. I have yet to fail to please a woman, even an initially unwilling woman."
"Please ... " she whimpered.
"Oh, senorita, do not be afraid," he said, walking over and taking her arm, gently but firmly. "I promise you, paradise awaits."
Terrified, frightened out of her wits, the poor blonde girl shuddered as she allowed herself to be led to the bed. Her naked body sprawled on the clean sheets, and that was when she became aware of the air-conditioning in the room, for it had made the sheets cool.
"You are afraid," Eduardo, murmured, casually removing his clothing. "You have a right to be afraid. But I shall wipe that fear from you. I shall make of you a loving, responsive woman, and perhaps earn as much as sixty thousand dollars from the Argentinian, when the time comes. But in order for me to do so, you must learn to look at my nakedness with no apprehension, Senorita Nella."
She quivered as he removed the last vestige of clothing. He had a hard, lean, slender body, firm and powerful, and at the fulcrum between his thighs dangled the cause of her fears. At the moment it was a quiescent, shrunken mass with a purple head. Behind it was a leathery scrotum, covered with a tangle of black hairs.
When he lay down beside her, Nella was ready to jump off the bed. She panted heavily, more terrified than ever before, because this wasn't going to be light necking, where she would be able to stop the man from putting his hands on the firm, upstanding white breasts that even as she lay down rose from her body like sand dunes, each peaked with a delightful pink nipple, each nipple surrounded by a large pink circle.
His hands ran lightly over her skin again and again, and each time he touched her she shook. But as time passed, the shivers decreased, and little by little she began slowly, ever-so-slowly relaxing. Soon her flesh felt bathed in a luxuriant warmth, for even as his lips kissed her throat and his hands caressed her arms and belly and legs, he never once touched an intimate area. After what seemed like forever, she relaxed. Against her will and better judgment, her body simply lost all its tension, and when the powerful, handsome Eduardo pressed his hot, hard masculine penis against Nella's thigh, though she initially jumped, she slowly but surely felt her body becoming accustomed to the hot pressure of it. It lay there, against the same part of her outer thigh, for the longest time, and as his hands continued caressing her flesh, lightly running over the hills of her pointed breasts for the first time, she became aware of something new and different beginning to build inside her. Arousal was there. Seething, overpowering, building ever-so-slowly, tantalizing her shuddering form, making her aware for the first time in her life there was so much more to living than she had initially believed.
Nella found herself floundering. This strange man, this man who had caused her to be drugged and brought here, who had stripped her naked while she had been asleep, who had probed her feminine orifices and discovered she was a virgin, this same man was now making love to her, and she was allowing it to happen. Not only that, but nothing inside her allowed her to resist. She was a total victim of her senses, senses that responded to a man's handling rather than rejecting what this man wanted to do to her.
His fingers trailed over her nipples again and again, making them harden and peak, the nubbins swollen and throbbing. She sighed and was amazed at the currents of delight continually wandering through her shuddering body. She was afraid to resist him, she knew that, but aside from that, she almost wanted him to continue, well aware of just what all this was leading up to. Yet she had no alternative.
His mouth pressed itself to her flesh, and for the first time she felt that it was like to have the man kissing her breasts and licking her nipples. More vibrantly wild shudders trammeled their way through her quaking body. She was totally out of control, unable to settle back to her previous state, no longer thinking about the fact that she was a prisoner here, one who would shortly be sold like some object.
Bliss filled her mind as his mouth worked on her breasts, sucking at her nipples, while his hands wandered lower on her body. Delightful charges blasted through her, and maddening delight fulfilled her, causing her to quake. She had her first orgasm merely from having her nipples sucked. It was mild compared to the many that would follow in the days to come, but it was something new, something different, and as a result something wantonly overpowering. It was also a prelude to the more intense feelings already beginning to build in her body. When his fingers ran down her belly, teasing at the hairs on her pelvis, she involuntarily tightened for a moment, but the instant he kissed her ear, she softened the pressure of her thigh muscles, and his fingers gently, tauntingly delved between her thighs and began caressing her inner labia. She gasped, and another bolt of lightning blasted through her as he touched her clitoris. She allowed him to rub the little button until it extended into a pellet, and then she all but exploded as one finger slid partly into the open mouth of her warm, wet, sucking vaginal sheath, while a thumb massaged her clitoris and a third orgasm, more powerful than the others, overtook her.
As he continued fingering her vagina, Eduardo allowed his penis to move over her body, rubbing the hard, long stick of flesh against all of her. At one point, when he moved it between her breasts, she was so enthralled by what he was doing to her, she clamped her swollen womanly hills around the weighty organ, compressing the mammaries with her own hands, barely aware of what she was doing, knowing only that she loved what she was feeling. His fingers, continually titillating her vagina and clitoris, brought her to a fourth orgasm, one more powerful than the others, and as a result, one that made her weaker.
The afterglow of her orgasm was so intense that she was only vaguely aware of Eduardo rubbing his penis between the breasts she had firmly clamped together. Little by little he began sliding his seething cock down her body, and though she missed feeling it press between her throbbing breasts, she was so overcome by the funk in which she was in, she didn't realize what was happening.
Eduardo stared down at Nella with a grim determination, aware of how delightful she was, and how marvelous she would be when he was finally through with her. Yes, she would fetch a fat price, of this there was no doubt, no doubt whatsoever.
His hands were beneath her knees now, slowly lifting them, making certain her feet were flatly planted on the mattress, and then he slowly parted her thighs as he slid between them, his fingers still working magic over her tantalizing body, teasing her belly, her pelvis, her labia, and occasionally even delving between her thighs to sink an inch or two into the wet sump that was her aching cunt.
Air washed across her clitoris, sending static buzzing through Nella's body, the drenched lips of her vagina all but squeezing shut to protect the inner chamber from the air-conditioning in the room. She was floating on a cloud at the moment, and wanted nothing to disturb her. Yet there was suddenly a pressure on her cloud, making her aware of weight somewhere between her thighs, and she gasped, afraid her body would slide from the cloud on which it was riding, and would end up smashing to bits on earth, ten thousand miles below. She opened her eyes, staring upward, and the subliminal spell she had been under suddenly came to an end.
There was Eduardo, his naked body on his knees between her parted thighs, wanton and lustful, his handsome, cruel, treacherous face gleaming with a film of perspiration, for it was obvious that the man, in spite of his supposed clinical detachment, had suddenly become very much enmeshed in what he was doing, and as a result, wanted her very much. He licked his lips with lust, and then Nella's eyes wandered down his body and she felt terror, like an icy knife, cut through her shuddering form. Dear God! What was that? It was so huge, so immense! Was that the fleshy meat roll she had compressed between her breasts only moments before? It was an unbelievably huge doric column of meat, gristle, and blood. At the moment it was mere inches above the golden carpeting of sparse hairs paving the way to her tantalizingly sodden vagina, her virginal treasure trove. It was glistening with its own juices, and she became aware of the sticky wetness between her breasts-the residue from the tip of his penis.
"Your first lesson, chica," Eduardo said to her. "What you must do is always make the man you are with feel he is superior, that he is what you want, what you need, and what you adore. You must let him know with looks, with your touch, but you must also tell him what it is you want most. Now tell me."
"Tell you what?" she asked.
"You are new to this, so I shall be patient. A man likes to hear what you call filthy words. Soon enough you shall learn them in Spanish, but for now it would be wise for you to merely say them in English. The Spanish will come soon enough. Be direct, and tell the man exactly what it is you wish him to do."
"B-but I don't know ... " Nella gasped.
"Of course you do," Eduardo assured her in a calming tone of voice. "This, senorita," he told her, waving his penis at her, "is called my cock. This," he said, rubbing two fingers against her vaginal opening, "is your cunt. When I put my cock inside your cunt, in your language it is what is called fucking. Therefore, what you want me to do is fuck my cock into your cunt. So tell me to fuck you in your cunt with my cock, senorita."
A strong sweeping illness suddenly swept through the body of the horizontal blonde girl. She would have heaved at that point had she been able, but she realized as she lay there that she had been unconscious for much longer than she had believed, and her stomach was empty, at present. She also knew that if that monstrous pillar made its way into the depths of her quivering body, it would tear her to shreds, causing her all kinds of tormenting pain, and she was most definitely not ready for that kind of agony. Her imagination filled itself with images of her vagina being wedged onto that blunt-topped phallus, the organ splitting her apart inside.
"My God, no!" she rasped, feeling her mouth dry and cottony. "You'll kill me if you do that. Please, please Mr ... "
"I am Senor Blass, chica."
"Please, Senor Blass ... I wash myself down there whenever I bathe, and it's hard enough for me to fit one finger only an inch into myself to keep me clean down there. If you try forcing that ... " she was unable to use the word cock ... "into me, you'll split me wide apart. Please, for the love of heaven, don't do it."
The man threw back his head and laughed out loud, the sound like a razor cutting through Nella's ear drums.
"Ah, senorita, you are very funny indeed," he told her. "I can see the tombstone now ... here lies Nella, the only woman in the world who was fucked to death!"
Pressing her heels into the mattress beneath her, Nella did her best to try and slide out from under the man. Her elbows, like ski-poles pressed into the bed and helped her push her way out from underneath. Her buttocks humped up and down as she attempted to wiggle out.
Eduardo's eyes hardened, and he said, "You must learn that when a man wishes to possess you chica, especially a man who has paid the price, then you must be willing."
He suddenly dropped his hand to her vagina, his thumb thrusting into the tiny little opening. At the same time the middle finger of the same hand sought out, and found her anus. With a cruel smile on his face, he drove the finger in to the first knuckle, widening her sphincter, causing pain Nella had never previously been able to imagine. He had her gripped like a bowling ball, and his mean, meaty hand tightly clenched her as if attempting to bridge the gap of her tantalizing perineum.
Nella's head flopped back, and her mouth suddenly flew wide open but the breath had been knocked out of her so she was unable to scream. Nothing, but nothing in the world had ever felt as painful to her. He was digging into her sphincter and her tender vulva at the same time.
"You were saying?" he asked, growling ominously, his voice dripping with anger and the promise of more intense degrees of pain if she didn't comply with his wishes.
The thumb in her vagina was excruciating, but it was still minor compared to the agony tearing through her rectum. The pressure of his middle finger squeezed out what little resistance Nella had attempted to offer. Her fighting thighs suddenly relaxed, falling uselessly apart, spread to their limit in an attempt to ease the vising pressure of the man's firm grip.
"Digame, senorita," he said. "Speak to me!"
Without wanting it to happen, Nella felt the words from her own mouth spilling forth between clenched teeth, sounding to her as if the words were being spoken by a stranger.
"All right, all right ... fuck me ... " she whimpered.
"Where!?" he taunted.
"In my ... c-cunt," she gasped.
"With what?" he asked.
"W-with your c-cock," she nodded.
"Say please."
"Please ... oh, please ... fuck me in my cunt with your cock but don't hurt me anymore!" she begged.
His fingers suddenly let go, and the beautiful blonde Nella lay still, allowing her manhandled orifices to seemingly re-shape themselves, the only sounds in her ears was heavy thumping, originating in her chest from the adrenalin pain had pumped through her system.
Eduardo leaned over Nella's body and said, "If you wish me to be gentle, you must behave. If you resist, you will be treated harshly until you behave."
"I understand," she whimpered.
"Good," he nodded, and to reward her for agreeing with him, he leaned down and once again applied his mouth gently to her left breast, his lips and tongue working on her nipples until seething sensations of scintillating desire once again warmed her interior, though her mind was still filled with the agony he was capable of giving her, as well. He switched over to her other breast, and once more lassitude charged through Nella.
The beautiful blonde groaned and sighed, but at no time attempted to push the man away from her. His greedy lips continually roamed the fullness of her white, upstanding mounds, and her nipples throbbed with unwanted delight, telegraphing a message of tingling pleasure through her flat belly into the depths of her sodden vagina. Her buttocks continued to grind into the mattress in a futile effort to combat the tickling sensation she felt inside her.
The handsome, cruel man levered himself above Nella, his hands digging into the mattress on either side of her head, letting her feel his wrists against the tops of his shoulders. Then he lowered his right hand between their bodies and guided the solidly throbbing penis forward until the rounded tip gently parted the fullness of the lovely girl's fleshy cuntlips.
Nella knew there was no way to avoid this. She shuddered and threw her head to one side as she felt the uncomfortable electric contact against the sensitive, ragged edges of her sodden vagina. She took a deep breath and held it for what seemed like an eternity, lying perfectly still under the utter subjugation of the man, waiting for that final, awesome thrust that would surely destroy her and cause a tearing pain, perhaps mercifully ending this rite of human sacrifice she was being forced to perform.
At that moment the cruel grin on the man's face, the grin of lascivity and patience, faded, replaced by a contorted expression of raw lust. He was unable to stand it any longer, seeing this helplessly innocent young girl spread-eagled beneath him with only the tip of his pointed phallus pressing into the opening of her tender trap. His balls had been stimulated by what he had been doing with her, and as a result demanded that the time had come to make a woman of her. He had to fuck his cock into her, penetrating her to the deepest depths before he exploded. The muscles of his ass clenched tightly together, and he rammed forward with a vengeance.
"Aaaaaiiiiyyyyyaaaa iiiyyyyy aaagggghhhhhh!" the helpless girl suddenly shouted.
The scream was forced from the depths of her lungs, and Nella was certain a red-hot poker had been powered into her, skewering her like a spinning bullet as it pushed into the virginal flesh of her anguished cunt, mashing the barrier of her virginity, and then moving into the flaming soddenness of the tantalizing cavern beyond. The burning ingot of steel plunged endlessly and mercilessly deeper into the tightly expanding feminine channel.
Nella, out of breath, was capable of only groaning at this point, and she twisted in anguish beneath the depraved attack on her unprotected genitalia. Through the failing consciousness of her agonized brain, she felt as if her entire lower body had been lowered into a vat of boiling oil. That tender, flaccid symbol of her helpless virginity had been suddenly and instantly ripped from inside her with one savage thrust. But all she was able to think of was the shock and pain as her body went limp because of the way it had over tightened when he had ripped her inner flesh.
Eduardo's thickly destructive phallus ripped into her vagina with the power of a burning freight train, pushing and plundering the wet walls of her vagina apart, separating the membranes before it as it plundered deeper without bothering to think of any injury it might cause. The surging waves of agitated vaginal flesh rippled before the driving power of the masculine drill, and then suddenly the man's pelvis smacked solidly into her split loins as his balls bounced weightily against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched behind.
Her mouth was half open, the lips agitatedly attempting to define and form words of some kind, but she was unable to say anything, gurgling instead. The spear seemingly ripped through a hundred thousand tiny threads inside her, and now the head of the penis was buried in the depths of her belly, filling the available space while stretching her to make room for even more. She felt the hardness of the penis press against the back wall of her vagina and wondered if he was going to smash through that, as well. At the moment his chest lay heavily on the swells of her lovely breasts as his hands slipped beneath the moons of her delightful buttocks, parting them as if attempting to open her vagina to even greater assault, wanting to sink even deeper into her although the full length of his pike was so far into her it would have been impossible for him to go deeper.
Eduardo now lay still, panting from his effort, his cold, uncaring brown eyes staring down into her wide and pained eyes, seeing the white of her eyeballs until her pupils finally rolled back into place. He was aware of the stiffness in the body of the woman beneath him, straight as a board, afraid to bend, afraid to straighten her legs out, afraid of any movement whatsoever, feeling motion on her part was conducive to even more pain.
Nella was aware of her soft, interior vaginal walls slowly expanding more and more, stretching farther and farther apart in stuttering jerks to accept the throbbing bulk of the invading penis. Her nostrils quivered as they picked up Eduardo's mint-scented breath as he raggedly panted into her beautiful face, his eyes as cold and as merciless as ever.
Nella gasped, feeling a sharp throb inside her as the man flexed his cock inside her. But she realized her inner walls were already beginning to adjust, and though feeling stretched beyond endurance, now enlarged more, and enlarged a bit more easily.
"Ah, si," the man nodded, smiling at her. "You are most definitely a virgin. In the Middle East, as such, you would have brought an untold fortune from some harem sheik, but if I were to attempt to trade there, the competition might take it into its head to slit my throat. I trade in my territory, and they trade in theirs. So, you are most fortunate, Senorita Nella, for in losing your virginity to me, you lose it relatively gently. The sheiks are not known for their kindness and patience."
Nella wondered, if this was kindness and patience, just how much more brutal were those sheiks? It was something she never wanted to find out ... never!
For the moment, the blonde woman was content she was still alive. She was astounded she was still able to see Eduardo's face and smell his breath as the pain within her began to slowly but surely subside. She had survived a killer attack, losing her virginity in much the same manner women in years before had lost their maidenheads when violated by Huns, Vikings, Goths, Vandals, Magyars, Moslems, Turks, Christians, Nazis, and even the Japanese. It really didn't matter, did it! She was fast learning the same lesson all those women had learned. The membrane inside her vagina was a piece of relatively unimportant tissue. Survival was all that mattered-survival no matter what the cost. Women were capable of adapting to the length and breadth of any human penis, surviving almost every time.
Her tears of shame and humiliation continued to pour, unabated, from Nella's eyes. But the continuing flow of tears was not for her virginity, but rather her only way of protesting the outrageous way this evil man had handled her. From what he had told her, even if he did as he wished, if she pleased whomever bought her, the man might marry her. Such a man, in order to buy her, had to be extremely wealthy, and if she were married to him, and he died, all that wealth would come to her. Her mind was already working toward that.
"Believe me, senorita," Eduardo told her in a soothing voice. "The swift way in which I broke your maidenhead was the best way. To have prolonged it would have been to have caused you much more pain. As time goes by, you will come to realize what an accomplished lover I truly am, and when you leave here, you shall miss me."
He pulled his vacuum-sealed phallus back an inch, waited until she had relaxed herself slightly, then slammed it forward. There was no verbal sound from Nella, but the cords in her neck bulged with a fresh onset of pain.
"Come, come," Eduardo smiled. "I know it hurts at the moment, but you must never, but never let your male companion know you are enduring pain. All this is part of the learning process. You must smile and tell your lover how good he is no matter how much he hurts you. So tell me, you think this is good, do you not?"
"Hunh! Yes! Oh, yessssss ... goooooood ... "she cried out, fearing any wrong answer would aggravate the Latin-American and cause him to become excessively brutal.
The man clamped his sticky, wet lips solidly against her own mouth and slowly but surely eeled his tongue between her teeth. He began a slow but sure rocking motion between the beautiful blonde's tantalizing thighs, his fingers folding into the crack between her buttocks as he held her in place and rammed his cock in hard. He continued ramming with mounting abandon, shoving into the depths of the unresisting and beautiful tender flesh beneath him. He was aware of his heated phallus increasing in size and pressuring the walls of her vagina, straining them to the limit as he savagely powered into her. Dios! This was going to be some woman! She was not yet aware of what a marvelous innate ability she had, but Eduardo, who had sampled more cunts in his life than any hundred men did in their entire lives, knew this was going to be a special woman. She would become a masterful fucking partner, and the man who bought her would be fortunate, indeed.
Nella felt the tightness of her narrow interior passage continuing to widen and stretch with each smooth, short stroke the man powered into her, and her mind recalled the lascivious picture of two mating horses she had once seen, feeling her vagina acting as she had seen the mare's hind quarters behaving, the lips of her squeezing cunt clinging tightly to the pumping penis on each outstroke, reversing, and folding in on itself with each inward drive.
There was no way for her to resist the fleshy instrument continually burrowing in and out of her, sinking itself to the deepest part of her vagina each time he powered forward, pinning her hand-gripped buttocks that much more strongly, tugging her against him each time he thrust forward. The wet, slurping sound of his massive phallus withdrawing filled her ears with obscene noises that aroused her rather than repelled her. It was a sound she had never really heard before, and the awareness that it came from the rigid cock pumping madly into her own flesh quickened the involuntary reactions of Nella's previous feelings of helplessness as abuse finally gave way, little by little to licentious flames of desire charging through her blood vessels.
The degradation she had been feeling was no longer any kind of enemy to her. Now it was a pleasurable thrill that licked through her, producing sensations much stronger than those she had felt prior to his causing her pain.
Since Nella felt it was impossible for her to sink any lower in her own estimation of herself, she accepted what fate had decreed for her for the moment, allowing herself to even smile a little because of the unexpected heady experience of turbulence charging through her. Her acceptance of the inevitable sent wildly cold chills running along the base of her spine, and the feeling swelled in intensity as Eduardo set a slow, regulated rhythm, his penis sawing in and out of her steaming womanly trench, the treated sheet below catching her mixture of oil and blood. He skewered her repeatedly, and she found she was no longer able to merely lie there like a lump of meat.
Nella's body began twitching and wriggling in time to what she was feeling, and she groaned as her mouth felt his tongue probing through-a bonus of sensation. Always one to accept what the situation required, Nella responded to Eduardo with sudden and complete abandon as her own tongue attempted to catch the beat of the music coming from the depths of her groin. She began riding the relentless penis, adapting to the gait as if her body were beneath a cantering horse and she was riding him, upside-down.
A low, steady hum of mounting passion oozed from the depths of her chest as her face worked with contorted ecstasy, mouth grinding feverishly against the lips and tongue of this slave trader whose sole interest in her was how best to use her, first physically, then financially. Her nostrils flared as she became more and more aware of acute passion charging uncontrollably through her as perspiration broke out in small beads on her forehead in spite of the air-conditioning in the room.
Eduardo tightened his grip on the beautiful blonde's tantalizing rump, gripping one rounded and full cheek in each hand, feeling the buttocks constantly flex and unflex. He pushed his hands closer together beneath her, moving his fingers between her thighs, submerging his fingers into her cuntlips from beneath, feeling the way his battering phallus crammed itself in and out of her masticating pandiculation. Her labia were like velvet curtains that brushed the sides of his penis as he worked it in and out of her. Eduardo smiled to himself, aware of the muscles tensing in her thighs as her body came more and more to life because of what he was doing. She strove to meet his downward thrusts, making sure her hot, tight, wet vaginal cave had swallowed the full length of cock, pulling it in to the deepest part of her cunt.
Nella no longer felt any kind of discomfort. The groans of pain coming from her mouth had turned to mewls of pleasure, as Eduardo had known they would, having introduced so many virgins to the world of sex. Her mewls poured into his open mouth, and he kissed her that much harder, feeling her mouth tantalizingly respond. She continued wriggling beneath him with an intensity of feeling she had not yet felt, for in spite of the climaxes she had already had, none of them were going to compare with what was beginning to mount inside her. She strained for that climactic peak, knowing it was going to be nerve-shattering, aching to feel it. She had no thoughts at present other than to get the most from being fucked-even if this fucking had been initiated against her will. Her body was responding more and more to what the man was doing to her, giving back to Eduardo the pleasure his driving cock was bringing to her.
Eduardo lifted his cruelly handsome face from her beautiful countenance and stared down the hard, flatness of his stomach as he shifted into a longer, more driving stroke. He saw the way the veins on his glistening cock stood out as he withdrew until only the head of the penis was inside her sucking vaginal mouth. Then he stayed stock-still for a moment, watching the way Nella flailed around, expectantly waiting for the penis to be driven right back into her. Then he slammed it in, and on the crushing instroke, the phallus was totally swallowed alive, as if it were a snake being eaten by a roadrunner. Their hairs were entangled together as his weighty balls smacked wetly against her perineum.
He slid a hand inside the crack between her buttocks, reaching for, and finally finding the tightly puckered brown crinkle of anus cradled defenselessly below. It was stretching with the intense movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins. The man cursed himself for not having kept a feathered tickler nearby, one with a silver ring to slip on his finger so he would be able to apply the feather to her asshole. For the moment she would have to be content with a finger instead of the feather. So he pushed the finger into her rectum with a quick, sodomizing thrust, feeling it buried up to the first knuckle inside her.
"Ahunh!" she gasped in pained surprise.
But the man didn't relax. Rather he thrust harder, shoving his finger in, to the second knuckle. He was enjoying himself, relishing the fact that he was deeply violating her in every sensory orifice at this moment, and she was, or would be enjoying all of it.
"Ggggghhhhaaaannnhhhh!" she groaned louder this time.
Eduardo knew he had the luscious blonde precisely where he wanted her. In fact, she had responded much more quickly than he had imagined she would, and as a result, he was way ahead with her than he would be with some of the other five who were still asleep in the dungeon, below. It was going to be a shame to give this one up, but she would bring in too much money, and if he had kept all the women he had wanted to keep because of their superiority to most of the other females he had fucked, he would probably have a harem to rival that of the fabled King Solomon. She was so good, he was already on the verge of orgasm. He wished it weren't so, because he would have loved plundering her rectal orifice with his penis, too. That would come later. All in good time. For now, he would content himself with this.
He worked his finger around and around inside her rubbery rectum, pulling the elastic softness wider and wider, adding a second finger as his throbbing cock continued slamming into the seething, sucking, wanton depths of her shuddering vaginal well. He smiled when she grimaced, enjoying the fact that she was, for the moment, wise enough not to complain.
The noises coming from the depths of her chest became broken gasps of pleasure as her anus became more and more accustomed to the unnatural invasion. Edurado nodded and smiled even more widely, knowing he had achieved yet another victory in so short a period of time as he felt her starting to slowly rotate her rectum back and forth against his driving fingers as they continued to methodically probe into her warm, rubbery depths. He fingered her asshole in concert with the drubbing his penis was giving her aching cunt, and she twisted and squealed because of the continually mounting pleasure she was feeling in both orifices. Her loins struggled to feel even more.
The handsome Latin flattened his chest against her full and bulbous breasts, feeling her nipples cut into his flesh, and loving every bit of it. Nella felt his weight, and as a result her breathing began coming in heavy, labored gasps. He used his free hand to probe between their bodies, reaching down with his thumb and using it to massage her clitoris, rubbing the swollen bud again and again, making it extend. His fingers were entangled in her perspiration-soaked vaginal hairs as he pushed on the clitoral bud as if it were a doorbell, skimming its surface repeatedly, rubbing it and rubbing it until he realized he was indeed "ringing her chimes."
The pillarly white legs on either side of him flew up and opened wide and she began screeching almost hysterically. She opened herself in total offering to the tantalizing ravishment of her vagina, clitoris, and asshole by the man who obviously knew how best to touch her to bring out the best in her. He was a clever demon, all right, making her feel things she had never known existed, turning pain to pleasure, making her ache for more and more. At this point, she knew she had to achieve orgasm. Her drive for fulfillment surpassed even that of Eduardo as her groin bounced back from each jab of the pounding cock and massaging fingers. Her ass, like a masochistic punching bag, hit the mattress again and again, bouncing up every time.
"Fuck deeper ... " she gasped, speaking of her own volition for the first time. "That's it ... deeper ... I'm going to ..."
Her face was contorted and pale with strain as she kept on driving her body all the more violently against him, the hardened nipples of her breast all but cutting into his chest and making him bleed. She was there, on the verge.
Eduardo pulled his fingers from her tight asshole, making a "sssst" sound as he pulled them out. He put his hands under her knees and pushed them back hard and fast so that they framed her face above her shoulders. The plane of her crotch was there, bare, wide-open, totally exposed as he drove straight down into her, a mad, pile-driving cock that brutally crammed itself that much harder into her.
"Anh ... oooonnnnhhhh ... yessss ... morrre ... good ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh ... don't stop ... don't stop ... don't stop ... " she begged, groaning as if she were in anguish, her hands clawing at his back, a back that had been ripped to shreds by countless other fingernails before. She dug her nails into his buttocks, pulling hard, as if attempting to make him pierce her back wall and sink the penis into her vital organs.
Abruptly her beautiful body stiffened with her legs straightening out behind her head, and it was as if she were hung in the air, her ankles supported by strings, and some invisible thing holding up her buttocks as he sliced into her rapidly. She shuddered uncontrollably.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYY EEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHH UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH AAAGGGG HHHHH-UUUURRRRGGG HHHHNNNNGGGG HHHH-AAAANNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHH-AAAA WWWWAAAAAGGGG HHHHUUUU-NNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAGGGGHHHH!" she screamed, her voice bouncing from wall to wall in the room, echoing and re-echoing again and again.
Eduardo felt her wet and sticky vaginal oils bursting out around the plug of his cock, flooding his loins, washing his thighs down. He let her thighs down and began pumping into her all the more quickly, for now that she had come she would soon be oversensitive and he had to have his own satisfaction. He dug his hard cock deeper than ever into the narrow tightness of her squeezing and demanding cunt, feeling her inner envelope squeeze around the penile length, milking it in the hope of keeping her own orgasm alive. At this point Nella was out of breath and felt it almost impossible to inhale. Eduardo's chest, once again pressed firmly against her breasts, was heaving so hard, she wondered if he would have some kind of fit.
But the insane wildness of her orgasm finally had its effect on the evil slave trader. As her hot, wet, sucking vaginal walls continued tightening around his hard-driving, thrusting, penile power-point, he threw back his own head and bellowed, "YYYYAAAARRRR-GGGG HHHAAAAUUUU WWWAAAANNNN-GGGG HHHHAAAAAGGGG HHHHUUUUNNN-GGGGHHH!"
His pulsing cock exploded insanely into the seething depths of her squeezing vaginal container. His prick jerked and sputtered and spat more and more of the seething oils, the sperm coming from a continuing geyser, pouring into the tightness of her body. Eduardo kept firing until he had emptied his balls into her, and then his testicles twitched, unable to manufacture more, though his cock seemed to be demanding they try. His sperm was forming multitudes of puddles in her feminine depths, and she was so filled with the sperm, he wondered if her belly had swollen as a result.
The two bodies went limp after that. He collapsed on top of her for the moment, drained. Yes, she was good, really good. So few women, even experienced women, had the kind of snapping pussy capable of really milking every last drop of sperm from the body of a man. Her eyes were glazed, and she gasped out what seemed like her first breath in hours, filling her lungs with the smell of sex that filled the room, realizing it was a wonderful smell, and would have been even more wonderful had it been the mingled aromas of herself and a man she might have chosen, herself.
The thick penis inside her vagina was shrinking, softening, and the man finally had the strength to withdraw it. It came out with a wet sucking sound, and when he pulled it from her body, a wet thread of seminal fluid seemed to run from her body to him, like some kind of spidery umbilical cord.
Nella lay there, realizing now that it was over, that she had submitted to a shameful thing, no matter how good it felt. Somehow, in some way, she had to get away from this man. She wasn't merchandise, no matter what he thought.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nella had a long bath after her session with Eduardo, and afterward, she was made to sit by and watch as he deflowered yet another girl. While the second girl was bathing, Eduardo sat with her and the two of them had the after-siesta snack.
"Why did you make me watch?" Nella asked, as they sat across from one another at a table in the dining room.
"I wanted you to understand that you are not what might be termed an "easy" woman. You see, it is most important that all the women I sell, in spite of being slaves, have self-esteem where their sexual capabilities are concerned. If they do not, then what is the use of my selling them? Then must be confident about themselves as women. Now you saw that sweet, brown-haired virgin, si. You saw she submitted to me even more quickly than you did, and she enjoyed it every bit as much as you. In fact, she has you to thank for it being so good, since my taking you first meant I took the edge off being with her, and as a result, took a longer time with her, and she enjoyed it that much more. Both of you will bring an excellent price, though she will not bring as high a price as you."
"I see," Nella nodded.
"I don't think you do," Eduardo told her. "So I am going to make you remain for the next one, as well."
"The next one!" she gasped. "Tell me, are you some kind of superman?"
"Ah, no, chica, I am only human," Eduardo smiled. "What I am doing is allowing my brother, Jose, to have this next one. You see, when I went downstairs before to get this other one, she was not my initial choice. There was this beautiful almond-eyed, chestnut-haired one I wanted, but even after kissing her buttocks with my whip, I was unable to make her move. Occasionally I run into such females. She, too, is a virgin. The remaining three are not, but this one insists on holding onto her virginity. Very well, today she shall keep it, but she shall be sorry."
"Are you going to starve her?" Nella asked.
"Ah no, not right now. That will come later, if she persists afterward. She will keep her virginity in the technical sense, in that a man's penis shall not enter her cunt, or as we say in Spanish, her conio. But her maidenhead will be removed, and I promise, it will not be pleasurable. I want you watching because you will learn from seeing this that disobedience is indeed punished, and it is far better that you see how serious I am by beating some other woman, than being forced to beat you."
"You're going to beat her?" Nella gasped.
"Just a little," he smiled. "Not with the whip. In fact, it is not I who shall beat her, but my brother. Ah, here comes Jose, now."
Nella felt more self-conscious of her nakedness than ever before. The tall man who walked into the room was obviously Eduardo's brother. There was a strong resemblance in many places, in the hair, the eyes, the skin and the mouth. His nose was different from Eduardo's, because it was broader. He was much taller than Eduardo. He came through the passageway alone, wearing an olive-drab pair of shorts and a matching tee shirt. But he bulged with muscles. There was something about him that made Nella's heart skip. She didn't know if she feared him or if she was feeling arousal. In any case, he stopped and stared at her, and Nella had the feeling it was the first time he had reacted this way to any woman. He seemed to be like Eduardo, in that under normal circumstances, a woman was just flesh to be used and sold. But at this moment he was staring at Nella, staring as if awestruck.
"Ay, que linda!" he gasped, "but why did you not wait, brother?"
"This is not the one," Eduardo, a smile on his lips, said. "This one is more intelligent than the other. Not that the other is stupid. But she lacks the common sense to do as she is told. Now you will go downstairs, bring her up, and give her one of your special treats."
"In front of this one?"
"Si," Eduardo nodded. "This one is to be made to understand what will happen if she attempts to back off. There is another one who has just finished showering. Bring her in here so she may watch, too. Then go and fetch the one known as Olivia. She is the tiniest of the four remaining in the dungeon. She is the spiciest, too. You will enjoy taming her."
"Ah, but this one," Jose said, pointing at Nella.
"Today and tonight you have three of those other women to care for, Jose, as I am marshalling my strength to take care of one more, too. However, tomorrow, if you wish, you may begin teaching Senorita Nella. We shall both take turns with her."
But the look in Jose's eyes was more than that of a man filled with lust. If Nella had thought it possible, she would have believed this man to be awestruck. To her, it was obvious his desire for her was far greater than his brother's, and Nella wondered if she might not be able to put that desire to good use and turn brother against brother. Why not!
"Jose, move your culu!" Eduardo snapped.
"Si," Jose nodded, and going to a nearby credenza, took out a pistol.
Nella gasped. What were they going to do to the girl?
CHAPTER FIVE
Less than five minutes later, the sound of bare feet slapping on the stone floor told Nella that Jose was coming with Olivia. She and Eduardo were back in the bedroom. The two of them, along with the second girl Eduardo had deflowered, were sitting on a long divan across the room from the bed.
The moment Nella saw Olivia, she recognized the girl. She was the lively girl at the party, the one who had been dancing, singing, teasing the boys. She had been gay, happy, really living it up, and now, suddenly, just like that, she was sullen, morose, and with every right to be. The pistol Jose was holding made certain the naked girl didn't put up any kind of fight.
Olivia was tiny, perhaps an inch over five feet. She had long, straight chestnut hair that fell almost to her waist. Her large brown eyes had once been dancing eyes but were now sad, doe-eyes. Her nose was small, slightly upturned, and she had a small mouth. From the neck down, she wasn't nearly as curvaceous as either Nella or the other girl in the room. Her breasts were small, firm white mounds topped with two little pecans, over which a splash of chocolate syrup had been poured.
Her waist was very narrow, and she had slender, almost boyish hips. Naked, it was easier to observe how seductive these qualities were in the right proportions. On any other girl such a body might have seemed unappealing. But Olivia had a way of walking and tossing her head and moving her body sensuously so that she obviously aroused quite a few males, and Eduardo, staring at her-himself fully dressed at the moment, felt strongly aroused. Jose kept throwing nervous glances at Nella, as if wishing she were the one, not Olivia.
Jose insisted Nella take Olivia into the bathroom and make certain Olivia was properly bathed. The blonde girl nodded and led the chestnut-haired girl to the bathroom where she said, "Look, Olivia, I know things look bad now, but by fighting them, all you're doing is making it harder on yourself. They've already done it to me ... "
"I know," Olivia said, pointing to the dried blood between Nella's thighs which she had not been permitted to wash away. "Well if they want this girl, they're going to have to work for her, because I don't intend simply giving myself to anyone."
"They're going to have their way," Nella insisted. "If they have a gun, it means they intend using it."
"They'll have to," Olivia snarled.
"Stop putting up such a brave front," Nella insisted as the tub filled with water. "The most important thing is to stay alive. As long as you do that, we can figure some way out of all this. We have three weeks, and a lot can happen in three weeks."
"I'll kill then," Olivia snarled, as she climbed into the bathtub.
Nella climbed in with her, ostensibly to wash the girl's back, but in reality to wash the vestiges of a smashed virginity from her thighs. In less than ten minutes both girls were completely bathed, and this time Nella's thighs were clean, not as before, when, following the bath she had taken after Eduardo had fucked her, a quantity of seminal oil and blood had leaked down and covered her thighs again, and Eduardo had refused to let her bathe a second time.
"Come on," Nella said to Olivia. "Stand in front of the hot air dryer built into the wall, then we'll go back inside. Be smart, and don't fight them."
CHAPTER SIX
Nella was seated on the sofa with Eduardo and the other girl, and Olivia was in the middle of the room with Jose, who had put the gun in his waistband.
"So," Jose was saying to Olivia. "You do not wish to obey us, eh?"
"You've got it, mister," Olivia replied, but her voice was already tinged with a touch of fright.
"The bed is no place for a girl like you," Jose smirked.
"Well, now we're starting to understand each other," Olivia nodded, standing perfectly still as Jose walked over to her.
The big man suddenly seemingly reached out with an open hand, and he slapped the girl on the side of the head, hitting her so hard, fire exploded in her brain. She crumpled to the floor, too dazed with pain to even whimper, but Nella, staring, gasped and half-rose. Eduardo restrained her, shaking his head.
"For one such as you," Jose said, "the floor is good enough. I will not waste a bed on the likes of you."
He proceeded to unbutton his olive shirt, pull it off, and toss it to the side, revealing a hairy forest of a chest.
"Now," he snapped at Olivia, "the time has come for you to learn. Instead of me taking off my pants, you, chiquita, will do so."
He pulled the revolver from his belt, a small nickel-plated pistol, with a long barrel but at this close range extremely dangerous. With the barrel of the gun he tapped his belt buckle.
"Drop dead," Olivia cried.
He pointed the gun at her head and said, "Which one of us will drop dead if I pull this trigger, senorita?"
It was obvious Olivia was now terrified, and the act of bravado was a front. She was up on her knees now, and with the gun pressed against the side of her head, she shakingly reached out and proceeded to try pulling leather from metal. When she looked up at Jose to ask how the damn belt worked, she almost fainted on the spot as she found herself staring into the black eye of the pistol's muzzle as it seemingly stared back at her.
Nella wondered how the girl didn't simply faint dead away then and there. In Olivia's position, Nella would have probably melted into the floor.
Olivia stared into the black center of the pistol and shuddered. She was certain she would shrivel up to nothingness and suddenly be swallowed up by the gun, her body falling into black nothingness. She even saw the leaden tips of the bullets in the chambers as each one in turn seemed to smile at her. The bullets were mocking her, daring her to resist, and she knew it was something she would not be able to do. She was in the hands of a madman, and the thought made her freeze with horror.
Olivia remained on her knees, waiting, thinking that at any moment one of the leaden missiles would come hurtling from the gun and shatter her brain into millions of little pieces. It was a question of shattering her brains or her hymen, and at this point she decided to surrender the latter.
"Ah, senorita," Jose smiled, twirling the gun like an old-time cowboy. "I am an excellent shot. Did you know I can shoot a mosquito in mid-air from fifty feet away? So you see, senorita, do not think of trying to run."
Olivia's hands trembled as they continued to work on the buckle. She shuddered as Jose smilingly ran the barrel of the gun over the side of her face, very lightly. He stroked her throat with it, sending shivers of terror charging through her. Finally she managed to unbuckle the belt.
Then she went to work on the pants. The little hook at the top of the pants was almost impossible to undo, because his pants were skin-tight. But somehow she finally managed to unfasten it. Then she had trouble tugging the zipper down because of the huge bulge in the front of his pants. She found herself unable to suppress a feeling of anticipation at the touch of his heatedly rigid rod of masculinity, feeling the heat from it reaching out to her.
From the way it pressed against the fly, it was obvious the cock was immense, and coupled with the lengthy barrel of the revolver Jose had, Olivia felt the oddest mixture of horror and anticipation. Odd how the hot penis and the cold gun seemed so much alike that that point. Fear and arousal were intermingled in the strangest way inside her, tumbling around and around, like clothes in a washing machine. Dear God! Somehow, help her get out of this! Unlike Nella, Olivia worked for a living, a girl alone in a big city, out for her first party in more than three months, and now this had to happen.
Olivia shuddered finding herself on the borderline of utter panic and the brink of total submission. At this moment there seemed to be little difference between them. Odd how everything felt like the same thing. Her hands continued struggling with the zipper, pulling it open one tooth at a time, finally managing to tug it all the way down.
She noted Jose had no undershorts on beneath. It was possible he had removed them in anticipation of this. At any rate, the penis showed itself clearly visible even as she had tugged the zipper down the last little bit, and never having seen or felt a penis before, Olivia was terrified at the sight of it. Now she found herself studying the organ closely, looking at it in the very late afternoon sunlight streaming through the French doors. The head was almost as thick as her tiny fist, and when her fingers accidentally touched that head, she found it made of a rubbery, coarse kind of flesh that was different from the other flesh on the man's body.
Though Olivia had never experienced anything sexual, she wondered, from having read books on the subject, how it was possible for something as rubbery as a penile head to smash a hymen. Naturally it was attached to a long, thick hose, one which, even at this moment, was solidifying into something rigid beyond belief. But even so, how did something so thick fit into a narrow interstice like her vagina? Often, at her apartment, she would stare at her vagina while sitting in a chair with her hips thrust forward. The little hole at the bottom of the pink slot was so tiny, how was it possible for a penis as thick as her wrist to fit inside? Once, she had tried pushing a forefinger in there and had found it both, painful and difficult.
His pants were down around his ankles now, and the penis, having been freed, flopped around, still not quite hard enough to stand up. But it was definitely thickening and getting harder with every passing moment. That was when it would be as dangerous as the pistol Jose had.
"Now," Jose said, smiling at her, "since you feel your conio is too sacred to be invaded by my prick, we shall use another part of your lovely little body-many other parts, in fact."
Nella stared as the man cupped Olivia's head with one huge paw of a hand and drew her terrified countenance toward him, forcing her to bring her lips against the massive knob of his penis-a brilliant red knob. Olivia looked at the little eye in the tip of the penis and saw it winking at her, tears running out, tears of joy, letting her understand it was weeping with happiness for the entire penis was about to be gratified.
Jose's fingers gripped Olivia's long, brown hair, tugging on it until her eyes were drawn back in slits of pain as he pushed his penis against her tightly clamped lips, making her aware of precisely what it was he wanted her to do.
"Suppose you begin by applying your tongue to it, senorita," Jose was saying. Olivia shook her head, but then the man pressed the gun directly against her head and cocked the hammer with a nice loud click. Olivia's mouth suddenly opened, and her tongue sneaked out and very carefully lapped at the wet tip of the man's penis. "Oh, come now, senorita, you must do better than that. Open that lovely mouth all the way. You must swallow this medicine."
The beautiful chestnut-haired girl squinted her eyes tightly closed and made a sobbing noise. She heard a whirring sound as Jose spun the pistol cylinder against his thigh, and seeing it spin as he placed the tip of the barrel directly between her eyes made her gasp. An overwhelming flash of chilling fear paralyzed her for a brief instant. Compared to the gun, the sight of the thicker penis, staring at her with its tiny sightless eyes seemed much less dangerous.
Eyes tightly shut, she finally opened her lips and very slowly, gingerly slid them around the heated crown of Jose Blass's massive phallus. The sensation was strange, but the moment the meat of his cock was touching her palate, she found it not to be as horrifying as she had initially supposed. In fact, she thought of it as being almost pleasant-that long, smooth, thick warmth seemingly fitting into her mouth with no room to spare, as if it had been designed to slide in there.
She was aware of Jose drawing the phallus back just the littlest bit, and then he eased it forward again, pushing it deeper until the head was at the entrance to her gullet. Her cheeks contracted and her tongue pressed the underside of the mighty organ so that it rubbed against the roof of her mouth. She was able to sense the twitching urethra. She was also able to feel the webbing where the penile head, on the underside, was joined to the rest of the phallus.
Once again Jose slid the mighty weapon of flesh back and out, scraping it lightly against the edges of the ring of her teeth. Then the giant man pushed the penis in again, this time trying to shove it a little deeper. His breathing was hoarse and uneven as he continued pushing the penis in and out, in and out, each time trying to ram it into her gullet, each time feeling her throat resist.
Dear God! Nella thought as she watched. If this is what they're making Olivia do, they'll probably expect me to do the same thing.
The idea of sucking on a penis made Nella internally sick, and yet, it was obvious Olivia didn't hate it. Her lips seemed to be tightening around the penis as she sucked.
Olivia felt the huge penis thicken and swell and lengthen in her gullet until she thought it would split her adam's apple or she would simply strangle to death on the huge hunk of meat. It was alive, pulsating, twitching in her mouth, and the thrusting point was pushing itself that much farther into her esophagus until she thought she would gag. Still the man kept on, staring down at the long mane of beautiful soft brown hair, the forehead almost touching her belly, the front two-thirds of his manhood between her lips, firmly sheathed in the inner scabbard of Olivia's long white throat, a throat that strained to contain it.
Abruptly he pulled it out, just as the beautiful girl felt dizzy and on the verge of passing out. He pushed her down slowly, letting her lie on the floor, following her down, pressing his knees into the carpeting on either side of her head, letting his buttocks rest weightily on her chest. Then he backed up, scuttling back until he was between her knees. Olivia shuddered, thinking he was ready to slam his penis into her vagina. As it was, he rubbed the head of his penis against the lips of her tantalizing pussy, but he didn't attempt to shove it in.
"So you want to remain a virgin a little longer," Jose smirked. "Very well, so we shall try something different."
He grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulder for leverage, then hoisted her buttocks off the floor, pulling her toward him. With his free hand he guided the missile of his cock against the tenderness of her tightly quivering asshole. He pressed the penis against the sphincter, and he began pushing.
"My God!" Nella gasped, realizing the man was going to try and push that pylon into the narrow little aperture of the girl's anus.
Jose shoved again, and the sphincter suddenly, albeit reluctantly, began giving way and the head of the penis began pushing in.
"What the hell are you doing?" Olivia screamed.
"Come now, chica, you said you wished to retain your virginity," Jose smirked. "So we choose another path by which I shall shoot sperm into that lovely body of yours ... at least until tomorrow when we chase your virginity again. This way is just as good for me, and it will be for you, too."
Olivia shuddered, feeling the chillingly moist touch of his penile head as it pushed deeper into this different spot. The resisting walls of her tender interior painfully spread apart before the massive onslaught of the man's thrusting penis. Jose relentlessly continued boring into her rear tunnel, though fucking her from the front way, not even allowing her to bend over and present her ass to him so that she might gain some leverage, herself.
"Ggggghhhuuuunnnggghhh!" the beautiful girl gasped, pain streaking through her as her rectal canal slowly stretched, accustoming itself to the penetration as the tall, evil brother of Eduardo Blass continued making inroads into her.
Olivia shuddered, wondering if she might not be better off taking a bullet in the head and getting it over and done with. Her legs felt themselves being spread farther and farther apart, and she found with her calves dangling over the man's shoulders she actually had some leverage, and as he began sawing back and forth, she found herself moving in rhythm with the man, pressing her firm belly against the hard-muscled stomach of her tormentor. She moved more and more quickly with every passing moment.
Olivia should have hated it, but with every passing moment, she discovered she was feeling the strangest kind of satisfaction. Her face was tightly drawn in ecstasy as she came to like it even more, and she concentrated with all her being on this different kind of penetration. Olivia was aware of her sphincter contracting and massaging the throbbing penis as she pressed and fondled it.
Jose was a study in amazing self-control, thrashing wildly against her teenage body, yet still holding back the torrent of sperm threatening to erupt from his prostate at any moment.
Expecting the man to come, she waited for his explosion, but the funniest thing of all was that she was beginning to feel a hint of something taking place in the depths of her own body-as if she were going to reach some kind of pinnacle. As a result, she pressured her legs all the more strongly against the man's shoulder, egging Jose on to fuck all the more quickly into her rectum. She had no nails, but the tips of her fingers were squeezing her own rear cheeks, jamming and grinding her hips as this weird, different kind of satisfying feeling continued mounting inside her, radiating in an irresistible burning flood of wanton pleasure. She shuddered and suddenly the orgasm, something she had never known before, and certainly never in her rectum, broke over her like a tidal wave.
"AAAAIIIIYYYAAAA IIIIYYYYYYY AAAIIII-YYY EEEAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAHHHHAAA UUUU WWWWWAAAAA IIIIAAAA IIIIYYYY-AAAA GGGHHHHAAA AAAGGGGHHH!" she shrieked, and she strove frantically, feeling satisfaction that the on looking Nella was unable to understand. Nella understood orgasm, but in the rectum?
Olivia suddenly wanted the enjoyable pleasure to go on and on forever and ever. She felt herself capable of sustaining the orgasm until it totally consumed her fevered body.
It was at that moment that Jose suddenly pulled his cock from her rectum, and Olivia felt she had been cheated, unable to totally enjoy her after-climax. The tall, dark-haired man reached down and pulled the rag doll-form of Olivia to her knees, and he snapped at her, "Here it is, sweetheart. You had it in that lovely mouth before, now let us finish it this way."
Though the penis had no sign of fecal matter on it, the mere idea that it had been in her rectum made Olivia shrink away from it. But he gripped her head with one hand and the gun with the other, pointing it at her, and he said, "The time has come, little one. I wish to have your tongue do the licking and your lips do the sucking."
The odd thing was, the only aroma on the penis was a sexual one, brought about by the coating of seminal oil that had leaked from the tip of his penis and had oiled her rectum so that it had covered his hard cock, as well. Still, knowing where it had been made Olivia grit her teeth tightly together.
"Open wide, honey," Jose panted. "One thing you have to learn is that in this place, my brother and I are the supreme rulers, and you will do as we say. Now you have your choice of opening your mouth, or of having me make a brand-new hole in your head."
Gasping, she forced her mouth to open, and she took the length of penile tube inside. As she sucked, she hoped Jose would not go berserk as he attained orgasm and shoot her.
The taste of the penis was once again meaty and overpowering, thrilling her beyond belief. It was salty, yet almost sweet, and she sucked strongly without realizing it. Jose's dangling balls, swinging loosely in their container, continued beating rhythmically against her chin as he crammed more and more of the penis into her gullet, not waiting for the throat to adjust, but simply slamming it inside.
"NOW!" Jose bellowed suddenly and she felt the urethral tube throbbing and twitching, and then, "AAAAIIHIYYYYEEE AAAAGGGG HHHAAAA-NNNGGGG HHHHUUU NNNNGGG HHHHAAA-GGGGG HHHHUUUGGGHHHH!" The thick spurts blasted down her throat with the power of a fire hose.
Olivia continued swallowing and gulping, unable to control herself. All the while Jose continued gasping and grunting as he unleashed the pent-up seed down her gullet. The massively rigid pole of throbbing flesh slowly began relaxing inside Olivia's mouth, and though Jose didn't pull it forward, the penis seemingly shrank right out of her gullet until it hung limply in the soft grip of Olivia's lips.
Then, and only then did Jose withdraw it. Olivia felt dizzy and fell back on the carpeting, not knowing why she felt so aroused at all that had happened, but knowing she ought not to like it. Underlying the feeling of satisfaction was the knowledge that this man was seemingly intent on hurting her in order to maintain his control over her.
Jose sat on the floor, pushing her legs apart so that he was squatting between them. That was when she noticed he still held his pistol, and it was still pointed in her direction.
"You still have a lesson to learn, chica," he told her.
Gripping the pistol by the stock, he slid his trigger finger into place very carefully. He waved the muzzle at her while cocking and uncocking the gun a number of times. Then he began easing the gun forward between her thighs.
"He wouldn't!" Nella gasped, staring, waiting to hear the roar of the gun that might kill the unfortunate girl lying on the floor.
Jose simply squatted there and pushed the pistol ahead of him until the muzzle of the gun was tickling the hairs on the girl's pubic mount. She watched in horror, waiting as he cocked the hammer again, and then began deliberately forcing the tip of the barrel into the narrow strait of Olivia's pussy. Her vaginal muscles felt the rasping edge of the sight scrape over the upper vaginal wall as the icy, spring-steel tension of the unyielding metal slid slowly toward her helpless womb.
Jose grinned broadly and he proceeded to wiggle the barrel, grinning as his thumb rested on the hammer. He then-pressed his finger against the trigger, and the thumb let the hammer ease forward slowly. He pushed the penis-like barrel a little deeper, and Olivia gasped as pain invaded her body. He was pressing the barrel against her hymen, pushing, pushing, pushing a little harder, and suddenly, just like that, the membrane tore, and she shrieked.
"Hush!" Jose snapped, and once more pulled back the hammer on the pistol. The foresight of the gun kept scratching her upper vaginal wall, and the thickness of the barrel terrified her, stretching her internally, making her feel pain she might not have felt had she been deflowered with a penis. The mere knowledge this was a gun, and that it would prod her and possibly go off inside her had her so horrified, she froze, knowing the death-dealing instrument might spit lead into her at any moment. Whereas the ejaculation of a penis might mean the beginning of life, the ejaculation of this weapon meant death.
"Come now, surely you must be enjoying this," Jose taunted, his smile one of total evil. "Just think, this is one penis that has staying power, little one," he told her. "It will never shrink. It will never lose its virility."
Nella stared, seeing the poor girl on the floor turn a pasty white. She pitied Olivia, and for the first time she felt a sense of relief knowing she hadn't had the courage to defy Eduardo Blass, who was seated beside her, his finger dallying in her vagina.
Olivia's eyes were wide with horror and she wanted to scream, but she was unable to do so. Her throat was dry. God! How she wished she would be able to scream, and maybe Jose would pull the trigger and bring an end to her misery. Either that, or have him take that finger of steel out of her vagina.
Her instinct for survival finally got the upper hand. Her only chance to live lay in humoring this man, and so she forced herself to smile, humoring Jose as he slid the pistol in up to the cylinder, noting oily blood was oozing out of her in droplets. She was hoping and praying the man had enough control over the gun to keep it from going off accidentally. If he really meant to kill her, her refusal to be cowed-at least outwardly-by what he was doing would hasten him into pulling that trigger. If he did, the gun seemed big enough to eject a bullet that would destroy her instantly, and she would not feel too much pain.
The continuing presence of the thick metal cylinder, now warmed by her internal being, was having an effect despite the fear which overshadowed everything else. It was as if he was actually fucking her with the gun, and the helpless Olivia suddenly felt her hips rising automatically, coaxingly, feeling the pressure filling her. Jose was taken by surprise, for he had done this many times before with stubborn women, and he had never known one to like it. By now, Olivia was undulating against the penis-like rod.
Olivia totally surrendered herself to the obscene passion burning inside her, forgetting for the moment about the possibility of instant death, death that, at any second might claim her. Jose slid the gun barrel part of the way out of the girl, then quickly thrust it in again, himself breathing heavily, as if the pistol were an extension of himself, and as a result he was feeling what he would have been feeling had he been fucking her. If this were a usable pistol, he would have had some cleaning job ahead of him a little later on, but what none of the girls knew was that the firing pin in the gun was missing, and the bullets in the chambers were duds-not even blanks, just duds.
Sliding his finger out of the trigger guard, he noticed the way the girl was thrusting her hips madenly up and down now, gripping her thighs tightly around his hand. God! If this had been a real gun, there was every possibility it might have gone off.
Olivia had lost all her fear. She no longer thought about the fact that what she was feeling in her body was a pistol. All she knew was that Shockwave after Shockwave of total pleasure ran rampantly through her entire quaking body. Desire built in her, sensations filling her cunt as they had never done before. There was a swelling sensation in her feminine depths, and it continued growing, mounting, enlarging until she felt she had to know what lay at the end of all this. Either she would find out, or she would die in attempting to find out. The steel phallus within continued madly rubbing and scraping her inner self as she willed it to grow larger, not realizing, in the depths of her passion, that what she wanted was impossible.
Olivia moaned and writhed, clamping her thighs tightly around Jose's delving hand, compressing her loins that much tighter, her feet pressing flatly on the floor to give her leverage. Jose noted with delight that the lovely chestnut-haired girl was gripping her own breasts, her fingernails digging into the creaminess of the white, smooth mounds, leaving little red marks. She continually caressed her stomach with her right hand as the other continued digging its nails into her breasts. Then her fingers slid down to her clenched thighs, reaching for, finding, and fondling the extension of her clitoris above the gun barrel that continually moved in and out of her vagina. She was babbling uncontrollably now, muttering, "Unnnnhhh ... please ... yessss ... more ... hhhaaannnhhh ... oooonnnnnhhhh ... please ... " as if whispering to the gun and endearing herself to it.
Her orgasm was mounting, swiftly, certainly, definitely, and Jose watched with continually mounting delight, knowing he was bringing her vaginal satisfaction in spite of herself, giving her an orgasm, ripping out her cherry, and yet she was technically a virgin in spite of it all, because no penis had, as yet, entered her vagina. Olivia melted into a pool of uncontrolled bitch-heat, willing the orgasm crawling up on her to overcome her with all her being, relishing the pain and the pleasure created by the hard steel cylinder inside her. Her inner fluids saturated the barrel of the pistol Jose was using, dripping all over the cylinder, as well. That mighty point of steel that was the gun's front sight rose like the fin of a great shark and scraped her sensitive upper vaginal wall, creating unbearable sensations of overpowering rapture within her.
Her orgasm finally overwhelmed her, and her mad, wild thrashing made Nella cry out with fear, afraid Jose would be so overwhelmed by the movements of the girl, he might inadvertently pull the trigger. Nella had no way of knowing the gun was incapable of firing, and even if it were, the bullets had no gunpowder in them at all. Jose's hand clenched all the more tightly around the gun butt, feeling her vaginal fluid making the grip very slippery. He pulled the gun almost all the way out, then rammed it in again, out, then in, waiting as she hit that last shuddering convulsion of fulfilled sexual accomplishment. She was in total ecstasy now, completely out of her mind with wild abandon, rutting instantly like a tabby cat as she shouted, "GGGG-YYYYY AAAAGGGGGHHHAAAA IIIYYYYY-AAAAA GGGGHHHYYYYYAAA NNNNGGG-HHHHHHHH!"
She collapsed, panting and out of her mind, rung out as if a pair of great hands had grabbed her body, twisting half of her one way and half of her the other way, until all the moisture had been squeezed from her.
Olivia simply lay on the floor, and Jose was overwhelmed by her performance, as was Eduardo. In fact, Eduardo, who had been watching very closely, was even more overwhelmed than his brother who had been using the gun.
Jose now withdrew the pistol and was given a napkin by his brother so that he was able to wipe off the gun. He rose, walked over to the drawer from where he had originally taken the gun, and put it back.
Olivia lay there, almost in a trance, well aware the younger, taller brother had done all this to make her understand who was boss. But she also saw the face of Eduardo, and she realized the older brother, who was the real power, was the one on whom to work. Just why he might succumb to her where he had turned away from so many others wasn't clear to the chestnut-haired girl, but she felt confident she would win.
CHAPTER SEVEN
An hour later, all three girls were forced to sit and watch as Jose "broke in" the fourth girl, a girl who hadn't been a virgin to begin with, and one who seemingly understood, as the second girl had understood, that she had no choice but to obey. Then they broke for supper, a meal of ground corn, frijoles, spicy meat, and lots of cool sangria.
After dinner, at about nine o'clock, the four women returned to the large bedroom, where the two brothers took their pleasure with the last two girls, both of whom had been awake in the stinking dungeon for some hours now, and were only too happy to do anything to get out of there.
That night, Eduardo once again took charge, saying, "You girls will sleep in the barracks that have been provided for you. You will not be chained or bound in any way, but do not try to escape. You will find it is futile."
But both, Nella and Olivia were determined to get away. Neither of them had any desire to be any man's slave. They joined the other four girls in the room with the beds, and they lay down on clean sheets, realizing the Blass Brothers thought of them as valuable commodities, and treated them as such. They would continue being treated like harem girls, enjoying luxury, but at the price of fucking and sucking their masters until the two men felt all of them proficient enough to be sold.
While Jose had gone out, and Eduardo had been talking with the last two girls, Nella had taken the opportunity to examine the desk where Jose had put away the gun. It might be a good idea to take the gun with her when she tried making her escape from here. But while looking through the desk, she came on a book of records, and in it were listed the names of the various buyers with whom Eduardo had been dealing during the past year. There was also a list of potential buyers, and now, next to the name of one Don Julio Alvarez, Argentina, Eduardo had marked Nella's name. Although the sale of Nella to the Don was not yet a certainty, this was the man who would get the initial opportunity to purchase her. At least it was better than some of the other men listed; men who lived in tiny villages in Central and South America, all of whom either owned or operated mines, none of whom had any women. Nella was able to envision these towns and villages, each with a hundred thousand flies and mosquitoes for every human being and animal-hot, dry, dusty, smelly, and extremely uncomfortable.
Nella also noted four of the other girls had their names marked beside some of these mine owners, but she also noticed Olivia's name was conspicuously missing. She wondered just why that was.
Returning to the other room where the girls were being lectured by Eduardo, she unnoticeably slipped into the bed that had been earmarked for her. She was thinking.
Unlike Olivia, Nella, who had been fascinated a bit by Jose, hadn't noticed that the man was also fascinated by her. If she had, her desire to escape would have been tempered.
Jose Blass was completely fascinated by the golden-haired girl as he had never before been in his life. It was the beginning of love, though Jose didn't realize it yet. Jose had no thought for profit where Nella was concerned. Eduardo, on the other hand, had allowed himself to become enamored of Olivia because Olivia, with her chestnut hair, looked like only too common a commodity to the undiscerning, and Eduardo was fully aware of the fact that Olivia would not bring that good a price. What a shameless waste of female flesh that would be, for she had shown herself to be as responsive a woman as Nella and Nella was one of the most responsive women Eduardo had ever fucked-and she was exceedingly beautiful, even if her body was slightly undersized when compared to Nella and the other four women. After all, in spite of an occasional French lay, a woman didn't really fuck with her breasts. No, it was the conio that mattered most of all. Olivia had an extremely receptive cunt, and now that Jose had used his gun barrel to remove her maidenhead, the girl would never be able to blame Eduardo for deflowering her. But Eduardo was already pragmatically entranced by the girl and determined she would eventually become his mistress and bear him children to whom he would be able to leave part of this business when the time came.
By the same token, Jose was dreaming of Nella, deciding she had to become his, no matter what Eduardo wanted. Though he had not seen his brother take the flower from within the golden-haired girl, he knew just by looking at her that she was what he wanted. From now on, no one other than Jose would minister to Nella.
Though Olivia knew Jose was entranced with her, she was still determined to escape from here. She didn't relish the idea of being any man's chattel, even if the man was in love with her and eventually willing to provide her with luxury and a wonderful life. Olivia cherished her freedom most of all.
She lay on the cot with its firm mattress and stared at the ceiling as Eduardo put out the light, thinking she had to somehow or other make good her escape. The idea of escape had her too overwrought to fall asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Although Nella was unable to tell what time it was, she knew it had to be the wee hours of the morning. In another two or three hours daylight would appear. Like Olivia, she had been too overwrought to sleep.
At last, unable to stay in bed any longer, she rose, went to the bathroom in case anyone might be listening, emptied her bladder and made sure to double flush so that people who might be listening would think she was occupied there for awhile, and then she began exploring the building wherein she and the girls were. She avoided the large bedroom where she knew Eduardo would be sleeping. Her bare feet on the floor made no sound, and she had taken a sheet from the bed to cover her nakedness.
She wandered from room to room, realizing she was in a large hacienda, one that must have been built many years before. It was when she found the front door that she was startled by another apparition in white, and she realized it was Olivia, also wrapped in a sheet, looking for a way out.
Nella shook her head when pointing at the door, as if to say it might creak when it opened, or the sound of bolts being drawn back might be heard in the house. She led Olivia to the large morning room to the left, and there they found French doors leading out onto a small balcony. Olivia opened one of the doors, the two girls stepped out, Nella closed the door behind her, and the two of them stepped down on to the dirt three feet below the stone balcony. They began walking quickly, their bare feet unused to the ground, the pebbles, and the grit, and as a result they were hobbling before they had gone a half mile. Nella pointed to some turf covered with high, wild grass, and the two of them began walking through that, finding the going somewhat easier. They passed a number of small peasant huts, and Nella noticed there was a lot of clothing left outside on lines to dry overnight. She and Olivia dropped their sheets and put on two peasant dresses they found, but they were unable to find coverings for their feet.
The two girls hurried away, moving upward, following a dirt road, thinking this had to be the logical way away from here. They walked for more than three hours, and they saw the sun rise to their right, in the east. They were heading north, and ahead of them they saw huge mountains, and realized they were in a valley surrounded by the mountains. Eduardo had referred to it as El Valle. The valley.
The trail they were on led through the mountains, and to get out of this valley one had to cross all the mountains. The two girls moved quickly, as quickly as possible. The pebbles in the road cut their feet, but neither girl was willing to slow down. As the day went on, they saw peasant carts traveling the road, and they tried asking for a lift, but none of the peasants understood English.
It was a little before noon when the large white Rolls-Royce came zooming along the road behind them and pulled up. The two Blass brothers jumped from the car and ran to the girls, both of whom were all but crippled by now. They grabbed them and tossed them into the car, then turned around and headed back the way they had come. It took less than an hour-and-a-half to get back.
The other four girls were seated on the large divan in the huge bedroom when the two girls were brought in. Eduardo turned to the four and said, "I want the four of you to see what happens when you try running away. Aside from the punishment, their feet are torn to shreds. But now will come the real pain."
CHAPTER NINE
"I am sorry, Senorita Nella," Jose was saying to the blonde girl. "But if we permitted you to get away without punishment, it might encourage the other girls to try running away. I hope you understand, I do this with a heavy heart."
They were in a small, private room, a room with a grille on the window to prevent Nella's trying to climb out. Olivia had been led to a separate room. Both rooms had small toilets in what amounted to closet-sized rooms, and a small sink, but no shower or tub.
"What are you going to do?" Nella asked, aware of her nakedness now that the brothers had removed the clothing she and Olivia had been wearing. She was breathing heavily, partly from fear, but partly from being alone with Jose. There was something about the man, in spite of his cruelty to Olivia, that made her feel drawn to him.
"I must beat you," he told her. "This will ruin my brother's timetable, for the marks on you will not heal for some time, and because of that, he will not be able to sell you until then."
There was a gleam in his eye, but not one of sadism. Nella realized Jose was happy, deep down, that she would not be leaving as quickly as most of the other girls.
Jose produced a cord from his pants and said, "Please turn around, Senorita Nella."
"That isn't necessary," Nella told him, her tone making it understood she was willing to undergo punishment at his hands.
"What I will do will hurt," he told her, and roughly spun her around, binding her wrists behind her back. His tough treatment of her angered Nella, and she began kicking at him. Jose was forced to hurl his weight on her and press her, face-down, on the small straw-covered pallet in the room. She struggled until she was out of breath, snarling, letting him know how angry she was at being treated like chattel. When she was out of strength for awhile, he got to his feet and quickly undressed. His penis was close to her face, and Nella had a really good look at it. It was slightly longer and thicker than Eduardo's, circumcised, which was unusual for a Latin-American, with a rich red tip, standing above a set of large, fur-decorated testicles. Though the heavy balls promised virility on the part of the man, Nella was already aware of how virile this man and his brother were.
He sat on the edge of the cot and he pulled her over his knee, her face staring at the floor. Her rump was raised, nicely rounded, the two white hillocks swelling and beckoning to him.
Nella felt his hands caress her asscheeks, and she shuddered, because there was something about Jose's touch that was totally different from that of his brother. His fingers caressed the fullness of the flesh, running gently in the crack between them, and she panted and sighed, because there was something pleasurable in this that she had never known before.
Then his hand was gone. She saw his shadow on the floor of the room as his hand picked up a leather belt, and he said, "With my abject apologies, Senorita Nella, but this must be done."
The strap came down on her bottom, making a loud, sharp, cracking sound. Her buttocks turned white for a moment, and then the outline of the strap appeared in red.
"Yaaaahhhh!" Nella cried out, stiffening as much as she was able, considering she was bent over Jose's lap.
"You behaved like a twelve-year-old instead of a mature woman," Jose snapped, "and so you shall be punished the same way."
Again the strap came down, sharply cracking against the rounded upturned swells of her lovely bottom. Fire was blazing uncontrollably in her ass, the fire of pain as her superbly displayed asscheeks began thrashing about as if like two living eggs.
"Oh, no!" Nella cried out. "No! Don't do this! It hurts!"
But he closed his ears to her pleas and began swatting in earnest, the strap rising and falling on her tender buttocks again and again, lines criss-crossing her flesh, causing welts to appear, and then causing the skin to crack, and blood to seep out. He refused to stop, and Nella, through it all, felt agony, but under the agony she sensed something else. Jose wanted her to stay here, as well. She knew long before she was healed, he would find yet another excuse to punish her, so that her skin would not be unblemished at any time.
"Count!" Jose yelled, as he landed the tenth lash. "That was number ten. I shall stop when I have lashed you thirty times."
In spite of everything, Nella found herself counting under her breath. Her long blonde hair fell around her face, hiding her tear-stained countenance from the sight of the man beating her. She shuddered for she realized she was some kind of masochist. Through the pain another feeling was making itself known. A warm glow suffused the cheeks of her behind as the two egg-shaped swells arched and reared and jerked and shuddered, throbbing and burning from the leather hitting them.
At the count of twenty, Jose paused for a moment, his arm tired as he stared down at the bleeding, inflamed spheres of fire that were her ass. She felt him caressing the sore cheeks with his hands, and through the agony she was aware of how soothing it all felt.
Then he resumed beating her, the slaps resounding through the small room. They landed with echoing snaps. Following each blow, her reddened asscheeks jumped, clamping against one another as she felt trickles of blood from the open wounds, and then she slowly let her buttocks relax and fall apart. Tears fell from her face in heavy sheets, dripping to the floor of the tiny room, a bare wooden floor with possible splinters in it. Blisters raised on her buttocks, only to be broken with the next wallop. Her breathing was panting and hurried and she felt a combination of inexpressible shock and overwhelming desire for the man. He was not only hurting her and humiliating her, but he was arousing her, and doing it with great efficiency. In addition, she was aware of her own inner arousal as she felt his penis throb against her belly.
"Twenty-five," Jose said aloud. "Si?"
Nella was unable to do anything other than sob as she dangled loosely over the man's lap. He gave her five more, listening to her continuing cries, cries that seemed to come from her very heart.
She lay helplessly across his lap, now totally submissive, if only for the moment, feeling humiliation, trying hard to clamp her thighs together, ashamed that she felt arousal from being so soundly whipped. He soothed her well-pounded rear-end, his hand smearing blood all over the cheeks as he rubbed soothingly, and she felt that arousal continuing to build higher in her.
He was certain she was not aware of her own relaxation. This was a kind of punishment he had administered a few times before, and though the other females had responded in a like manner, he had never been able to "feel" their arousal as he "felt" this one's. Her large, white thighs separated more, and the emphatic crack in her jutting ass widened all the more, displaying even more of her swollen private parts. Curly strands of hair, like golden thread appeared between the lower curves of her hind cheeks, and soon he was staring at the sun-gold swell of her genital bulge.
He didn't see the inner lips, the outer labia were so puffed up they looked like little pillows, so well-stuffed, the seam between them was barely visible. Yet the leakage from her cunt was clear to the eye, and Jose knew how aroused she had become because of his beating. His staring at the throbbing pussy filled him with even more arousal.
Nella knew the beating was over, and wondered why it was she felt something for this strange, evil man who had whipped her that she had never been able to feel for any other man. Granted his brother had made love to her and had aroused her, but the feeling she had for this particular man had come about long before he had touched her, and his touch, to her, felt like something special.
The moment his fingers reached in and touched her pouting vaginal swell, she gasped as electrical delight went shooting insanely through her. An instant later, as he tickled her pubic mound, she realized she was letting him know how much she enjoyed his touch, and that was something she ought not to do. She tried clamping her thighs together, but he hooked a heel over one of her ankles and that leg was held apart from the other.
"My God!" Nella gasped. "Is this part of the punishment?"
"No!" Jose responded, rubbing her cuntlips. "This is because I cannot help myself. I find you impossible to resist. Were you not valuable merchandise, you would be my woman now."
Now Nella knew his feelings for her were very strong. She wasn't certain whether it was pure lust or if it was something stronger, but she intended playing on those feelings, possibly in order to win her freedom, but if that was impossible, she would make him want her so much, he would either never want to be parted from her, or, even if Eduardo succeeded in having his way and she was sold, he would never forget her. Even so, she mustn't make it look like she was an easy, willing conquest. No matter how much desire she felt for the man, she had to put up a front and make him think she was not some easy tramp his beatings and caressings would win over.
So she grunted and sobbed, pretending to shiver with fear while she actually trembled with desire as his fingers tickled their way through her sparse, silken hair, tracing the bulge of her feminine split-purse, teasing at the seamed center.
Jose stroked down the center of the warm, supple, and extremely tightly clenched labia, and then he pushed a finger between them ... letting it slide between her inner pink lips as well, and into the rich succulence of a wet cunt.
"Unnnnhhh ... oh no ... no ... no ... oh, God ... no ... don't ... " she gasped.
Jose refused to verbally respond. The activity of his delving hand, the intense internal heat, and the marvelous softness of her dribbling cunt had become overpoweringly stirring for him, and he had no intention of wasting time with words. He pushed his fingers deeper into the slavering pink cleft, wiggling the fingertip around inside, then pulling it back until he was able to touch the little bulb of swollen flesh on top, making it shudder and extend itself. It twitched spasmodically at his touch and tried pulling away, her feet pressing against the hard wooden floor.
Searing thrills charged through Nella as Jose continued tickling her clitoris. Another of his fingers pushed into the narrow strait of her seething, bubbling cunt, and he became aware of just how tight she was in there. As he continued stroking his finger in and out, her labia filled with blood and swelled some more, as did her clitoris, the latter rearing up from a hooded frenulum, erecting to its full length, making Nella sigh.
Clear, slippery oozing liquid continued flowing from the wet, burbling parting sweetness of her upended vagina, and though Nella tried to keep up the pretense of agony, all she felt was delight. More and more of the hot, oily juices flowed from within her. The aperture between her labia widened farther apart. Slowly, though she tried fighting it, Nella realized she was feeling an incredible sense of pleasure not even Eduardo had been able to build in her. He rubbed with a clever gentleness, caressing her clitoris repeatedly, making it stand straight up like a throbbing little penis. Quivering quake after violent shake went trammeling through her body. Rippling sensations of sheer ecstasy blasted through her. A great knot seemed to coil in the depths of her lower body. She continually panted and gasped, and still the tall man whose legs she lay across continued his tantalizing ministrations.
Jose refused to stop until he had attained the goal he was seeking. He had a sense of awareness with Nella he had never had with any other woman, and he seemed to know when he had achieved his goal. She was moaning, inwardly contracting, and then, "AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAA GGGGHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGG HHHHAAAAIIIIIYYYY EEEEAAAA-GGGGG HHHHAAAGGH!"
It was an orgasm that filled her with the greatest utmost pleasure, and she shuddered with a sense of delight Eduardo had never been able to produce in her. Jose had done more with his finger than Eduardo had done with his cock. In fact, knowing how cruel and vicious this man was, she felt more attracted to him than ever. She had never known the gun she had been carrying was a harmless weapon because it had never occurred to her to try and use it, and when he had taken it from her when first bringing her back to the car, she knew she wasn't capable of killing anyone at any time.
She lay there over his knees, a helpless prey to the frenzied pulsations of raw rapture that had charged through her body, heightened, not lessened, by the pain this man had made her feel. He was a bullying savage, and yet she was unable to keep herself from feeling strong sensations concerning him. Her legs fell limply apart, and her weight seemed to increase. She groaned, sighed, then sighed again. Maddening thrills rocked and spasmed through her, one after the other.
Then and only then did Jose lift her from his lap. He made her lie down on the pallet in the room, facedown. His hand ran over her smooth, white back, and he caressed her ass again and again, noting the cuts were already forming scabs. They would take some time to heal.
Standing, he went to the bathroom, wet a paper towel, and brought it to wash her buttocks, removing all the dried blood. He made sure she was completely cleaned, then said to her, "What I do now, senorita, I do for myself, and not because I wish to inflict punishment on you. I think you must be a bruja, a witch, for I have never felt such intense desire for a woman in my life."
CHAPTER TEN
Eduardo Blass was more angry at himself than at Olivia, and his anger stemmed from his desire for her. The desire was for more than her physical being. After all, in the next three weeks he would be able to fuck her silly, and then sell her for ten thousand dollars to some grizzled prospector. But Eduardo's anger stemmed from his wanting to have Olivia desire him. More, he wanted it to be something other than a temporary relationship. The man was now thirty-three, and he needed sons to follow after him and keep the family business going.
Alone in the little room where he had brought Olivia, he waited until she nakedly emerged from the closet-like bathroom, and then his anger at himself for wanting her became so strong, he slapped her across the face-hard. She went reeling across the room and landed on the straw pallet that passed for a bed. Then he pulled off his belt, and standing over her, proceeded to whale the tar out of her, criss-crossing lashes on her white skin, marking her all over, marking her shoulders, her arms, and her thighs, knowing with such visible marks on her, she would not be salable.
Dropping the belt, he strode over to her, gripped her by her sore shoulders, and lifted her up. The frightened brown-haired girl wanted to cower away from him, but the touch of his hands on her shoulders was too much. For the first time in her life, the young girl felt something other than disdain for a man. It was too soon to call it love, but she did know it was something strong, something vibrant, something important.
His arms locked around her like oversized mandibles, making her gasp out an, "Oh!" just before his lips came crushing down on hers. She tried pulling away. Just because she felt something different for this man was no excuse for him to behave as he had. To begin with, he traded in human flesh, which, in her eyes, was disgusting. Then he had beaten her for trying to escape. Did he think she wouldn't try getting away? It was her right to try and escape.
He held her close to him, his mouth solidly locked on hers, his arms squeezing her more tightly. She vainly tried pushing him away, her hands pressing against his shoulders, but he never even noticed.
Eduardo tightly clung to the squirming little creature, refusing to release her, knowing she would stop struggling in a moment. His macho image of himself had him convinced he would be able to win her over, but even as he thought this, he knew it was much more. He had feelings for her-feelings he had never had for any other female. All other women, many younger than this one, many prettier, almost all of them better-built, had passed through this hacienda in El Valle on their way to enslavement in South America. He had fucked them all, in essence loved them all, had even had feelings for quite a few of them, yet none of them had affected him as this one did.
She was soft, tender, as he had known she would be. He felt the swells of those small breasts against his chest, the nipples gouging holes in him the like of which he had never felt before. He had to cup them in his hands and kiss them with his lips.
Olivia pushed and pushed, but soon found she was unable to budge the man. She was aware of the strong muscular arm behind her back, gripping her two wrists at the moment. His free hand had found her upthrust breasts, and his fingers caressed them, fingers fluttering tenderly over them as if they were two delicate birds who would be crushed if he squeezed the littlest bit too hard. Her breath came even faster through her flaring nostrils, and she smelled the clean smell of after-shave and soap on him, hating the fact that he held her as easily as he would a struggling child. Against her will her nipple extended as his palm continued caressing it. Her entire small breast snuggled into his palm, as if made to fit there, and she kept screaming in her own head that this vicious bastard didn't deserve to have her. She hated him, and yet she knew deep down it was the reverse. Still she struggled, refusing to willingly surrender herself. If he wanted her, he would have to rape her. There was nothing she could do about it. He was too strong for her. After awhile, she went limp in his arms, hoping this monster who had kidnapped her and who had brutally whipped her would take mercy on her. But deep down she didn't want mercy. Her subconscious wanted loving, for if, by some miracle, she was able to win this man over and split him away from his brother, then her own future would be more secure. She had no desire to be sold into slavery like some animal.
"This is much better," Eduardo murmured, feeling her going limp in his arms. Her breast continued swelling in his palm, and he decided that even if it wasn't a large breast, it was a round, well-shaped breast, and it felt so good.
He pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, between her little white teeth, and he was surprised that her breath tasted good. He continued caressing her breasts with his free hand, also running the hand over her flat belly again and again. She was limp now, but he knew from having witnessed what had happened when Jose had used the gun on her that she was a wildcat when aroused. But he would have to be careful that when she did become aroused she didn't use her nails on his face. It wouldn't look seemly for the other women to see fingernails scratches on his face. He had to look like a totally dominant man at all times.
The beautiful Olivia no longer knew what to think. Her mind was whirling, bouncing back and forth between hating this man and wanting to love him and capture him for herself. Common sense told her countless other females must have tried it over the years, and failed. Why then, did she have this overpowering belief that she would succeed? She held her breath as he continued caressing her breasts, making her nipples so turgid, she thought they would pop at any moment-two extended brown buds, looking like coffee beans ripe and ready to be ground. His was only the second male hand to touch her breast-Jose's having been the first-but it was so different from the way Jose had touched her, and she felt so much overpowering electricity shooting through her as he caressed her mammaries again and again. His hand was talking to her in a language she understood as clearly as she had not been able to understand Jose. Blood rushed through her nipples over and over, causing them to expand to a far greater size than they had ever previously been, until she was afraid they would literally burst. A pervading warmth and tingling ran through her quaking body, spreading from that nipple in rippling waves. Sensations reached right down into the soles of her feet as well as to the roots of her hair. Olivia sensed a point of no-return being about to be reached. If she didn't stop him now, not only would he physically possess her, but he would become part of her, as she would become part of him. She had to try and stop him, now! It too all her strength to pull her lips from his.
"No ... please ... beat me if you wish, torture me ... but not this, don't do this to me," she begged, and he knew she was feeling what he was feeling.
His hand came up to cup her face and she stared into her bright brown eyes with his own evil glare. His eyes, staring at hers, spoke the same language his hand had spoken to her breast, a language she not only comprehended, but responded to.
"No digas nada, chica! Hush!" he told her, his voice a fierce whisper unable to hide the first hint of gentleness in him.
Olivia stared back at him, a complete slave to him, still terrified, but feeling a tingling sense of arousal and excitement because she knew right now this would play itself out right to the end. His thin lips began to softly kiss her cheeks, and she shut her eyes as she inwardly shuddered, feeling seething sensations flash uncontrollably through her quaking body.
"Oh ... please. . . Senor Blass ... Eduardo ... " she said, daring to use the first name she had heard his brother use.
An enervation slowly seeped through her, turning her legs to rubber. She was aware of moisture between her thighs, and she knew what it was. Technically she was still a virgin. No penis had yet claimed her vagina, and now this man's was going to, and the shameful thing was, she was actually responsive to his wants and needs.
"I hurt you a minute ago because I had to," he told her. "The other women must understand that escape is something that will be punished. They will see the scars, the cuts, the bruises, and it will be enough. But now I wish to take away all the hurt, senorita."
His lips kissed their way down her slender throat, while his hand continued roving over both her naked breasts, aware of the way they involuntarily quivered. He was aware of her breathing intensifying as he continually kissed his way over the lovely contours of her cheeks, her ears, and her neck. It was as if he had waited an entire lifetime for this lovely woman, and she was indeed someone worth waiting for.
Her breasts, though small, were beautiful. They rose like small hills from her narrow rib cage, and right now they were heaving as her nipples swelled, the blood in them turning them from soft brown to a reddish-brown, tiny stiffened fingers extended in burning desire. The man felt his own interior furnace blistering with white-hot flame, his penis stiffer than a crowbar, hammering in pulses inside his black shorts, trying hard to escape the painful prison.
"Uuuuunnnhhhh ... hhhhaaannnnhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh ..." she breathed strongly as she felt his mouth close damply around her extended nipple.
His tongue washed the flesh making circular movements, swirling around and around the little nubbin. Olivia's eyes were tightly closed to shut out everything other than the feeling of his heated mouth that continually worked on her breast as his hand constantly caressed the one his mouth didn't touch. It was as if he was sucking milk from the chalice of her small breast, letting it be fed into his voraciously sucking mouth.
Her hand fluttered feebly, trying to move, and he sensed she would be more amenable now, so he released her. She was a prisoner of her own internal self rather than of the man at this moment.
Olivia's hand came around and her fingers gently wove their way through Eduardo's tight, curly hair, pressing on the back of his head and urging his mouth even closer to her, wanting him to engulf the entire breast. His nose mashed into her white flesh.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes ... " she sighed as the man's teeth bit into one red-hot, rock-solid pebble of nipple.
Eduardo felt the lovely girl's spine stiffen as she arched herself forward, the better to feel what he was doing to her. Her head was thrown back in ultimate passion, and he knew from his nesting place between her breasts, without even looking, that for the moment her eyes were closed and her blind face was looking at the ceiling as if pleading to heaven to feel more of that which she was presently enjoying. Well he certainly intended giving her more.
His hands began running up and down her arms very gently as his mouth continued feeding at her breasts. He mustn't frighten her or snap her out of the trance into which she had fallen. She was his now, and Eduardo wanted her-wanted her physically as well as emotionally and psychologically. He had to dominate this woman of all women totally and completely. His hands played up and down her spine as if the bones making up her backbone were piano keys. She opened her eyes to look into his for a moment as he kissed her lips. Those big, hurt brown eyes were glazed, letting him know she was ablaze with the lust he was building in her. But he was doing more, much more.
"Come to me," he whispered, opening his arms, freeing her, giving her the opportunity to back away if she so chose. But she didn't.
Rather she rushed to him, was surrounded by him, and his mouth pressed itself to hers as his tongue began exploring the softness of her mouth, touching the tender gums, the little white points of her sharp teeth, then plunging his tongue all the way into her tonsils. He was fucking her mouth with his tongue, doing to her mouth what Jose had done to her cunt with his pistol. She eagerly accepted his sucking tongue, her breath steaming from her nostrils in twin jets.
His mind sensed the animal desire throbbing in his cock, and it took all his willpower to keep from hurling her onto the pallet and fucking her then and there. He had to take his time, and that was what he did.
His hands began massaging her very slender waist, teasing the soft white flesh, and all the while his tongue continued fucking her oral cave in a long French kiss. He caressed her back, rubbing her flesh, feeling the marks he had made on her skin with the belt, inwardly cursing himself for the first time for having hurt a female. He still didn't understand just why this particular female aroused him so much when other more beautiful women, women with delightful personalities, had gone unnoticed by him save that he had trained them to be perfect lovers and slaves.
His hand cupped her small, tight asscheeks, rubbing them again and again, his fingers probing into the crack between them, feeling no resistance whatsoever. He crushed her nakedness to him for a moment, then let go, stepping back to admire her flesh. She was so delightfully slender, so fragile-looking, with sleek white arms and softly rounded shoulders that led his eye to the small, swollen thrusts of her breasts, breasts tipped with nut-brown nipples, breasts supported on a tiny, fragile rib cage, a rib cage that looked so narrow it seemed impossible that it was able to support even these tiny breasts. The ribs narrowed even more, leading to a waist he was able to span with both hands.
Her hips didn't swell out too much-just enough so it was obvious they were the hips of a female. She had slender thighs and small calves, leading to very slender ankles and equally tiny feet.
He stared at the brown patch of hair on her pelvis, a patch a little thicker and longer than he normally liked, hiding her vagina at the moment, and yet he had to admit there was something so absolutely sexy about her, he had to make her his, for a little while, anyway. Eduardo admitted he liked the idea of having a wife and family, but the wife would have to understand he intended going on making his living this way, and as long as he had enough cock left over for the wife, she must never complain about his fucking other women.
Olivia was the first female to start him thinking along such lines, and he knew it might well be a long, long time before he found another female for whom he had so much feeling. As a result, his mind had already decided to convince her to stay here with him. Almost any other female would have preferred that to the alternative, but this Olivia was a strong-willed woman, and she might not. Perhaps it was a combination of her beauty and her strong will that attracted him to her. He would do for her what he had never done for one of his slave women. He would taste her vaginal flesh and give her the thrill of his tongue delving into her body.
Olivia lay on her back on the pallet, not certain if she had resigned herself to this or if the man had hypnotized her in some way. She watched him remove his clothing, for the first time having an opportunity to admire his body. He was well-built, and he was well-hung. If his penis wasn't as long as the muzzle of the pistol used in her vagina, it was thicker and still an awesome thing. She surmised that though it was slightly shorter than Jose's, it looked to be almost as thick, and she was only too well aware of the length and thickness of Jose's penis, having swallowed every last inch of it in her throat and in her ass.
Still another voice inside her was telling her this was all wrong, and that she was nothing more than someone to be used and eventually sold off, like hanging beef. Even as her thighs relaxed and she parted them thinking this might be wrong, something else inside her told her it was the thing to do. All her life she had worked hard, and men had tried taking advantage of her. She knew she was more than just pretty, but she also knew most men thought in terms of short-term affairs. She felt different at this moment, exalted, about to undergo an awesome experience, and it was something she had to have at all costs.
Eduardo saw her large doe eyes widen and stare at his dangling penis, noting the size and shape of it, comparing it to his brother's. He knew Jose was the littlest bit longer and the tiniest bit thicker, but his brother lacked his natural expertise when it came to fucking. Size counted less than knowing what to do with what one had.
Olivia saw the weeping tear from the sightless eye of the penis, the tear shed because of the overpowering desire the penis had to be buried in a female vault. Well, now she was about to grant that wish, and because she had never really had a penis in that part of her before, she did feel a little frightened of it.
"The pill!" she said to him.
She was referring to the pill she should take after having had sexual intercourse with a man-a pill he had given to the other five females, but one she hadn't had to take since a penis had yet to enter her womanly cove. Taken within forty-eight hours, it prevented babies.
"No pill for you," Eduardo told her, making his decision a finality.
"I'll become pregnant," she gasped.
"I want you to stay here," he told her. "I want you to bear my sons. You will have a good life, a much better life than the one you had working in New York, having men ogle you. I will give you my name, and I will give you my fortune. You, in turn, will allow me to continue earning my living as I wish, as long as I can come to you at least four nights a week and give you the love you will so richly deserve."
"Y-you're proposing to me?" she gasped.
"Si!"
"It has to be some kind of trick, to make me agree to what you want to do to me."
"I am a Blass. I do not trick women. I have always been straightforward with them. From this moment on you will belong to me."
"What about the profit you would have made selling me?"
"I was going to sell Senorita Nella for fifty thousand. Now I shall sell her for sixty thousand and make up for what I have lost."
"Are you blind?" she asked. "Haven't you seen the eyes with which your brother has been looking at Nella?"
"It doesn't matter," Eduardo insisted. "I am the patron here. Jose will do as I say. Nella is far too valuable for him to keep as his woman. Besides, he has a few years yet before he should choose a woman."
"I don't know," she said, her eyes locked on his hard, solid body, the shoulders and chest muscles bulging, his belly as flat as a ballet dancer's. But the muscle that awed her the most was that monster hardening between his thighs.
"The offer will remain open for as long as you wish," he told her, kneeling on the edge of the bed, never taking his eyes from hers. His hands spanned her waist easily, and he bent his head and once again began kissing her nipples, one at a time. His fingers trailed across the flat softness of her belly, his palm rubbing her pelvis.
"Ah, you are most beautiful," he whispered, kissing her. You have small breasts, yet they are large enough. Your vaginal mount pouts mere than that of most other women, and I have already seen the kind of reaction you show when something is inside your body. This time I shall be the one inside you." He pulled her against him as he lay beside her.
Every soft hollow of hers fitted his hard swells. Every valley fitted his jutting self, and she turned her face toward his, for the first time eager, no longer feeling pain, no longer caring, because for the first time in her life Olivia had found a man who cared about her. She didn't care that he was a slaver. She didn't care about anything other than the fact that he was a handsome man who cared about her. So she gave herself up completely to the indescribably wonderful pleasure of the nakedly lusting man who lay beside her. She wanted what he wanted! She wanted his cock buried inside her. She wanted to be fucked!
It was her hand that moved down between them, and she wrapped her small, delicate white fingers around the mammoth tool extending from between his thighs, loving the feel of the blood coursing through the penis, as well as the wild appreciative jerks it made against her palm. She shuddered, knowing it would inflict pain the first time into her, even if she no longer had a hymen. It would stretch her, for now that it was at its full length and breadth, she realized it was somewhat thicker than the barrel of the pistol. But something within her kept urging her to bury the organ inside.
"Ayyyy ... carrrammmmba ... I want you so, woman!" he said to her, the groan deep in his throat when her hand began sliding rapturously up and down his solid column of muscle, pulling the outer casing of skin up and down. His fingers pinched her nipple until he was afraid it might burst.
Olivia felt the incredible heat of his skin against her, warming her to a fevered state. God! She loved the man! It was incredible, especially considering the fact that he had just taken a belt to her, but she actually loved the man.
Abruptly he pulled her over on top of him, making her lie full length, her small breast pressed sensuously against his prickly chest hairs with his enormous phallus pulsing wildly against her small belly.
Reaching down, he gathered the tiny globes of her buttocks in his hard hands and he began squeezing them, pressing her all the more solidly against him, keeping his maddened prick buried tightly between the compressing flatnesses of their bodies, sandwiched for the moment like a huge knockwurst threatening to swell so much it would split its outer casing. Their tongues dueled back and forth, fucking in and out of each other's mouths in salivating fury, and their hearts began a twin-hammered beat that continued building higher and higher.
Yes, Eduardo decided this would be the woman for him. Now he had to taste that sweet womanly center of hers where no man's cock had previously entered.
"Uuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssssss ... Eduardo-o-o-o-o-o ... " she moaned softly, her mouth having been released by his. He yanked on her buttocks as she straddled him. He bent her knees, forcing her forward so that they pressed into his shoulders, and now her vagina was wide open and directly above his face. Now he was able to stare into the delectable pinkness of it, seeing her rich vulva, the inner lips swollen so that she looked like a flower opening its petals. The cunt was soaked with the juices that were deep within, and more was flowing rapidly out of her. The glistening labia shone in the dim light, and he wanted to lick that sweet-tasting juice more and more, making room for the rest that ached to flow out. He lifted his head and craned his neck a little, sending his tongue sliding smoothly over the slippery swollen lips in a long, swishing lick.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ... aaaannnnnhhh ... darrrrlinnng!" the lovely chestnut-haired girl gasped, arching her pelvis forward, for the first time giving of herself.
The touch of his licking tongue sent wild shivers of red-hot iron flaking through her inner self, and the flakes chipped away at a million different places inside her. It was as if her brain was now between her thighs, sending out messages of morse code in dots and dashes of total wanton rapture. His tongue was maddeningly licking away at her tantalizing womanhood, making her cunt widen all the more to his lingual onslaught.
Eduardo continued licking the sweet muskiness of her womanly fluid, draining it from her vaginal lips, relishing the taste and deeply inhaling the aroma of this beautiful hot and luscious female. Nectar would not have tasted better.
Her fleshy curtains seemed to pull wider and wider apart in order to receive the probe of his tongue. She quivered and moaned against his mouth, and he felt the base of her spine stiffen as his hands continued tightly gripping her buttocks. He increased the wet lashing his tongue gave her vagina, and she shuddered and moaned with appreciation.
Momentarily, he pulled away to look licentiously at the sodden opening of her quivering vagina, noting how lovely it looked, outlined in the soft sparseness of the brown hair that was matting around the edges. Then he leaned forward and soul-kissed her vulva lips, plunging his tongue into the seething depths of her sodden vagina.
"Hunh ... annh ... onh ... ggghhhhuuunnnnn-ggghhh!" she gasped almost noiselessly as she jerked her loins back and forth, clamping her knees tightly around his ears.
The white-hot poker that was his lingual organ impaled her to her very vitals, sending searing flames through her weakened veins. Her body bent itself forward, doubling over like a primitive maiden ramming a marriage stake into herself. Her fingers gripped his black, curly hair, and she pushed with the intent of shoving his tongue that much more deeply into her. It was as if she had to have his whole head pushed into the sauna of her cunt, deeper and deeper and deeper inside her until she had swallowed him alive.
Eduardo caught his breath, aware of his cock jerking insanely beneath him. He sank the full length of his slender tongue into the narrow-walled vagina, feeling the ridges of inner muscle coil and compress around the oral organ as if her cunt was doing the sucking. When he whipped the tongue out, he rubbed it against her clitoris, and sent another sizzling thrill charging through her shuddering body. He sucked on the little pellet as if it were a mini-cock and he wanted to drain some precious fluid from its center. This made her go insane, and she rotated her loins, trying to shove his entire head into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssss ... Godddduhhhh ... it feels so good ... so good ... so good," she gasped, her body swaying and jerking in wild and maddening contortions, her hands pulling so hard on the man's hair she was afraid she might pull it out of his scalp. Convulsive spasms charged through her again and again.
Dios! She was one woman in two billion. Eduardo knew he would never have been content with any other woman, and the rest of his life would have been spent teaching other women the right way to fuck while never having a mate of his own. He sucked harder, and her juices flowed heavily into his mouth, as he sucked and pulled with his lips, draining her cunt of its oily contents while his hands ran into the crack between the cheeks of her ass.
Olivia felt sensations of madness wash through her, and she knew she was being reduced to an unreasoning animal, jerking to lascivious oral manipulations with no thought in her head other than to move another step closer to the pinnacle of total delight. She was doing everything instinctively, never having done anything like this before.
Nor did she protest when he pushed a finger into her rectum. She was his now ... she had surrendered herself to him because she knew that when he had professed love to her, he had meant it. She felt the finger move deeper into her rectum, but it didn't hurt as much as Jose's penis had hurt. Still, she felt the finger, and combined with the tongue probing into her cunt, it felt good. God! Both her orifices were filled with parts of this man she loved, though she was still afraid to think the word, knowing how many people thought they loved only to discover it was momentary fascination. She eased back on the finger probing her behind, then rode forward on the tongue probing into her vagina. She pumped up and down, feeling his tongue pull out now and then and rub against her clitoris. She was getting close now, about to hit the heights, and then he stopped licking and slid his hands under her arms. He lifted her off his face, holding her at arm's length, and said, "Will you stay here with me, chica?"
"You know it!" she gasped.
"Tell me then, tell me what you want."
"I want you, Eduardo, I want to feel that great big cock of yours fill my cunt to overflowing. Por favor!"
"Ah, you learn the language quickly when you wish to," he smiled.
Holding her at arm's length, he moved her back, then slowly set her down on top of his penis, and when he let go, his cock, aimed just right, pushed into her cunt, and little by little she felt her flesh seemingly spiral down the throbbing penile pole. Oh, Christ! She had encased him tighter than a fish-skin condom. But then, she was such a tiny girl, and the penis now filling her vagina was monstrous.
Dios mio," he gasped, gritting his teeth together tightly.
He was aware of his rod jerking deep inside her, throbbing against the encasement of flesh, and he wondered how such a tiny channel was capable of stretching so much to hold something as thick as his cock.
Olivia panted and shuddered, feeling pain, but refusing to admit as much. She was filled with the man of her choice, a man who had beaten her and who had enslaved her with the intent of selling her, yet she liked him the moment she saw him in that bedroom, and now she knew she loved him. So she would endure the pain and pretend it didn't exist if only to make him enjoy everything so much more. For under that initial layer of stretching pain she already felt the titillations of pleasure beginning to build.
She was so tight inside, Eduardo felt the pressure right up to his ears. He was aware of his blood beating in his head, throbbing like a jungle drum. God! He had never known such a tight cunt in his entire life. She was almost too much for him, and he prayed to heaven he wasn't injuring her, but he had to go on fucking her.
His hands slid up the satin-fleshed ivory sides of her body to her small, but firm, breasts. They shuddered as his fingers closed around them, and then she rotated her hips in an ecdysiast's grind, moaning, "Darling, sweet Eduardo, I love you," and the slave dealer knew everything was going to be all right.
Experimentally the beautiful girl began rotating her hips a little, wondering if she might be internally bleeding again as that huge knife of penis cut all the more deeply into her so that she felt the tip of the organ must be cutting through her, slicing into her stomach. She felt so filled that even her lungs felt constrained at the moment, one being pressed one way, the other pressed the other way by the upward thrust of the penis through her center. Timidly, she moved her hips again, feeling his cock clanging around inside her like a bell clapper, and she shook with vibrations again and again.
Eduardo laughed, and squeezed her small, firm breasts, raising her hips in order to knife his cock even deeper into her sucking cunt. Little by little her interior became accustomed to his immensity, and slowly but surely she widened, her creamy little breasts jiggling against his palms as he ground his cock all the more strongly into the narrow constriction of her cunt. He kissed her hungrily, greedily, and he began rotating his hips in a grinding motion, setting her vagina on fire with fevered sensations of lust.
Olivia no longer thought about the nightmare she had undergone the past twelve hours. All she knew was, she was about to reach the zenith of her very existence as a great tide inside her came pounding closer and closer. She rose higher and higher, and Eduardo was grunting, making all kinds of unintelligible sounds. Every driving thrust of his powering tool brought her one step closer to the heaven she was seeking. Her senses seemed to leave her stranded on this shore of pure inner sensation where nothing mattered but the thundering rage of the rod she rode bringing her closer to heaven.
"Huuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, her hands digging into his steel-solid arms, feeling the ridges and hollows of muscle.
"Come, querida ... " he said to her. "You can do ... it ... come ... si ... come ..." he panted, begging her to join him in the fevered quest for paradise as her body continued up and down as surely as if she were riding a horse on a merry-go-round.
Eduardo knew that any second now he would blow straight up to the sky. This was the woman to hold above all others.
Olivia's lovely head was rolling from side to side, and her hands were gripping his arms, her fingernails digging into Eduardo's flesh, tearing stripes along them that would leave him clawed, and let the other girls know that she had exacted a revenge for the beating he had given her. The feeling in her was beginning, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer until she simply exploded. She was about to feel a penile-induced vaginal orgasm, one that would be incredible and one that would never be forgotten.
"Si, si, si, keep moving," Eduardo encouraged, his voice high-pitched, his rock-solid hips lifting so high off the bed she was hoisted on his petard as his hands clenched her hips like claw hammers. She felt the teeming, boiling, seething spurt of his fluid blast into her cunt like a fire hose, searing her internal self and triggering that sought-after orgasm.
"AAAAIIIIYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGG HHH-UUUUNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHH-UUUURRRRGGGG HHHH AAAANNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUUU WWWWAAAAGGGG HHH-AAAARRRRGGG HHHAAAAIIII YYYYAAAA, GGGHHHHH AAAAGGGG HHHHHHH!" she screamed in the agony of total bliss, stuck on his blasting cock like a butterfly on a pin.
The fiery liquid shots began spraying insanely through her quaking body as more and more sensation filled her. Oils erupted from the pit of her vagina and washed the length of his cock, mingling with his semen and letting the combination fall onto his pelvis.
Eduardo gripped Olivia's hips as if holding onto a life raft. He was lost in a sea of turmoiled emotion as great hoses of cream flashed into the sucking hollow of this lovely young girl. She was milking his cock with a vagina that had never before known a cock, but felt as if it had gripping, squeezing hands inside.
For Olivia, it was a ride to heaven on a fiery pylon, and that pylon filled her with exquisite delight. She fell forward on Eduardo, moaning, sighing, out of breath.
"From now on you are mine," Eduardo told her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jose's throbbing cock was hard, extended, anxious to be buried in Nella's teeming pussy. After having beaten her so mercilessly, he certainly owed her what he felt was a redeeming fuck. He stood before her, looking down at her golden head, realizing the sight of her was affecting him more and more. He was beginning to feel love, something totally foreign to him.
"I am now going to fuck you," he told Nella.
"I'll try and fight you," she insisted, her arms still bound behind her as she lay on her belly on the bed, the pallet of straw.
She did struggle too, when he pulled her to her knees, but she allowed her knees to remain under her and didn't fall flat on her belly again. Her two large breasts hung down like dangling bells, the nipples looking like clapper-tips that were extended from beneath. The breasts jiggled and floated freely, bouncing as if filled with liquid, moving up and down like buoys afloat on the seas.
Jose liked the crests which were a rich pink, and when he touched them and blood rushed into them, the nipples turned almost scarlet. He knew his brother had deflowered this one, and that ought to have bothered him emotionally, but it didn't. Usually, he didn't care one way or the other because the girls were always ready to be shipped out within three weeks. This time he didn't care because he felt something new and different and stirring for this lovely girl whose hair was the color of the sun.
Jose moved around behind her and climbed onto the pallet and looped an arm around her tantalizingly naked waist. His hand reached down and fingers taunted her vulva, rubbing her clitoris, teasing it as if it were a nipple growing at the apex of her inner labia.
Nella felt her vagina leaking heavy quantities of fluid, and she knew there was no use in pretending, though she refused to come right out and admit she wanted the man to fuck her. Then he would lord it over her, strutting like a peacock.
She whimpered when his finger moved away from her clitoris, and she had to clamp her lips tightly together to keep from begging him to return his hand to her cunt. He looped his arm around her outer thigh now, two fingers spreading her vaginal lips apart, while his other hand gripped his cock and aimed it at the orifice for which it was meant. He took careful aim, then clenched his buttocks, and ...
The hot, hard, thickness of his penile head stabbed its way between the tantalizing backs of her thighs and moved between the soft lobes of her outer labia, spreading her inner labia. The inner pinknesses were already spread and waiting, all but sagging in pleasure as he rubbed her clitoral bud, making her cunt drip with oily nectar in order to more easily welcome the cock inside.
Nella's mouth gasped and fell open and her eyes snapped wide, as well. Though she had been expecting this, and though his brother had already deflowered her, she had not expected anything this thick trying to wend its way into her. There was an initial moment of rapture, followed by another of instant torment as Jose stretched her wider than before, and her poor membranes, elastic though they were, had to strain to contain such a monolith.
Then the tall man was in. He was driving through her tunnel, opening it up, widening her, stretching her accordioning walls, pushing deeper and deeper, thundering into a cunt that had been charted only yesterday by his brother. The breath left her body and Nella was unable to so much as cry out.
"Do not hate me too much, chica," Jose said to her. "What I did before I did for selfish reasons, just as what I do now I also do for selfish reasons, but this time it will be for the benefit of both of us."
"Liar!" she whimpered.
The monster behind her would not even allow her the pleasure of a shriek. Had he powered into her a bit harder, she would have done so, but he was proving to be the most patient of rapists, and for a long while he remained on his knees on the pallet behind her, his thick erection completely housed in the well of her sweet pussy, remaining perfectly still. She had considered jerking forward and pulling off it, but he would only re-position it and ram it into her again. However, when he did move back a little, instead of pain, she once again felt the beginnings of pleasure.
She remained still for awhile, and he reached around her thigh and fingered her clitoris. Pleasure continued mounting inside her.
Now she was quivering, a sense of undeniable bliss rampaging through her-a feeling more powerful than anything she had ever known with Eduardo, and Eduardo had made her feel total pleasure for awhile. He moved his cock, and she felt the pressure within her mount, but at the same time his fingertip continued rolling against the nubbin of her man-in-the-boat, massaging the flaps of her inner labia as well, and slowly but surely the pain in her began subsiding. She sighed, and he pushed back into her, making her gasp and lurch. There were no longer tears on her face, building the sensations inside her, letting her become aware she was nearing the climax-stage. He pushed and pulled, pumping again and again, then he took his hand away, and she whimpered because she missed it. Keeping the full length of his tower of power pressed into her, feeling how incredibly tight and snug and wet she was inside, he undid the cord around her wrists.
Nella's hands fell limply to the sides as tingling told her the circulation was being restored. Her breasts pressed themselves into the pallet as little needles continued dancing through her forearms. But the needles were nothing compared to the thunderous sensations she was feeling in the depths of her vagina when his hand reached around and once again began fondling her clitoris.
Unable to control herself, Nella found she was lurching. She sighed, trembling, but remaining where she was, his arm around her hip and his hand massaging that sensitive little button between her widespread thighs while his cock remained buried to the fullest in the bubbling center that was her vagina. Then he began moving.
"Haungh!" Nella gasped, her only sound for the moment as the penis slid backward, half out of her widened passage, and then "uh!" when the phallus returned, gliding wetly into her. Now all the pain was gone, and all she felt was the pleasure. But she didn't want to admit that, not to herself, and certainly not to him.
Jose began moving steadily, using long, smooth, slow strokes, strokes that probed the extreme sensitivity of her heatedly seething feminine cave. He ached to surge his cock into her, but he restrained himself, using a sawing motion that eased his throbbing powerizer in and out of her very carefully.
Nella made little squealing noises, and she began trembling skittishly when his two hands moved around her thighs, then moved up along her body until he managed to grip her dangling breasts. They began caressing the warm, naked mounds, and all the while his masculine horn glidingly gored its way in and out of her, moving through her wet vaginal sheath, trying to find a part of her cunt that Eduardo's cock had been unable to reach. Unfortunately that was impossible because Eduardo's cock was long enough to have traversed the entire vaginal causeway. He leaned against her, tightly gripping her. His hands held her pendant mammaries firmly, allowing her to feel individual pressure from each of his fingertips.
His hands were big, very big, and Nella found she had no control over herself at all. He was playing her like a musical instrument, touching buttons in her, making her move to his rhythm. But she did like that essential feeling of security the presence of those hands gave her as they filled themselves with the sensitivity of her full-fleshed womanly swells.
His cock was something gargantuan. The very weightiness and thickness of it gave Nella even more security-there really was no better way to describe it-as he reamed her teeming central hole from behind, stroking in and out of the sweetly tempestuous cavern. Eduardo had taken her virginity, but Jose was the one making a woman out of her, making her feel very feminine and in need of someone on whom to lean.
His thrusting movements inside her shuddering body kindled seething desire in her the way the friction of rubbing two sticks together will eventually kindle a fire. The raging desires in her burned far down inside her vaginally tight passage as all of his thrusting cock was bathed in the warm gravy oozing from her cunt.
Nella didn't think about what she was doing; she merely continued doing it, feeling it, loving it. He had stepped up the tempo and force of his rearward fucking into her cunt, and she continually met the hammering thrusts of his fleshy piston with backward jolts of her tantalizing white body, her buttocks flattening against his hard, hairy thighs.
The lovely woman groaned out loud, no longer feeling mere physical pleasure as she had with Eduardo. No, there was much more with this one, with this younger, taller, stronger brother. Her fingers dug into the straw pallet beneath her. Her beautiful face was flaming with desire, and Nella found she was nearly out of breath, her heart pounding maddeningly, incessantly. She knew, with thrilled certainty that the sound of his massive drill squishing in and out of her sucking center with a rhythmic plunging was as arousing as it was obscene, filling her with ever-mounting passion.
Jose was smiling now, noting how Nella met every deep-sluicing stroke with constant movements betraying the steadily growing frenzy of her response. She was as filled with desire for him as he was for her, and once again the thought of allowing his brother to sell this woman with the corn-silk hair made him feel a pang in his heart.
Eduardo might have removed her cherry, but he was the man who was going to tame her. He was also going to keep on punishing her, making certain she had marks all over her body so that Eduardo would be a long, long time in selling her. Gloriously thrilled, he slid his hands from the swells of her monumental mammaries and slipped one into the furry fundament that was her cunt, feeling the way his throbbing cock surged in and out of the tightly sucking hole. He sought, and finally found, her clitoris, and he began massaging it again.
She sighed, stiffened, arched her back as she raised her head and panted out her delight. Tantalizingly voluptuous sensations continued coursing through her shuddering form, and she pumped back at him while remaining firmly balanced on her knees.
Smiling, he solidly ground against the squirming thrust of her lovely asscheeks and continued pumping into her vagina with tremendous lurching strokes. They fucked like rutting animals, feeling more and more pleasure. She had to brace herself with both hands now, to keep herself from falling flat. Her dangling breasts continued swinging wildly, to and fro, to and fro. Their soft resilience had turned to firm solidity, swollen with overpowering lust, the nipples as long and as thick and as hard as ever. Desire continued welling up in Nella and she knew she was on the verge of her all-time greatest orgasm. Just a little bit more, now ... just a little more ... a little more ...
Jose was a first-rate lover, just like his brother. No woman ever left his bed unsatisfied. Many a woman who had been frigid with other men had melted when Jose had touched her. Both brothers were masters when it came to the art of fucking, and the odd part of it was, neither had learned from their father, who was considered an uncaring cocksman, at best. In fact, both brothers had learned their expertise from women who lived in El Valle, either living with some peasant, or by themselves. It was these women who had taken the younger Blass brothers under their maternal wings and had taught them definitely non-maternal sex, and oddly enough, the women who were with Jose never went with Eduardo, and vice-versa, so that each brother developed an entirely different technique.
"Now, mi vida, "Jose gasped, "the time has come for you to achieve total satisfaction."
He thrust faster, longer and harder into her, and Nella threw back her head and shouted, "AAAAHHH YYYYEEEEAAAAA GGGGHHHHAAA AAA-NNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUWWW AAAA-GGGGGHHH AAAIIIIGGGHHHH!"
Now it was Jose's turn. He grunted, gritted his teeth, and slammed the full length of his phallus into her, and silently began spurting his love-juices into her sucking cunt. The vagina nursed at his organ as if the penis were feeding it nourishment.
When it was over and Jose withdrew, he walked from the room, and Nella wondered when he would give her the "After-pill." If she didn't have it within twenty-four hours she might possibly conceive.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nella was kept away from Olivia, now. Eduardo didn't want any of the women aware that Olivia was no longer one of them. So she was given a room in another part of the house and told to remain there when the two brothers had to deal with the other five girls.
Eduardo took one look at the lash scars on Nella's body, and he cursed out his brother, damning him and snapping that the man had better learn to use a strap more judiciously. It would take Nella at least a month, perhaps longer to totally heal with no scars. If she had any scars at all, her value would depreciate considerably. As a result, Nella opened one or two of the scabs on her body, and small scars began to form. When Eduardo learned of this, he insisted his brother punish Nella, and Jose took the strap to her again, and more cuts appeared, this time in more visible places, including one on one of her breasts.
Disgusted with Nella's unwillingness to participate with him and the fact that she willingly gave herself to Jose each time the younger brother decided to "teach" some of the finer points of fucking, Eduardo had more sense than to come down on the blonde. As long as she responded to Jose and did whatever the younger brother instructed, Eduardo was content she was learning. Besides, the older brother had four other women with which to contend, all of whom were too frightened to argue with him. Too, at nights, he had to save something for Olivia, whom he was beginning to realize was more special with every passing day. She, too, had to learn, but now she was learning willingly, and as a result was so superb when it came to making love, tired as Eduardo was at the end of each day, he managed to always have enough strength for this woman who would shortly be his wife-once he had sold off the others.
But Olivia was worried about Nella. She didn't want to see the blonde go. Oddly enough, she would be the one responsible for Nella's next bit of training, because on occasion, some of the customers bought more than one woman, and the men, for some reason, always seemed to love watching women perform lesbianically. Had they caught their wives with some strange woman, they would have screamed their heads off. But since both women belonged to them, the men who bought them often felt it was all right for these women to become involved with one another.
Olivia was listening to a discussion between Eduardo and his brother about a week after she and the other girls had arrived there. The brothers usually talked in Spanish, but for some reason Jose was insisting on speaking English. As a result, Eduardo responded in English without thinking.
"The blonde woman, Nella, she should be learning to please a female, too," Eduardo was saying. "I think it only right you begin her training tomorrow, hermano."
"She refuses to have anything to do with the other four," Jose argued. "After all, we kept her locked away from them all week, and when she saw how easily they capitulated to anything we wanted, she felt disgusted. Too, the other women feel distaste for her because of the lash marks on her skin."
"She must learn," Eduardo insisted.
"My love," Olivia broke in, at that moment dressed in a white halter and white shorts. "Nella and I ran away together. We became friends. Perhaps it might be a good idea if I assisted in this."
"No," Eduardo snapped. "This is something I will not allow. In front of that blonde woman and one other woman, as well as myself, you were seen being made love to by my brother. I will not allow my woman to be involved with yet another woman, a woman who is to be sold as soon as all those lash marks heal properly."
"I don't think you understand," Jose snapped at his brother. "My feelings for Nella are like yours are for Olivia. Yes, you saw me make love to Olivia, and yet you wish her for your woman. Well, I know you made love to Nella, but I want her for my woman. I don't care about the profit. There will be other golden-haired women, and a great many more profits to be made. I want Olivia to make love to Nella not because Nella should learn to love another woman, but because we are all going to be family. Though it would be unmanly to even think of you and I making love to one another, brother, there is nothing wrong with our women loving each other, especially since we both know you would never again let me touch Olivia."
"Do you really think this Nella loves you?" Eduardo asked, "or is she doing this to escape what we originally had in mind for her?"
"I have watched them when they didn't know I was looking," Olivia told Eduardo. "She does love him, but she is too proud to come out and admit as much, just as I was too proud until you told me you loved me; but put her to any test, and I'm sure Jose will agree to it. If she passes, then you must permit her to be Jose's woman."
"What you say makes sense," Eduardo nodded. "Very well, she does not know you are my woman. She, like all the others, believes you are still being punished for having run away, segregated, as we have kept her segregated. Go to her, but do not tell her you are mine."
"I won't," Olivia agreed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Once again totally naked, her hair purposely disheveled to create the appearance of having been abused, and the whipping marks on her body still visible from when Eduardo had beaten her, Olivia was let into the small room where the naked Nella still remained apart from the other women. The blonde woman, who had just finished washing her body using the small basin in the closet-like bathroom, saw Olivia and hurried to her, embracing her, saying, "Poor girl, what did the son of a bitch do to you?"
"The same thing that other one did to you," Olivia replied.
"We have to get out of here," Nella insisted.
"Is that what you really want?" Olivia asked. "Do you really want to escape and go back to the life you were living?"
"If I told you what I really wanted, you'd laugh," Nella shrugged. "I think we'd be better off not talking about it."
"For now, let it lay," Olivia nodded.
"Why did they let you in here?" Nella asked.
"Because I, like you, refused to have anything to do with those other females," Olivia answered. "They want me to learn to make love to a woman, and I told them the thought of touching one of those others turns my stomach. Then they told me about you being the same way. They said you were proving too obstinate, and they might not be able to sell you to that man in Argentina, after all. So they're thinking of taking the both of us to the middle of this godforsaken village and there letting all the peasant men in town have a turn at us."
"My God! No!" Nella gasped.
"I told them I didn't care," Olivia insisted.
"No," Nella told her. "We both know nothing about making love to another woman, but if that is what will keep them from harming us further, then perhaps we should make love to one another. I mean, we do have a sort of kinship," Nella insisted. "We ran away together, we were punished together, though in separate rooms. I'm not crazy about any kind of lesbianism, but if it'll save us from being raped by every peasant in this rat-hole, then let's you and I do it."
"I don't know ... " Olivia said.
"We must," Nella told her, leading her to the pallet where she had slept for the past week, and where she had sat when eating the spicy food she had been brought-food so spicy that not even the tepid water she was able to sip from her bathroom faucet was able to quench her thirst.
"All right," Olivia agreed, seemingly reluctantly.
They both sat on the pallet, and Nella, shy and embarrassed, drew the naked Olivia to her and kissed her. She kissed her on the mouth as a lover might, and Olivia responded, kissing back. They continued hugging and kissing, somewhat shyly at first, unaware they were being observed through a hole in the upper wall by both brothers.
Nella felt she had to be the bold one and make all the moves, since Olivia seemed like such an innocent kid compared to herself. Not that she was all-knowing, but Olivia definitely did look much younger than she really was. So she gingerly let her fingers wander over the other girl's body, careful about touching her where Eduardo had lashed her, unaware the pain was long-gone. She kissed Olivia's flesh, and Olivia realized she was beginning to enjoy this, and responded, panting heavily as Nella kissed her breasts. There was something about a woman's mouth and hands that was totally different from those of a male.
"You've come to mean much more to me than just someone in the same boat," Nella whispered to Olivia. "You're sort of like a sister to me, and I almost feel like I'm committing incest."
"I feel love for you, too," Olivia admitted, and now it was her turn to kiss Nella, easing the blonde down until she lay horizontal on the pallet, her vagina already becoming soft, moist, oily with desire, wondering if she and Nella would have the courage to carry out these desires.
Olivia, on top of Nella, pressed her small breasts into Nella's face, then rolled so they lay side by side, with Nella still kissing her nipples. She stroked Nella's bare back, aware of the fact that Jose had not touched Nella's upper torso, above her breasts, with his belt, though he had beaten the blonde's arms, to make it look as if she was scarred much more viciously than was so. She lifted her body up a little, moving her stomach against Nella's mouth, wondering if Nella had the courage to continue. Nella responded by kissing her belly.
Olivia felt so totally aroused, she had to cool down a little. She eased away slightly, holding the blonde by her hips, staring in admiration at the lovely female. Her eyes were filled with passionate lust.
Nella had come to love the feel of Jose's cock in her cunt. The younger brother had fucked her in every conceivable position, and she had gloried in it, but for the first time she realized she was being turned on by a female; by Olivia. It was more than the fact that Olivia was sexually appealing. There was something much stronger in Nella. She felt love for the beautiful brown-haired girl.
Nella reached out and let her hands fill themselves with the small, perfect swells of Olivia's breasts. She cupped them, lifting them upward, and then she leaned forward and kissed them with her lips. Her mouth pulled at the tiny little brown nipples, making them lengthen and harden. She drew Olivia to her, kissing her on the mouth again, this time more firmly, this time like an anxious lover. Then she buried her own face between the lovely orange-sized mammaries of the shorter girl. She kissed, then licked, her tongue moving from one breast to the other. She drew one nipple, then the other, into the tightness of her tiny mouth as she sucked hungrily. She nibbled with the edges of her teeth on the brown extensions, being careful not to cause the lovely chestnut-haired girl any pain.
Then Nella, filled with passion, needing to breathe, flopped back on the pallet, panting. She pulled Olivia to her, and once again filled her mouth with the latter's breast. At the same time she rubbed her own monumental mammaries against the flat stomach of the younger girl, for Olivia was three months younger than Nella. They pressed against one another more firmly, rolling on the pallet, and then Olivia was the one on top.
Olivia kissed the blonde woman hungrily, her tongue leaping into Nella's mouth, and Nella responded by soul-kissing back. She panted all the more heavily, and this time she spun Olivia onto her back and mounted the other girl as if she, Nella, were a man. She spread Olivia's tantalizing thighs apart, then eased her sopping wet vagina against the lips of the other girl's cunt. She pressed her labia vibrantly against those of Olivia, as if the two vaginas were soul-kissing. All that was missing were the tongues, but they made up for that when Olivia pushed her tongue into Nella's mouth and began touching her gums, her teeth, and all the hidden crevices under her lips. Nella responded by licking back, and the two tongues saber-dueled back and forth, from one mouth to the other. The two teenage girls moaned, writhing against one another, making animal sounds as they continued making love to each other. Then Olivia once again rolled on top, not merely rubbing her cuntlips against those of the blonde, but slamming them against her pussy so that it seemed like she was trying to actually fuck Nella.
"I wish I were a man, with a real cock, for only a little while," Olivia said to the blonde. "I think, more than anything in the world, you're one woman I'd love to fuck."
"You're too delightful to be a man," Nella told her. "Too delicate, with skin too smooth, and a body too supple. If anyone ought to be the male, it should be me," Nella insisted. "You're such an arousing girl, I wish I had the wherewith-all to fuck you."
"I never thought it possible for me to feel such strong love for another female," Olivia insisted, continuing to slam her delicate vaginal lips solidly against the labia of her companion.
"Do you think we're basically lesbian?" Nella asked.
"No," Olivia smiled. "Tell me, what do you feel when Jose pushes that gigantic penis of his into you?"
"Like I'm on my way to heaven," Nella told her.
"Has he kissed you down there, or made you kiss his cock?"
"No, thank God he hasn't made me suck that monster," Nella gasped.
"But you see," Olivia said to her, "that's where you're wrong. Cocksucking can be as enjoyable as fucking. If you take the cock deep-enough into your throat, you can come, too. Having your cunt lapped is almost as good as fucking. I know Eduardo loves licking my cunt."
"It's such a tiny, delectable little thing," Nella said, rolling the darker haired girl off her, her fingers going down and touching the feminine orifice between Olivia's thighs. "I know this sounds crazy, but I have the craziest urge to kiss you down there."
"Would you?" Olivia asked. "I mean, having had my cunt kissed by Eduardo, I've had this overwhelming desire to discover what it was like to have a woman kiss me down there. But even more, I've had the urge to find out just what it is that Eduardo loves about making love to me by kissing my cunt. In fact, before you kiss me down there, let me kiss you."
Nella hesitated for a moment, knowing this was an irreversible step. But the fact was, she did feel a strong friendship for Olivia, a love, in fact. She wanted to do anything and everything to please the lovely brown-haired girl, without thinking about her own pleasure.
She put her back against the wall at the head of the pallet, then lifted her knees with her feet planted flatly on the floor, spreading her thighs wide apart. Her rich, pink vagina, hidden under all that sparse golden fleece, was now totally exposed.
"If you think you can do it, come ahead," Nella invited. "I just washed it, so you won't find it smelling of anything unpleasant."
Anxiety made her bounce her ass as she reached between her thighs with two fingers and began unwittingly stroking her vagina, spreading her labia invitingly. She had no idea why she was acting like such a wanton, but she did know she was enjoying herself.
Olivia was now kneeling in front of the blonde, looking between the other's thighs, for the first time actually staring into a vagina and seeing it as a love-object. Something stirred inside her, and she had to admit she was beginning to understand why Eduardo loved kissing her down there, just as she adored taking the full length of his masculine husk into her mouth and swallowing all his sperm.
Nella's vagina was pretty much as tiny as her own. The lips were swollen and thick, the inner lips a rich pink. Where the labia minora came together at the top there was the clitoris, at the moment barely visible, but no less arousing in appearance, for it resembled a tiny penis, and anything looking like a penis turned Olivia on. Oils seeped from within, and as Nella spread her thighs a little wider and used her fingers to pull her cuntlips farther apart, she was able to see the richness of the pink within.
Olivia's eyes rose and noted the size and fullness of Nella's upstanding breasts. Her nipples and areole were as rich a pink as were the inner lips of her cunt. Everything about Nella exuded arousal. Then she looked below the pink slash, staring at the tiny puckered brownie, noting it was tighter than her own-but then it was obvious Nella had not yet taken Jose's penis in that orifice, as she had been forced to do that fateful day. Jose's cock was thick enough to widen a female elephant's asshole. Oh, yes, she had no doubt Jose was capable of fucking an elephant, but it would have to be a female. Nothing queer about Jose.
Leaning forward, now on her forearms as well as her knees, she brought her face close to the tantalizing opening between Nella's thighs. Her hands reached out and caressed the smooth, creamy thighs, and she massaged tenderly. Turning her face to the side, she kissed Nella's right ankle, then slowly began the heady journey upward, kissing the inside of one thigh, then the other. She was above the knees and working higher, her eyes now locked on the rich, pink flesh ahead of her, and she salivated, knowing she was about to know the delights Eduardo had known when going down on her.
Her face moved closer to the tantalizing vagina, and her nostrils expanded uncontrollably. The musky aroma of the vaginal opening reached her, and her nose began twitching with delight. She eagerly pushed forward, waves of heat engulfing her. She peered at the lovely Nella and murmured, "My God! It is beautiful. I have to taste it!"
"Yes," Nella nodded. "If you feel you must, do it! Teach me! Make me feel all those wonderful things you told me about."
"Try!" Nella begged. "Make me come!"
Olivia's mouth pressed itself to Nella's hot cunt, her tongue leaping into the seething center, and Nella gasped as she felt thrills she had never before known. A wet, slashing tongue was licking insanely into her, making her squirm and wriggle as never before. Even so, the tongue moved with such delicacy, Nella was able to discern it was a female tongue.
Olivia was thrilled with the taste of Nella. No wonder Eduardo loved this! She licked furiously, her tongue moving rapidly in and out, dredging out all the tasty fluids from within. Then she was nipping at the tantalizing little button at the peak of the inner lips, sucking on it, bobbing her head back and forth as if pulling on a cock. Her tongue moved into Nella's tight pussy, then lapped its way out and slurped across the clitoral button, making Nella jerk insanely.
At the same time, Olivia licked lower, letting her tongue wet the little anal opening. Nella gasped, as if icicles were running up and down her shuddering spine. Then, when her tongue returned to Nella's cunt, Olivia pushed a finger into the rear tunnel of the blonde, making her writhe and bounce even more.
Olivia eased Nella's legs over her shoulders as her mouth pressed all the more firmly on the throbbing vagina, her nose and lips burrowing even more deeply into the succulent flesh of the tantalizing cunt. With every movement of her tongue she became more expert at what she was doing, now driving two fingers into Nella's vagina, as well as one into her rectum. Little by little the finger in Nella's rectum moved deeper and deeper. Soon Olivia's finger was in to the palm. Then she rotated her finger in the tight, rubbery anal tunnel. All the while her mouth continued hungrily licking at the rich pink slash that was Nella's pussy, while her fingers drove back and forth relentlessly, and her tongue slurped on the clitoral bud.
Little by little she eased Nella onto her side, moving so that she was able to lap the pussy and see the round cheeks of Nella's behind. The vibrant whiteness of the egg-shaped mounds seemed more tantalizing than ever. Olivia had to admit that a woman's ass was far more delectable to look at than that of a man, even if she, herself, was a woman who was doing the admiring. Now she was able to see and taste what looked like one long gash, running from the top of Nella's pubic mound, all the way under her to the tip of her spine, with only a strip of perineal flesh breaking the line. Her hands firmly squeezed the rounded moons of Nella's ass as her mouth fervidly continued working.
Nella moaned, thrashing around uncontrollably, never having experienced oral lovemaking before. Her body whipped this way and that under what was now oral expertise.
Unable to take it any longer, intent on discovering why Olivia loved doing this so much, Nella pushed the tinier girl from her, flung her down on the pallet, then, with her thighs around Olivia's head, she sank her own face between the thighs of the smaller girl. Her tongue leaped out and washed through the rich pink slash, and the moment she tasted the rich muskiness of the other girl, she found herself caught in a web of desire.
The two women were now in a female sixty-nine. Both were busy, with Olivia on the bottom, her face thrust forward and up so that her tongue was washing through the teeming tunnel of the blonde woman, while Nella's hungry mouth anxiously masticated the chestnut-haired cunt. Feeling the way Olivia insisted on prodding her asshole with a finger, the beautiful blonde responded by pressing her own finger into Olivia's sensitive interior. She pushed into the rear tunnel until she was all the way in, making certain her tongue was working at all times. When the dripping oils began seeping from Olivia's cunt, Nella drank all the fluid thirstily, swallowing and seeking more, and yet more. She drank and sucked and licked as if there was no tomorrow.
The two brothers stared through the hole in the wall, and each was filled with arousal at the sight of this. Though they had witnessed such things between countless other women they had taught, seeing the two women they loved thus locked together made them hotter than ever. Against his will, Eduardo was slowly beginning to come around to Jose's way of thinking. He might indeed lose that huge profit on Nella, after all. Still, he would have to make certain about Nella. She was going to have to prove herself completely to his satisfaction, and in the process, it meant he would be fucking her one more time. Granted, it meant giving Jose the right to fuck Olivia once more, as well, but for the moment he had to make sure that Nella was willing to stay and not run away and reveal to the rurales just what was going on in El Valle. More, he had to be certain Jose really loved her, and that she loved him, just as he, Eduardo, loved Olivia, whom he was certain adored him.
He stared at the way the two women kissed each other's genitals, seeking puckered lips pressed against vaginal lips, noting fingers moving in and out of cunts and assholes. Dios! It was a beautiful sight. Both women were now building to their satisfaction.
"AAAAHHHH AAAMMMMMMM WWWAA-AAAUUUUGGGGG HHHHPHHHH AAAAUUUU-WWWWWUUUU MMMMMPHHHHWWWWW-AAAAA!" Nella shouted into the seething depths of Olivia's churning vagina, pressing her mouth even more tightly against the rich pink target.
Then it was Olivia's turn to come, and her face remained buried so deeply inside Nella's pussy, her screams were all but inaudible. She whipped this way and that as Nella's mouth remained glued to her seething womanly core, and after what seemed like forever, the two women finally pulled apart and lay face-up, side by side on the narrow pallet, their faces glistening with one another's vaginal juices.
"I loved that," Nella gasped.
"So did I," Olivia murmured. "So did I."
"I think we should get them out of there," Eduardo whispered to Jose. "Go, bring Olivia here."
"Wait!" Jose insisted. "Let them talk a little, and we can listen!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The two females were panting heavily, holding hands as they lay side by side.
"What is Eduardo doing to you?" Nella finally asked Olivia. "I can see how he beat you for running away."
"He's a confused man," Olivia lied.
"You must hate him," Nella insisted.
"I love him," Olivia admitted. "I've loved him ever since I saw him watching what Jose did to me. I suppose many women have fallen in love with him. After all, he's very macho."
"I suppose he's all right," Nella shrugged. "But to me, Jose is more of a man. He beats me almost every day, and I should despise him and want to run away, especially knowing they'll eventually sell me to some old man. But like you, I'm in love. Maybe I'm a masochist and love the man because he beats me."
"Do you really believe that?" Olivia asked.
"No," Nella admitted. "I think I fell for him even before you went for Eduardo. Watching him as he used that gun on you, I felt jealous-of you! I was wishing he would use it on me. I love the feel of his hands on my body. I love everything about him. But it doesn't really mean that much, because the man is going to be rid of me soon enough, and he'll go on to multitudes of other women."
"Supposing, just supposing that man really loved you. Do you really think you'd be able to live with him, knowing he would still be fucking other women?"
"Hey, when you love someone, you love them," Nella shrugged. "As long as he was able to make love to me now and then ... that's all I'd ask."
"Well, why not let him know how you feel about him?" Olivia asked.
"He'd laugh in my face," Nella sighed, rolling over and propping herself up on her forearms, her buttocks standing up like two white ostrich eggs, shiny as ever because they were covered with perspiration.
"Why not prove to him how much you love him," Olivia insisted. "I'm going to do that with Eduardo."
"Ah, and just how will you do that?" Nella asked, as Olivia got to her feet and walked to the closet-sized bathroom, where she found paper towels that she soaked in the sink and then used to wash her body all over.
"Simple," Olivia replied. "Instead of waiting for Eduardo to come to me and tell me what's on the agenda for the day, the next time he's with me, I'm the one who's going to do the seducing. I'm going to make the man fall madly in love with me."
"I never even thought about doing something like that," Nella admitted. "I'd be afraid."
"Honey, if the man is going to sell you to someone else, then come on to him and make sure you're one woman he'll never forget. Then he'll kick himself later on, while you'll be with some rich millionaire, who you can con into marrying you. Afterward, fuck the man to death, inherit all his money, and then you can go hiring studs the rest of your life."
"I don't want studs," Nella wistfully observed. "All I want is Jose, and I'd do anything, anything at all to get him. In fact, I'm going to follow your advice and seduce him the next time he walks in here. Even if he does get rid of me, I'll be one woman he'll never be able to forget."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
While Nella fell into a light sleep, Jose came and took Olivia from the room. He led her back to Eduardo, where she was able to dress, and Eduardo said, "So, you really do love me, eh."
"You overheard?" Olivia gasped.
"Si, and you were unaware I listened in, so I was able to know for myself how much you truly love me. All right, I am a reasonable man. We will give Nella two chances to prove her love for Jose."
"How?" the younger brother snorted.
"First, you will go in to the room in about an hour with her lunch. If she seduces you, that will mean she has passed the first test."
"What is the second test?" Jose wanted to know.
"She must fuck for both of us at the same time, because she will think that I am going to dissolve the partnership between us and take all the money, unless she does this. If she is willing to sacrifice herself for you, then she shall be yours, and I shall lose at least sixty thousand dollars."
"Just a moment, hermano," Jose snapped. "If we both fuck what may be my woman, then we must also both fuck your woman."
"Fair is fair," Eduardo nodded. "After we both fuck Nella, and we accept her into the family, then the two of us shall fuck Olivia."
"Hey, I've already had his massive tool in my ass," Olivia pointed out, referring to Jose.
"Ah, but this time he will fuck your cunt and I will fuck you in the ass," Eduardo told her. "Afterward, I will give you one of the pills, just to make sure you do not conceive with one of Jose's babies. But as my brother has pointed out, this is what must be done."
"All right," Olivia agreed.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It was just before siesta time that Jose brought Nella her lunch. He had brought a chair into the room as well, and as she ate, sitting on her straw pallet, he sat on the chair and waited.
"That was good," Nella said, after washing her hands following the meal. "The trouble is, I'm still hungry." She put the empty tray down on the side, on the floor.
"Ah, and just what is it that you would like to eat?" Jose asked, his voice low in a teasing conspiratorial whisper.
Nella raised a forefinger to her lips, and she carefully inserted it into her mouth, looking naive and innocent like a little girl as she sucked for a moment, then looked thoughtful, as if contemplating how to answer Jose's question. Finally she smiled, opening her mouth and withdrawing her finger. The finger, wet and glistening, seemed to slowly cut through the air, and then it was arcing downward as Nella suddenly tapped Jose's groin, aware his cock was already more than semi-erect, as she said, "This, Jose."
Her casual manner in putting her finger against his cock without his having initiated anything between them, added to the fact that she was hinting she wanted to feel it in her mouth-something she had never hinted before-surprised Jose for a moment. He hadn't expected her intended seduction to take place so soon, nor had he expected her to be willingly oral about anything. He almost had to laugh, yet he restrained himself, not wanting Nella to know he had overheard her conversation with Olivia. Even then, the laugh would have caught in his throat because the beautiful blonde was stroking his hot, hard cock. Christ! He wanted it out of his pants.
"So then, take it out!" he said to her, his voice throaty as he attempted to imitate her casual tone. However, the urgency of his tone was something Nella caught right away. His cock was wildly pulsating as he imagined once again burying it in the girl. Dear God! The only reason he hadn't gone on to teaching her to suck his cock was his not being able to get enough of her cunt. He jumped to his feet.
He jerked insanely as Nella opened his pants far more expertly than Olivia had been able to do. She tugged his shorts and undershorts down, her fingers reaching underneath and catching the doughy clump of his balls, lightly squeezing them. Her other hand gripped his erect cock as she pushed him so that he sat back on the chair again.
"This is the first time I've ever been able to really get a good look at it," Nella murmured, her voice sounding appreciative of the sight of the organ.
The hard, long thick column made her hand look so tiny by comparison, and even though there was light coming in through a grilled window, faint and overcast, the penile head was already glowing, looking like a red beacon shining in the dark. She had her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of the phallus, squeezing it hard, as her other hand continued rubbing his balls.
"This is only the second cock I've ever seen," she said, using the word "cock" without the least bit of hesitation now. "But it's far better-looking than the other one. It's bigger, thicker, longer, harder. My it's so much better. In my cunt it feels better, too."
"Well I'll just put it right back in your cunt again," he told her.
"Not yet," she said pressing her hand against his chest to keep him from rising. "You've never let me taste it. After all, you let Olivia, and those other four girls know what it tastes like. You're being very unfair to me, Senor Jose."
Though he had known her intent from the start, he was still astounded to hear those pure lips admit how much she wanted to put her mouth on his hard organ. Ay Dios! She was a wonderful woman! He had to make her his own! Her mere touch on his penis was more arousing than the mouths and cunts of all other women he had ever known. Her mouth would probably make his cock shatter into a million pieces. Still, it was a feeling he had to know.
"Si, chiquita, si, do it for me!" he nodded, panting with desire as he stared at her lovely nakedness.
She was wonderful! Dios! She was going to be his no matter what Eduardo wanted.
Nella knelt on the floor in front of Jose, her hand still tightly gripping the throbbing phallus, slowly working up and down as if she were pumping water from a well. Her eyes remained fixed on the blood-bloated member, a lascivious glaze veneered over them, yet she was most casual and careful in her manner. Jose thought that on her knees she looked like a beautiful woman in church, kneeling before something she dearly worshipped. She obviously adored his cock, the glint in her eyes something he was certain she was unable to fake. Her fingers were so warm, and her body was already sheened with perspiration, letting him know she was as aroused by all this as he. He lay back in the chair, enjoying the way her hand pulled on his throbbing penis, noting her lips were slowly moving closer. Dios! She was so beautiful, so stunning!
"Ummmmm!" Nella moaned as she continued moving her lovely face that much closer to the phallic pylon that jutted straight up.
The lovely blonde was a bit frightened, never having done anything like this before. Still, having seen the other girls perform fellatio, and hearing from Olivia just how wonderful it was, she was determined to go through with this. After all, she had already put her mouth against a vagina. This had to be less frightening. After all, it was more natural for a woman to want to suck a penis, wasn't it?
Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and let the huge head of his throbbing cock slip between her lips. It was so immense, as wide as her mouth was open, the edges of her teeth still scraped the penile head and the stem as it moved in. Hot air from the depths of her gullet poured all over the tip.
Jose felt as if his balls were like giant factories overflowing with sperm. His prostate was suddenly bloated with seminal liquid to the bursting point, and he felt the sperm stirring angrily within, more than a little anxious to be released. Tiny drops of colorless fluid were already seeping from the little slit in the head. They glistened as if beckoning to Nella's tongue, and Nella let her tongue lick the ointment up, snapping it into the back of her mouth.
Her tongue was like liquid fire as it washed over the throbbing phallus, and Jose felt himself shudder. He had to force his mind to concentrate elsewhere to keep from shooting his load then and there. Wild sensation flashed through his quivering member, through the base and right into his pelvis, echoing through his entire inner body.
Her tongue was wet as she rolled it over her lips then brought it back into her sensually alive mouth. Nella was thrilled by this, never realizing just how wonderful it was. She was alive, bursting with the need to fulfill this man, remembering Olivia's words, that if she sucked the cock in deep enough, she would rub against nerves in her throat and experience satisfaction, herself. So she licked and sucked the head, gathering courage to plunge the organ that much deeper into her mouth. This action was continued for several minutes, and then, just like that, her lips and tongue were all over the fleshy column, her tongue running up and down, greedily licking, titillating the sensitive tube that was his urethra, in the underside of the organ. All the while her fingers worked on the base of the phallus while her other hand kept busy massaging his weighty testicles. She cupped them as if they were the rarest jewels, made of delicate crystal, slowly rolling them inside their sac in her fingers while she tenderly kissed the excited penis. Her licking it drove the handsome tall man out of his mind. He didn't know how much longer he would remain in control.
Nella was enjoying herself as she would have never believed. Her lips and tongue tantalized the throbbing organ continually, her hot breath washing over it repeatedly. By drawing it out, she was building the arousal in herself, as well.
"Por favor!" he gasped. "Suck it! Suck it!"
He was groaning through clenched teeth as he felt the pulsations in his groin beginning to mount. Nella's long blonde hair was spilling down around her head, the soft strands tickling lightly into his exposed groin, teasing his thighs as well, and each little touch felt like a thousand-volt Shockwave.
Once more moistening her lips with her tongue, Nella opened her mouth and formed an O shape with her lips, and she slowly lowered the opening against the stiff throbbing lance of Jose's swollen phallus. When the tip of the organ made contact with her lips, they spread like a rubber band, forced wide open and taking in the thick column, letting her oral cavity slowly absorb the organ. It was as if her mouth was actually absorbing the phallus, and the penile flesh was melting inside, becoming part of her. God! Was she ever tight inside that mouth of hers, and to Jose the feeling was sensational. Her tongue was an added benefit, working crazily around the penile head as it continued moving inside her mouth.
Jose held himself stock-still for one more second, and then he was unable to keep himself under control. He tugged his hips back and then brutally powered his thrusting penis forward, shoving the organ into the depths of her softly surrounding mouth. The head pushed into her gullet.
"Gggglllluuurrggghhhh!" was all Nella was able to groan, and the sound was muffled by the press of the thick column as it continued filling all of her oral cavity. Yet only half his penis was in her tight little mouth, and Jose felt the head rubbing inside her pharynx. He expected Nella to pull back gagging, and so was taken totally aback when the lovely blonde simply pushed her beautiful face down faster and harder, taking even more of the hardened stiffness into her narrow gullet.
"Aaaaayyyyy ... Carrrrajjjj-o-o-o-o-o ... " Jose gasped, feeling the tantalizing pressure of her tongue, working like an insane whip against the sensitive underside of his prodigious invader. He leaned forward, enthralled and excited by watching her suck, seeing the way her lips, lips that had never done this before, pulled on the mighty piston. She was astounding.
She had taken nearly two-thirds of the great column into her mouth by now, her hand still gripping the hard base. Her other hand continued cupping his weighty testicles. She continued slowly caressing the heavy, wrinkled, hairy sac, her nails running into the wrinkles and sending sizzles through him.
Jose felt Nella's tongue swirling wetly around the pulsing head of his powerful cock, and she slowly raised her face, her teeth applying more pressure to the pulsing stanchion. Jose had been blown by more girls than there were sands on the beach, and yet he was unable to recall any female filling him with this kind of delight. Nella had a natural talent for sucking that not even Olivia was able to match, and Olivia had been good her first time, too. Her mouth was as talented as her cunt, and when the time came for him to use her ass, he was certain that would be just as good.
Nella stopped for a moment, then lifted her head all the way up, halting only when the corona was rubbing against the insides of her teeth. He was able to see white streaks in his flesh where the pressure of her teeth had forced the blood away for a little while. Her hand pumped upward once, very quickly, then slammed down to the bottom again as her head moved lower, bobbing up and down the pulsing member as she slurped noisily to keep the oils from his cock from falling out of her mouth. Her oral fucking felt like rippling liquid warmth as she swallowed his flesh deep into the narrowness of her esophagus, and then her head lifted up again as the penis pulled out once more.
"Madre mia!" Jose grunted, as he watched Nella's head continually bobbing over his throbbing cock.
He moved his hips, shoving them back and forth in time with the way her mouth continually worked, watching his hard masculinity plunge into the narrow fissure of her tightly sucking mouth. His pulsing penis was lewdly shining with her wet saliva, and her pink, ovalled lips seemed to all but separate themselves from her mouth as her head rose. The thrilling sensation charging through the entire length of the pulsing penile column seemed to become more and more intense as her mouth worked. Her hand left the base of his penis, but her other hand continued massaging his testicles, sending charging thrills constantly blistering through his shuddering body. She extended a forefinger and began probing into the crevice between his buttocks.
Nella exhaled, then took another deep breath and thrust her mouth straight down, this time forcing the whole phallus into the tight depths of her throat, gagging for a moment as her gullet clutched the corona of the cock. Her lips locked around the base, and then her head once again rose, those lips creating a dragging sensation on the outer penile flesh. Down, then up, down then up, her mouth kept moving around the shuddering piston as if it had been designed for this one purpose in life.
Nella felt the towering thrill each time her mouth went all the way down and the penile head pushed into her narrow pharynx. She clamped her own thighs together, and as a result, her labia pressed around her own clitoris, making the thrills in her body mount even higher. She moaned as the labia massaged the tiny, extended bud in time to the way his penile head pushed in and out of her gagging gullet.
The boiling sperm in Jose's balls were fighting in order to decide which would have the honor of leaving first and joining the fluid in his prostate on its way to glory in her mouth. Jose arched his hips as he drove his cock straight up again and again, sinking the organ in the depths of her throat. At the same time he felt her long middle finger reaching for, and finding the anal opening to his rectum. She obviously remembered having seen other females ass-fingered, and now was thinking in terms of getting back some of her own.
Jose's tight sphincter contracted against the pressure of her finger. She shoved hard, and at the same time crammed her mouth down on the pulsing penis all over again. This was becoming too much for the Latin to control. He knew he would attain his orgasm shortly, and his body would erupt like a raging volcano. Her finger sank more and more deeply into his rectum, and though she didn't realize it, Nella was pressing against Jose's prostate, massaging it, enhancing everything for him that much more strongly.
"Si, si, keep on sucking, mi amor!" he gasped, as if every sense in his body had left its usual place and was now converging in the head of his cock.
Mi amor! He had called her his love without realizing it. This made Nella feel good, and she sucked that much harder, her tongue continually swirling about the pulsing member, her lips pulling, her teeth biting, her jaws sucking as her mouth continued moving up and down the mighty pillar. His balls were drawn up tightly against his body as his scrotum shrank. His ass bounced insanely as her finger continued massaging his prostate, and then his entire lower abdomen lifted itself off the chair. He stood, shoving forward, pushing his long hard cock even more deeply into Nella's gullet. He was on the verge of orgasm. At any moment he would blast his semen into her mouth. He knew there was no way left for him to contain himself. He curled his fingers into the long, loose strands of her blonde hair, keeping her mouth clamped tightly over the full length of his cock. This time he felt more than mere passion. Jose Blass felt love, and that love was going to intensify the feeling he would experience when he fired his heavy load into the loving mouth of the woman kneeling before him. She would swallow-this he knew, even though he had never instructed her as to what to do. He was beginning to feel her love, as well.
The beautiful woman's cheeks were bloated as much as possible as all the hard cock pushed its way into her mouth and throat, gagging her, also thrilling her. She was delighted by the strength in his powering drives, and she gripped his ass with her free hand to keep herself from falling backward. He was nailing the penile head so far into her gullet, she was gagging, but as it thickened, she realized he was on the verge of orgasm, and the thought, combined with the pressure of the head pushing into her gullet, enhanced the thrills in her own body, and as a result, she felt herself on the verge of satisfaction. Her belly was aflame with the need for orgasm, and she wondered if his hot seed in her belly would set her off.
"Oooonnnnhhhhh! Haaaannnnnhhh!" the man gasped, unable to hold himself back another second, his desire for this woman so totally overwhelming.
He arched his hips upward, tensing for that most sensational of all moments, and felt his sperm moving into his urethra with pulsating jerks as her tongue continued whip-lashing the underside of his cock. Then the white flood exploded with tremendous force from the tip of his bloated organ as he bellowed, "HHH-AAAA RRRGGG HHHUUUU NNNGGGGG HHH-AAAA RRRGGGG HHHHUUUU NNNGGGG HHHHAAA GGGGHHHHHH!"
A flash flood of torrential seminal fluid sloshed down her throat, and for a moment it seemed as if Nella was going to bloat with sperm and explode. Her Adam's apple bobbed wildly as she hungrily swallowed in a wild attempt to keep up with the heavy gushes of the white flow.
It was maddening, it was delightful, it was sensational! Jose had never known a mouth like this one. He felt as if his cock would go on spewing sperm until the girl was filled from her feet to her throat with the stuff. He slammed his hips into the depths of her mouth again, driving his shooting cock into her narrow gullet, the sperm continuing to crazily pump into her tummy.
Having to gulp quickly to keep pace with the way her mouth was constantly filling with semen, Nella squeezed his balls as if trying to milk even more from within him. She concentrated her mind on the spewing column, and then, as if the smell and the taste of the hot liquid pouring down her throat was some kind of trigger, she felt the penile head rasp against those nerve-endings in her throat one more time, and her inner body burst open like a budding flower to the sun. Her belly jerked spasmodically as her own orgasm finally took hold of her and went madly charging through her.
"GGGLLLLUUURRRRCCC HHHLLLLUUUGGGG LLLCCCCHHHH AAAUUUUWWGGG LLLLUUUUPHHHHH WWWWAAAUUUUGGG LLLLCCCHHHH!" she gagged out, as everything at that moment became a combined fury of overpowering events. She sucked even more strongly, flying high on the wings of orgasm.
He fell back into the wooden chair and it almost buckled under him, as, heavily perspiring, he panted, watching her absorb the thrill to the fullest as she continued sucking, sucking, sucking, as if there were no tomorrow.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Nella was on fire. She had swallowed the fiery seed from the man's loins, having an orgasm herself in the process, but as he rested on the pallet where she had slept for most of the week, she realized her body needed more.
Jose had been asleep for nearly an hour, and when he awoke, he saw the strained face of the lovely blonde and instantly knew she was in need of more of his attention. Without a word, he reached up and pulled her down to him. His hands stroked her body, caressing her flanks, feeling her breasts, and Nella writhed under him, feeling a sense of luxury and security for the first time since coming here.
Jose was on her then, his breath coming rapidly, his hard chest pressing into her full breasts, and as he stared at her, he said, "I have always used my cock as a teaching tool before. This time I shall use it solely to bring you enjoyment, Nella."
"Please," she begged. "Please, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, fuck me as well as you can, and then fuck me again."
Her passion for him was uncontrollable. She ached to have him quench the blaze that seared between her thighs.
Their mouths locked together and she rubbed against him, stroking his penis, feeling the rubbery length of it slowly swell, slowly stiffen, hardening into a tower of concrete; one that would plunge into the searing depths of her belly. Her nails trailed over his wrinkled scrotum again, adding tremors to his body, making him shudder with more intense desire than ever for her. He gasped a couple of times, feeling the way his cock jerked because of the way Nella was fingering the throbbing instrument.
His mouth hungrily moved over her sweat-covered neck and shoulders, tasting the saltiness, loving it as his lips moved down to the hard peaks of her tantalizing nipples. He sucked strongly at the hardened buds, bringing gasps of mixed pleasure and delight from her as he bit her nipples the way she had bit into his cock, before. Then his mouth moved away as he continued sliding down her body. His lips covered her ribs with strong kisses, and his tongue washed her flesh, moving even lower until it delved into the cup of her navel.
After this brief exploration he moved lower, following a line from her belly button straight down to her pubis. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted them ever so slightly. Nella was aware of his tongue on her thighs and she knew what he was going to do. Now she would have a chance to match his technique to that of Olivia. The tightness in her belly was becoming unbearable. Her loins were a seething whirlpool of uncontrolled passion. She opened her thighs with a little moan.
Between them, he found the warm lips of her bubbling cunt. It blossomed open, beckoning to him, and he moved forward and extended his tongue, licking into her with sure, strong, swift lingual strokes. The lovely Nella had never felt such strength in a tongue before. Jose's way of lapping was completely different from the way Olivia's mouth had kissed her. Not that one was better than the other. Each was good in its own way. Slowly the man's tongue probed more deeply into her, and being longer than Olivia's tongue, it was able to reach in that much farther. Her hands clasped his head tightly between her quivering thighs.
He continued licking with an overpowering, frenzied lust, finding her clitoris and sucking on it until it was fully erect. Then his lips fastened even more strongly on it, and Nella began squirming, writhing, jerking her hips as if she were trying to control her passion. She tugged his hair none-too-gently, her eyes tightly closed in wanton rapture, she wanted to feel his cock now, not his tongue. She was ready to be entered.
"Oh, how I love you," she gasped, all but choking on the words, not realizing she was being observed by Eduardo Blass, who was wondering even now if this was all an act, or if she was sincere.
Her words seemed to ease the tension in Jose, who had felt it incumbent to prove his masculinity with so many countless women. Now, for the first time, he was relaxed. But Nella was ablaze with need, and she yanked his head from her steaming feminine trench, pulling as if trying to yank him on top of her.
"Lie on me!" she gasped, panting heavily. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me until I can't stand it anymore!"
She was dizzy with her own lustful desires. At the moment she was an anxious well of desire, aching and longing for more and more. At this moment it seemed nothing mattered, not who she was, not where she was, nor why she had been brought here in the first place. Only this marvelous swirling of exultant pleasure, focusing on the nucleus between her thighs, which throbbed and ached for cock, counted.
She reached between her thighs and found his body there, lean, hard, and waiting. Her hot hand gripped the hardness of his thrusting prick, her fingers massaging the circumcised head as she gently guided the organ to the waiting opening that craved it. Jose felt the absolute wetness of her fleshy warmth pressing against his penis as the latter prepared to enter her.
"Querido mio, amor de mi vida," she whispered in Spanish, speaking the words of endearment so naturally, one would have thought she had lived here a lifetime. She had learned Spanish, what little she knew, from what she overheard between the brothers, and from what she had heard the villagers say as they passed by the hacienda.
The moist heat of her inner self clamped him tightly within, and he began gasping as he started thrusting hard, quickly pounding his phallic length into the narrow tightness of an elastic tunnel that, no matter how often fucked, almost always seemed to return to its former tightness. His strokes slowed and lengthened as he continued filling her sweetly resisting inner passageway, going deeper and deeper into her.
Beneath him, Nella's body quaked with desire, trembling as her nipples pushed into his hard body as if intent on cutting him, thus enhancing the pleasure for both of them. Her warm belly brushed against his, and her thighs clamped and undamped, holding him, then releasing him in waves of flesh warmth and air coolness.
"Uuuuunnnggghhhh ... aaaannngggghhh!" Jose groaned, as he sensed the already tight walls of her sucking cunt crushing along the powering length of his mighty cock, a cock which felt ready to expand and burst at any moment.
"My dearest darling," she whimpered repeatedly, clinging to him, bucking and writhing under him, slamming her groin up to meet his downward-thrusting crotch as she writhed under him.
Her head whipped this way and that, deep white marks appearing as if by magic where her teeth bit into her lower lip. Passion so filled Nella, she wondered if she would ever be able to recover from this. Now and again their mouths came together, and her teeth bit his lip as she sucked on his tongue while forcing her own between his lips, panting hot breath into his mouth.
The lovely blonde was tightly pinioned to the pallet by his hairy body, and Jose thought of the multitudes of other women he had known in this fashion as he held her with big, demanding hands while his throbbing cock continued delving into that most intimate core of her feminine being, pulsing and throbbing, making her interior respond with matching compressions. The two were consistently groaning, sobbing out primitive passions as he continued slamming into her slenderly girlish body, feeling her breasts press back at him.
A chill traveled down Jose's spine as he realized, this time everything was different. This time he loved the woman, and he would be damned if he would let Eduardo sell her out from under him. His brother was indeed the older one, and also the head of the household, but that didn't give him the right to run Jose's life. Just thinking about how he would stop Eduardo should the latter become adamant in his insistence to sell Nella caused Jose to drive into the beautiful blonde with even deeper, harder thrusts. She welcomed his powering plunges and her throat rasped with pleasure.
Other women had begged him not to stop too, but he had never felt love for other women. This one was a goddess. She excited him as no other person had ever done. She was begging him for more, and since he had taken over her "training," Eduardo had not dared come near her, so that he knew her passion was for him and him alone. She wanted only that which he had to offer, and so he gave it to her, slamming it into her as hard as he was able. He lunged into her again and again, his hard cock bludgeoning the thrusts into her, working through a cunt that, in spite of the oils filling it, still managed to create resistance and friction within her.
"God! God! God!" she cried, moaning.
His hands slowly smoothed their way down her sides and then slid beneath her bouncing, jumping buttocks. He clasped one tightly in each hand, squeezing them, thinking to himself how absolutely lovely her buttocks were. They were tightening and loosening, firm, yet hollowed, relaxed, then squeezing. He pulled her hips against him and thrust into her pandiculation again, feeling her hurtle herself forward in order to take all of him into her.
His fingers slipped over the tautly stretched flesh of her tantalizing bottom. They reached into the crevice between her asscheeks finding the tight elastic little orifice, and then he began pushing the finger inside.
"Haaauuuu nnngggghhhh!" she gasped. "That hurrrrts! But don't stop, please don't stop!" she begged, too immersed in the thrills in her cunt to really want anything to interfere.
He began moving his finger deeper and deeper into the soft, warm depths of her sweet rectum, bringing new gasps and exclamations from her silently working lips. He added another finger, stretching her rectal tunnel, feeling her tight resistance slowly yield as she began screwing her buttocks back on his thrusting fingers. Soon the two fingers were moving and circling inside her rectum, stretching the soft rubberiness so that she felt deliciously impaled in both orifices. She writhed in wildly ecstatic abandon, loving the dual intrusion.
Her taut legs, on either side of the dual piercing, were now jerking and wriggling, her feet kicking into the air as she lost all control over herself. Jose felt their delightfully warm, fleshy pressure as they tightly clamped against him, her buttocks bouncing wildly and forcing him to drive his fingers into her rectum that much more deeply.
Nella's eyes were tightly closed the entire time as her mouth worked and strained. The cords in her neck stood out with tension as she thrust back her head, feeling a delightful intensity that was far stronger than anything she had ever felt when he had previously fucked her.
Jose Blass was aware of no other part of his body. All sensation, all thought, all intensity was concentrated in his heavy, full, swollen penis which continued moving in and out of her sucking vagina, lovingly clasped in the excruciating furnace of her seething vagina. He pulled his fingers from her anal opening, sliding them upward through the stretched crease between her thighs, feeling around and finally finding the soft folds of her tantalizing cunt as it clung to his cock-a cock that moved in and out of her churning funnel, forcing her inner flesh to yield and give way each time as it clung to his powerizer in a death-grip. She was whining and the heat from her body seemed to surround Jose like an enveloping mist.
"Unnnnhhhh ... darling ... ohhhhhh ... hhhh-aaaannnnnhhh ... yessssssss ... I love you ... I love you ... I love you ... "
"And I love you," he whispered to her. "You shall soon be all mine. Now concentrate on making this the best time ever for both of us, only so that next time will be even better. I want you to come, my love!"
"YYYYESSSSS ... AAAANNNNNGGGHHHH ... HHHAAAANNNGGGG HHHHUUUNNNN-GGGHHHH ... OOOONNNNNGGGHHHH ... UUUUNNNGGGGGHHHH!" she gasped and screeched, attaining her peak as if on command, groaning and choking as she unleashed her inner passion.
Nella felt her hot, wet inner cavern widen, the pressure around his penis relaxing, and then she felt the hot, oily liquid within her jet from the membranes in her walls and bathe his hard cock.
Hot and throbbing, Jose began hastening the rate at which he was continually slamming his vibrant cock into the narrowness of Nella's seething pussy. He felt his own inner passion mounting ever higher, finally becoming a focus of defined sensation at the very tip as his balls rumbled and his prostate began pumping.
He gripped her buttocks and squeezed tightly, the pressure almost more than Nella was able to bear. The beautiful blonde remained open to him as he finally reached his own point of culmination.
He fired blast after blast of what was left inside him into her, feeling himself seemingly deflate as if air was going out of him. Was she some kind of succubus that she should drain him so totally each time they had an encounter? His hands gripped her shoulders as he rammed his cock into her again and again and again, and with his semen went all his pent-up emotion.
Trembling now, he relaxed on top of her body, determined this time to remain awake, that determination staying with him even as lethargy totally overtook him and his eyes closed and he fell against her so that she remained helplessly crushed beneath him for more than two hours.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Eduardo was both, angry and irritated. All the training of the remaining four women had come to a complete standstill. Jose was so enamored of Nella, he would do nothing until Eduardo finally would agree that Nella would belong to him. So Eduardo, rather than fight with his brother, decided to see how much Nella loved his brother. How much of herself would she be willing to give?
The following morning, Eduardo told Jose and Olivia, "Today we will give Nella the final test. If she passes, then we will have a double wedding next week. If not, Nella will be sold, brother. No arguments. This is how it must be."
"All right," Jose nodded.
"Olivia, you must see to it the girls remain in the barracks," Eduardo told the chestnut-haired girl. "What happens next is between Jose, Nella, and myself."
"Si," Olivia nodded, having taken to speaking Spanish to Eduardo whenever possible in order to learn more rapidly.
"You," Eduardo said to Jose. "You will remain outside the room for ten minutes. Then you will come in. It is one thing for a girl to sacrifice herself for the man she supposedly loves, but only a woman who truly loves a man will do so when this man is watching ... and then joining in. Comprende?"
"As you wish," Jose nodded.
So it was that a few minutes later, Nella, who had been permitted to use the barracks shower that day was returning to the little room where she had been forced to stay when Eduardo approached her and said, "You will come with me, Senorita Nella."
She followed him to the large bedroom asking, "What is it?"
"It is Jose," he said. "My brother fancies himself in love with you. The question is, how do you feel about him?"
"That's none of your business, seeing you're going to sell me anyway," Nella told him, standing near the large bed.
"I will not have my business disrupted," Eduardo told her. "So I am throwing my brother out of the business."
"Why?" Nella screamed. "Look, take me, sell me, do what you want with me, but don't hurt that man."
"Ah, you do like him, eh?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"How much?"
"Too much!"
"You would do anything for him?"
"Yes!"
"Excellent!" Eduardo nodded, starting to undress.
When Jose walked into the room some nine minutes later, he saw Nella on her knees on the bed, her white, upturned asscheeks waving in the air, as if beckoning to the stiff penis of Eduardo. When she turned and saw Jose, she was ready to leap from the bed, then thought better of it and stayed where she was.
"That is most wise, Senorita Nella," Eduardo nodded. "I want my brother to see what a wanton slut you have become. If, after I have finished with you, he still wants you, he will stay in the business and he can have you with my blessing."
Jose hated his brother at that moment, but took solace in the thought that he would be sharing Olivia one more time, too. He didn't enjoy watching his brother belittle this woman he had chosen for himself. Still, he had made an agreement, and he was willing to do anything to keep Nella, even if it included allowing his brother to fuck her one more time. Now Eduardo was about to do to the blonde what he, himself, had done to Olivia that first time, though at that time Olivia had not been Eduardo's intended. The naked Eduardo was moving toward Nella's upthrust rump, his stiff cock standing out in front of him. Jose felt ridiculous, as if he were watching some kind of insane playacting.
Eduardo had kneed his way onto the bed, peering intensely at the tantalizing little brown pucker of the blonde girl's anal opening. He was glad he had thought of this plan. Proving Nella would do anything for Jose, including sacrificing herself, if necessary, meant there would be two more trustworthy members of the Blass Family, once the four of them got married. It also meant that Nella would watch the "family business" as carefully as he and his brother. He knew the blonde woman was intelligent and shrewd, and none of the other women they would bring in would be able to get around Jose as Nella had, because Nella would jealously guard that which was hers. Yes, he would lose sixty thousand dollars-this time. But he would make it up with the next shipment.
Eduardo moved his body from side to side as he kneed forward, his hands reaching out and separating the shiny white globes of Nella's ass. Grunting with pleasure, he pushed the blunt-tipped penis against the tantalizing rosebud of her anus, slowly, carefully, gently forcing the head into the narrowly constricted hole. Nella tried struggling, but Eduardo held her steady, little by little forcing his cock ever deeper into her squeezing rectum. Little by little it sank farther in, and her tightly resisting sphincter contracted, forming an almost unbreachable ring, but he thrust hard, and his phallus penetrated.
"Haaauuuunnnngggghhhh! It hurts! It hurts!" Nella gasped, remembering only too well how Olivia had screamed when Jose had done this to her that first time.
Her cries only enhanced Eduardo's delight. He pushed in harder, his invading prick sinking deeper and deeper, thrilling to the crushing tightness of her rectum. Though she kept trying to evacuate the penis, Eduardo kept on shoving forward, feeling the thrilling pressure of her crushing buttocks surrounding his cock.
The roundness of her asscheeks against his hairy thighs, plus the heated air emanating from her dry rectum as it surrounded his throbbing pole, added to the sight of her sweetly divided rectal crevice, that tiny mouth widely stretched in order to engulf his thick prick, filled Eduardo with a sense of satisfaction for the first time in days. Though he had fucked all four of the other girls in the ass, he took particular pleasure in doing this to Nella. He would never be able to fuck her again after this, so he was going to milk all the pleasure possible from this last fuck, because it was obvious she was going to pass this last test.
Nella knelt on the bed, her head pressed into the mattress, feeling the thickness of the penis inside her. It had hurt at first, it had hurt a lot, and now she not only sympathized, but empathized with Olivia. She had been wise not to yell too loudly, because the look in Jose's eyes told her the man was ready to pounce on his brother.
She felt Eduardo's penis tug back a little, then slide forward, repeating this a number of times until her rectum slowly but surely became accustomed to the thickness and the pain slowly but surely began disappearing. Her smooth, tautly clinging rectum became a willing container for the thrusting stiffness of Eduardo Blass's driving cock.
It was at this point that Nella first began feeling the rectal thrills, just as she had felt them when Olivia had fingered her rectum while licking her pussy. But Eduardo's cock was a lot longer than Olivia's finger, and she became aware of the head sliding into her colon. She was glad she'd been able to evacuate the contents of her large intestine just before taking that shower. Her empty colon was able to handle the penis more easily.
Nella slammed her rectum straight back, helping Eduardo grind his organ into her, filling the tiny hole in her rear to its maximum. Another new world of delightful thrills was opening to Nella, one which, she would shortly discover, she would enjoy this one time only, for her husband would never again allow any man other than himself to touch her, and her husband was going to be Jose Blass.
"Deeper!" Nella gasped, actually enjoying what Eduardo was doing to her.
"There is nothing like an unstretched, virgin asshole," Eduardo grunted, and Jose was gritting his teeth, unable to stand much more of this. Had he known Olivia would have become Eduardo's intended, he would never have put her through the ordeal he had made her suffer. In fact, what he did, he had done at Eduardo's insistence. Now his brother was paying him back, and yet this was unfair because Eduardo knew how he felt about Nella.
Eduardo continued driving his throbbing phallic pale that much harder and faster into the rectum of the woman who was to become his sister-in-law. Perspiration broke out all over him, and Nella's body was glistening with a sheen of perspiration, as well.
"Ahhhhh ... uuunnnnhhh ... yessss ... that'ssss ... gooood uhhhh ... " Nella gasped, her sighs a combination of moans and gasps as the delight continued to grow and the agony faded completely away. All the while she continued ramming her buttocks back against the thighs of the man fucking her.
Jose stood there, watching, feeling irritated, wishing Nella had attempted to preserve her honor and stop all this when he had walked in. Yet he was aware, deep down, that what she was doing, she was doing out of love for him. His own cock was swollen, stiff, throbbing, and how he wanted to use it on the blonde.
"She is a good ... unhhhh ... woman, Jose," Eduardo was grunting. "She was willing to ... uhhh ... have me sell her ... Oooohhhh ... to keep you from leaving the business. She let me fuck her this way to convince me she would do anything to preserve your personal honor, even if it meant besmirching her own. Come, join us!"
"Just how can he join us?" Nella gasped, wild-eyed with a combination of lust and fear.
"He can become one of the slices of bread in a sandwich," Eduardo insisted. "You, dear lady, are the meat. I shall lie flat on the bed on my back, and you shall lie on top of me with my cock locked in your ass. Then my brother shall push his cock into your cunt, and you will feel thrills the like of which you will never know again. When this is over, we will sandwich Olivia as well, for that is only fair. You are willing, senorita?"
"I'll do anything Jose wishes."
"This one time, Nella-mia," he said to her, "do as my brother says. After today, the ordeal will be over."
He was already undressed, his throbbing masculine cock jutting straight out in front of him. He took a few steps over to where Nella and his brother were on the bed, and kneeing his way on to the bed, he moved toward Nella's face. His hand reached down and he wove his fingers in her hair, and when she looked up, she saw his throbbing phallic spire, and she smiled.
"Kiss it for luck, my love," Jose insisted.
She leaned forward and opened her mouth, sucking the penile head in and soaking it with her saliva. Then he withdrew the penis and waited as Eduardo fell on his side, taking Nella with him, then pulled her over on top of him as he lay on his back with his cock still buried to the hilt in the narrow tightness of her squeezing rectum. Both were face-up as Jose hovered over them.
"Now," Eduardo said to his brother, "you know what to do. I will keep my cock solidly buried in the tightness of this lovely rectum, hermano. Come ahead!"
With that, Jose fell on the couple beneath him, noting his brother hadn't let up for a moment, but had his feet digging into the mattress for leverage as he pounded his cock into her rectum again and again. Without hesitating for an instant, Jose aimed his long, thick, throbbing cock between Nella's widespread white thighs, pressing his thick red glands against the pink split of her dripping cunt. She smiled at him, encouraging him to continue, and with a single long, hard, smooth stroke, he heavily crammed the full length of his knifing cock all the way into the sodden open cave between her nakedly widespread thighs.
"Ohhhhh ... myyyyyy ... uuuunnnnhhhhh ... Godddd uhhhhhhh ... " Nella gasped, but thick as Jose's penis was, and thick as the cock in her ass was, she felt no agony, only ecstasy. Hers was a gasp of utter pleasure as she welcomed Jose's virile organ into the hungering depths of her quivering vagina, feeling it power all the way into her belly. She lay beneath Jose, sighing, caught between two penetrating phalluses at once, feeling the way they filled her clasping dual tunnels. A mere sliver of fleshy tissue separated the two male organs, and Nella was already able to sense them rubbing against one another.
Eduardo, extremely aroused from the feel of his brother's cock sliding into Nella's cunt, began digging his feet all the more solidly into the bed and slamming his cock upward into the blonde's tight ass. After a few moments passed, the brothers, who had become attuned to one another over the years, caught the proper rhythm from each other, and began slamming the lovely woman between them back and forth as if she were a sack of foam rubber. All the while Nella continued uttering one long, low sigh, thrilling to the two penises pounding into her again and again.
The lovely girl was in heaven. She thrilled to the pressure inside, as well, enjoying everything to the utmost, realizing this would be the last time she would ever again have the pleasure of being fucked by anyone other than Jose.
Olivia, who had locked the girls into the barracks, came into the room, and she stared, hypnotized at the scene. Nella's lower holes were welcoming the penises as they were mouths swallowing yard-long hot dogs. Her aroused, lust-widened eyes gaped as the two phalluses continued wetting themselves in the seething depths of Nella's body. The one in her vagina received the full benefit of Nella's womanly secretions, while the one in her anus was soaked in its own seeping solution. Olivia saw the ragged pink edges of Nella's clutching cunnus draw back each time Jose's cock stroked back, then oozed back in each time the younger brother fucked his throbbing cock back into the simmering inner depths of Nella's crushing cunt. The same was true with the way Eduardo's cock moved in and out of Nella's tightly gripping asshole. Eduardo was pumping with maddening fury.
"Anhhh ... unnnhhh ... oonnnnhhhh ... onh ... ahhhhhh ... " Nella chanted again and again in time to the wildly wicked thrusts ramming into her twin openings from the two brothers. Their movements became quicker as they kept on plunging into her as if she were a helpless rag doll created expressly for the purpose of what was presently happening to her. The trio was groaning loudly, coarsely, groans intermingling in a cacophony of maddening sexual delight.
Eduardo was enjoying all this immensely, already having made up his mind that Nella was officially part of their new family. Jose kept thrusting into his future wife's cunt with the savage knowledge that before the week was out, he would be doing this with Olivia too, and he would slip her an aspirin instead of one of the "after" contraceptive pills so that she just might possibly give him a son instead of a nephew, and since he and Eduardo had a strong physical resemblance to one another, Eduardo would never know the difference. The idea made him smile.
Eduardo wanted to end all this as soon as possible. The training of the other four girls was way behind schedule. Love was fine for the evenings, and he and Jose would be able to offer the women all kinds of love at that time. But the days belonged to business. The women would not only have to accept their fucking other women, but both Nella and Olivia would have to help oversee the women, and even occasionally watch their husbands "perform."
At the moment, all he was concerned about was finishing this wonderful fuck. Nella had a nice, tight virgin ass, but the time had come to bring all this to an end. He threw himself into what he was doing with more and more intensity, driving his phallus ever deeper into the woman's asshole, and the thrills inside him were continuing to build.
"I ... uhhhh ... can ... ohhhh ... feel ... iiiiit ... " Nella was gasping as she realized she was going to have a dual orgasm; one in her vagina and one in her rectum. "Ohhhh ... yesssss ... uuuunnnngggghhhhh ... I'm ... aanngghh going to ... hhhhuuuuunnn-hhhhh ... COMMMMME ... YYYYAAAAIIII-YYYYY AAAAGGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGG HHHHAAAARRRRGGGGG HHHUUUUU-WWWWAAAA UUUUWWWW AAAAAGGGG HHHEEEEYYYY AAAAA IIIIYYYYAAAAGG-GGG HHHHAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
The beautiful blonde was totally out of her mind with wanton rapture at this point. Her voice screamed out her orgasm again and again. The pinnacle seemingly repeated itself, and she bucked and slammed, hurling her cunt forward on Jose's cock, and her ass back on Eduardo's.
Her movement became too much for the two brothers. Eduardo was the first to come, and he bellowed long and loud, firing a heavy wad into the narrow tightness of Nella's squeezing ass. It was joined by a hot flood from Jose's phallus as he hosed Nella's squeezing pussy again and again, and the heated sperm set off another series of orgasms in the lovely blonde.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Of necessity, it was a small wedding. The official honeymoon had to wait a week while the two brothers finished with the four other teenage girls who had come with Nella and Olivia. Olivia proved to be a sharp bargainer, and after discovering who was in the most dire need of a woman, and which of these men was willing to pay the most, she managed to get Eduardo fifty percent more for the four than he had expected, somewhat making up for the loss of money he was unable to receive for not selling her and Nella.
Nella became the overseer, and Olivia the bookkeeper, and it soon became apparent to the two Blass brothers that the women would save them considerably more money than they would have ever gotten for having sold them.
Olivia became pregnant first, and Jose smirked to himself, certain the fact that he gave her an aspirin rather than an "after" contraceptive pill after sandwiching her with Eduardo was the critical factor. He never told Nella.
When the child was born, a girl, it was named, appropriately enough, Josefa. Less than a year after that, Nella gave birth to a girl, and she named it Olivia, after her sister-in-law, and best friend. Neither girl gave birth to any sons, yet in future years, their daughters would run the slave-trade business as well as their fathers had, dealing in male slaves as well as female slaves. But neither girl would fall in love with any of the male slaves. Unlike their parents, they were less emotional and far more practical.