David Brooks set down his empty glass and leaned back on the couch. "Undress, Morgana."
The dark woman with the great flowing mass of blue-highlighted black hair flashed him a swift smile of pure lechery. She rose from where she'd been sitting beside him on the couch with the seductive sinuousness of a woman who loved men and sex. Stepping directly in front of David, facing him, Morgana met his gaze with her soft eyes. They were a deep chocolate, nearly black; dark as mystery those eyes.
She backed away, pace after swaying pace, without taking her gaze off the man's steady, blue-eyed stare.
The big woman tugged open the sash of the long robe of red satin that he had given her. The two ends of the cord swished down to dangle along the vertical ridges in the gown where her full thighs pressed the fabric from within. She raised her arms slowly, extending them gradually from her body. The gleaming gown rippled, shimmered, shifted and whispered open. A long vertical gap appeared. His eyes dropped from hers to take in the stirring glimpse of her luscious body. The dark cleavage of her high-mounded breasts, rising above the black center of her bra; a line of tawny flesh below, swelling into her rounded belly that was holed with a round dark navel like an unexplored crater; a flash of jet-black panties cut into the very inner curves of her fleshy thighs. In their precise center, the panties bulged hugely, a startlingly well developed mountain of lust Her hands moved in to spread open the gap between the two sides of her open robe.
More and more of her big amber-hued body was revealed to the seated man's intent gaze. Deliberately, he lit a cigarette. His eyes remained on her. Buttery flesh seemed to overflow everywhere, especially from her straining bra. Morgana was a big woman, a big-titted broad-hipped woman, whose tawny, lusty curves were hardly contained by the shining black bra and tight-banded underpants.
Quite a contrast from my willowy blonde wife!
Morgana peeled the gown back over her shoulders. She put her arms back and straight down. A rushing, rustling torrent of red satin cascaded to the floor and she stood before him in her brief underwear. She wore fancily-figured black stockings. The supporting straps rose up the roundly swelling columns of thighs to vanish under the thin nylon panties. Even low-slung as they were, they covered her garter belt. They also bulged fantastically, turned shiny in the center by the extraordinary swelling protrusion of her lovemound.
Stripping for her man, the big woman's mouth spread into another smile. She turned�_"and bent, slowly. His belly tightened. Her voluptuous body wove from side to side in a hypnotically slow, sensuous sway as she bent forward with her back to him. The black band of her underpants tightened more and more across the prominently bulging cheeks of her voluptuously ripe bottom. The almost transparent black nylon was snugged tight. As she bent, the elastic legbands eased upward to reveal a bulge of tan flesh below the bands.
His mouth went dry and he licked his lips. And. I had to be super-cool and light this fucking cigarette, he thought, noting the lust-generated shake of his hand. His penis firmed and began thickening and hardening up into a turgid hammer. Tailored pants began growing uncomfortably tight.
Putting back both hands, the lushly formed woman slipped her thumbs into the tops of her black briefs, where they cut into her hips and pushed up a sexy ridge of strained flesh. She continued her sensuous sway while she pushed her panties down, slowly exposing more and more of the deep dark crack that split her tawny ass into two big rolling halves. She stopped when the deep crease and its jutting frames were only partially bared. She straightened with continuing provocative slowness. She turned back to face him. Again her dark eyes seemed to attach themselves to his. Her hand went back and opened the double catches of her broad-strapped black brassiere. He watched the harness sag slightly as it came loose. She lowered her arms and it eased down a bit more, weighted heavily. The deeply tan mounds above the black cups rippled excitingly with her breathing. It was faster; she got off on this very private cockteasing strip-show, too. With the precision slowness of a dancer, she began bending forward. The two halves of her bra-strap swung down and around. Her big breasts were jammed together as she moved her arms inward and brought her palms together. The shoulder straps hesitated, started to slide, then plummeted down her arms. Her bra rustled to the floor.
The flowing elongated globes of her tits jumped out naked.
God, he thought, tits to wallow in, to get lost in!
She straightened and the curvaceous immensity of her chest became long, pointed cylinders of tremulously swaying, rippling flesh, each tipped with great dark haloes and nipples so dark they looked like smooth, polished rubies.
David Brooks's very private stripper smiled at him again, enjoying what she was doing as much as he enjoyed watching.
He returned her smile and puckered his lips to mimic a long-distance kiss to each juicy-looking breast crest Instantly she clapped her hands over them. Their flesh jiggled liquidly with the smacking impacts. Her fingers moved and her palms pressed as though crushing his kisses into the towering mouthwatering hills of her bosom.
Again she showed him her back. Again she bent partially. Once again she hooked her thumbs into the band of her panties. Swaying wantonly from side to side, she backed toward him while she pulled the black nylon down over her bouncy, broad pair of butt cheeks until they were completely naked and she had to bend to force the nylon underpants over her rounded calves.
The big tan bulges of her deeply cleft ass thrust up inches from his face. He could not resist.
Clapping a hand to each taut-skinned, perfect hemisphere, he tugged her back. He began trailing wet kisses all over her upturned ass. She shuddered, sighed, shuddered again when his hand slid in to press the rounded plumpness of her bushy mound. Finding the softly yielding furrow easily, he let his fingers ease up its moist depression to roll over the rubbery little node of her clitoris. The warm, musky smell of woman teased his nostrils and he felt a ready dampness beneath his fingers.
"Oh my darling," she sighed, with still another shudder.
She straightened and whirled to bend over the seated man. Clasping his lean face in both hands she pressed her lips warmly to his. Hers drifted apart. Squirming in sensual pleasure and aroused desire, she sent her warm tongue darting in and out of his mouth. His hands came up to her dangling breasts. They were huge tits, curved and swollen, unbelievably tempting. He worked on the heavy pendants, caressing and massaging, soothing the soft skin and firm flesh. His sexy attentions soon had her nipples feeling all tight and diamond hard.
Her mouth jetted low-throated moans into his. Her senses converged to concentrate on the tingling alertness of her tit-tips. Those aroused peaks stood up hard and fat and pumped hard with surging blood.
"Do you want to be sucked?" he asked, into her mouth.
She was trembling and revolving her hips. "No!"
"Don't want your tits chewed?"
"Nnn-uh-ohh."
"Don't want your sweet pussy eaten?"
Though she shuddered tumultuously, the answer was the same: "No!"
"Don't you want this�_"" He shoved his tongue between her lips and wiggled it inside her gasping mouth�_""in between those fat hot juicy cunt lips of yours?"
His hand found those thick pliant pussy gates, pressed and squeezed them. Flesh like oiled silk seemed to ooze between his fingers.
Another shiver. "No. No�_"stop!"
"Stop? Jesus Christ you hot-cunted witch, what do you Want?"
"I want you to make my hot cunt hotter! I want you to fuck me!" she told him intensely. "I want that lightning rod in me, to the balls and them too if you can force them in me! It has been too long. I want every inch of your cock in me, up my pussy and I want you on me, crushing me, squashing me under you!"
He was vehemently excited by her fierce outburst, but he teased, "You can't wait?"
The reply was a swiftly-grasping hand. Its closing on the great bulge in his crotch was enough to make his rapidly burgeoning prick tear clear through his pants. He felt pain to the swollen crown. But still he teased: "You don't even want my mouth on you, my tongue in you... suppose I want your mouth on me, slut?"
She shivered. "Please, David lover! I will do it later. I will suck both our juices off your beautiful cannon. I will lick your ass and suck your balls�_"but now I please want to be fucked!"
"Hit the floor."
She chewed at his lips a last time before she straightened. Backing hurriedly, she hit the floor. Her butt thumped and her tits jiggled wildly. Hot dark eyes stared up at him as he rose, scorching him with a torrid look that bespoke frenzied passion. Her knees rose, leas bending, then spread wide to reveal the tantalizing V of her crotch, covered with a pile of gleaming black hair that hardly showed her cunt at all.
He stared down at that black-fleeced mountain of lust while his fingers rushed down the front of his shirt.
"You've got a fantastic pussy," he told her, because she loved that kind of talk�_"as his wife abhorred it. And Morgana had; her full hips cradled a big enticing bulge crowned with a profusion of glossy black curls. The mat of fur rode a long, strongly swelling hillock that jutted dramatically from below the gradual swell of her belly. Within the black jungle he could just see, as he dropped his shirt carelessly and unbuckled his belt�_"fat, puffy lips of a very dark, brownish-tinged pink.
His pants dropped. So did her gaze�_"she stared now at the straining pouch of his knitted blue briefs. Then he shoved them down. Big and hard and long in tribute to her, his cock jumped out to loom over her like a not-quite-vertical flagpole high up a slender, tall building.
Staring up his rangy length, she moaned and shifted her weight from one big curving asscheek to the other, rocking her parted knees and the sable-furred cradle of her crotch. Lifting her arms, she extended her hands to him.
He folded sinuously to his knees between her widely-parted thighs with a jar that made his rampant, blood-swollen cock jump wildly. Her hand leaped out to grasp it.
"Ahhh! Mother of God�_"like hot iron! Why does it not tear me open?"
He smiled. "Because your hothouse cono was made for fucking, nothing else. It was made for me, carved out for my cock�_"and I'm going to fuck you bow legged!"
"Do!" She jiggled her ass and forced her thighs still farther apart in an obscene spread that forced her pussy to pop pinkly open. "Fill me up and fuck me bow legged! Come to me, El Cipote!"
He moved a little closer, on his knees. Then he dropped over her. His palms slapped down beside her upper arms.
"You fill you up," he told her.
Her white teeth flashed in a smile of pure pleasure. Dark hand tightened on his beautiful rammer and tugged. The hot, round-swollen head cruised over her thick black sporran. The feel of that soft bush and the heat of her crotch against his supersensitive glands fired and inspired him.
She only tucked el cipote into el cono.
He rammed.
He felt her tremble beneath him as he pushed the swollen corona past the liquid-saturated folds of her deeply pink and open cunt.
She groaned loudly as her flesh was stretched around his incoming thickness. That single quick lunge, like a rapist's, had spurred his thick cock all the way between her open, wet sexlips and deep up her guts. It was the entry she loved best.
"Ha-yaaaahhhhh!" she throated. Tumultuous sexual response surged in her. Heat flared through the bursting buds of her breasts and into her belly. She grabbed him with anxious, slapping hands. So had barbarians mated in the past of both their peoples, with sudden violence and soaring lust. Morgana was a barbarian still, where sex was concerned.
Now he was forcing cock deeper and deeper up her slit with swift, short prodding thrusts.
The soft fleshy ridges and folds deep inside her burning belly parted, like her mouth, in abandoned ecstasy and welcome.
She was not still. She was not that kind of woman. She was not fucked by her man; she fucked with him. She was a woman who knew who and what she was and gave not a damn whether she was called woman or girl. She moved strongly, grinding and twisting her pussy up onto his hard-driving prick, returning his strong fucking with her gyrating hips.
The entire length of his inflamed truncheon was in her now, springing open her pussy, sunk to the balls in the slippery cleft.
He lifted himself above her on his hands while he soaked himself in wet, raw inner flesh of that deep gorge.
"Ah-unngh!" she gasped. Her black eyes sparkled. "I've got it all!"
He pulled it half out and rammed it back with a jarring blow to her pubis. "I think you've got it all, yeah."
She smiled and writhed sinuously beneath him, her vulva throbbing and her body meeting his in happily unbridled lust Her movements made certain he felt every inner inch of cunt-wall rubbing his sensitive cockhead, while she gloried in that slippery abrasion.
The naked man remained motionless, poised above her on palms and knees, while she screwed herself.
Her sweaty buttocks made soft squishing noises on the little rug and rumpled it as she jerked. Violent thrills tingled through her torrid torso. She surged her belly, making ecstatic sounds deep in her throat and filling the thirsty hollow of her womb with hard, throbbing cock. The woman who delighted in being called slut�_"by him�_" treated herself to the marvelous sensation of fucking herself, of hot male meat gliding abrasively in and out of the wet, gushing slit she churned up and down.
He hung there above her while she plunged up and down, starting to huff for breath, until he felt the strain in his arms and knew she was tiring.
Then he began spiking cock to her.
His body moved hard, ramming, driving himself deep into the lusty hole of her loins. He cushioned himself on the warm strutting supports of her breasts while his body moved strongly up and down on hers. Slapping sounds rose on the sex-heavy air.
Whimpering and whining for more, she squirmed beneath him. Each breath burst from her in a gasp. Her curling fingers slicked over his back and clutched at his driving butt while he drove her own superbly-padded ass down into the rug with the force of his thrusts. His hands squeezed her full hips, starting to slide in their own sweat.
Their bodies pounded at each other barbarously, almost vicious in wild abandon to sexual need.
Her pussy depths contracted around him in rippling, undulant waves that seemed to pump his shuttling cock.
Without breaking for a moment the rhythm dictated by unquenched desire, he worked a hand under her and delved his fingers into the sweat-slick crease of her pillowy butt.
"Ah-uh-aaghh!" she gasped. "Put it in! Put it in!"
She twisted and turned, sighing and gasping. Sweat ran off her panting body. Sweat ran down her rearward crack, over his fingers. She squirmed her hips to make it easier for him�_"and to swallow his pleasuring length all the way up her heaving belly, trying to suck in his hairy scrotum as well.
With his cock all the way up her vaginal canal, he pushed his middle finger against the puckered little portal to her bowels. It was sweat-slick. His finger too was sweat-slick. He felt her anus squeeze, but he grinned and pushed.
"Ahhhhhh... " she gasped out. Her hands clutched him and she stiffened.
His finger entered the crater of her ass. Soft pink membranes expanded with slow reluctance to admit the stiff invading length. With her cunt completely cock-stoppered, his finger felt as big as another swollen cock coming up her back. She worked to control the frantic fearful cringing and tightening of the little ring of her asshole.
Then his palm was jammed up against the voluptuous, curved mounds of her buttocks. His longest finger was implanted all the way up her asshole. His prick was anchored all the way up her cunt-hole.
The big woman shuddered and otherwise lay very very still while her body accustomed itself to the dual piercing.
Muscles relaxed quiveringly. Membranous walls fluttered and stretched to loosen up. Secretions flowed.
"Ah God," she gasped tightly.
Her hands roamed lovingly over him. Her head suddenly jerked up and she planted a full-lipped kiss on his left nipple. Then her head fell back. "Ah God, I love you, Americano! Now... now... ball me blind!" He tried. He drove cock and finger repeatedly into violently twitching pussy and squirming rectum, massaging the quaking tissue-walls. He could feel the bulging hardness of his cock against the entrenched finger as though they were separated only by an expensive glove, sheer and wet.
He began pounding up and down. He spread her soft inner walls with hard, massive thrusts of his cock's throbbing great knob. Every movement he made scored her deeply. Every stroke rammed her rectal tunnel down his finger. Her buttocks mashed out and the finger drove deep. A minor orgasm made her quiver.
Warm inner juices laved the deeply-planted sexpole in the heat of her frothing pussy. Fused together in a wet pulsing mass of sweating writhing flesh, they screwed each other with convulsive jerks of their pounding bodies.
He wiggled his ass-clutched finger.
"Ah! Ah! Keep it in, keep it in deep, deep... I am... I am going... I... a-a-a-AHHHHHHHHH!"
The dual probing and piercing of her body hurled her over the edge. A heavy shudder seized her entire big form and she hit a blissful summit He watched the long-shuddering rapture come and go as her desire was slaked. He felt every twitch and tremor that ran through her. The big orgasm tightened her asshole around his finger and her cunt around his hard-on.
Her beautiful coming culmination wound down slowly. It left her drenched with sweat and dizzy.
He was seized with a wild ache to fuck her blind and fill her with squirts of hot sticky fluid until he passed out He rammed hard, ravishing her contracting vagina in a way that made her grunt with every penetrating stab of his prick up her sated gash.
His pounding humping body shoved it in and out until its swollen length was coated and glistening with her love-fluids. The soft, fluid-saturated folds encased the jabbing pole of his rigid and thick flesh like a tailor-made cock sheath. His temples pounded. Sweat flowed. He felt the sudden new sensitiveness in the head of his penis, the tightening up of his whole sweat-soaked sac. It was happening and he went totally still again, raising himself above her on his palms.
"Fuck it off!"
Her face flashed a smile like a neon sign. Closely watching his features for the final signs of his coming, she began slamming her body up and down. The liquid silk of her palpitating inner cunt rushed up and down his swelling, expanding cockshaft.
She saw his face tighten and his eyes bulge. He shivered and went board-stiff. Then he groaned.
He came, groaning and shuddering and immersing her cunt in semen while icy sparks jolted from his crotch through his quaking body. He drenched her with the milk of his balls, squirting it inside her in strong muscle-pulses.
Then he sagged down onto her, feeling as though his whole body was flowing down into the orgasm-relaxed softness of hers. She held him happily and both of them felt the separation when his blown prick slid limply out of her come-drooling cleft.
It was too hot and they were too sweaty; he had to roll from her. He lay on his back on the rug of her apartment and gazed unseeingly at the ceiling.
"There is some very cold beer," she said, raising herself on one elbow. One big breast slapped his arm and trailed sweatily over it.
"I would love a very cold beer," he told her. She smiled and bent to kiss his forehead. "I will get it. Shall I put something on?"
He slid a hand over her naked, sweaty haunch. "Absolutely not," he said, probing between her buttocks. "Stay naked. I don't have to go yet."
She kissed him again and got up to go for the beer. Her big asscheeks wagged and juddered, tawny and enticing. Semen drooled stickily down the dusky smoothness of her inner thigh.
CHAPTER TWO
Raul Herrera was filling in time by hand-drafting a memo about the party's progress in Espania. He had just glanced at his watch for the tenth time in the past half-hour, when he heard Edmunto's car pull up outside.
Raul himself met the balding man at the front door.
Edmunto did not waste time with pleasantries. Grinning broadly, he said, "Comrade Herrera! Ambassador Brooks is with his mistress!"
Raul allowed his thin, taut face to crease in a smile. "Good. Go in and pour yourself a drink until I return. I am going to advise the Senora Brooks at once!"
"Careful," Edmunto said, as his employer started across the porch in the direction of the gleaming Mercedes parked beside his big country house. "The 'Princess' may faint at news that her husband abandons such a beautiful, so-slim aristocrat as she at home while he fucks one of our lusty Espanian women... and one of peasant stock, at that!"
The thin Herrera glanced back. "Careful yourself, Edmunto. One does not refer to 'peasants' and 'aristocrats' these days. Comrade."
Edmunto looked abashed. "I am sorry, Comrade. A... slip of the tongue. Old habits, you know."
Raul Herrera said nothing. The door of the expensive German automobile closed behind him with a solid chung. He backed around and drove rapidly down his driveway.
"Turd," Edmunto muttered as he entered the big house. "I shall drink his best�_"and hide another bottle in my car. He has so much from his Russian masters!"
He went to Herrera's royally stocked liquor cabinet, trying to visualize what the tall and slender Yanqui ambassador would be doing right now in the arms of his big, super-sexy mistress. What a fool, Edmunto thought. Big raven-haired Espanian women were plentiful and many had tits like Ballena melons. But a slim and regal blond beauty such as Claudine Brooks�_"why would a man leave her bed for the likes of Morgana?
* * *
"Do you ever do this sort of thing with that blond statue you are married to, David querido?" Morgana asked. She writhed a little as he forced still more of the thin nylon of her panties up between her damp labia and into her slippery slit.
"The 'Princess'? Don't be silly. She's a lady. She wears her ladyhood like a badge. Twenty-four hours a day, Claudine is a lady. That's why I'm here with you, Querida and you know it."
"Missionary position?" the big woman pursued. She was trembling; now he was working his tongue into her navel and playing lingually with the deep crater.
"Missionary position, si," David confirmed, in an exasperated tone. "Two or three times a month, that is, when we... get together."
She slid her hand in between his thighs, sighing. "You are a hot-blooded man, David, a macho lover. A man who needs loving and sex and who needs a woman whose blood runs hot."
"Like you." Half-turning her voluptuous, tawny body, he let his hand wander up the silky backs of her thighs to the great divide.
She shuddered violently when he pulled down the wet panties and his fingers crept over the full, voluptuous curves of her naked haunches.
"Yes! Like me! Why�_"ah! Uh-umm! Be careful, please... just... put it in�_"uh! Ummmmm! A little at a ti-i-i-immme! Oh, lover!" A great shudder rippled the ripe luxury of her body. "Why did you... marry such a woman?"
"You being pushy, luv?" he asked, while gently raping her throbbing anus with a stiffened finger that imitated a long slim penis. He watched the quake and twitch of her well-padded buttocks.
"Um-ahhhh! No no, my darling. I make no demands... have I ever?" Without waiting for him to answer, she said, "No, I only wonder. She is so much more beautiful and I am so happy to have you. It does not seem a�_"marriage of passion, yours and your Claudine's."
He thought about what she said, while he continued to slide his finger steadily in and out of the intense heat of her ass-slot.
He could feel it growing less and less tight, loosening up inside as his gently-sawing finger tranquillized her anal sphincter and persuaded it to relax. Good. It was buggery he wanted this second time, not the normal black-bushed slash of her cunt.
He loved watching his cock moving in and out between the swelling tan mounds of her lushly ripe butt. He loved the feel of it, the extreme tightness around his prick and the fine padding cushions her asscheeks provided for his driving crotch. And he knew she loved it that way. She was his mistress precisely because she loved sex, loved men, loved cock�_"and loved it up the back. Her opulently curved body; the rich waving mass of her black hair; the swell of her big jiggly tits that were like footballs wrapped in satin; the womanly girth of her hips and her juicy, jutting behind... those were only part of it, welcome icing. Many women looked sexy. Not all of them by far lived up to the promise of their bodies, or even to the enticing ways they decorated themselves.
Morgana, though, was born for sex. And she lived for Probing her relaxing, opening asshole with his longest finger, David Brooks answered her query about his wife, Claudine... the Princess.
"I was twenty-one when I went to work for a company, back in the States," he said. "Nine years later I was vice president. And still single. A man named Attenborough founded that company and the family still owns forty percent of it�_"and many millions of dollars. My wife Claudine was an Attenborough."
Is an Attenborough, he thought. Once an Attenborough, always an Attenborough. It's a way of life, a state of mind, a permanent blessing... and a curse.
" 'The Princess' is only a nickname, because of the way she looks and acts."
"You married for money?"
He slapped one choice asscheek and watched it jiggle tensely. "Nope. It was an alliance. Both of us wanted it. Obviously I was going to be president of the company. Her father�_"and more importantly, her grandfather�_" wanted me in the family. And I certainly wasn't against marrying the most beautiful Attenborough in three generations!"
Morgana writhed on the bed, sighing, not even tensing up when she felt another finger join the first up the warm, narrow, throbbing sheath of her anus. It pushed on, ignoring the mild threat of her sphincter and both fingers eased on into her rectum.
"I am sorry I said that about money, lover. But if you were to be president of a company in los Estados Unidos, why did you come to South America?"
"On orders of my government," he said, with a satirical chuckle. "Both the Attenboroughs and I made nice contributions to our president's campaign. I was offered this post. We talked about it�_""
"You and the Attenboroughs."
"Yes. And I�_"we�_"accepted it."
She sighed, squirming contentedly on the bed like a giant purring cat while his fingers seemed to search for her bowels. "Well. She does make an extremely handsome ambassador's wife. She must have been the most beautiful woman in America." But she was thinking: The most beautiful ice-statue.
"Close to it, I suppose. And one of the wealthiest. And we are happy. I like your country, Morgana and Claudine likes being the wife of the ambassador to Espania."
"Um... oh... you are getting to me... so much, so much! I want you in me, lover, soon! But... Espania... this is the smallest country in all South America."
He chuckled. "One has to start somewhere, darling. Monaco is tiny, too, but Claudine would love for us to be assigned there. She's been told many times how much she resembles Princess Grace�_"when Her Serene Highness was in her twenties, I mean. I think Claudine is even sorry she's built considerably better. Christ, she even de-emphasizes her breasts and round fanny."
"Are her tits as big as mine?"
"No one's tits are as big as yours, Morgana," he said, with more gallantry than truth, while he reached under to stroke her full bush of jet black pubic hair. It could not be called silky�_"and he did not mind in the least. Claudine�_(tm)s sparse blond fleece was silky�_"as well as he remembered.
"Is her ass as round as mine?"
"No, Morgana." He massaged the soft indentation of the gorge between her cunt lips.
She wagged her hips. "Ah, oh, ohh amante, lover! And does she like fingers in her, like me?"
"No, Morgana." He slipped two into her cunt with ease. Turning his wrists, he rubbed the two fingers embedded in her rectum against its slippery floor and the two up her slippery cunt against its upper surface. He felt his own fingers, sliding over each other, separated only by tremulous inner membrane like oiled satin.
Morgana groaned aloud and arched her back, lifting her head and moving it slowly to and fro. "And... ah!... does she�_"like cock up her ass, lover?"
"No, Morgana."
Who knows, he mused. How'd I ever find out with a woman like Claudine? She even acts like a princess in the bedroom! But not this one. He was wearing a huge new hard-on now, like a vein-decorated club standing out before him. Her next words made it jump and darken with inflowing blood: "Well I do!" Morgana husked out throatily. "And you have got me so hot my cula sizzles and burns! Please... please fuck me now, mio amanto!"
So her asshole sizzles and burns, eh, he mused, smiling; he was more than pleased at her impassioned words�_"and invitation. "Get it up and ready then," he told her harshly. His throat was clogged with lust. He had suppressed this sexual roughness in him for years, with Claudine. Morgana loved it and he had learned to release himself anew, with her.
He watched while his dusky mistress moved swiftly to obey. In an instant she was on hands and knees. Distended, long tits dangled beneath her like rich pendants ending in rubies. With her crack aimed right at him, she waved the jutting half-moons of her backside in the air.
A jolt of scorching lust blazed through him and tightened up the loaded nut-pouch that felt like a heavy weight dragging at his groin. The wagging of her sexy haunches enticed him. His cock yearned out in heaving erection that pushed toward the so-tiny backhole between those exciting cheeks. He watched them soften and drift apart even more as she made a conscious effort to relax. The deep valley parting the flaring cheeks widened. Then he was gazing in, at the pursed, wrinkled little crater, the outer mouth of her hot pulsing asshole.
With one hand on one surging large cheek and the other guiding his hard, swollen cock, he leaned in to press its head into the furrow of her backside.
She shivered. He was heightening the hot pulsing sensation at her anus by rubbing the silky, swollen crown over the tiny and sensitive opening. As always, the head of his cock felt very hot and very large.
He attacked the resisting ring of muscle. She moaned aloud. Slowly, his cock was oozing into her anus.
He pushed and continued pushing until his prick was firmly enclosed in the narrow hole. It throbbed deliriously all around his meat. He could feel that narrow canal yielding up admittance, step by step.
Then it drove through her sphincter and wallowed in her rectal canal. Its presence in her, even though it hurt a trifling little, was indescribably erotic to the kneeling woman. So huge it was and so burning hot!
He held it there a long time while her tender asshole flowered around it. His hands smoothed and caressed constantly over the slightly quivering cheeks of her soft and prominent ass. Then he began to move.
He drew it far back, watching her lipless anal mouth pucker and flow out with the inflamed shaft, stretching like a virgin cunt that gripped his cock with helpless fervor. Then only the swollen, sensitive knob remained inside her. Clenched hotly in the sultry recess, it felt as if a big heated rubber band had been forced tautly around it He shoved his cock back up her ass.
Her big rump wiggled high in the air and tensed before the straining discomfort as he forced his bulging, bloated length of tubular masculinity into the splayed cleft of her anus. He gave her asshole as much strain as it could take, as much straining meat as it could hold. She was cloven and split and spitted on his turgid hard-on.
"Ahhhh... oh, oh loverr-r-r-rrrr," she purred, sighing out the words.
He began ramming. Surging hips drove his heavy cock into that salacious hole in a passionate ass-fucking that soon had her jerking and bobbing her butt in several directions at once. He stayed right with her. His prick stayed right in her.
Fiery tingles raced through the kneeling woman. Barely recognizable words flowed from her sagging mouth. She began thrashing wildly, bucking back against his pumping prick. The intensely narrow snug slot swallowed every hot swollen inch of him.
Hanging long and fat and pointed, her tits swung and jostled, feeling heavier and heavier. Her luxuriant black locks streamed down in a head-enveloping curtain that swished and shimmered with her movements and his.
He reached around her to grip and press and fondle her dangling breasts. Gathering up twin fistfuls of heavy-tipped tit, he pressed and manipulated them with a fascinated ardor. She could feel the sudden rush of blood into her nipples that made them throb and pant out into impudent hard-ons.
His body swung back and forth behind hers. The tight clinging membranes of her asshole were molded tightly around his imbedded cock, a bar of iron, heated iron up her rectum. He stared down the long deep crack to watch every lunging thrust up her back. He knew he was making it throb and ache�_"as his balls were beginning to do.
Buggering her steadily and deeply, he swung his hips without force to slide his prick smoothly into the little rear-mouth while he listened to the sexy sucking sounds as he slipped deeper into it and she went all juicy inside.
Her writhing, heated body squirmed in reaction to the demanding sexuality of the burning probe in her rectum. It split the sexy hot furrow wide open to accommodate its thickness and length. Her asshole became more and more loose and easy to drill in and out of. Her anular muscles gave way. Her rectum swallowed inch after inch of cock. Her ass had really opened up. He was lashing her bottom hot and deep-hued with his charging loins. And his hands kept kneading and flipping her big breasts around, massaging them to the point of unbearable stimulated pleasure. She knew it was not so, but she felt she'd been opened up so wide rearwardly that she could take an army up the ass. Her empty cunt dripped its hungering saliva. Cock pounded up her ass like a hot spike being hammered up her bottom's distended hole. Her flesh danced and quivered and she moaned in what was almost a surfeit of pleasure. It was wonderful this way! She loved it this way! By her breasts now, he was dragging her back to him while he drilled into her backside with more and more power.
He pumped harder and harder, battering into the hot valley of her ass with turgid strokes. The firm, prim muscles of that delicious anal tube commenced vibrating, loosening and tightening convulsively as she sought to squeeze his potent piston in the soft rectal confines. He drove through them with strong pummeling thrusts.
Her happy groans increased in volume. She circled and jogged her hips so as to caress and press his engorged cock every time it plummeted down the long wet tunnel of her back. A roaring flame of lust threatened to gut her. Waves of voluptuous pleasure ran through her and she shivered in delight.
With a little scream, she came and he felt swift squeezes all along his penis. On hands and knees, she could barely keep herself up.
Releasing her mauled, nipple-stretched tits, he let them swing loose and heavy beneath her. His hands returned to the corpulent beauty of her juddering, smoothly-curved cheeks. He gripped her butt with fingers and knuckles that went white with the force of his clasp.
And he hunched, ass-fucking the coming woman in a hard, fast, reckless rhythm until he heard the splashy sounds of her dangling breasts, jiggling and slapping each other with sweat-wet, pulpy sounds.
She was jerking and rocking as he impaled her hot rectum and made her wince at his vitality and the hot skewering length and width and thickness of his thrusting cock. She felt it swell to a new throbbing girth. He felt his balls tighten, starting to draw up into his crotch.
Bracing herself on knees and hands, she jerked her ass wildly. She pumped back and forth. That sudden activity triggered his guts into a volcanic orgasm. Suddenly warm semen squirted soothingly up the tender, humid depths of her asshole in violent spasms.
She could feel the pulsing of his cock on the semen-filled tunnel of her rectum, could feel the surging ejaculations of more incoming male fluid.
He gasped and shuddered, jamming the great swollen bulk of his spitting cock as far up her ass as he could get it, shooting warm come along the humid and gripping pathway to her bowels.
Then both of them collapsed onto the rumpled bed.
They lay together for a long time after he had emptied his balls. She did not tell him she loved him. She knew that he knew she loved him. But it was not for her to say the words. He was married to another woman, one who was a Norteamericana, of his people. Morgana felt without being able to understand it that her ambassadorial lover did love his wife�_"the Princess.
At last it was time for him to dress and go home to that tall, slender blonde. Morgana watched him go, with sadness.
Morgana was never to see him again.
CHAPTER THREE
Claudine Brooks, Raul Herrera thought, looked like a bouquet of fresh roses. Better!
Long, slim legs supported a sleek-hipped, slender-waisted body set off by the sharply concave swells of her breasts. There were both true beauty and a regal aspect in her fine-boned, very fair-skinned face. It was capped by coiled, soft-looking blond hair like a moving flash of sunlight. Even late at night when she obviously did not expect visitors and wore a flowing, all-covering negligee, she retained her look and bearing of haughty superiority.
She made his mouth go dry. A high-dominance woman�_"and how he'd love to have this long-limbed, haughty beauty at his... disposal! How magnificent she would be sprawled on a bed, his bed, long and svelte and ivory-white and deliciously disheveled! He tried to picture the unclothed whiteness of her lean, gently rounded hips and the smooth, muscularly taut little expanse of her creamy belly.
What did her tetas, her tits look like? Were they spherical or oval? High and firm or long and soft or neither? And her cunt, el cono... how pretty, what a cock-teaser it must be, lightly furred with the silken strands of that pale, pale hair, with lips like pink blossoms to pucker around a cock.
He almost smiled. If only this super-proud Norteamericana knew what he was thinking. She might show passion then! Her well-known icy cool might be broken then!
In a way, it was now. Her large blue eyes were like sapphires, with the same scintillating stars in their deeps�_"and they were just as cold as she stared at him.
"Is that all you have to tell me, Senor Herrera? Is that absolutely it? This is what brought you out on such a rainy night in New Madrid?"
Raul Herrera had to work to maintain the hooded gaze of his narrowed eyes. How intimidating beauty was, when it was aware of itself and its power!
"I have told you nothing, Senora Brooks," he said. "I merely asked: do you know where your husband is on this rainy night in New Madrid?"
Claudine Brooks heaved a contemptuous sigh. Wrinkles and stress-lines rushed up and down her loose white peignoir. It was too loose; he could not make out the shape of her bosom beneath. Because of the careful�_" and expensive�_"way she dressed, no -one knew what her breasts looked like. Except, Raul thought, Ambassador David Brooks. Yet, he wondered if even Brooks, the husband of this woman called the "Princess," knew what she looked like naked. Beautiful or not, it was significant that this woman's husband kept a big dusky mistress of mixed Spanish and Espanian-Indio blood.
"Of course I know where my husband is, Senor Herrera!" Claudine Brooks said. "Do I look such a fool? Do you think that the United States Ambassador and his wife would leave themselves open to this sort of visit from the head of Espania's Communist Party... an obvious prelude to blackmail? Come come, Senor Herrera, how naif you are! Of course I know where my husband is. He is in an apartment on Cortez Street, the apartment of his Espanian mistress!"
Herrera sat and stared at her, astonished and feeling totally stupid.
"Dolfo!" she called. "Come and show Senor Herrera out�_"he is just leaving!"
Dolfo came in to show Raul Herrera out. The head of Espania's Communist Party was quite incapable of speech. And he had driven over here and entered to brace her with such arrogant confidence! He'd really thought he had at last gained a hold on the American ambassador and his high-nosed wife.
Dolfo returned to the living room, a short, thick man who looked out of place in his black suit and necktie, with his black hair slicked back like a movie actor of the 1930's. He silently entered the room with the tall, ethereally beautiful wife of his employer, who had poured herself a cognac with her own slim, long-fingered hands.
"A regrettable interruption, Dolfo," she said with perfect control. "We should never have let him in." Swirling her brandy and with her long white gown swishing about her, Claudine left the room and seemed to drift up the stairs.
Dolfo stood at the foot of the stairwell and licked his lips. Then he hurried off to the pantry. Even Estrelita would do, in a pinch. Just thinking about that beautiful woman up there alone in her bedroom had him hard and huge in the groin. He'd ram his cock so far up Estrelita's unwashed snatch she'd taste his come in her throat!
Claudine carefully locked the door of her large, pale blue and white bedroom. Warming her lips with a small sip of cognac, she went to her big closet She opened the peignoir and peeled it from her shoulders to hang it away amid thousands and thousands of dollars' worth of clothing. Her only clothing now was a sleeveless gown of white satin, full length. It gleamed on the high, firm cheeks of her rump and fell in long ripples and folds from the silken firmness of her haunches.
Opening the shoulder closures, she let the gown slither from her pink and white body. She put it away and spent several minutes massaging her stomach and then her breasts, smoothing upward. Next she took down her ever-piled hair. Its shimmering blond length would surely have astounded even people who saw her every day, such as Dolfo and Estrelita.
The naked Claudine occupied herself for fifteen minutes, brushing that beautiful cape of spun gold hair. When she at last put down the brush, she picked up a book.
This new book from Stein and Day she found more than interesting. It was Peter Daily's The Fantasy Game (How Male and Female Sexual Fantasies Affect Our Lives). She had read it and made a number of marks; now she flipped back and forth, rereading the lines she had marked.
"Without fantasies," Dally established immediately, "we would become miserable, neurotic and tension-ridden. Without fantasy our lives would be dull, perhaps in tolerable and hopeless." and "The most common sexual fantasies are sado-masochistic."
They must be, Claudine thought, since mine are.
But she was totally unable to reveal or express her fantasies, even to David. They were too... private. Claudine was ashamed of them. She felt guilty about her fantasies. Daily's book provided part of the reason: "To know someone's sexual fantasies is to comprehend a large part of that person and his needs." Oh yes. And Claudine Attenborough Brooks was unable to reveal herself; she was one of those millions of mask-wearers who knew she wore a mask.
Flipping back and forth in the book, feeling her heartbeat speed, she read another of the passages she had marked. "A 'cock-teasing' woman may arouse a man to a pitch of excitement and then leave him standing on the pretext that intercourse is morally wrong. Some of these women wind up being sexually assaulted and even killed and there is probably a masochistic element in their behavior."
Oh, but I'm not a cock-tease, thought Claudine Brooks, who had interviewed Raul Herrera in her negligee without a robe and who played a high-schoolish game of keep-away with her own husband, constantly putting off his responses and advances. "Fantasies," Dally wrote, "are readily aroused by frustration and unsatisfied needs." Nonsense, thought Claudine Brooks. How could that be? I fantasize a lot and certainly I'm neither frustrated nor unsatisfied; I deny sexual urges and thus have no needs! I just happen to enjoy rape fantasies and Dally did after all say that "Rape fantasies are particularly common" in women. Perfectly normal!
Claudine recalled some lines from a book she'd never let David know she had, Gerald and Caroline Greene's 1974 S-M: The Last Taboo. The Greenes quoted Doctor Abraham Maslow: "The high-dominance woman unconsciously wishes to be raped." He said they all had high sexual drives and the Greenes added, "The high-dominance woman, with a strong sex drive, is then more likely to want to be taken than asked."
Like the women in Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged, Claudine Brooks mused, smug to have found evidence in literature. Then a marked line in Daily's book leaped up at her and she shivered.
"Carol's fantasies are of being raped and kept a prisoner by a powerful, over-sexed man."
The book slipped from her hand, dropped forgotten to the floor while she walked across the room. Daily's book was psychology; other things she kept hidden and not even her husband, terribly busy and also occupied with his mistress, knew of her private reading habits. From a shoebox on the floor of the closet she drew an adults-only novel.
Sprawling her naked body on the bed, she opened the book to a marked place. She had last ceased reading in mid-scene, because she had been already... sufficiently aroused by the book. Now as always, she read partially aloud, in a faint murmur that was for her ears only. That way she better felt and saw what she was reading.
"She tried to move, to escape. But sharply severe pain singed into her dangling tits. Helpless, forced into her utterly servile role as a vessel for his driving rutting lust, she could only stand where she was, impaled in both shoulder and rectum and suffer herself to be skewered in pain and crushing degradation.
"She stood in the open, naked and quivering, with her ass in the air. He stood straddle-legged behind her and brutally caressed himself in the depths of her quavering, stuffed ass. The rough bark of the tree to which he'd secured her abraded the top of her head."
Claudine's long, slender, nicely molded thighs drifted farther apart, opening the milky-white cheeks of her upturned rump. The delicate amber-pink hole in its center crease flexed, squeezing convulsively as she read of the vicious anal rape of a helplessly bound girl named Peggy. Holding the book open with one hand, Claudine slid the other beneath her, sliding her fingers over her lightly haired, fleshily thrusting and spongelike mound. She read: "Her muscles gave way before his driving power. Her internal tissues relaxed. Despite her cries and feeling of horrified humiliation and pain, a glow of pleasure began to warm her belly. She hated it. It infuriated her. Her body quaked. Her breasts shook and slapped wetly together, sweatily rubbing beneath her. She moaned steadily, emitting an unending unh-unh-unh-unnh noise that served to fire his lust.
"To her horror, the straining girl began to sigh as rapturous feelings built inside her. Realization of her growing pleasure in this defilement was a hateful new pain in her mind. Fuck me, she thought. I am your whore make me a whore fuck me-e-e FUCK ME!"
As she read, her mouth having drifted open without her knowledge, Claudine's hand practically scratched her vulva.
Immediately below her bedroom, the heavy-hipped cook, Estrelita, threw her fleshy thighs apart in complete surrender when Dolfo's fingers reached down to cup her bulging vulva. The black-tufted triangle tickled his palm as he rubbed it. She sighed and moaned and urged it up to his hand.
Dolfo grinned and parted her juicy cuntlips. One hairy dark finger tickled its teasing way in between the moist deep-hued flanges, seeking the treasure trove of her musky sex. She grunted when it slid up her cunt, grunted again and sagged back on the pantry table when he began to move that finger vigorously in and out.
She was secreting vaginal fluid in streamlets and he thrust a second finger into her with slithering ease. Then a third. Lying back on the table, she flexed her hips against his palm and sighed in libidinous pleasure. Her body sucked his pumping fingers strongly, down inside the hot wet passage they whipped in and out of.
"Get it in me! Put your whang in me, Dolfo, damn it! I'm so hot my pussy's sizzling! Drop it in and fuck me dead!"
Her high-mounded stomach heaved. Her big buttocks caught and squeaked as he pulled her toward him, along the table. Her fleshy legs dangled and her thighs jiggled. Within their shielding mass of hair, the moist red flesh of her cunt's puckered lips gasped, just at the table's edge.
"You dam' ole whore�_"you've got a cunt like a barn door!"
"Well," she simpered, "it's a good thing you've got the horsecock to put in the barn then!" Coming to a sitting position, she grabbed at his big broadheaded cock. Her tugging hand pulled the foreskin back over the fat glands even as he shoved the whole stalk at her.
The pressuring lobes of her open cunt pushed it back and again bared the shining cockhead as he drove it into her. She trembled when she felt the fat silky crown of his big poker wedging into the pink-red maw between the glowing lips of her lower belly.
"Ah! Christ�_"It feels so good!"
She fell back onto her elbows and grinned delightedly at him. All that beautifully big lifegiving pussy-reaming cock, coming into her needy hole! Standing, he rammed with all his might. With a groan she lifted her big soft buttocks clear of the table, shoving her capacious pussy along the hard flesh of his prick. It went deep and she felt it all. She strained hard, quivering with effort, to cram herself all the way to the belly.
Dolfo endeared himself to her then with his big, unusually thick penis. The thick root of that staff caressed her elongated clitoral budlet while it dilated petal-soft, splaying vulvar lips even more than they had been forced to part by that strong humping entry.
The sprawling woman groaned aloud. Hot stabs of flame were besieging her throbbing clit. While he continued plowing recklessly in and out of her flooding vaginal swamp, she responded in an unreserved abandon. The standing man was putting all the strength of his legs into it, fucking her good and hard in the grip of an imperious animal lust that smashed all resistance and opened her cunt wide. She was weak with desire and blind need.
Raising his hips, he drew far back, far, until she frowned and whimpered at being bereft of good hard cunt-plug. Then he lashed into her again. He drove and drove, legs straining, seeking her womb, probing for the very center of her big belly. The ambassador's cook fell back on the table and her head banged. She didn't care. She hunched hard to her standing fucker and her ass made squeegy noises on the tabletop. The table rocked and wavered. Its legs moved a little along the floor with the force of his fierce spasmodic thrusts. She grunted and braced herself to get it all.
A minor orgasm rippled through her, one of several comelets she usually enjoyed while balling. She didn't always get the big one. Dolfo was fucking fast and hard and deep with a thick bar of a prick that pressured her clit as it steamed in and out of her. But that was the only touch he vouchsafed her sex-button. Macho and machismo meant being male and in Espania that meant being a rooster and to hell with the female; get it in and get it off. She should be grateful to get herself dumped and plugged and plumbed, her womb tickled by macho meat. Though not all that unusual elsewhere, that was the Espanian way.
In truth, Estrelita was grateful. Estrelita was overweight, everywhere but in the chest and she loved to fuck. It had not happened all that often. Sensations jerked her over-lush body and inflaming lust throbbed through her as he writhed against her meaty, sweating curves. The thickfiess of his burning pole split the anxious mouth of her cunt like a knifed melon. And she wriggled, undulated, squeezed his engulfed prick within her boiling cunt Meaty thighs shivered as they clamped his legs.
Panting, he plugged himself up her dilated cush as deeply as he could spear into it. She moaned, feeling and loving the truncheon of hard muscle caught in her soft encircling labia and caressed by their warm grip. She sighed, grooving on a bellyful of hot cock.
Another cunt-clutching orgasm flashed through her and her mounded belly rippled. She grunted loudly. So did Dolfo.
She never noticed that Dolfo's eyes were closed. Dolfo was fantasizing. He was thinking about his blond employer, the magnificent Princess right upstairs over his head. Working to imagine that this was not heavy, sweating grunting Estrelita but her blond mistress, Dolfo crammed in deep and started coming.
* * *
Upstairs, Claudine Brooks had no idea that a hot flood of sperm was even now flowing beneath her very bedroom and oozing out to form a shiny coating on the tabletop. Had she known, she'd have been disgusted... while her hand raked viciously at the little bud at the top of her firm, pink-tinted cunt lips. Her vagina was wet and drooling. Already her clitoris was sore. She had such trouble, she told herself, because her clitty was under-developed. But she went on rubbing at it, squeezing and jerking desperately while she continued reading. Her voice wavered as she formed the words aloud, quietly.
"'That thing slipped right into you, huh?' And he chuckled.
"She stared horrified, then started to move forward, to draw her stinging smarting broadly expanded anus off the ham-smeared branch stub that impaled her. But his hands slapped her hips, holding her firmly in place against the tree.
"She stood, shifting her feet and trembling in agony and horror. She could feel the rough bark of the tree against her tender buttocks. That meant the protruding stub of broken branch, which he'd said was six or seven inches long, was all the way into her cringing anus!"
Claudine read on, rubbing at her sore clitoris, while poor Peggy's callous captor called her a "naked drool-cunted whore" and slapped her hip, "which rammed her another half-inch or so onto the impaling stake, as her resilient buttocks flattened against the tree."
Shuddering, full of fire in her excitement-laden belly, Claudine let the book riffle closed. She shoved it under a pillow and wallowed naked on her bed. On her back, she worked at her reluctant love-bud and the thirsty orifice of her cunt with both hands. And went gliding off into a dark fantasy that might have raised the eyebrows of the cool Mister Dally, author of the book about sexual fantasies...
The hands at her core were not her own, but the rough, hairy, dark and unclean ones of a big Espanian laborer. She imagined that her helpless cunt was streaming vast quantities of fluid. His fingers pulled and tugged at her open pussy, distending its soft pulpy lips to the tearing point and sending quivers through the mistreated flesh. She couldn't help herself. She was turned on. She couldn't help this, it wasn't her fault, he was her captor, a brute who was having his way with her. Her quaking body bucked and writhed and pumped up and down as he thrust fingers up her cunt and glued his mouth to her naked breasts, chewing and sucking. He and six others were going to rape her, melt the skin from her until her raw and inflamed vagina was half flayed by the continuous penile frictioning in and out.
There was no anal penetration in Claudine's fantasies. She could not imagine that or identify with it; it was a disgusting concept She did know, though, how sensitive her breasts were and she knew that were she a helpless thing forced to accept sex, they'd not be ignored...
He scooped her poor naked breasts up with hands like clutching claws, his fingers digging deep to their deepset cores, pulping the puttylike flesh with his iron fingers, shaping and stretching the beautiful white balls. Her sweaty body quaked and she flailed and fought against him, but she was helpless and he continued mauling her tits. He raked her trembling tits with his nails and she knew as she went into spasms of pain that bloody furrows were oozing blood...
Claudine sobbed aloud as she lay on her back with her legs obscenely spread and one hand gouging at her cunt while with the other she squeezed one of her own breasts with most of her strength. Her clitoris was in pain�_"and it wouldn't come.
Tears rolled from her eyes, tears of frustration. Her poor nasty little clitoris felt like a tiny piece of raw hamburger. And Claudine knew fear.
She was beautiful. She was desired by everyone. She was, she was! I am, she told herself, I know it! But her own attitudes and unconquerably cool hauteur made it impossible for her to let go even in the embrace of her own husband. On those steadily decreasing occasions when he balled her, she could only lie there�_"and fantasize. Wishing. Wishing that she could let go, that he would make her let go, that somehow he and she could make her come.
We did it just a week ago, she thought, but she knew that it had been more than a week. He's a man, he should make me do what he wants, he should take me, fuck me, not have intercourse with me, make me trace out his body with my hands and wiggle and�_"and whatever that whore he goes to does!
Claudine sobbed uncontrollably then, at the realization of her complete hopeless helplessness. She could not respond to David as a loving, sex-needing woman and she could not bring herself off either. The pressure of her urgently rubbing fingers on her vulvar flesh was an agony. It did nothing for her tormenting state of extreme sensual arousal.
Her clitoris was terribly sore now. A bright red button peeped frustratedly, tauntingly out of her pretty pussy. She was tired and her arm ached from the constant rubbing. Even viciously pinching her nipples accomplished nothing.
But when David came home and knocked softly on her door, Claudine pretended to be asleep. She heard him go down the hall to what had been one of the guest bedrooms. They still called it that. But now it was his bedroom, as this one was hers. She turned over, wincing at the harsh feeling of the sheet against her genitals�_"the sheet was satin�_"and she cried herself to sleep.
* * *
Edmunto knew that Raul Herrera's visit to Claudine Brooks had gone far from well. But he dared not ask what had happened. He watched Herrera slam open the door of the liquor cabinet and jerk out a bottle of cognac.
"Tomorrow is the eighteenth birthday of George Buchanan's daughter," Herrera said through clenched teeth. "You and Gaston and Caballo are to give her a birthday present"
"A... birthday present?"
Herrera poured, drank, poured again. "A seminal gift, Edmunto. My name is not to be mentioned. But she is to know, 'Munto, enough to tell her father to stay out of politics."
"Nothing more?"
"She is not to be hurt, Edmunto. Just... fuck hell out of the little Yanqui bitch!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Bobby had parked the car only for a moment. The engine was still running and eighteen-year-old Amy Buchanan sat well over in the center of the front seat, wondering if it was too late for her to invite Bobby in to make out a little. After all�_"this was her birthday!
The doors opened on both sides of the car, almost at once. A mustached Espanian slid under the wheel and a balding Espanian shoved in on the other side of her. The knife he showed her, down near her thighs, closed her mouth. Her eyes remained wide. The mustached man pulled away from the curb.
"Hey�_"stop! This car belongs to Robert Collins of the Foreign Service�_"and I'm George Buchanan's daughter!"
"We know. Be quiet." The knife moved up and just touched the spot where the tip of her small conical left breast pressed out the cloth of her blouse. "Be very quiet, Amy, or we'll find out if this tit is fat enough to keep this knife out of your heart!"
The car turned a corner and rolled down a street, not hurrying.
"Please�_"what do you want?"
"Less noise."
The car turned another corner and they were on a dark, seemingly deserted street. Halfway down it, a car was parked, an old Buick. The mustached driver pulled in behind it. He started to get out. With terror gripping her heart, Amy opened her mouth to cry out.
The man beside her tickled her breast with his knife�_" and shoved a wadded handkerchief into her mouth.
The girl was still spluttering when the balding Espanian flung her into the other car's back seat. The mustached man had already gotten into the back seat and her flailing young body fetched up sharply against him. A third man was behind the wheel and the car's engine was running. He gunned off.
As Amy floundered about, the mustached man grabbed her blouse-covered breast in one gloved hand. Fingers clamped and a new lurch of terror jolted through her. She had told them who she was and they had let her know they already knew. They had meant to kidnap her then; her specifically, the daughter of George Buchanan, head of Vespa Copper's Espanian operation. Dad had been having all that trouble with Communist organizers at the plant, even out at the mines. There had been definite sabotage and he had at last ordered several of the ringleaders fired.
The shivering girl realized that she wasn't being kidnapped for ransom. This was political. Or... steel fingers seemed to grip around her heart. Or... this was retaliatory. Vengeance!
"What�_"what do you want?" she managed to squeak out, twisting so her breast escaped Mustache's clutching fingers. The other man�_"Halfbald�_"slapped her rump where her skirt was tightest. She yelped and started wiggling in a new direction.
"We want you to remember one thing," she was told, in thickly-accented English. A hand squeezed her upper arm, hard. He shook her. "Are you listening, gringa? Do you hear me?"
"Y-ye-e-e-ess!" she assured him, the word emerging spurtily as he shook her.
The car swung sharply around a corner: She tumbled against Mustache. His hand skidded over her blouse, trying to grab her taut young breast again. The other man didn't yield his grip and a thrill of pain leaped through her arm.
"Good. Remember this, then. Remember to tell your papa that he had best just run his copper exploitation and stay out of politics!" He emphasized by jerking her arm. "Or next time it will be worse than this!"
"Ow!"
Amy's heart was pounding. She felt sweaty and she'd never been so scared in her life. Mustache had now grasped the front of her blouse and was squeezing as if he hated tits, sending hot flashes of pain shooting into her throbbing helpless titties. Her father was old-fashioned and she'd been brought up that way. Not even when she and Bobby were kissing and slyly fondling on the couch had his hands been so callously intimate.
"B-but Dad isn't IN politics!" she cried miserably. She tried to twist away from Mustache. That just made both men squeeze the harder, at breast and arm. Halfbald slapped her face ringingly.
"Don't be smart! He�_(tm)ll know what we mean!"
Her cheek burned from the slap. "I know," she whimpered. "You're C-Communists, aren't you? You're trying to take over Dad's plant!"
"Right now we're taking over Dad's daughter! Easy up there, Cab�_"" Halfbald broke off without pronouncing the driver's name. "This road's full of pot-holes."
"Where are you TAKING me-ee?" the girl wailed.
"Just about... here," the driver snapped and he slammed on the brakes.
Amy's body was catapulted forward. She heard her blouse rip�_"her birthday blouse!�_"and then her throbbing breast was free of the clutching hand and her head banged into the back of the front seat. She saw a sudden flaring spray of bright lights that were present only inside her head.
The door opened to her left and Amy made a wild, unreasoning break for the open space. Half-bald grabbed the collar of her blouse from behind. Her violent movement was arrested and there was new discomfort to her tight cones of breasts as the blouse went very tight across the thrust of those firmly-muscled swellings.
Then cloth ripped loudly again, unable to withstand her forward movement and his gripping hand. With a cry Amy went flying right through the open doorway of the car, with every button of her blouse ripped right through its hole.
Her head butted into the belly of the mustached man, who was waiting with open arms. He caught her with fingertips ramming into both her armpits. At the same time, his knee came up into her belly. It was tiny, narrow and hardly mounded at all, but the impact sent pain leaping through her and drove every gust of wind out of her lungs.
The pretty young girl went to her knees, gagging. Only hairy male hands in her fear-wet armpits kept her from falling flat. Emerging from the car behind her, Halfbald completed the destruction of the new blouse just imported from the United States.
"Uh!" Mustache grunted. "Nice-stuffed brassiere on this little bird!"
"Fuck the bra," the driver's voice snarled. It was a deep voice. "Let's see her tits, Edmunto."
"No no NO!" Amy cried out, struggling.
She stiffened and her eyes bulged when she felt the cold kiss of a steel blade against her back. It was the back of Halfbad's�_"Edmunto's�_"knife and it slid up under her bra-strap with no intention of cutting her soft tight young skin. Amy squealed and jerked. That merely aided Halfbald/Edmunto, The strap parted and her tight-skinned pair of titties bobbled free. She felt the rush of cool air over the pink crowns, which tightened instantly up into jutting buds.
Her shocked mind reeled. Her terrible shame and humiliation at the exposure of her shapely breast-cones was as nothing compared with her fear. Hot tears rushed down her pretty cheeks in glistening rivulets.
"Hum... nice!" the driver commented. He reached down to surround her breasts with enormous hands.
"Ah-ayAEEE! No�_"oh-h-oh-h-h�_"NO!"
On her knees amid three men, she squirmed frantically. New groans of humiliation escaped her quavering lips. Her pointed, high young breasts were silky-skinned clay in his rough hands and he seemed bent on molding them into grotesque new shapes. Inexpressibly shocked and revolted, the sheltered young girl wriggled and squirmed in an agony of shame and hot pain.
The huge driver dragged her to her feet by pulling at her bloated chest. With a harsh chuckle he shoved her back against Edmunto. Edmunto grasped her at the waist, wiped his hand familiarly down over her thrusting and very firm left buttock and shoved her to Mustache. Her tight tits barely jumped,, jiggling. She sobbed. Running a hand up under her skirt, he squeezed the firm-fleshed bulge at the crotch of her panties. She squealed and flailed at him with one hand while she grabbed at her rising skirt with the other. Chuckling, he shoved her back against the giant driver, Cab-something, who grabbed her arms with hands like rough steel bands.
While he held her firmly back against his towering form the other two men ripped and tore and dragged off her skirt and panties.
She was naked before three pairs of burning eyes. Her every muscle and nerve quivered in fearful anticipation. She tried to kick Mustache�_"who slapped her pretty titties, back and forth and back again, filling the helplessly thrusting cones with fiery pain from his stinging fingers and from the violent jouncing of the mistreated extrusions.
Their captive sagged weakly. She sobbed in helpless defeat against the driver's body�_"and shuddered at what she felt against her lower back. There was a great bulge in his fly that pressed against her just above the delectable morsels of her wriggling and now naked bottom. The man with the mustache and the balding knife-wielder called Edmunto stepped back.
As if they had never seen a naked female before and had just discovered the nudity of the girl they had forcibly stripped, they stared.
"Good... young stuff," the mustached man said huskily.
The tearful girl's shoulder-length hair was straggling now and locks strayed across her tear-wet face. Marked with glowing red fingerprints from the slaps they had received, her rounded, tip-pointed breasts quivered furiously as she panted like an animal at bay. Dark male eyes ranged downward, over the tiny curve of her belly and its shallow navel to the sleek triangular nest of her pubic hair. She was unusually hairy down there and the piled thatch looked nylon-soft. Hot gazes seemed to sear her sturdily sinewed, naked thighs with their pronounced tendons and the quivering cunt crevice at their junction.
"Like to eat that, Gast?" Edmunto smiled.
"No," Gaston said and his voice quivered with lust. His hand shook when he tugged at his mustache. "I just want to fuck it"
"Oh, no-o-o-ohhh," the girl moaned quietly.
"Suppose it's been fucked much?"
"Shit, stupid, it's her eighteenth birthday! Of course she's had cock tunneling through all that fur." Gaston stepped forward and extended a hand to her thick pubic bush.
"No! DON'T! I HAVEN'T!"
He sneered and she could hear the greasy-haired man's heavy breathing as he bent to her close-pressed legs. Teasing her, he bypassed the furry patch at their apex and ran his hand freely up and down soft slim thighs.
She tried to kick. "Nuh-uh... don't... "
Grinning, he slid his hands over onto her mound. She went stiff and sucked in a sharp breath. The lecherous fingers stroking over the sweetly curling thicket of her pubic fleece and tight-clenched labia brought shame-filled moans and pleading little gasps from her quivering lips.
The girl glanced wildly around. Trees. Underbrush, bushes, weeds. The parked car. Three men�_"she gasped. Her eyes had passed over Edmunto and now her gaze swerved back. The balding, dark man had brought the semi-hard shank of his uncircumcised penis from out of his pants... with his eyes fixed on her lewdly naked young body.
Then Gaston opened his pants and took out his own cock. She stared down at it, wide-eyed, both fascinated and revolted. Her eyes rose to his face. It showed her only the animal need of inflamed lust for her inexperienced young body. With a little sigh she seemed to go into shock and sagged limply while the huge man behind her lifted the girl. He raised her body with ease, pulling her up until she was on the tips of her bare toes. She grunted when her feet left the ground completely.
With his cock in one hand, the fully-clothed Gaston stepped close. Her breath hissed in between her teeth when she felt the heat and pressure of his swollen tool against her furry pubis. Still the teenaged girl was silent Her taut breasts heaved up and down, jiggling a little with her panting lungs.
Gaston opened her up. He separated the swollen flesh of the soft, juicy flaps of her cunt and prodded in.
Again her hissing intake of air at the feel of her intimate flesh dilating around the redly swollen head of his penis. It pushed in, upward and inward, filling her vaginal vestibule with its knoblike glands. "Uh�_"oh!"
"Easy, easy, little pussy," Gaston grinned. "It only hurts for a little while." The other two men laughed at the old line.
"Please... please don't. It hurts... "
"Blame it on your father," he told her and shoved.
At the same time the big man behind her loosened his grip on her arms so that she slid down. Her feet smacked the ground. He clamped her arms again then, in steely fingers.
Parting hair and lips and inner membranes, one of which he burst and retired forever, the standing man plowed deeply up her extremely hot cleft, far far up into the long-closed furrow of her vagina. The tightly-drawn ring of her cunt slammed down onto the very base of his cock. He ground up and in, straining against her, jacking his knees and pressing until his hard crotch chewed into her soft, splayed nether lips. Her belly quaked, her body flexed and her hips twisted wretchedly from side to side.
"Oh God, tight," he announced to his wide-eyed associates.
"Mother of God," Edmunto gasped, "she waif virgin! Look!" He pointed at the blood trickling down those quivery thighs.
The girl seemed to have accepted the pain and the degradation, the forcible smashing of her virginal barrier and the entry of another body into her own. But now, reminded of that broken membrane and the fact that the scarlet proof of her perforated virginity was oozing and trickling down her leg, she broke into desolate tears.
Gaston laughed. Then he willingly obeyed Raul Herrera's command to fuck hell out of her.
Standing before the girl the big man held so firmly, Gaston swept open her thighs and hunched his body strongly back and forth to gouge his hard-on in and out of her slender, burning slit. It gripped him tightly. He twisted his body without letting his meat emerge. Hard hot cock scoured her delicate inner flesh and brought a gasping, whimpering groan from deep in her throat The tight circle of the lips of her throbbing little pussy held and squeezed as he lunged into her with lust-dictated strength and ferocity. His hand came up: Trapping one rosy nipple-bump between thumb and forefinger, he clamped and tormented as he pounded her body with his.
The moaning girl's back-forced bottom rubbed against the rough cloth of the pants of her captor, making her flesh smart and tingle. The hard, bulging pressure against her bottom made her too aware that another big male demolisher impatiently awaited its turn to slice up her pussy. She groaned and sobbed softly. Her pinched and constantly-twisted nipples ached hotly. Her breath came in ragged gasps.
He pinched hard, gripping her squirming body by the tits and forcing her liquid tight cunt to engulf and enfold the churning staff he plied her with.
"Uh," he grunted, "Ah-arrrrgghhhh!"
And his lurching body bathed her virginal vagina with the squirting fluid of his tensing balls.
"Ah, ah... good fuck," Gaston grunted throatily and he staggered back.
The girl, too, sagged. Only the powerful grip of the huge man's arms held her on her feet. Pink-tinged semen trickled from her split cuntlips. She felt it. It tickled.
Over her forlornly lolling head, Edmunto's eyes met the even darker ones of the man called Caballo: Horse. Caballo looked a question at him. Edmunto grinned, wagged his big erection and made a sweeping "After you, my dear Alphonse" gesture.
Caballo released the captive's arms. With a frightened little moan of surprise, Amy dropped to her hands and knees. Her hair and breasts swung down loosely. Grinning, Caballo gazed down at the round pink halves of her naked rump as he opened his pants. Out jumped enough cock to pleasure a whore of thirty years' over-experience. Even on a man of Caballo's gigantic proportions, it was an impressive bludgeon. A horsecock, on a man named Horse.
"Don't move, girl," he said, in barely recognizable English. "Jou do and I weel tear off jour tetas!"
The birthday girl trembled under the words as though they had been lashes from a hard-swung whip. She was weeping softly, so that tears coursed down her cheeks to plop softly to the ground beneath her. But there was no fight in her. She remained still, as he ordered. The small girl knelt before the giant of a man humbly,- her tender young bottom upturned, her head bowed in submission.
Caballo dropped to his knees behind her.
"Uh!" Her head jerked up and she lurched slightly forward at the feel of his big bludgeon-like penis banging her buttocks. Then its swollen head flopped on down their crease to nuzzle the thickly-bushed split of her violated vulva. His hands rushed out to grasp her hips and he pushed.
"Guh!" The gouging, dilating ram of that huge cudgel drove her forward. It felt as though she had been miraculously restored to maidenhood and was now being opened anew. She felt every instant, every millimeter of the slow, grinding, difficult entry of several inches more than "normal" cock length.
The tender folds of her tight pink pussy stretched around the corona and the flaring ridge at the base of the peach-sized glands. His hands had to leap around her, big fingers digging into her waist and belly, to hold her in place.
Her thighs flexed and undulated spasmodically while she moaned. God O God, the pressure!
Stiff, probing tool forced itself deeper still into her quivering hole. It felt hot, incredibly and intensely hot�_" and sharp-edged. Her eyes blazed wide. She knew it wasn't but�_"would it never end, this ballbat destroying her vagina?
It came in, deeper and deeper. Caballo kept pushing. She had about half of it. The gringa was going to get it all, if he had to use his giant cockhead to drill a hole up the bottom of her belly. His lips peeled back to bare his teeth, like a snarling animal. Her thick-haired crotch's violently red lips were stretched around the full breadth of his great steaming prick like a rubber band.
And still that bulbous head was pressing in and in!
Her head rolled weakly. Her belly tightened and roiled above her cannibalized cunt. Thunk.
"Chica, jou've got all of the fines' cock in all Espania up jour poosy! Jou are espoiled for all other men, forever!"
She only groaned, a gagging sound.
Caballo held that enormous cunt-wrecker in place. He made no movements, but gathered up the Americanos thighs. He clamped them up against the front of her body so that she grunted out an ugly, strained noise.
Then Caballo began sliding her back and forth on his awesome cock.
It went on and on. She groaned unendingly. He fucked her with delight�_"for him. But he was hugely built and she was thrillingly young and tight. With a deep sigh he very swiftly started blowing his warm cream up in her fiercely expanded pussy, to join the semen Gaston had left there to grease her.
Gasping and quivering throughout his giant frame, the man called Horse lowered Amy Buchanan to the ground with a thump. Slowly, he withdrew his drained fuck pole. It at last emerged, great even in its flagging flaccid state, with a loud liquid plop.
"Uh-oooogh." She crouched there with her knees drawn up and her forehead on the ground between her flat-pressed palms.
Edmunto was waiting impatiently with an impatient cock he'd been playing with for too many minutes. As Caballo rose, Edmunto stepped away and motioned. The big man bent his head to listen while Edmunto whispered. Caballo grinned.
Caballo sat down on the ground before the girl with his big flopping peter just at the crown of her bowed head. I Straightening his legs out on either side of her, he slid his hands in beside her head and under her. She hardly moved when his huge hands wrapped around the almost hard, dangling pendants of her tits.
"Be steel, leetle cheeken, or I squeeze jour teets een two!"
He held her thus while Edmunto slid to his knees behind her upturned bottom. He stroked the quivering rounds of the firm cheeks and patted them. Then he gripped his cock. The thickly hairy hole he steered his big knob toward was well open, lips furled and angrily red, abraded raw. The pale yellow-white fluid of Caballo's warm come dribbled obscenely out of it in a steady trickle.
Edmunto smiled and ran his cock straight into the long, parting slash of that open, semen-drooling cunt.
"Uh." That was her only vocal reaction. She was numb. Her body quivered; that was her only physical reaction.
Edmunto ran his cock easily in and out. He felt hardly any friction at all, Caballo's mighty horsecock and his and Gaston's combined seminal alluvium had left a warm, slushy mush of what had a half-hour or so ago been the tight-lipped, hymen-stoppered vagina of a virgin.
At the same time as he pumped himself in and out of that lake of semen, he peeled open her buttocks like a great peach. The dainty little brownish-pink blossom of her anus seemed to wink at him. Grinning, he winked back.
His cock dripped with other men's semen when he pulled it all the way out of her cunt. Heedless of her cries, he planted it in her ass while Caballo held the straining jerking moaning girl-become-animal in place.
Utterly limp, she hardly noticed when the torrent of hot sperm gushed into her bowels. Smiling and gasping in post-orgasmic weakness, Edmunto pulled his slimy, flaccid prick prick out of her back. She quivered. She was limp while they loaded her back into the car.
Amy was only just coming to her senses when they stopped just beside the main gate of New Madrid's largest cemetery and pushed her out. Edmunto was laughing softly, wondering how the newspapers would handle this political kidnapping!
"I hope we get another assignment like this," Caballo said in his deep voice. "Why are you so quiet, Gaston?"
Gaston sighed. "I was just thinking. You know who I'd rather have on a job like this than even that squirmy little virgin?"
Edmunto knew. He was thinking about Claudine Brooks, too.
CHAPTER FIVE
George Buchanan had a barely-controlled mop of tightly-curled red hair, a pair of blue eyes that could strike terror into the eyes of his employees and had long ruled his daughter Amy and a temper.
Manager of Vespa Copper, largest U.S. company in Espania, Buchanan was also accustomed to getting his way. Socialist and Communist attempts to organize and alienate his employees had resulted in his leaving his coat in the office and entering the arena himself. Attempts to intimidate him brought sneering, snarling replies. Threats against his family had finally forced him to fire the ringleaders and to call the Espanian Interior Minister and the U.S. ambassador.
Today he did not call. He came to Ambassador C. David Brooks in person and his eyes were ablaze. David's soft-voiced attempts to remind Buchanan of international politics had failed to quiet the man�_"which Brooks could understand.
"They were locals, Mister Ambassador!" George Buchanan raged, as he'd been raging for the past fifteen minutes. "God dammit, three lousy dirty Espanians grabbed my sweet virginal daughter and RAPED her! What the shit is the use of having a big powerful nation like ours and an ambassador here, if you can't protect American nationals in Espania�_"and do something when they're abused!"
"Mister Buchanan, the situation here is such that�_" Buchanan shot to his feet. "You and I both know those bastards were in the pay of the Communists, Brooks! They've been creating trouble for over a year now and I just canned the ringleaders�_"thugs! You and I also know there is one man in Espania who can control them. Now are you going to Raul Herrera, or am I?"
Brooks gazed at the red-faced man. Christ, his daughter! The dirty bastards! He's right; I've been pussyfooting long enough. Too long.
"Mister Buchanan, this is horrible and I promise you I am going to chew some asses and get some action. Right now we can't prove it was Raul Herrera, though�_" will you give me forty-eight hours?"
Buchanan stood staring at him, his flushed face working. Then he vouchsafed the ambassador a single brief nod. "Forty-eight hours," he said, pointedly looking at his watch. And he left.
David called Premier Avila and accomplished the usual: nothing. Avila, obviously, had a genuine fear of Herrera. After he'd put down the phone, David sat drumming his fingertips. He'd love to call the Soviet ambassador, smooth purring Yuri Babaikov and tell him he'd damned well better stop backing Herrera. But David didn't dare. A United States ambassador didn't have the power to threaten a Soviet one and for excellent reasons.
The ringing of the phone startled him. So did the identity of the caller: Raul Herrera! And so did Herrera's words.
The Espanian Communist chief made no reference to last night's horrible and fantastically high-handed gang-bang of Amy Buchanan. Yet he made it obvious that he had been behind it. He was calling to suggest that he and David "get together to discuss working something out" in the "unfortunate attitude" of... Vespa Copper, Buchanan's firm!
David chewed him, gently and then angrily. At last he told Herrera that he was going to hang up.
"I would not advise you to hang up on me, Mister Ambassador!" Herrera snapped.
David hung up.
He picked up the phone to call Washington. It was time�_"no, past time to get permission to use the information he had on Raul Herrera. He frowned. It was an ugly thought, but... he decided against calling. How could he be sure Herrera didn't have a tap on his phone, or operators in his pay? Instead, David called the airport and made a reservation. He'd fly to Washington, get a fast hearing and fly back as fast as he could swing it The plane would leave at a ghastly six a.m.
David Brooks got through the day as best he could. It was hard not to think about poor little Amy Buchanan.
He and the Princess had one of their late, antiseptic private dinners and afterward he told her he was flying home.
Claudine's face came alive. "Oh good! It'll be so good to see some people up there!"
"Darling... don't forget the dinner we have scheduled for Friday night. It's Annik Barreau's birthday." Annik Barreau, fat and gossipy, was the wife of the French ambassador. The party was one of those things they were doing because it was part of the Job. "Anyhow... " And David told her why he was going and that it would be a fast and brief trip.
Claudine sighed and her lovely, fair face darkened. But she only nodded. She never said anything about the distasteful necessities of the job. She had, after all, wanted it very much. Both she and her grandfather had put on the pressure, two years ago, when David was considering turning it down.
Playing Dutiful Wife, Claudine helped him pack, double-checked the travel list with him and went into the bathroom to bathe. It's her wifely duty, David thought bitterly, to get all clean and perfumed and "have sex?' with her husband before he departs.
But his desire rose when she emerged from the bathroom, a regal and very desirable vision in flowing white net over satin. One thing about balling this undemonstrative woman (not balling with; Claudine just couldn't let go): he knew he was envied. By every man in Espania, fully half those in Washington and Arlington�_" the Attenborough address�_"and probably a third of the males in the United States, all those who'd seen her picture.
Too, he knew some things about her they didn't. Some positive things. Like... the firm jutting bulge of her sex, the pale pink slit showing so clearly through the sparse blond wisps of her silky pubic hair. The tensile strength and girlish firmness of her long thighs and calves. The beauty of her hair when it was freed to become a pale cloak of silken sunlight. The drum-taut plane of her belly and its shallow, almost perfectly round navel and the exciting way it pulsated visibly with her breathing. The shocking jut and tight muscularity of her round buttocks�_" which she considered embarrassingly over-prominent and girdled under her clothing. She would not flash that shapely, sexy ass at the world, even clothed!
And there were the strange moons of her breasts, which were large and with little sag and yet which thrust outward very little. Because of that oddness about them, she also prevented the world from knowing what she was: a woman with goodsized sexy tits, quivering bowl-shapes of satiny flesh that were very restless indeed when naked.
Not that David often saw Claudine's naked breasts.
She had slept with him before their marriage because that was the thing to do. In the dark. The farthest they had since progressed was that she agreed to leaving the light on in the bathroom when they were Doing It. With the bathroom door not quite closed.
Now, as he took her nylon-and-satin-enveloped loveliness in his arms and kissed her, Claudine's hands rested lightly on his shoulders. She allowed him to draw her body as close as he liked, but she did not press to him.
He had tried going down on her, once; it was such a pretty, sparsely-haired pussy! She had stiffened up and gasped in shock and she'd been withdrawn for days afterward. Both cunnilingus and fellatio, she let him know, were perversions. She had used those words, too.
"You'd have to force me to engage in such perversions, David Brooks!"
He had thought about those words, more than once. It was an exciting prospect. But he wasn't sharp enough to know if that was what she wanted... she was not the sort of person anyone made do anything. So... married to this magnificently beautiful and arousing woman, he got his fiery sex away from home. Though she never mentioned it, David was sure Claudine knew about Morgana Tovares.
She was the perfect nineteenth century wife. She was a good and dutiful spouse to her husband. And she overlooked the fact that nasty male biology made him want to do things that he did with a mistress. That did not concern her. That was biology, not David; that was a man for you.
So... with the room not quite dark, Claudine and David Brooks, mates but not mates, lovemakers but not lovers, undressed on opposite sides of the bed. Then they slid onto the sheets. She lay on her back. Her sighs and little twitches let him know that she was aware of his attention to the nice round domes of her breasts.
He cupped those at once soft and firm breasts in his hands and crowded them together in the center of her chest, fondling and squeezing and lifting them and their pale pink, softly rumpled crests to his mouth. He tongued them, sucked them, let her nipples feel the warm scrape of his tongue and the gentle grip of his hp-shielded teeth.
She sighed and twitched. Her hand rubbed his arm fondly.
Her nipples swelled up fat and sassy in response to the loving pressure and sucking. He smiled, gently nibbling at one jutting pink erection. He loved her tits, loved her nipples, loved the way they erected quite readily and remained swollen and tumid for so long. It was one response, by God, that he could damned well get from the Princess, the... Ice Princess.
"I love your breasts," he murmured, for a woman like Claudine Attenborough Brooks had breasts, not tits.
"I'm so glad," she purred and she patted his head.
Arf, he thought and began stroking her thighs with one hand. Oh dear God, the sleek firmness of those thighs! The absolute silken texture of her ungenerous tendrils of pubic hair! The nuts-tightening sexiness of her knockers in his hands and mouth and under his tongue!
"Ummmmm. Come in me," she said softly.
She always did. She had discovered long ago that he liked her to say that. By now he wished she'd just once vary the pattern... He slid his fingers up the sleek little slit between the delicately tinted lips of her cunt He couldn't help it. As always, he was extremely aroused and wanted her desperately. And he would again, despite her passivity and tight hangups, despite Morgana's fire. He couldn't help it; this was the woman he loved. He really did.
He tickled between the delicate folds of her lovelips.
She jerked. "No! You know I can't stand that! Come in me!"
So he went into her. With or without fervor or ecstasy on her part, he would slake his sexual thirst at the well-spring of her pussy.
He peeled open her legs, which always parted readily at this stage, though never of her own accord. His hands peeled open her silky, cushioning cunt-bulge for the pushing, probing cock so hungry for its hot clutch.
The supine woman grunted and shuddered when he shoved it into her. Cock opened the soft, fleshy target of her humid pussy. Christ but it was good, a good cunt, so slick and warm and pressing firmly all around his broad bulging cock. He pressed on, loving the feel of it. All the way inside, so marvelously sheathed inside her body, he stretched over her with his elbows supporting him. He lay there rocking in the cradle of her hips, widening the swollen lips of that elastic pocket of flesh.
She sighed, deeply. That signaled enjoyment. The thing was�_"he knew very well that she enjoyed fucking, or rather being fucked. It bothered him to realize that somehow he just hadn't got through to her, hadn't learned where Claudine was at He began ramming in and out, penetrating all the way in long, steady and rhythmic strokes that fucked her on the utmost length of his hard-throbbing cock until his pubic hairs abraded the soft protective folds of her cunt.
She moaned and sighed. Her hands moved restlessly over him. Her palms were dry and her fingers cool. If she ever sweated, no one knew it His body rose onto his palms, suspended above her. His toes dug in. He thrust hard into her, deep up inside her moist fleshy inner walls.
Butt tightening and hips jerking, he pushed his toes in and drove his long shaft of meaty cock into her with a constant wet, soppy sound.
She groaned aloud. She could feel that swollen club, cleaving into her, way up her sucking vagina. She loved it. She loved being fucked, loved his body over hers all hard and lean and male, joined with hers inside her. If only... She tried. The yearning blonde arched her warm, vibrant body up to his as his big organ glided sensuously in her quim. Her arms pressed him and her hands ran restlessly over his rocking, sweat-dampened body. Though she'd never told him, she even liked the way he sweated when he poled her. �_' Hot waters were rising behind her unbreached dam in peaking, madly-teasing desire. She uttered little squeaks of mingled pleasure and terrible need.
Now he was pounding and she had no idea he was fantasizing as he often did: he was a prowler whom she'd caught and now he was raping the haughty bitch! His actions were as if he were trying to smash her pelvis, to create a new hole in her, to nail her with her own clitoris. It pulsed and she strained, reaching, yearning desperately for ecstasy. Her entire body seemed to be knotted, to be yearning out, seeking to achieve sexual pleasure, seeking to achieve the ever-elusive goal of final pleasure she had so long desperately sought: orgasm.
She knew how hard he tried. He swung his hips to grind his crotch on hers and pressure her clitoris. He varied his pace, slowing down and she knew he was being strong, holding back. Sweat filmed him and transferred itself to her. He maintained the marvelous moving of fucking for a long time, sliding and gliding his sensitive powerful column of cock in and out of her wet sheath.
At last he gasped, stiffened, speeded up as if desperately. With a shudder and a groan he came and she held his hot sweating body close as it jerked in orgasm.
She held him for a while after he had ceased jerking and pumping hot wet seed inside her and she told him she loved him. Then he moved, leaving her body open to the cooling air and she went to the bathroom. The only sweat on her was his. As always, she was gone a long while.
David went to sleep. When she emerged, her vagina emptied of semen�_"and raw from her desperate rubbing�_" she stretched beside him and stared upward into the darkness. There were tears in her eyes and sobs that wanted to escape her throat, but she would not give way to them.
She was still awake when it was time to get him to the airport She roused him, they dressed and he told her it was unnecessary for her to come along while Juan drove to the airport. She did anyhow. And kissed him goodbye.
Claudine watched the plane vanish into the dawn-pearled sky. Then she went home to her secret books.
CHAPTER SIX
Edmunto turned away from the body of Morgana Tovares and glanced around her apartment.
"Break things, turn chairs over. Take any money you find and throw her purses around the room, Caballo. This will look like a robbery."
"But Brooks will know!" Caballo said.
"Of course he will. But knowing and being able to prove it are two different matters," Edmunto smiled.
"And the big bitch told us nothing, not even with all that carving," Gaston muttered, staring at the naked, mutilated woman, victim of his whip and Caballo's beloved knife.
Edmunto shrugged. "That is a shame, but no less than I expected. Brooks is no fool, to tell secrets to his mistress. Besides, it doesn't matter. We knew when he left for Washington and we knew thirteen minutes after he arrived."
"A shame," Caballo said nodding, while he overturned a chair and hauled the mattress half off the bed. "We have cost the American ambassador a perfectly fine ant serviceable mistress and for nothing!"
Edmunto heaved an exasperated sigh and shook his head. "Not for nothing, stupido! This is one more warning to Brooks. Perhaps he will heed this one!"
Gazing down at her as if he wished Morgana would show a sign of life so that he could whip off her other nipple, Gaston nodded. "Si. And besides, she was not one of us. A traitor to her people! Perhaps the Americano's next mistress will be more cooperative and not such a blind tool of the imperialist money-worshipers!"
"And keep her beauty," Caballo said, wiping his knife on the bedspread before storing it carefully away in his clothing. Then the three men left the wrecked and blood-splashed apartment.
After dropping off his men, Edmunto returned to give Raul Herrera the news. The phone rang while he was there. Herrera snatched it.
"Herrera. Si. Si-ah, Buchanan, eh? Link me in!"
Very carefully, Herrera placed his hand over the receiver. He looked over at Edmunto, who was eyeing the liquor cabinet. "Be very quiet. Not a sound! Brooks is calling Buchanan from Washington, Maria is coupling me in on the circuit so I shall hear everything they say!" Then he rolled his eyes to the telephone he held. His mouth closed and he listened while Buchanan answered the call from the United States.
"Buchanan. This is Brooks, in Washington. Because d our agreement, I thought it best to call you. Are you alone?"
"Yes. Mister Ambassador," Buchanan said without respect, "I'm alone. You've got something to tell me, do. I'm oiling a gun."
"I've talked with State," Brooks interrupted, "and I've been to a meeting at the White House. I have their OK now... to reveal to the people of Espania certain facts they should know about the influence of certain people in their government�_"and their relations with the United States."
"That sounds like double-talk," Buchanan growled.
There was a long pause. Then Brooks said, "All right, I'll tell you this much. Raul Herrera drives a Mercedes that costs eighteen thousand dollars American in Espania and he lives very comfortably�_"on an estate. I not only know where the money came from�_"and keeps coming from�_"I have the papers right here with me. Just as soon as I can fly back to New Madrid, we'll see that the Espanian people aren't left in the dark any longer about their... hero of the common man!"
Edmunto could not hear what Herrera was listening to. He could only see his boss's knuckles go white on the phone; see Herrera pale and start to exude sweat on his high forehead.
"All right, Mister Ambassador," Buchanan said. "But just in case, I'll keep on oiling."
"I'll be there, George. It will be as I said. I have the document and there are no copies down there. But there are now several sets in Washington! Just hang on and let's do this the proper way."
"The proper way! Shit! Thanks for calling," George Buchanan said and he hung up.
"Buchanan? George?" David Brooks's voice called in Raul's ear. "Well, damn that hothead!" And there was another click. With a shaking, sweating hand, Raul broke his end of the connection and sat staring at Edmunto. Then he told the balding henchman to go out onto the porch and wait while he made a phone call.
It did him no good. He joined Edmunto on the porch ten minutes later, still pale and still shaking. Yuri Babaikov had assured his Espanian tool that he would deny everything�_"and help the American smash that tool: Raul Herrera. Sorry. That was the way things were.
I am thrown to the wolves, Raul thought. He had to find a way to stop Brooks from releasing the story. Not from getting here; no use killing him, for he said the documents he had were copied in Washington. Were he to die, the Americans would release the story at once, with all possible fanfare and Raul Herrera would be destroyed. He had to let Brooks arrive and leave him safe�_"but exert pressure so that he would suppress what he knew. Somehow, Herrera mused, I have to get a grip on the American. Only he and I will know�_"and only he and I will deal, secretly.
There was only one way to gain that sort of leverage.
Edmunto looked up questioningly as his boss came un-steadily out onto the porch.
"The Princess!" Raul snapped.
She was lying on the bed on her side, naked, with her back to the door when the three men came in. Like worshipers who had just entered a famous and truly beautiful cathedral, they stopped to stare.
The smooth whiteness of her skin, unseen on Espanian women... the fine sweeping curve of her upper body, flowing down into a small waist and easing up into the superb flaring beauty of her hip... the perfection, the shocking beauty and succulent appearance of naked round buttocks that stood so firmly and brashly out! They were shocked at the beauty of the woman they had known was beautiful. Who'd have thought she'd be even better naked, Edmunto mused. Who'd have expected the shocking beauty and size of the Americana's naked ass?
They had entered silently. But even involved in her book, Claudine sensed their presence. She turned over to stare at the invaders of her bedroom�_"and instantly Gaston pounced. His were the finest reflexes among Herrera's trio of dirty-workers.
She was defenseless and powerless, lying with one hand thrown across the jiggly white swell of her breasts and Gaston held a gleaming knife to her throat. Claudine felt icy fear and her head spun, but she showed none of it "Who are you? What can you possibly be doing here? Do you have any idea where you are, who I am?"
"We know exactly where we are, Senora Brooks�_"Princesa. We have come for you, you see," Edmunto said quietly. The light from the handsome chandelier shone off the broad expanse of naked skin atop his head. "Be absolutely quiet and do as you are told and you will not force us to hurt you."
"Be abs�_"you must be insane, or think I am! I'll do nothing of the sort!" She pushed Gaston's arm away and sat up, still holding one arm across her bosom. She kept her long slim thighs close-pressed to conceal her vulva from their lustful gazes. "Get out of here and quickly."
Edmunto sighed. "Gaston."
Her mouth opened wide to shout as Gaston reached for her throat He took time out to slap her face. It wasn't just pain that assaulted her, but shock as well. No one had ever slapped her face before. Claudine Attenborough Brooks had been struck!
Then Gaston seized her by the throat. The back of his hand forced her chin up. She met his cold dark eyes.
"Be still and quiet and put both hands behind you, Senora Brooks. It is not pleasant, being choked into silence."
She blinked. A little shiver rippled through her admirably proportioned body. She felt fear, rage, frustration... and utter helplessness.
"You're kidnapping me?"
"Yes."
She sighed and glanced around at them. "Very well. Let me put on some clothing."
They laughed.
Slowly, Claudine's face took on a red glow. The hugest of the three men approached, holding lengths of slim rope. These creatures were beneath her, lower-class natives of this backward little country. It hurt her to say the word, but she had to: "Please," she forced out. "Let me get dressed."
"You will not need clothing, Princesa," the huge man said. He trailed an immense hand over her shoulder as he moved around her. "Stand up and put back your hands."
Gaston's hand tightened on her throat. He pulled. With a choking sound, she flowed to her feet. After a moment's quivering hesitation, Claudine put both hands back for the waiting cords.
"Mother of God," Gaston said softly, "look at the tits!"
That did it. That she could not bear. She kicked at his leg at the same time as she jerked her head back to free it of his hand. He granted, wincing, automatically half-doubling at the flash of pain in his leg. She tried to dodge sidewise and run.
"Juan! Dolfo! Estrel�_"" Caballo flipped a loop of rope over her head, snapped it in under her chin and jerked. Her voice became a gurgling gasp. The back of her head banged hard against his great chest. Her eyes bulged. Her hands leaped up to try to loosen the cord at her throat. Her mouth came open. Her eyes went even wider, the blue like glass. Her face darkened. Her mouth gasped and her tongue appeared. Clutching clawing hands grew jerky, weak. Her tongue came thrusting out of her mouth. Then her bulging eyes rolled up and Claudine sagged.
Immediately Caballo let go one end of the rope. He caught the falling woman with one hand and held her up with two fingers pressing into the white flesh of her breast. Beneath it, her heart pounded.
"She will have an ugly mark on her neck," Gaston said, tying her ankles.
"She will have more marks on her than that before we're through with her," Edmunto said, walking over with the big white laundry bag. "Our only instructions are not to kill her and not to do anything to leave scars."
Caballo folded the limp body over and Gaston tied her wrists to her ankles. "What tits! What an ass! She has disguised her body under clothing, amigos!"
"No secret from us," Gaston said. "There." He straightened. "A nice package."
"And soon no secrets from us inside," Caballo said with a leering smile.
They gagged her with a stocking and stuffed her into the laundry bag. Caballo shouldered it. The trio hurried downstairs and out across the porch to the waiting car.
As they were putting the sack into the trunk, Estrelita appeared in the lighted doorway, nearly filling it. She was just in time to see them jump into the car and she screamed as they slammed the doors. The car's tires squealed and it lurched away. Estrelita's cry brought Dolfo running.
"I think I heard the senora cry out�_"and those three men put a laundry bag in the trunk of their car. Dolfo�_" do you think�_"" He frowned, staring after the automobile. "Can yon recognize any of them?"
"Sit I would recognize that huge man and another have a great scar all down his cheek�_"his left cheek�_"so!"
"Most unfortunate," Dolfo said.
Something in his tone made her turn to him with a questioning look. She didn't even see the low-held knife. Her eyes went very wide when it drove into her paunch. Her mouth dropped open to emit sick noises and she fell, still staring�_"at nothing.
Moments later the chauffeur, Juan, came on the run and once he'd bent over the dead cook Dolfo gave him the knife, too, three times. He stepped carefully back as his co-worker pitched forward. Squatting beside Estrelita's body, Dolfo drove the knife into her again, very carefully. Just as carefully, the enemy agent in the ambassador's employ slipped the knife into Juan's hand and folded his fingers around the hilt. Turning, Dolfo turned off the porchlight on his way to the kitchen. When he returned, it was with a kitchen knife that he pressed into the dead woman's hand.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Smiling and licking his lips, Edmunto opened his pants and reeled out his enormous hard-on.
The beautiful American woman lay on the bed, staring at him with eyes like blue ice, full of contempt. Her arms were drawn out and bound to the bed's metal-railed head. Her legs were parted in a wide V, with ropes running from her ankles to the bed's iron legs, where they were knotted. She was entirely nude, her naked femininity obscenely and degradingly exposed to the gazes of her three captors.
Claudine's spreadeagled body was flawlessly pink-white except for the dark line around her throat where Caballo had rope-choked her into unconsciousness and the similar thin red line where Gaston had lashed her across the belly with his whip, once. After that she had lain still on the iron bed in the old Cabin, while they bound her.
Unrewardingly, she showed neither, tears nor terror. She only lay there, dazed and degraded and waiting helplessly and hopelessly to be cruelly used�_"but staring daggers at her approaching rapist.
She maintained that terrible icy stare even when he mounted the creaky bed between her forcibly spread legs. But he saw the tension in her arms as she tried to tug at her bonds, unobtrusively. Tensing muscles ridged the firm, almost snowy flesh of her inner thighs, too.
Edmunto smiled.
"She is not so calm as she wishes to appear," he told his men in her tongue. "Note her arms and legs! Tug away, Princess. You will not break those ropes�_"you will only mark your pretty wrists and slender little ankles! Nor will anyone come," he said, smiling.
He made her twitch by running a hand up one thigh and over her light-haired pussy mound, all pink and moist-glistening where her bound ankles forced it ajar like a gasping mouth. 'This mine has not been in operation for two years. But this cabin we have kept up and furnished. No one knows we are here and no one will come." He paused, but her eyes did not change. Damn! He wanted to make her cringe and whimper before he cocked her haughty pussy.
"We will not be interrupted," he promised. "First I will push my cock up your little pink fuck-hole and fill you full of good Espanian seed! Then it will be Gaston's turn to plug your gash. And then Caballo and you will see then why he is content to wait until last. Imagine the amount of slime that will dribble out of your well-fucked snatch then, Princess. Hmm?"
She stared at him. A shudder went through her. That was all. He was disappointed�_"but tired of waiting. Teasing and trying to break her was fun. But lust was a stronger force within him. He wanted very badly to fuck this so-proud American bitch and make her squirm and whimper. Most of all, he wanted to be on that entrancing, sinuous body and plug himself into it.
Bending over her on his knees, he set the darkened, distended crown of his cock between the dainty lovelips, in the half-open slit they hemmed. Her tits trembled as she pulled a deep breath in apprehensive anticipation of his entry.
But he paused there a moment to gaze down at their linked flesh. The pretty pink of her splayed-apart labia was so delicate, so small and vulnerable-looking on either side of the bloated glands. Even the moist, rather darker red flesh inside the gorgeous crease of her pussy was not so dark as his fat Espanian cock. The little inner lips, red and raggedly scalloped, seemed to flutter fearfully in expectation of the fiery pole of thick, hard meat he would soon drive between them. Staring, he was sure her cunt twitched...
"Have you decided to wait until tomorrow, Edmunto?" Gaston snarled. "Come, drop it in and fuck her ragged before I jizz off all over the ceiling!"
Edmunto jerked his heated gaze from the enticing spectacle of open, waiting cunt. He stared at Gaston, who had his own hard-on out and was fondling it.
"If you're in such a hurry, amigo, jerk it off over her face and see if she licks her lips."
Gaston clamped his mouth and heaved a sigh. The scar down his face was dark, his face flushed with lust "Ah, I will wait. But�_"" Thinking she was sufficiently off guard to give him a nice reaction, Edmunto chose that instant to drive his horny cock up the cunt of the Princess.
The thick knob-headed bone stabbed home in a rush. It stretched and strained dainty, barely-moist tissues as it gouged its way up inside her. She groaned beneath the lashing fury of his steaming, deep-driving horn ramming so murderously up the deep hollow of her vagina.
Then he crushed the breath completely out of her by falling forward onto her bound form, full length. Lancets of pain jammed through her chest when his came smacking down onto the fleshy domes of her breasts. Resilient flesh desperately sought relief without splitting, squirting out to either side in distended ridges like white dough.
The membranes of her helplessly accessible vagina had been far from erotically stimulated or lubricated sufficiently for the ravaging brutality of that sudden jolting entry. It hurt. Her sensitive sexual folds flinched and fluttered around a hot throbbing staff that felt like a burning wooden brand up her belly.
She groaned out through the shocking pain, in agony and revulsion and the humiliation of being totally helpless. Riding her moon tits as they rolled around under his shirt-clad chest, he began fucking strongly and swiftly in and out of her cunt's flinching, quivering flesh. He shoved burning cock to and fro between the gaping lips with rapid thrusts of his pelvis that carried him all the way into her.
She shuddered and quavered under him, feeling her unprepared cunt stretch hugely, drily around the impatient stalk he rammed violently in and out of her. "Ah, aghhh!" he grunted and tunneled far up inside her with brutal lunges.
"Do you feel it, cunt? Can you feel that big piece of Espanian meat up inside your pulpy gulch? Do you? Then�_"act�_"like�_"IT!" he grunted, slashing ferociously in and out of her straining, flinching pussy with each word.
Suddenly he wanted to hear her groans and sighs. He reached up to jerk the stocking out of her mouth. Her tongue ran around her lips several times, trying to assuage the arid dryness of her long-gagged mouth.
"I... feel your... putrid organ, cerdo!"
His eyes blazed. "Cerdo!" He glared around at the other men, Caballo was unconcernedly cleaning his nails with his knife, the same one he had used on Morgana Tovares. "Cerdo!" Edmunto repeated. "She called me PIG!"
Gaston shrugged, gave him a thin smile. "In her country, it means 'Policia'," he said.
"Not in MY country!" Edmunto stormed and he reared above her, getting onto his knees.
There was fear in her blue eyes, now. She knew she had gone too far. She felt a sudden sharp pressure at the very top of the slit he had plumbed so violently. Strained by his kneeling up, his cock popped out of her to snap up against his belly with a loud smack. It was echoed by the meaty sounds his hands made, slapping her breasts repeatedly, back and forth.
The stinging slaps smarted and throbbed wickedly. Shot through with excruciating anguish and pain, she screamed and pleaded.
"No, stop! Plea�_"AAHH! OH! Aowwww!"
He loved the cries and the wild look in those blue eyes. Her contorting face and loud cries filled him with exultation and a feeling of power. His cock pounded and jumped wildly. He smacked again, again, until they were quivering balls of fire and felt swollen twice their size. Both boiling mounds of flesh were reddened from the violent contact of rough, stinging hands.
Yet... hot flickers danced in her belly and the deeply pink points of her punished tits lengthened and hardened, helplessly and without her will. They became twin red thrusts of desire that attracted his angry dark eyes. Bending swiftly he worried each with his teeth, bringing renewed cries and thrashings from his helplessly bound victim.
Panting, he crawled forward to rub his trousered butt over her drum-taut belly. Whapping both hands around his cock, he jerked it furiously.
It was something she had never seen. She knew it was male masturbation. He was�_"jacking off! The beast disdained shoving his tool back up in her vagina, which was secreting in anticipation of his entry... Her eyes flared, then, as realization hit her. He was so close! He was going to�_" He did. Just as she cried "NO!" the little red hole in the end of his tumid penis opened up like a tiny cunt. A hosing squirt of white syrup leaped from it and struck her full in the face. The blonde clamped her lips.
"Cerda!" he grunted, as another jolt of hot come rifled up the barrel of his cock and arced through the air�_"to strike her mouth! "Cerda!" he grunted again: "Pig! Pig!" And another splurt of semen splattered warmly into the hollow of her throat. The next plopped into the valley of her reddened breasts and part of it smacked the inner surface of one throbbing, bowl-like mound. It trickled down into the cleavage.
The rest of his load, less violently shot, petered over her upper abdomen.
The blond "princess" was utterly degraded. She tried to stifle the sobs that racked her as he spurned her womanly hollow and spermed off over her face and bosom. Gasping in shock and terrible humiliation, she refused to acknowledge the sexual thrill that went through her semen-spotted, defiled body...
He left her, dragging his shod foot over her cringing belly as he got off the bed. "Give me that!" he snapped and snatched Gaston's whip.
Edmunto whirled back to the quaking captive. He brandished the whip, staring into blue eyes gone wide with terror.
"There is come on your hp, piggy! I shot it there, from this cock that is too good for your slimy snatch! Lick it off, bitch, American pig-bitch, lick it off and swallow my come or TO use Gaston's whip to cut your puddings of white tits open! Lick. Now!"
She had felt that glob of semen strike her lip as the previous one had splatted onto her cheek, just under her eye. She still felt the wetness on her mouth. His come, he had said. His semen, his sperm, his sticky slicky male seed. A half-million potential Espanians. And he wanted her to lick it off, to swallow it, like the girl Peggy in the book she'd been reading when this half-bald monster and his minions had burst in on her. Peggy had even been forced to accept male organs in her mouth... Claudine shuddered.
One drop. One drop of slimy male seed. She must either demean herself by letting them watch her put out her tongue and lap it up like a cat lapping cream, or�_"he would whip her.
"No! I can't! I won't!"
He could and would. The whip flashed down. It fell in a slashing jolt of paralyzing pain. Its leather kiss snapped across both her tormented tits. Its tip was like a hot pin-stab when it slapped her side, just below the bulging, pained mound of her right breast. She convulsed violently and every muscle went taut as she jerked at her bonds. Her gaping mouth released an anguished cry.
Edmunto dragged the whip back. It slithered across her heaving, pain-seized tits like a slim, obscene black serpent. The fiery pain remained, throbbing in its wake. His eyes were bright; the sight of her flesh quivering under the lash excited and stimulated him. And... more forceful than the throbbing pain, something like a torrent of fire swept over the helpless blonde's belly and into her seething vaginal deeps.
She wished David were here!
Her cunt burned with a growing longing!
My god my god, the woman called Princess thought, they're defiling me, smashing me, making a slave of me and hurting me�_"and I want SEX! I want... PENIS! Penis up my... my... up my... my cunt!
He had struck again. New fire sizzled through the luscious white hillocks of her silken-skinned tits. New fire swept through her belly and loins.
Utterly nakedly exposed, cruelly and humiliatingly demeaned and beaten and commanded, she gave them a display of cringing slavelike humility. The bright-eyed man watched pink tongue slither out between her quivery lips and swiftly pick up the little drop of sperm. She transferred it back into her mouth, trying not to taste it The blond princess frowned. She was amazed. It was... tasteless! Thick, syrupy... but flavorless! She swallowed, more than once.
"Jesu!" Gaston gasped, rushing around Edmunto to mount the bed. "Let me in this sexy bitch!"
He boiled into her as fast as he'd pounced onto the bed. Immediately propping himself above semen-glistening, whip-marked tits with his palms on the creaking bed, he began pummeling his cock in and out of her.
Thick relentless hard-on sluiced about in a squishy female hole that was an absolute lake of oily cunt secretions. He fucked rapidly, frantically, with fierce jerking thrusts of his tight-clenched asscheeks and ramming hips. His piercing strokes sent big hard tool slithering deeply into the wet, encompassing hole of her loins. The red puffy lips peeled back, seeming to cringe softly as he fucked between them.
His butt jerked up and down and in and out. He punched hard into her satin-sheathed crevasse, reveling in the heated, juicy wet flesh-slot his eager cock plunged hotly through. Watching, the other two men heard the sloppy wet sounds and exchanged a look. A very wet vagina!
It was marvelous. It was every man's dream, piledriving his swollen tool into the sloshy pink pussy of the beautiful and haughty wife of the American ambassador! Gaston fucked her fast and hard and without control. He came in a minute, like a seventeen-year-old and shot her softly rippling belly full of good old Espanian baby-juice. N "Ah�_"a-a-ahhhhhh," he gasped, flopping weakly onto her magnificent body and pressing his lips to the quivering line of his jaw.
He tasted salt, from her tears.
Her tears, he thought. Tears! She was not even sweating.
Angrily, the scarfaced man pulled his flaccid, semen-dripping penis out of her. "She isn't even sweating! She's a woman of ice!"
"A woman?" Edmunto said. He had lighted a cigar, put down the ship and was more relaxed in an old wicker chair. "Woman? No Gaston, amigo... she is only a body. A hole with a body built around it. Pity the American ambassador, Gaston... for he had for a wife only a beautiful but lifeless Barbie Doll! Now we know why he spent so much time with his Espanian woman!"
Bound on the bed, Claudine burst into a new fit of anguished weeping.
Caballo stood up. "I want her from behind."
Edmunto walked over to look down at their weeping captive.
"You hear that, Barbie doll? Caballo wants to fuck your cold cunt from behind. He does not care to look upon you while he fucks you. He wishes to fuck you from behind, like a female dog... a bitch."
She rolled her head loosely back and forth, whimpering in fear and feverish anguish and the ultimate humiliation.
Edmunto bent to seize one naked breast. He squeezed the foam-rubbery flesh viciously before bringing one sweet tip into quivering life with the rough rubbing of his fingers.
Wretchedly embarrassed, she turned her head to the wall.
His pincerlike fingers tormented the tremulous lilac petals until she groaned at the stabbing, sharp pain. A series of chills seized her.
For god's sake�_"why did this sort of bestial treatment fill her loins with thrilling sensual excitement?
The huge man called Caballo was untying her ankles. When they were both free, she dragged them together�_" and sobbed at the squishy sound and the feel of sticky wetness on her inner thighs. She went silent in shocked horror at the ugly realization that she was lying there leaking the semen of two men.
And soon... three...
Edmunto left off tormenting her quaking tits. He released her right hand while Caballo untied the other. Caballo loomed over her. She stared up at the huge man's massive face.
"Turn over."
Very willing to hide her naked mistreated tits and the semen-trickling slice of her vaginal mouth, she turned onto her stomach. But she grunted at the feel of a swift prickle of pain in her lashed, mauled breasts. She lay still with her legs together, trying to pretend they weren't all looking at her naked ass, trying to avoid the stark, ugly reality of what was happening to her.
A hand passed over the upthrusting hills of her naked, gloriously swelling rump. A disbelieving shudder of terrible anguish rippled through her; otherwise she did not move. The hand was very large. It was warm. It patted her bottom.
"Up on jour hands and knees," a voice said. It was Caballo's. His voice was not as deep as she'd have expected of a man his size. "Get jour ass up."
She trembled. "Please," she choked out; "Please leave me alone. Please don't make me do that. Just... oh please let me alo-o-one!"
The great hand that smacked down on her bare butt made a frightfully loud noise and stung viciously.
"Ah-HOWWWW!"
"Get op on jour hands and knees," Caballo repeated.
Why doesn't he just drag me? she thought. There were three of them and she was naked and completely helpless. Why did he have to add to her shame and anguish by ordering her to assume a degrading, obscene position with her breasts hanging and her smooth, well-arced ass in the air like... like a bitch in heat, waiting for every panting dog in the neighborhood?
"You'd better get your big white ass in the air, Princess," Edmunto said, "if you want it to stay white."
She whimpered. She closed her eyes tightly and tightened her fingers in the bed's age-grayed sheet. Her body trembled as she firmed her mind and sought the strength to do what they told her to do. All I have to do, she told herself, is push up with my hands and then bend my knees... Oh no!
She heard the whistling rush of the whip and tensed�_" then shrieked as the fiery lash snapped crisply across the stretched mountains of her ass.
Her entire body jerked and rocked with waves of pain. Her streaked rump danced even as she tensed its cheeks together. She felt the whip slide across her smarting skin and wriggled her backside in helpless provocation. Then, keeping her eyes shut, she lurched up onto her hands and knees. She got her knees under her, thrusting out the succulent swells of her tremorous bottom.
Caballo caught his breath. This was beauty! This was an ass to put a pain in a man's balls like a knife thrust!
Licking his lips, he reached out to place both hands on that lovely, proffered ass. The kneeling blonde gasped. Her soft rearward curves yielded, wobbling a little�_"and tightening automatically. The tense taut muscularity of those large white ovals astonished him. Under the unwonted caress of his hands, she contracted them to the firmness of white footballs. Beneath their exciting curves was slung the blond-laced purse of her vulva. Its lips were well-defined, parted and flecked visibly with the semen from Gaston's come.
Claudine had come to terms with herself.
Wretched with trepidation and shame, she resigned herself to do their bidding. Otherwise she knew they would only force her, which would mean more pain. Perhaps if she put up a show of resignation and willingness they would not be so savage with her.
There were three of them.
Kidnapers. They had brought her here naked and bound, in a big cloth bag.
Even if it were possible for her to elude them somehow, she had no place to go�_"and she would still be naked and barefoot. They wanted her body. Her only choice was to cede it to them. That way, though they would use it as their plaything, they would at least have no cause to whip and tear at her with their rough hands and hornlike nails. So... she knelt there with her naked rump in the air while Caballo pulled out his erection.
Perhaps it was a kindness he had done her. At least on her knees this way, she could not see the prodigious proportions of the mighty organ he was about to send plowing into her silky little furrow! And�_"it was time. The sight of that lovely, submissive body with its beautifully upturned ass had Caballo's lust boiling. He didn't wait another second.
He parted the tremulous lips and started shoving his mammoth cock into her intimate cleft.
She grunted, moaned... but took it, remaining still, kneeling while he dicked her from behind. His vastly swollen knob pushed aside wispy tendrils of blond hair like nylon thread as his big prong sought out soft", pulsating vaginal tissues. She knew it was big. The quaking woman could feel the terribly hot shaft distending her sexual flesh as he drove deeper to anchor it in her. Farther and farther it pushed, into the moist, dark cave... the bludgeoning thickness of it a burning fire deep in her stretched cunt.
She knew she was spreading around a very big cock.
Had she been able to see the hugeness of that swollen, bulging, blood-distended club, Claudine would undoubtedly have screeched in fear, knowing it was impossible and she'd have lurched forward on the bed of her sorrow and deep humiliation.
But she could not see the size of the monster cock filling her.
Claudine Brooks's pussy took Caballo's big horse cock, all right.
Her inner vagina opened to accept his hardened log and actually seemed to gulp at the hot, rigid thickness that slid into the fevered pinkness of her love-pocket.
Then he ground it in, squashing her asscheeks and forcing the full length of his fleshy pike up the blonde's humid, helplessly clinging cunt.
She took it with deep embarrassment, a bit of pain and sheer delight, born of a need she hated to admit even to herself. And she wondered: would her quim return to its normal slitted beauty after being dilated by this mighty organ? Would the beautiful curved slopes of her out-thrusting ass ever be the same again, after the grinding impact of his huge body? Involuntary gasps issued from her pretty pink mouth as he began rummaging in and out of her snatch, probing the red wound between her legs with a cock capable of digging its own wound.
Her eyes stared down at the bed. She dared not raise them.
She did not want to see the leering of Edmunto and Gaston while she knelt naked with her ass in the air and was fucked like a quaking bitch in heat.
There was no way for her to avoid receiving pleasure.
A frigid woman or a virgin might have received no enjoyment, but Claudine was neither frigid nor virginal. She was a woman who had been fruitlessly in search of an orgasm for sixteen long years. Perhaps this time...
He kept rocking back and forth behind her, pushing and shoving, each inthrust making certain that he was completely submerged in the now-gaping hole between her thighs. When he pulled, the clutching lips of her tremorous slit clung to the retreating girth of his enormous prick and the sweet, shell-pink folds came distending outward from her vulvar cleft. The big man's hands clutched the inner surfaces of her tensing thighs and she trembled at the feel of hairy knuckles brushing her belly. He could feel that shaking and quaking of her tiny gut while he poled in and out of her with passion-driven strokes.
The man called Horse fucked the woman called Princess and his eyes bulged wide in hot desire.
Her thighs and buttocks were swept wide by that big hot pole of the man tunneling savagely and mercilessly up into her body from behind. His hands clutched pulpy white flesh as he drove it in. He tugged her back to feel the warm, soft flanges of her cunt close moistly over the very root of his cock. The ragged edges and membranous walls of her inner pussy caressed the huge throbbing organ that was like a gigantic nail he body-hammered into her.
She moaned and squirmed as the hot thick truncheon in her violated vagina grew, expanding with his ferocious assault until she was stretched and filled beyond anything she had thought possible.
But�_"her body was betraying her.
Whorishly it moistened, flowered, welcomed the monster probe into its tight wet depths. Make me come, big cock, she thought, wanting to move but not doing so because she was, after all, being raped.
Make me come with that big hot cock, you big hot cocksman!
A sound of pleasure and hope gurgled in her throat Her whole body was enveloped in the seething lust of her never-appeased desire. She trembled with passion and sought some way to move without their knowing it "Uh!" Caballo grunted, in surprise and something approaching pain.
Her cunt had just squeezed him!
She had actually exercised control over the muscles inside her sexual sheath to make her tight pussy clamp more tightly around his prodigious penis.
"Ah... ah... annnnhh... " she sighed, working, squeezing.
It was the wrong thing to do. Better to have hit upon some means of prolonging her fucking, rather than increase the pressure and friction around his already boiling hard-on!
He groaned again and dragged her back against him.
He shivered all over as he was forced into a strange orgasm.
Caballo could feel her contracting squeezing pussy sucking out his semen!
The fantastic sensation went on and on, his belly and big hairy thighs pressed tightly into her quaking buttocks while her cunt sucked him off.
Emptied at last, the big man pulled his peter slushily out of and watched his come drool, like rich yellowish-white cream, out of the gaping mouth of her pillaged pussy. He heard her whimpering moan.
He's gone, Claudine thought desperately.
It was over. She had not made it. Orgasm continued to evade her. She had gone so high, come so close! But once again she had failed to achieve the exquisite and soul-shuddering release of climax.
The naked, thrice-raped blonde sank forward. She lay pitifully on her belly with her face turned to the wall. They saw the quaking of her lovely long white nakedness. They heard her sobs. But none of her three rapists guessed the reason for her sorrow.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Internal Security Chief Martinez gazed sadly at David Brooks.
"Your cook had been, uh, sexually molested after she was slain, Senor Ambassador. The flesh had been torn, but there was very little blood... at any rate, the doctor took a sperm sample. A little checking apprised us that it came from your man Dolfo. He has advised us, after a bit of... persuasion and a few promises, that it was he who killed both Juan and Estrelita."
"And my wife? What about Mrs. Brooks?"
Martinez sighed and shook his head. "All Dolfo has told us is that two men named Gaston and Edmunto promised him much money to aid them in kidnapping the Senora Brooks."
"That's it? That's all�_"kidnap? Christ, that's enough, but�_"" Martinez spread his hands. "Naturally we suspect as you do, Senor Ambassador. But Senor Herrera is most powerful and he is feared. We suspect him, yes, as we suspect him in the�_"matter of Senor Buchanan's daughter. But we cannot prove anything. And we are unfortunately unable to use any... form of persuasion on Senor Herrera."
David nodded with his jaws tightly clenched. "I'll stay at home. Hopefully I'll receive a phone call, demanding ransom."
He and Martinez stood, Martinez told him how sorry he was and promised to do all possible and Brooks went home. Somehow he knew that ransom was not what the kidnapers of Claudine were after�_"at least, not ransom for money.
He telephoned the Soviet Embassy and Yuri Babaikov. They were not enemies... in truth, who could say whether their countries were? Brooks was able to tell that Babaikov's reaction was real: the Russian was horrified.
He had no way of knowing that Babaikov, as soon as their conversation was ended, telephoned Raul Herrera. The man was far out of line; certainly Yuri Alexeyevitch Babaikov had nothing to do with the kidnap of that beautiful woman!
"You would do well," Babaikov said coldly, "to return the Senora Brooks to her home or put a telephone in her hands at once. Then you would do well to make yourself very, very scarce!"
Herrera began packing at once.
* * *
The mine had been abandoned years before. Much of what had been left behind had since been carried off. But this cabin, high up in the San Juanito hills, had been preserved and its furnishings maintained. The three men in Herrera's employ, Edmunto, Gaston and Caballo, had brought Claudine here in one automobile. It was now well hidden and Edmunto kept the keys in his pocket at all times. There was plenty of food, water and wine as well as brandy and they had the ethereally beautiful blonde they had all raped.
Naked, Claudine Brooks remained beautiful, though "ethereal" was no longer the proper word. Her blond hair, thick while very fine, hung loosely down her back in a lovely mist�_"a way she had never worn it in public. Her large moon-shaped tits jiggled free, unfettered and erotic, humiliatingly naked. The womanly swell of her hips was a constant delight and sensual goad to her captors; the firm twin jut of her buttocks was an irresistible challenge.
Edmunto decided to enter the delicate little tubeway between those exciting asscheeks. He would fuck the unattainable Princess again�_"this time up the asshole. It was an excitement just to think about it.
The brief nap she had enjoyed after all three of her captors had depleted their sexual resources in her body had rejuvenated Claudine. She made a valiant effort to return to her former self.
Imperiousness, though, went not well with nudity. Even a former American president had lost much by displaying his fat sloppy belly in showing his appendectomy scar. Never again was he the same image to the millions who had seen that picture. Just another fat old man, anxious to talk about his operation... though Claudine could hardly be called just another naked woman. She was a magnificent and sexually thrilling one. But she was bedraggled, straggly of hair and still semen-stained. She could not play the role of the wife of the ambassador, not with the three men who had shoved their lustful cocks up her soft damp pussy and turned it slimy with their sperm.
She tried. "Oh shut up and stop being silly," Gaston said and he slapped her face so that her hair flew in a cloud.
Absolutely astounded at the affront, Claudine froze, staring, for a few seconds. Then she struck back.
She was swiftly grabbed, slapped across the breasts, forced onto her knees before the bed with her hands outstretched and firmly gripped by Caballo, on the other side of the bed.
Then Gaston gave her five excellent whip-lashes across the cheeks of her helplessly upturned bottom.
SWISH and SPLAT, the leather strap snapped across the snowy ovals. The kneeling woman ripped out an awful groan and shivered. She writhed as her body radiated urgent messages of pain to her confused and reeling brain. Thick dark welts spanned the tight crack of her ass after the leather thong smacked her bare cheeks and slithered obscenely down the steep curves.
Her attitude and demeanor changed quickly.
Claudine groveled, moaning.
Another blow fell, the final lash that made her butt bounce. It left still another scarlet stripe. Slumping helplessly back down, she lay weakly forward across the bed, moaning softly. Her rump remained upturned, the cheeks drawn signally tight and the whole broad expanse of luscious tail-flesh wagging slowly in an apparent attempt at cooling itself.
The sad blue eyes that gazed across the bed at Caballo were tearful and supplicating. Their owner was miserable, spent and weakened and her whipped backside stung abominably. She knew miserably that the palpitating mounds of leather-marked flesh poked out in an obscene, wanton posture. But all pretense of fight and hauteur had left her tormented and quivering body.
The Princess acknowledged defeat and captivity.
These men were her masters, they and their whip and their cocks.
She could only wait, now, to be impaled and used as they wished.
And... something about her degrading, powerless weakness made her breasts tighten and throb and her cunt itched.
From behind, Edmunto reached down to her. His hand seized the mass of tangled pale hair. He yanked it back and forth, forcing her strained and tear-stained face to stare up at him. She was gasping, the bones of her throat thrusting at it. She was a very pitiful sight indeed and Edmunto liked that. He knew quite well that he was cutting off her breath, but he held her immobile in that painful, neck-straining pose. The way her straining tits jutted excitingly made Caballo grin. Their pretty pink noses seemed to be pointing directly at him, as if choosing him for their attention. He gave them his, slowly realizing that they were slightly distended.
Caballo frowned in thought. He had known a woman once, whose nipples had hardened and fattened when she underwent pain and enforced submission. She had been a superb sex partner, he remembered and it was nice that both of them enjoyed his beating her so much. Unfortunately she had also been ugly.
"Senora," Edmunto told her, "my cock want sucking. You have a choice, naturally. You can begin now, immediately, or you can take a few more lashes across your ass. I feel that I should tell you, though, that it is already striped and another ten lashes may well wash your so-soft skin with blood."
She shuddered. Her face and throat worked. She tried to reply. But because of the way he held her with her neck arched, she was incapable of speech.
"I need no answer," Edmunto said, determined to break her utterly. "If you refuse, I shall know when I seat myself on the bed in front of you. I shall also know if you choose cock over more whipping�_"because you will at once put your mouth to work on my organ!"
"I hope she refuses," Gaston said quietly and the whip made a little slither-swish noise on the cabin's plank floor.
Edmunto released Claudine's hair. Her face and shoulders flopped forward onto the rumpled bed and her naked body quaked as she swallowed and gasped for breath, again and again. Behind her, Edmunto dropped his pants and kicked them off. Then he stepped around her, mounted the bed and scooted forward so that his legs flanked her kneeling body.
"Well?"
Slowly, the shamefaced woman raised her head. Her cheeks were streaked and shiny with tears of suffering, both mental and physical. On her quivery knees before the seated man, she stared at his crotch. His wide-parted legs displayed it lewdly to her.
She sobbed in shame and despair.
His penis was a long thick worm, a dark-skinned slug that was neither erect nor totally relaxed. Its base was a riot of wiry black hair that nearly obscured the long, wrinkled bag of his balls. The glands was like the head of a cobra, a rounded heart-shape with a single reddish-eye. It stared.
A male organ. A penis, a prick, a dork�_"a cock. Waiting for the soft caress of her aristocratic mouth. She had never had a cock in her mouth. Not even her husband's and this was a stranger's sexual tool. Also, she knew that it had recently been housed in her cunt and that it had not been washed since. It must contain the dried remnants of her own secretions, as well as his semen. This relaxed, rather vulnerable-looking emblem of masculinity had last been before her eyes when it spat its sticky seed onto her face and breasts.
He had made her lick the semen off her lips. She remembered that it had been almost tasteless.
She swallowed and licked her lips. Her eyes rolled up to meet the expectant gaze of his dark ones. They stared implacably. Then they lifted to look past her, behind her.
"Gaston�_"" She jerked as though she had already felt the whistling descent of the lash. "No! No! I�_"I will!"
Slowly, her lips parted. Tearful blue eyes stared. Her naked body trembled and she was aware of the bed's pressure against the chalky skin of her breasts. Born to aristocratic wealth, she knelt before him like a slave. She could not even take her time; she had to begin at once, or suffer another stinging flash of pain across her vulnerable bottom.
With tears streaming unrestrainedly down her cheeks, she tilted her head forward to the proffered crotch. Her dainty tongue slipped out nervously to wet her lips. She could smell... something; urine and sex, she supposed, but she told herself it was only her imagination. At least he didn't stink!
"I�_"I don't know what to do," she said, with a whimpering sob.
"Dumb pig-pussy! LICK!"
Edmunto shuddered when he felt the coiling, gently rasping pressure of her moist tongue coursing over his swollen cock-crown and encircling it to leave it saliva-wet. Sniffling in humiliated anguish and enforced phallic worship, the crushed woman began licking and sucking her first hot, pulse-pounding cock.
Her nostrils quivered, offended, as they were assailed by the acrid odor of musky, unwashed crotch. She forced her mouth to absorb the livid heat of his cock. She could feel it growing in her face. The comfortably seated man sighed and stared excitedly down at the beauty, the intensely arousing spectacle of those tight little aristocratic lips closing over the head of his meat.
"Suck it," he ordered. "Put some skin around it, Yan-qui cunt!"
With a little shiver and a muted whimper, she began sucking up his cock. It twitched. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing through the swelling length. She sucked. Saliva filled her mouth and she swirled it around his thickening, vibrant pole of lust. On her knees before a miner's son, she sucked cock.
For the first time in her life, the whimpering blonde sucked cock.
The seated man's prick thickened, lengthened, throbbed. It gave little twitching jerks within the sweet chambering haven of her mouth. And it became too much for her face, quickly. As it grew thicker and longer, more and more of its dilated length appeared. It formed an obscene bridge between his crotch and her nursing face.
The ambassador's wife sucked cock.
Her kidnaper's hand rushed out to grip her hair. He tugged her closer. At the same time he hunched a bit and she got an extra inch of meat far back in her mouth. She gagged. Her hands twitched at the bed, trying to push back�_"and not daring to do so. She fought back, desperately, the contents of her roiling stomach. Stricken blue eyes bulged.
"Bite it," he said quietly and with no audible menace, "and I will slap you silly and then jam it down your throat."
Her head lifted. Her mouth was wide-stretched to accommodate his straining hugeness. Her gaze met his. She did not look aristocratic now. Her eyes pleaded.
"Now," he said, "be still. Hold your mouth very wide�_"while I fuck it."
She blinked and strained her jaws. She was just getting used to it, just beginning to think it might possibly be nice and now�_"he�_"he was going to... to fuck her mouth?! Her gut clenched.
He began shoving his big, fatly turgid cock in and out of her head while he watched her face with eyes that were smoldering pools of lust. They stared at her distended mouth engulfing his tumid meat while her eyes spilled tears. He saw helpless drool ooze down her chin.
Beginning to pant, he shoved in and out, feeling her lips and watching them tuck back as his cockstaff ran in and then stretched out along it like the lips of a tight cunt when he pulled it partway back again. He fucked the haughty bitch's face. He felt the softness of her tongue, quivering along the lower surface of his throbbing meat. Fucking her face, he felt her teeth, too. But their abrasive slide along the shuttling shaft was not painful, only an additional sexually arousing pleasure.
He felt a pressure in his nuts, too, as his loose-swinging ballsac drubbed her chin and smeared it with her own saliva. Holding her face dutifully in place like a cunt, she could hear the sloppy slobbery sounds as he fucked.
Beginning to experience spasmodic little tremors and flashes of lust in his guts, he remembered his intention to bugger the gringa bitch. He ceased his movements. Waiting until she rolled her defeated eyes questioningly up to meet his cold stare, he pulled his bulging tool out of her head.
Pushing her pretty cocksucking face down onto the bed, he rose and straddled her as he moved off the bed and around behind her.
"Give me the whip, Gaston. And take my place-�_"it is your turn to have your cock sucked. She isn't a bad cock-sucker. A bit inexperienced, but she is willing and she does try. Also, as we have all known for years�_"she has a big mouth!"
The kneeling blonde quaked. But she made no sound. Fear of the whip had reduced her to fearful submission. And besides... there was a yearning...
Gaston dropped his pants and took Edmunto's place on the bed. His dark-furred legs slid along her soft naked body, bracing it. She did not look up at his scarred face. She stared only at his cock. Then, numbly and without hesitation, she showed them that she was completely conquered.
She shoved her mouth up the second man's prick.
Gaston's tool had no need of being aroused. It had come up into fine erection while he whipped her. His fondling hand and his watching Edmunto face-fuck her had kept it that way. Seated comfortably on the edge of the bed in the spot warmed by his comrade's naked ass, Gaston watched his own great stalk of angry red flesh split her delicately pursing lips to be swallowed up inside her mouth. It sucked, gently.
"Suck cock," he told her roughly. "I want to feel your tonsils around the knob!"
The kneeling blonde sucked cock.
Closing her eyes, she pretended that it was not this ugly scarfaced Espanian's organ she loved up in her mouth, but that it was David's and he had forced her, her own David, who had forced her by whipping her poor naked titties until they bobbed wildly and she screamed in agony and stared in horror down at the way trickles of warm blood poured down the quivering white moons.
His fellatist shivered and moaned sensually, but Gaston had no idea why. Had he known, she'd have learned that fantasy is far nicer than reality.
Behind her, a bending Edmunto slipped his hands between her kneeling thighs and her bowed body. He began to lift her. With a moan, she maintained her oral grip on his cock while her ass was elevated and her legs were straight up and down with her torso a long, smooth line running down from tight-stretched upturned butt to the great swirl of blond hair that fell over Gaston's penis.
He sat delighted. Never in all his Espanian peasant dreams had he pictured a time when he would sit with his thick dark meat sticking out of the pink-white face of a blond Norteamericana�_"and especially one who was the daughter of much wealth and the wife of the ambassador�_"a double symbol of both the United States and of capitalism! Fuck the U.S., he thought happily.
Edmunto gazed down into the crack of the whip-streaked white asscheeks that swung in the air before him without hesitation or interruption. They had no protection�_"and afforded none for her dainty little asshole.
He trembled all over at the thought of the Princess standing thus, bent far forward in total submission, her mouth on Gaston�_"and her anus and vagina waiting to be used as Edmunto wished! He locked his hot-eyed gaze on her full ass. The skin was stretched tightly over the large white ovals. He noted the way they swooped down into a waist that looked as if it had been pinched from birth to make it tiny and waspish.
He put his hands onto the flaring rounds of her ass.
She jerked and her buttocks clenched together against the pressure of his thumbs. He eased off slightly, pulling the cheeks apart without viciousness. His hands maintained a steady pressure for many seconds, until he could see the straining muscles of her snowy inner thighs relaxing slowly, tiring and easing their stubborn clench, little by little.
Now the hair-curled slit that opened into her smoldering, pliant vaginal passage parted. Spongy pink cuntlips moistly unfurled. Willingly or otherwise, her cunt was flowering open to him!
He stepped forward and shoved his cock into the long pink-lined slit "Uh!" the standing, bent woman grunted when her warm nest was once again prodded open by the solid cylinder of a lust-congested masculine probe. He sank it in until his standing body was pressed tightly against her asscheeks.
Gaston dropped his hand to her head and threatened her by gathering up a handful of hair like yellow-white nylon.
"Suck, bitch! Keep your hands on the bed beside my legs to hold yourself up. This is what it is like to be a whore-slave and accommodate two men at once!"
She made a sobbing sound�_"and sucked cock while she was fucked from behind.
Edmunto was pleasantly surprised to find her pussy's channel full of her secretions, wet and warm. He pushed his cock in and out several times, to make sure it was coated with her cunt-juice. At the same time, he slid both hands around to get a firm grip on the front of each sweetly rounding thigh. They quivered with the strain of holding her in this strange position�_"and with the slippery slide of his cock in and out of her drenched cunt pocket Their captive was pleasing both Edmunto and Gaston very much. She was making little moaning sounds from the throat They emerged around Gaston's big prick while she moved slightly, in a definite rhythm with Edmunto's skewering fucking movements against her back as he slicked his powerful penis in and out of her pussy, which seemed to be gaping and gulping hungrily.
Holding her so that she could not be able to jerk away in mindless reaction to his next act, Edmunto pulled his cock out of her.
She definitely pushed back a little! He smiled at that almost imperceptible movement that sent her cunt after his retreating cock. He smiled too at its appearance: his prick was all glistening and slimy, utterly coated and practically dripping with pussy-sap.
Raising his aim slightly, he shoved. The blond woman-was relaxed, having accepted cock in cunt with apparent relish, raised in spite of herself to a voluptuous excitement dictated by her sensuous body and nature.
The haughty woman was relaxed... everywhere.
The tight flesh ring of her anus oozed firmly over the head of his prick, without resistance!
But she felt it and moaned-groaned desperately while she strove to jerk away. Gaston grabbed her silken hair in both hands.
"Be still, Yanqui! Suck cock!"
"Mmm-m-mmff-MMMMHHHH! M-mum-gl-l-l-lfffm-mmmm!"
She could feel the pain of displaced tissue, like icy stabs, of his great cock opening up a passage that had never been entered�_"not even by so much as her husband's finger. Once he had started to slip a finger up that forbidden cranny, while they were making love�_"and she had stopped him, violently.
Now she had cock up the ass! Now she was sure she felt a yard of thumping thundering bludgeoning male tool inside her squirming tiny asshole.
The man behind her upturned ass felt her tightening up�_"too late. She was straining forward, too and he held her back by exerting both hands against her thighs and sleek lower belly. His fingers gouged into satiny-soft skin and he strained forward. Pushing with his body, he pulled with his hands.
Deliberately twisting, he watched with flushed face as his powerfully grinding shoves made his plundering cock disappear slowly up her reluctant asshole. His intense urgency became an overpowering need.
Caballo watched while their lovely slave sucked Gaston's big root and took Edmunto's up the ass. The thick pant was still thinking about the way her nipples had thickened and hardened in reaction to whip-strokes. Nodding to himself, he walked around the bed to join Edmunto behind her. The two men exchanged glances, Edmunto's face lust-contorted. Caballo sat down on the floor, beside the upside-down V of the woman's strenuously bent body.
He grinned, seeing that her large bowl-shaped milkwagons had lengthened into elongated white cylinders. They swung beneath her, forced into a swinging joggle now as Edmunto began hump-fucking her asshole and attaining its depths.
Caballo reached up to grasp her hanging tits.
Hands caught hold of. both fulsome, pendulous breasts and her body jerked at the feel of this fresh violation of her helplessness. He squeezed. Big cable-like fingers dug into the spongy resiliency of her dangling tits and her entire form jerked and rippled. She could not object or even cry out; her mouth was full of cock. She was a sandwich between cocks shuttling in her face and up her virginal rectum. Caballo began moving his pressuring fingers. He varied each individual pressure point that deeply dented the soft white skin and threatened to crush the firm flesh and veins and milk-ducts within.
He mauled her lovely hanging tits.
He clamped and squeezed and manipulated the lovely juddering pendants until she moaned and shuddered and felt blood burning through her veins like hot acid. Spasmodic tremors flailed her inner cunt and created a hot liquid seething within the warm chamber.
Ducking his head, Caballo twisted his neck until he could see the pretty lips of her blond-furred pussy. They were gaping open. Even as he looked, they seemed to be pulsing, working slightly, as though her pussy sought something to suck on, the way her mouth sucked cock.
"Fuck her good up the ass, Edmunto�_"she's sucking harder!" Gaston cried.
She hardly jerked when Caballo released one pain-filled tit and ran two big fingers up her vaginal canal. They pressed the soft, damp labia well apart and thrust deep up inside her.
"She likes it," the giant said quietly. "She likes sucking cock and being fucked in the ass, amigos! She likes having her milkwagons treated rough�_"and she likes having a couple of fingers up her sopping snatch!"
"Your fingers?" Gaston asked. "Jesus!"
The moaning shuddering woman felt his cock lurch in her mouth. He was pressing it hard and deep while she slobbered all over the shaft so that spittle ran down it and matted the hair of his crotch. Tears flowed from her eyes and she sniffed. Mouth and nose and eyes all ran with the pressures. And behind her, Edmunto's hard dick was ruthlessly exploring the depths of her bowels, spreading her wider and wider with each long stoking stroke.
His hands held the perfection of those resilient demiglobes well apart. His fingers moved to dimple their softness again and again in constantly-applied pressurings. All the while, his sweltering cock reamed her virgin ass.
In her adjacent hollow, Caballo's big hot fingers were waggling around inside her cunt. With fingertip and harsh nail, he tickled her cervix which trembled and cringed deep inside her. Half-losing the cock in her face, she cried out and jerked violently.
The doubly impaled captive stood, practically hanging over Edmunto's grasping hands. She quivered and panted. Her body jerked again when Caballo popped both fingers juicily out of her, without care for the woman's discomfort at the sudden departure of viciously delving digits.
With that same hand, he slapped her sharply across one hanging, swinging breast. The football-shaped beauty juddered and heaved in convulsive agony. Caballo watched it swing wildly back and forth, slapping against its twin.
Sweat streamed from her armpits and rushed down the long thick cones of her pendent breasts. Sweat rolled off her face to add its wetness to the saliva in Gaston's crotch. Sweat trickled down her inner thighs and welled up internally to ease Edmunto's passage up her ass. And she shuddered voluptuously.
She began to move. Her body took control. She was helpless. Whining and whipping back and forth, she sucked hard at Gaston's cock and ran her asshole back and forth on Edmunto's. Her cunt drooled clear, thick liquid. Her tits swung and shuddered wildly. Caballo slapped them several more times, low across the down-spearing nipples. They had swelled up hugely in her unwonted arousal.
Gaston was nearly there. "Suck it, SUCK IT!"
Her tongue-wiggling mouth ran over the turgid knob of Ms prick and she sucked hard. Her mouth slicked up and down the saliva-running pole. His nuts were tense and throbbing with passion and the need for release. He grabbed her head.
Then his cock went off up her mouth like a salvoing cannon.
A white jetstream of semen pulsed far up inside her hungrily clasping mouth until it foamed out between the soft lips spread so broadly around his upstanding prick. Still moving her ass in swift little jerks, she kept working at the spurting cock. Her mouth forced out every drop of Gaston's semen. He panted and writhed in ecstatic exhaustion.
With her silky locks grasped in both hands, he pulled her head up off his spent peter, which came out of her face with a sound like an empty suction pump.
This time the blonde did not have to be told to lick the come off her lips.
He stared at her flushed face. She sniffed. Her eyes and mouth and nose were running. Her eyes were animal-like. She disgusted him. Shoving himself back, he slapped her. His drooling cock dragged across the sheet between his thighs as he backed away.
Her head jerked sharply with his slap and she snorted. Her hair flew in a pale cloud, though now many strands clung sweatily to her forehead and cheeks and neck and shoulders. Her face ran with sweat and come and tears and snot.
Caballo kept assaulting her tits with one hand while he teased her pussy tips with the other. And Edmunto kept running his cock easily in and out of her squirming, enormously expanded asshole. It took him like a cunt and felt no less capacious. Hot asshole gulped at his cock, Forcing her to raise herself from the waist, Caballo slipped well beneath her. Between her arms, he got his butt onto the bed. For a moment his dark eyes met her blue ones. She blinked, still leaking tears.
"Put your hands on my thighs," he said, "and keep them there."
She did, biting her lip. He slid his arms in between hers to get at her fierily throbbing breasts again. He slapped and he squeezed, dragging tight-clenching fingers down the dangling ovals until he was pinching and tugging at the scarlet nipples with the thumb and big spatulate forefinger of each hand.
She gasped loudly. Then she moaned, in a strangled whisper, "Yes! Hurt them! Hurt my breasts! I�_"I'm going to MAKE IT�_"don't stop, oh DON'T STOP!"
Her voice was extremely intense. She was piteous in her supplication and in her agony of combined pain and joy. She had learned what it was her system wanted�_"and though she hated to admit it and had resisted with all her might, there was no way not to admit it, now.
She began jerking back and forth, tearing her own breasts in and out of his hot painful grasp and ramming her own delicate anal passage back along the sounding probe of Edmunto's penis.
Her mind was clouded with panic and fear and pain and the dizzying assault of lust. Thrills surged through her belly. Unappeased desire made her vagina drool and snap like an angry mouth. Never had she been subject to such violent sexual excitement. Her empty cunt, her full rectum, her lurching belly felt as if they would burst with passion and need. She squealed aloud, again and again.
"Jesus!" Edmunto grunted. With all his might he lunged into her moving asshole. Hard-plunging organ rammed like a piledriver into the deep cleavage of her sleek-cheeked ass, stretching it obscenely open. Still she squealed and jerked. The full pumping length of his hard-on stabbed deep between the white moons of her ass and filled her with each stroke, nestling itself far inside her quivering rectum. Her asshole was wide open and sloppy wet and burning hot.
Certain that she had it, that she had captured all of his meat and imprisoned it in her expanding asshole, she thrust herself swiftly and wildly back to swallow it utterly. Sweat poured from her and her hair clung pastily.
His cock started gunning sperm up her rectal channel. The swollen knob burst a flood of the glutinous liquid into the warm moist dark. She screamed.
She felt every spurt and her eyes and mouth bulged wide as hot semen came rushing into her to fill the depths of her bowels until she knew a sudden fear that they must burst with the sudden pressure. It was so marvelous�_"and to think, she had never had it this way before, anally!
Raised to a pinnacle of excitement by her sudden obvious lust, Edmunto sagged. His balls were utterly drained by her virginal, sucking asshole. His prick came flopping out of her anus with a sloppy sound to snap down onto his emptied balls. Staggering, he backed up and sank into a chair. Sitting loosely, he stared at the gaping gulf between her reddened buttocks. Squeezing obscenely, that fucked-open hole was leaking sperm down the crack and onto the furry pouch of her open-mouthed cunt. It was oozing, too.
"No no no!" the sweating disheveled woman screamed, "Not enough�_"not ENOU-U-UGH! I didn't MAKE it! Ahh-" And she began to sob loudly.
Jerking the blond slut forward onto him by pulling her sweaty tits, Caballo flopped backward on the bed. She felt the big knob of his huge cock prod hard against her belly as she came helplessly down onto him.
"Stick it in," he said. "Shove it up in you and ride till you do make it, then!"
The frantic, naked mess of a woman whimpered.
Now it was completely up to her.
Now she not only had to admit her needs and her excitement�_"she had to take action to do something about it. Either that, or... languish here where she was, teetering on the very brink of the cliff of orgasm.
But�_"they weren't forcing her now. She was smashed, crushed, a sweaty dirty disheveled sperm-leaking animal, degraded and defeated, subjugated. But they had forced her. And now... now...
She sobbed aloud, hesitating, staring down at his big face.
CHAPTER NINE
David Brooks could think of only one thing, his kidnapped wife. He was with the police when George Buchanan tried to call him and then he went home to wait for the call from the kidnapers. Surely they would call... Brooks did not think of calling Buchanan at all.
So Buchanan went after Herrera.
He was walking up the driveway toward the Communist leader's big country house when he heard the throaty roar of the Mercedes engine. Buchanan stopped dead still. Lifting his rifle to his shoulder, he stood spraddle-legged, waiting. Not for long; the big car appeared around a bend in the tree-lined drive. Raul Herrera was already accelerating recklessly.
He saw Buchanan and saw the leveled rifle and he swerved�_"even as the gun spat fire. The windshield starred in front of Herrera's face, all around the little round hole in the glass. But Raul Herrera never felt the deadly shards of flying glass that cut his face to crimson ribbons.
Buchanan's bullet had taken him directly in the left eye. Herrera was dead even before the car skittered side-wise into a tree that stove in the driver's side of the big automobile. More blood pumped from his crushed body.
"Shit," Buchanan snarled. "In the movies the cars always burn!"
Then, knowing he was a murderer and feeling wholly justified, he trudged on up the lane to Herrera's sprawling house. He had committed a crime: murder. He would never forget it. But�_"justice had been served. Courts only mucked things up�_"and so did waiting for ambassadorial intervention. He, personally, had got the dirty bastard who had ordered the rape of his little girl.
Now he strode purposefully up onto Herrera's porch�_" the late Herrera's porch. What he wanted now were the names of Herrera's hirelings. The slime who had done the actual raping. Where would they be�_"they and Brooks's snooty wife, the cold-ass Princess?
* * *
Feeling closer to orgasm than ever before in her life, Claudine Brooks made the choice for her own final degradation. She could impale herself on the thick hard horse-cock of the man called Horse. Or she could stay hung up, on the painfully anguishing brink of orgasm, as she had all her life.
Pale hair streaming, sticking to her with the sweat that darkened "it, her mouth slackly open and her beautiful breasts bouncing and jiggling so that they dribbled sweat, she moved. Claudine crawled hurriedly up the body of the giant sprawled on his back on the rumpled old bed. He was smiling at her.
The knowing monster was so huge, his thighs so thick, that she had to strain her own to bestride them. Her cunt' gaped like one of those girls who posed for the obscene, pitiful photos.
When his upstanding club of cock was directly under her loins, she squatted swiftly.
The luscious softness of her mound and its delicate pink lips rammed down. Swift and straight, onto the plum-colored, plum-sized head of his cock. Resilient labia, glistening with the oil her pussy was so copiously secreting, were forced wide to encompass that knobby head. They gaped even wider around the thicker portion of the sprawling, grinning bastard's cock-shank.
"Guhhhhh!" she groaned, her eyes bulging. She felt that big glands run straight up into her, all the way into her, to bang into the spongy inner neck of her uterus. She felt as if she had cock up her to the chest Vibrating with passion, her vagina swelled and spread to incredible new dimensions, as long as the deepest well and hugely distended so as to take all of him up into herself. The whip-streaked, trousers-abraded rounds of her sexy rump slapped down onto his thighs with a loud plop!
"Huuuuuunnnnghhhh!" The head of his cock skidded off her cervix and found a new lodging place, hot and wet.
"Ummm," he sighed. "Fuck yourself now, chippy!"
She jerked, grinding herself down onto him as if to impale herself to the eyeteeth.
That was her goal, to take all his gigantic cock!
She wanted to take it all, all and suck at him with her open, swollen pussy, seeking still more length and width of hot cock up the churning, hungry hole of her loins.
Riding him, she began exerting the muscles in her thighs and calves to slide her cunt up and down his scorching pole. Every up-down movement she made drew the throbbing invader up and down inside the soft layered flesh of that humid funnel to her womb. She bounced fierily on his bludgeoning cock like a wild woman, like a female rapist; a beautiful blond barbarian who had somehow conquered this outsize male and was now trying to tear her pussy apart on the outsize weapon that stabbed up between his legs. All the while, she never ceased moaning and gasping and grunting. She felt afire with the desire for lustful gratification that was raging in her boiling, juice-spurting cunt Caballo lay happily on his back, watching her and thoroughly enjoying the sight and sensation of this beautiful woman, once haughty and imperious and now aboriginally cock-hungry with an insatiate lust, fucking herself on him with an absolutely insane pounding of self-stabbing up-and-down lunges.
Edmunto and Gaston exchanged disbelieving glances. Then both men grinned.
"Help her out, Caballo, you lazy bastard," Gaston grinned. "It isn't gentlemanly, to let a whore; do all the work!"
"Yeah, Caballo," Edmunto chuckled, "don't just lie there while she masturbates on you! Fuck the swivel-assed flop-titted gape-gashed bitch!"
Claudine shuddered at their callous, demeaning words. Yet she heard her own voice, screechy and ugly: "Yes�_" yes Caballo, damn you oh damn you, fuck me!"
He swung up an arm to slap her left tit with a loud smacking sound. The bobbing breast was hurled against the other shapely half-globe with a new slap of flesh on flesh. Both satiny bags swung and jumped wildly.
"Don't talk like that to me!" he snapped.
She moaned aloud, feeling the stinging pain and the gush of sexual pleasure. The pink hot twig of her nipples was swollen and bulging so colossally that she felt it might burst open and bathe the man beneath her with blood and a gush of clear fluid from her milk-ducts. Each fatly engorged tit-crown ached�_"as did her needful cunt... as did her twitching burning clitoris.
"Move, you lazy bastard!" she cried, bouncing, bouncing, jamming her pussy full of hugely swollen cock. "Fuck me, damn you damn you!"
"I said don't talk like that to me!" he snapped and he slapped harder.
Again her face contorted in pain and again both reddened breasts leaped and swung and rippled liquidly.
"Ahrrr! Oh�_"oh, you low woman-hitting impotent son of a bitch!"
Angrily provoked, he reached up with both hands and grabbed her jiggly jugs. His firm, constricting grip on her tits made her groan huskily and roll her eyes. A fiery seizure of pain lanced through the shapely roundness of her taut breasts. Still riding his big cock with frantic plunges up and down her sweat-streaming body, the blonde groaned at the pain. His fingers dug in. She clenched her teeth as she felt her inflamed, heaving breasts send electric thrills through her entire nervous system.
They throbbed painfully and had her squirming in distress.
They throbbed sensually and had her squirming in pleasure.
The wild-woman rode his crotch, cramming and pulling the entirety of his cock into her like a length of deeply-pink hose. The sexy pink tips of her tits strained out above him, pulsing hotly out between his gouging fingers.
Flames of lust glowed in her eyes as his plunging pole pushed to its full fat slippery length inside her anxious cunt hollow. Her flailing sweat-slick ass beat down on his thighs with noisy, wet smacks.
Every swollen tissue of her swollen, pulsing vagina sank down over his meat until the pale nest of her vulva was pressed firmly against his own hairy crotch. She felt the wiry hair stabbing her soft mound and she ground her loins down on his, circling herself around on his mighty cock. Convulsive twitches jerked through the well-clasped meaty staff and it pulled and jumped up inside her.
With his big hairy hands wrapped around her aching breasts, he jerked her down onto him. She flopped with a gasping groan of shock and pain.
Behind her, Gaston stood staring at the undulant twin pillows of their captive's sexy butt. Bouncing and slewing around, it seemed to beckon as she slithered over Caballo's sprawled body. With a sudden grin on his scarred face, Gaston grabbed a couple of pillows. He tucked them in against each of her hips, over Caballo's big hairy thighs. Then he snatched up his whip, raised it, swung. A jolt of fire ripped through Claudine's sexually squirming backside. It seemed to drive her down onto the cock that already probed her so deeply. Her body convulsed spasmodically. Her blue eyes tried to pop from their sockets as the searing thong slithered from her.
Tightening his arms across her silky back, Caballo pinned her arms to her sides while holding her down on him. With short, sharp little twitches of his hips he jiggled his cumbrous prick in her.
The swollen, silky flesh of his powerful cock's swollen crown cruised maddeningly over her cervix. It nudged her with spine-tingling threats to invade her very womb. She grunted in pleasure and the feeling of displaced inner tissues. Cock was a pressurizing pain deep inside her that brought forth groans and tender sighs from her parted lips. Her cunt drooled around his arrogant, hyperabundant prick. Constant sighs of pleasure made her move involuntarily on him, with convulsive twitches. The thick hairy root of his cock meanwhile ground abrasively into the gristly nubbin of her clit.
He was up her balls-deep with a cock that felt like a ship's mast.
Gaston struck again. She cried out when hot pain swept like a forest fire through her buttocks and pelvis. Her bottom jumped and tightened, each cheek like a great clenching fist. Her cunt rammed down onto Caballo's towering cock with such force that new pain jarred through her. It seared in her pelvic bone this time, from the hardness of his.
Completely caught up in lust and striving desperately to achieve her ever-elusive orgasm, she grunted and hunched and slobbered.
Panting, groaning in pain and pleasure, she was so excited she thought her entire system must overload like a power line stabbed by lightning.
Something was happening in her. Something was happening inside her belly and in the depths of her febrile, drenched and flaming cunt. Her clitoris felt big as her thumb. And Gaston's whip came again with a biting caress between the trembling cheeks of her ass, snapping sharply into the shiny crease.
Her cry was hideous and her entire body convulsed. Her crotch rammed violently down onto Caballo's. New pain exploded like liquid heat in her crushed clitoris.
Then she screamed again. And again.
Her cunt began contracting, rhythmically and repeatedly, milking at Caballo's engulfed cock.
She screamed in overwhelming joy. A wave of pure ecstasy swept through her, ignited by the intensifying spasms of her erupting body.
For the first time in her life, the Princess came.
She came big.
The quaking woman went rushing high on the very crest of that pounding tidal wave of unknown joy. Her muscles twitched uncontrollably. Every inch of her superb flesh twitched and jerked. She came and came, twitching and sighing, her fingers clenching. Her toes curled and her legs jerked as though she'd been stabbed. She shuddered, she moaned, she cried out and her body tried to convulse.
It was too intense, Claudine's first orgasm and when Caballo's mighty prod started pumping its hot load up into her contracting pussy, she didn't even know it.
She had withstood the horror and shock of kidnap, the anguish of humiliation, the pain of whip and clawing hands and the physical and mental torment of rape in her body's three channels.
All that she had withstood. But Claudine could not maintain consciousness in the berserker throes of her first orgasm. She fainted.
Caballo lay gasping, his balls gloriously emptied for the second time into this superbly curved pink and white body. After a time he realized that his so-willing partner was much heavier. She was a completely inert weight on him. Shoving one hand into her hair, he lifted her head. It was loose. So was her mouth, which hung open and leaked spittle. Her face was covered with sweat and tears and the strands of blond hair plastered to it with sweat. Her eyes were closed.
"Christ," he muttered. "She's unconscious!"
The burly giant rolled her unceremoniously off his sweaty body�_"most of the sweat having flowed onto him from her. Then he rose from the bed.
The three men stood staring down at their captive. She lay on her back where Caballo had rolled her. Her legs were far apart so that the wispily-furred bulge of her cunt was lewdly displayed. The puckered fullness of its ripely swollen lips lay well apart, obscenely displaying the deep slippery trough of her sperm-inundated slash. The lips were fiercely red from their constant distention and grinding on Caballo's huge penis and his wiry black pubic hair.
Out of the open-yawning mouth of her cunt came Caballo's yellow-white semen, in a steady trickle onto the old sheet.
With masterly understatement, Caballo said, "She came."
"That," Edmunto said, "is a hot woman."
"She liked me manhandling her teats," Caballo smiled.
"She likes being whipped!" That from fiery-eyed Gaston.
"She likes it all," Edmunto said thoughtfully. "All of it. Taking it in the mouth excited her. Yes and rough at tentions to her milkjugs excited her too and pleased her. She loved my cock up her asshole."
"They all do," Caballo rumbled.
Edmunto shook his head. "She climbed on you, Caballo, to fuck herself and she was more than willing! That was her choice, completely her choice."
"She was all fired up and had to get it off," Gaston said.
"And yes, the whipping you gave her pretty ass, Gaston, added to her sexual pleasure, too."
"I could love a woman who loves the whip!" Gaston said.
"Si... that woman, amigos, loves sex and males who are mucho macho�_"much man! For sex, I am thinking, this one would do anything."
Caballo was shaking his long-faced head, looking at the peacefully unconscious woman whose pretty titties bore the marks of his big spatulate fingers. "Why would Brooks have a mistress, with this waiting at home?"
Edmunto sighed. "Who knows about Norteamericanos? Come�_"let's have a bit of wine and meat and see what is on the radio."
"What about her?" Gaston asked, still staring at Claudine.
Edmunto waved a hand. "Leave her. She had been hard used. Let her rest. I am willing to grant rest to such a sexy woman�_"while I fill my belly with red meat and red wine�_"food for the balls!"
The wine was good. The peppered beef was good. The radio�_"was bad.
The news told them that Senor Yuri Babaikov, Ambassador from the Soviet Union, wished to make it perfectly clear that he had no ties whatever with Raul Herrera, head of the Espanian Communist Party. The three employees of Raul Herrera stared at each other, paying no attention while the newscaster went on to say that there had been no word from the kidnapers of Senora Claudine Brooks.
Senora Claudine Brooks lay still, with semen drooling out of her puffed, open vulva.
Edmunto snatched up the telephone and called Herrera. The phone rang and rang. Caballo and Gaston waited, leaning anxiously forward, staring at their leader while he called his leader. Suddenly Edmunto's eyebrows shot up and his jaw clenched. He put the phone down hurriedly.
"Someone answered. It was not Herrera�_"it was a Yanqui!"
"A Yan�_"Brooks?"
"I don't know. The phone rang many times! Then the voice. A Norteamericano."
"Brooks," Gaston said fearfully. "Police... Brooks... the Russian threw Herrera to the wolves... Herrera was not there�_""
"He may be on his way here," Caballo suggested.
Gaston pounced to his feet. "I do not think so! I am not waiting! We must get OUT of here! Suppose�_"suppose Herrera makes a deal, himself�_"for us?!"
"What about her?" Caballo nodded at the doorway into the room where Claudine still lay in fucked-out satiation.
Gaston shrugged. "Kill her, of course."
"You idiot," Edmunto raged, "if we are in trouble, she is our ticket out of here, to a plane... "
Gaston shook his head. All of them had put on their clothing; now he buttoned his shirt. "I do not care about that. Edmunto�_"I am leaving. Come."
"You are not in charge," Edmunto told him, "and I say we stay."
Gaston picked up his whip. "I am leaving, Edmunto!"
Caballo stood and placed a mighty hand on a shoulder of each of the others. Gaston looked apprehensive, his knuckles white around the stock of his whip.
"It is a bad time," the huge man said. "If we must part... then we must part. Let him go, Edmunto. A man must do what he thinks is best."
Gaston and Edmunto looked at each other. Edmunto glanced up at Caballo, back at Gaston.
Edmunto nodded. "Adios, amigo mio."
Steering Gaston with his left hand on the man's shoulder, "Caballo seemed to be acting as escort. He walked Gaston to the door. Just outside, Gaston looked back.
"Edmunto... I am sorry. Go with God, Edmunto."
"Si. Vaya con Dios, Gaston."
Frowning slightly and looking guilty, Gaston at last turned and started on. Caballo's left hand slid from his shoulder. Caballo's right hand moved swiftly up. And Caballo's knife drove into Gaston's back just above the buttocks, all the way in, until the hilt slammed against his back. With an unbelievably strong motion, the big man ground the knife upward, gave it a careful twist within the other's flesh and then jerked it out.
Gaston stood there, shuddering. He had made no sound beyond his initial grunt when the knife severed his backbone. He dropped to his knees, still shuddering. Then he fell full length, face down.
Gaston heard Caballo turn and re-enter the cabin. Gaston lay there, unable to move. He wondered what it was going to be like, the rest of his life like this, a helpless paralytic with severed nerves in his backbone.
He lay there thinking about that while he bled to death. It took perhaps twenty minutes.
CHAPTER TEN
When Caballo stepped into the bedroom, their captive was awake.
Still totally naked, she was on her way out the back window. One bent leg was on the sill; the other was stretched stiffly beneath, pushing at the floor with an effort that beautifully bulged her calf and tightened her fine asscheeks into two hard-looking ovals. He could see a wisp of fine, nearly white pussy hair.
Caballo strode across the room and grabbed her by the waist and hair. He jerked her back into the room. Claudine emitted a despairing moan and jerked, kicking with both feet. Backing unconcernedly up a couple of steps, Caballo plumped his big buttocks down onto the rumpled, semen-stained bed�_"with the naked writhing woman across his knees.
"Bad girl," he said and proceeded to treat her like one.
Holding her face down across his knees with one hand pressing into the silken skin at the small of her back, he swung his other hand up and brought it forward and down onto her left buttock with a SMACK! Her skin was very pale; his hand was very dark; the contrast of huge hand on tremorous cheek was lewdly sharp. Caballo was big, his arm strong, his blow hard-swung and his hand the size of a boy's baseball glove. It completely covered the dimpled hemisphere it smacked. His fingers extended nearly to her hip, while his thumb actually snapped down into the crack that divided the creamy halves of her full bottom.
The struck cheek trembled in his grip and she cried out, as much in outrage as in pain. Staring down at the perfection of those resilient demiglobes of female ass, watching how her naked ass tightened fearfully, he swung another splatting spank, onto the same cheek. Again his strong, capable hand flashed down onto her left buttock. This time her cry was a moan, barely audible, confined to her throat as the naked blonde bit down hard into her hp.
But she could not stem the thrashing and squirming of the silken length of her naked body. He felt the softness of her breast when it smacked his calf and the soft dainty hair of her vulva rubbing his thigh. He watched the way her buttocks danced in protest of his ignominious treatment of their soft curves, then tightened up so as to close completely the narrow valley between the hills of white flesh.
He slapped again. And again. He spanked her bouncy bottom fervently, until it tingled throughout the fleshy, provocative curves. Always he smacked the same tensed, reddened cheek, totally ignoring the snowy right buttock.
He enjoyed it. He enjoyed her nakedness across his legs, enjoyed watching her tighten her sexy Yanqui ass in anticipation of each new smack, then relax slowly, reluctantly, when it did not fall�_"and then he would smack again. Tremors of pain shot through that sensational seat he slapped. She moaned at his touch and grunted at each hardswung slap. She suffered, and�_" Tremors lurched through the liquefying depths of her vagina.
She was panting, wiggling and wriggling her rounded plump butt around on his lap, scrubbing her bulging Venus mount against his hairy thighs. Whimpering, sobbing softly, she wondering why he was concentrating all his attention on her left hindcheek�_"it was so so hot and its untouched twin was so cool... But those cheeks were no longer twins. The burning that pervaded her tormented ass was reflected visibly in the form of livid fingerprints. They seemed almost to glow, spreading to become one great red splotch that completely covered the cringing skin of that gentle hillock.
Pain coursed through her in waves of... rapture!
She squirmed and her moans became whimpering sighs, not cries, while she wriggled harder and harder, with a new purposefulness. She was flying...
She hardly noticed when he left off spanking her. Lying across his legs, still squirming, she continued to rub her mounded, sparsely furred pussy against a leg like the branch of a tree. Tremors rushed up and down her back. He could see them. She sobbed and whimpered�_"and ground and rubbed.
A great hand slid down her silken back. Slipping his fingers into the soft tendrils of her blond hair, he tugged. She slid backward with a gasping groan, until her breasts caught painfully on his thigh. One tit strained, stretched, popped free, swung down, slapped into his other thigh. Her knees thumped to the floor. She knelt to his right, facing his right thigh with her soft white tits draped over it like an offering of ripe creamy fruit.
Her tearful blue eyes rolled to him.
"Tsk tsk, little pussy cat," he said, shaking his head. "Why would you want to leave us? We know you had a nice time!"
She flushed. "Please�_"you've hurt me, shamed me so�_" you know... you know something about me that no-nobody else knows... please,' please let me go now. You know I'll never tell who you are, where you are�_"I couldn't! I couldn't bear to tell them�_"to have you tell about... me."
He shrugged. "That you like being treated like a woman? That you like eating cock and getting it up the ass and riding it like a vacquera?" He smiled. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Princess! You are a supersexy woman, that's all! Oh�_"and when you come, do you ever come!"
She dropped her head. Tears rolled softly down her cheek. Her shoulders slumped.
"Stand up." Caballo's voice was quiet, but firm and implacable.
Using his thigh for leverage, she pushed herself to her feet. Her tits jumped and bounced. Her well-spanked left asscheek smarted fierily.
He made her stand directly before him, facing him and told her to put her hands behind her. "Keep them there. Best to grasp your own wrists, woman!"
"What... what are you going to�_"oh no, not my breasts again!"
He smiled, gazing up at her face�_"a very short distance, even with him seated while she stood. Then he shoved his big thumb up her cunt.
"Uh!" she grunted and her hands leaped around her body toward him. They stopped in mid-rush, warned by the look in his eyes.
His thumb had gone very easily into her wet gap. Biting her lip, leaking glistening tears, breathing hard through her nose so that her nostrils flared, she slipped her hands again behind her back. His thumb slid out of the deep crack between her soft and resilient vulvar folds.
"Ah," she gasped, then was forced to gaze at the thumb he held before her. It glistened. It was wet. She was wet inside. Her teeth sank harder into her lips. He smiled.
"You see, supersexy little pussy cat? Your pussy wells up like a crying eye�_"but not in sadness! Oh no. A pussy leaks this way in joy! In happiness and eagerness for fucking!" He shook his head. "Ah, how you have fooled and misled the people of Espania, Princess!"
Including my husband, Claudine thought dismally. But that was not the half of it: Oh how I have fooled MYSELF!
"Keep your hands well behind your back. Open your legs."
She wiggled her feet a little farther apart.
Suddenly his hand clutched her plump, springy mount. "Farther! I said open your legs, not wiggle your feet!"
With a sobbing little sigh, she parted her legs for him, giving him a far more intoxicating view of her bulging, swollen looking vulva. It was bisected by a tight red slit that was beautifully framed by the dainty pink fullness of her dewy lovelips. Entranced by her pretty cunt, he bent interestedly forward. Possessive fingers peeled back the close-seamed labia. He smiled at the instant appearance of fluted inner folds, almost scarlet in the deepness of their blood-engorged excitement.
"Pretty pussy," he said quietly, while he held it in his hand.
His thumb was gentle as it wriggled inside her again, while he listened to her sighs and little moans. The well-toned muscles in her thighs tightened to stand out boldly. Her legs quivered and her belly rippled. Her arms quivered, too, with the strain of clutching her wrists with each hand to keep them behind her. She pressed teeth and lips firmly together. Obscenity! Humiliation!
Then he ground his thumb in, driving it up into her vagina with a squirming and crushing of his rough palm against the pink-lipped crack. She whimpered�_"and a movement attracted her gaze to the doorway. It was Edmunto, watching. She averted her eyes quickly. It was horrible�_"and felt so good inside her...
"Move," Caballo bade her. "Move your hips and your shoulders and bend your knees. Move! Ride my thumb! fuck yourself on my hand, Princess!"
With a little moan of humiliation and shame, she began to obey.
The movements of her squirming body fucked her on his thumb as if it were an upstanding cock�_"and it was nearly the size of a normal penis, at that. She closed her eyes. Squish, squish... Now she could imagine that it was a penis. She was riding it as she had ridden his, earlier. Riding, riding, fucking, fucking herself, fucking her cunt, fucking her slutty slimy pussy...
She could feel it, deep inside her vaginal well where he worked it inland out of tight liquid hotness. Fucking her cunt on a thumb. She gasped and panted, pounded and ground herself onto his thumb-cock. She fucked her own silk-lined sex hole with swinging gyrations of her bare hips and up-down movements of her jacking knees. Her own movements and the thickness of that male thumb up her hungry vagina sent a blaze of fierce needful hunger all through her.
On the ends of her jiggling jouncing shimmying breasts, her pink nipples budded and blossomed into dark-hued flowers. They danced in the air before her. Fuck, fuck, she fucked herself on his thumb... I fuck myself, unh, unhh...
She groaned loudly when his big thumb popped squishily out of her churning cunt. She could not see his face. It was pressed firmly into the intersection of her thighs and his forehead was a hard pressure against her belly.
She had never never had a tongue at her cunt before. She had never felt anything like it. And it was absolutely wonderful!
He was slicking his tongue over the hardened sliver of flesh that peeked so coyly out between the tops of her cuntlips. She sighed ecstatically. Tongue traced over sparse blond hairs like nylon threads. Her flesh twitched. She moaned and jerked in irresistible lust and response to Ms marvelous loving mouth. Every supple, sinuous inch of her spectacular body responded to his kissing lips and slickering tongue.
Her body jerked and trembled. Her clitoris swelled up and twitched. Her buttocks flexed against the fingers that dug into them, holding her pressed so firmly to his face, cunt to mouth.
She could actually hear him lapping up the oily cunt secretions that oozed out to mingle with his soothing saliva. He lapped up every droplet, coasting his tongue over and over her pubic hair and the soft wet lips of her gaping pussy. He slid his tongue down to the very bottom of that fleshy, fat-lipped crack and then licked back up its ever-widening, ever wetter aperture.
Her licked cunt gaped lewdly open.
She screamed aloud. Her hands rushed out from behind her and ran urgently over her own tits without her even knowing it, trying to crush their rubbery flesh as he had. Her tremorous body jerked wildly as he thrust his tongue into the hot red hole that was framed by the white, sweating columns of her thighs. Her hands plucked and writhed and squeezed. The madly grinding woman played mindlessly with her own breasts and the pink firm mushrooms that tipped the lush masses of white flesh.
She grunted and writhed, hunching her flowing pussy to his mouth.
Beneath his tongue, the pulsing little hard-on of her swollen pink love button throbbed in ardent response to the lust that permeated her body like fire.
"Uh!" she grunted, like an animal. She hunched harder against his face when he let one finger slide down the sweaty crack of her ass and enter her snug little anal mouth.
Continuing to lick and suck her cunt, he pressed his finger farther and farther up her ass. She groaned and shuddered, feeling his thick fleshy probe slither up her rectum, centimeter by centimeter.
The writing blonde's mouth poured out gasping, tremulous, high-voiced cries.
Sweat poured off her. She grunted and hunched. Her fingers sank harshly and deeply into the soft flesh of her silken tits, mauling them now rather than fondling and stroking herself. She was like a greedy child with giant marshmallows that dented deeply and assumed new shapes under the pressures of her fingers.
He deserted her clit long enough to let his tongue ram into her anxious gap and swing around and around inside her. His finger up her asshole moved about in a similar way. Probing and tickling, he fingerfucked her asshole.
Her thirsty pussy seemed afire. She jerked forward, trying to impale it to its liquid depths on his tongue. It was woefully small, that tongue. She whimpered, grinding her hips against his head and wishing his tongue were a cock.
With her eyes closed and her head back, her own hands fervently squeezing her nipples, she did not see Edmunto enter the room. An enormous hard-on bounced and swayed obscenely before him. She did not even hear him when he stepped up behind her.
The giant Espanian was chewing softly on the pulsing lips of her pussy in a way that made her gasp. Every muscle in her body twitched and contracted.
"Ugh!" she grunted, when his finger popped free of the ring of her ass.
"UNNH!" she grunted again, aloud, when his finger came back. It seemed larger now and she supposed that he must have his thumb planted up inside her anal hollow, this time.
Except that... it kept coming and coming.
And kept coming, sliding up her ass, making her anus flower and dilate while it came and came up into her, making her whine like an anxious bitch in heat, Caballo's mouth sucking the hot sticky juices out of the slippery cleft of her loins while his thumb pressed farther and farther up her squirming, smarting asshole and her clitoris was pulsing, pulsing like a heartbeat...
And then Edmunto slipped his hands onto her hips from behind while the other man let his hands slide around her and her pelvis was ground harshly and squishily against Caballo's face while Edmunto sank the rest of his cock all the way up her welcoming asshole.
She knew, then and she sobbed aloud.
But her own hands tightened on her own tits. She continued squirming and sighing. So they'd sneakily pushed cock up her ass�_"it was wonderful!
It was all far far too good to run the risk of losing it by crying out or trying to get off the big throbbing chunk of swollen flesh that was now rammed so far up her rectum... a long-sheltered rectum that had been guarded and quite totally virginal, only yesterday.
Now her asshole was a whore, like her cunt and clit and tits and hands...
Her nerves seemed afire as Caballo returned to licking and sucking her nubbly love-button. Her blond-pelted loins moved anxiously up and down against his face, squirming and sweating.
Behind her, the other man's hunching and plumbing of her anal depths made their captive quiver and jerk in little spasms. His big livid tool utterly filled the soft, warm sheath of her ass. She moaned with the stinging pain of it�_"and with the glowing pleasure of it.
The balding Edmunto hunched in to bugger her deeply. His pelvis impacted her firm-fleshed buttocks with a loud slap. But his clutching hands kept the blonde from being pounded forward into Caballo, who still sucked away at her throbbing little cock-imitator.
Her own uncontrolled hands pushed and thrust and pulled and squeezed her tits, mauling the soft, plastic pads and gripping their hard nipples in a seeming attempt to wring them off. Her hips undulated. They swung back and forth. Tongue ran over her. Cock ran into her. As she swung her pelvis forward her clit was rammed hard against Caballo's wet stiff tongue; when she mindlessly jerked back again from the burning pressure, Edmunto's inflamed staff snaked into her. It probed deep up her ass and she grunted and jerked forward again.
He turned her asshole into a wet, open, welcoming cunt.
Her soft body trembled and her mouth oozed little moans. She had never known such glory. She had an asshole full of man, fucking it like a tight round cunt and her cunt was full of tongue, kissing it and tonguing it as if it were a pretty pink mouth. The insistently hunching woman felt not like a princess now, but like a queen, an empress, a magnificently enthroned lady who was the subject of the beautifully ardent attentions of two men!
With that thought, the entire life of Claudine Attenborough Brooks fell apart around her, shattering like a glass palace that had long sheltered and hidden her.
She began at once to put the pieces together again, but in a different new shape. She knew what sex was all about. She knew what she was all about. She knew about being a woman and needing men and being needed by men. That, the squirming new "Princess" realized, was what it was all about!
Smiling up at the ceiling, her hair caressing Edmunto's naked chest, she began ramming her incandescent body back and forth.
That final flurry of furious pelvic pounding against Caballo's face did it Once again Claudine came.
Groaning and jerking as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, she spent her newfound lust to the full in newfound orgasm. It shook her, drained her, left her numb and exhausted. Her knees buckled�_"and suddenly only the big probing bar of Edmunto's cock up her ass kept her from collapsing!
Pushing her back a little, forcing Edmunto to take one backward step with her, Caballo rose. She was standing and he was standing; he was far too tall and she too short, even this willowy tallish woman, for him to enter her this way.
So he bent his knees and guided his hugely swollen cock with one hand. With the other he tweaked open her flowing pussy lips. Peeling back one soft labe, he held it there, dark and glistening with his saliva and the juices of her lust and satiation. Hand-directing his cock, he straightened his legs.
The long thick ram of his bulgy shaft slid straight up into her orgasm-contracting vagina.
She was doubly impaled and while standing.
The half-fainting woman groaned and her eyes bulged. The giant's outsized organ felt even bigger in her now than before, with her vaginal passage pressed tightly into a narrow tube by the presence of the penis in the adjacent channel of her ass.
She stood weakly in that dirty old cabin, her mouth open and her arms dangling at her sides. The willowy blonde was held up on her feet only by the lust-hardened, tensile strength of two male shafts that filled her body's contiguous holes.
Grinning into the other man's face, Caballo wrapped his arms about their common woman. All the way around her so that his big hands slid over the narrow hips of the man behind her. Edmunto gasped in surprise. He glanced down, suddenly still with his straining prick anchored up her asshole and subjected to even more pressuring friction now, with the other man's cock up her pussy.
Then Caballo straightened his legs and allowed himself to fall backward on the bed. It creaked and groaned as all three bodies toppled onto it.
Claudine's mouth opened wide, but she could not cry out. She was crushed between them, lying atop Caballo with his huge stem thrust all the way up her vagina so that it was a hard pressure on her cervix. She was crushed down atop the giant by the weight of Edmunto, who lay on her back with his stiff penile staff sunk all the way into her afterhole.
She could not believe it. Fucked by two men at once! And she loved it; she would not have stopped it for anything.
Caballo could not move to fuck her, nor could she move atop his body. For the time, the three of them lay in that strange pile of flesh, two dark-fleshed men making a sandwich of the succulent white meat of their blond captive.
Then Caballo pushed at the other man's right hip, at the same time twisting his body that way. Hanging on to Claudine, Edmunto slid onto his side. She went with him helplessly, gasping and utterly filled and stuffed and dilated by cock, each of them impaling her from a different direction so that it was as if they formed one huge columnar shaft of red-hot maleness, completely transpiercing her quaking body.
Now lying between them, she could breathe again. For a time there was a hurtful, exasperating flurry of activity. Then Edmunto was still.
"Caballo," he said, "pull out" Claudine made a whimpering sound. Caballo snapped, "I will not!"
"No no, my friend, I mean pull out partially. We must slide in and out of her one at a time, not both together. Pull out to the head of your cock."
The meat of their sandwich sighed, then groaned "Uhhhh-annnnhh!" as Caballo moved his butt backward and pulled six or seven inches of his horse-organ out of her distended pussy.
Then she sighed again; feeling a considerable relaxation of that terrible pressure that was like one great log inside her. She was still much and very pleasantly aware of the pressure of Caballo's cock's bulbous glands between her cloven cuntlips. But now the far deeper-seated presence of the other man's more normal organ in the vault of her rectum was much more welcome.
Clever Edmunto, she thought. How nice...
Edmunto slid his hands up over her tits, making them flop around and rub the bigger man's chest with their fat tips.
"Now," he said, "cock-stab her, Caballo, while I pull!"
"Ohhhh�_"" she said on a tremorous, rising note, fearful...
But it was beautiful and she lay there and grooved on it. The slow slithering much-felt slide of Edmunto's erection out of her body's rearward channel was matched in reverse by the pushing back up her marshy cunt of Caballo's big horn. Her "Ohhhh" gave way to a pleased, sighing "Ahhhhhhh."
The two captors began fucking her that way, in unison. Edmunto pushed while Caballo pulled; Caballo returned his prick to the febrile embrace of her smoldering pussy while Edmunto eased back along the hot channel of her ass.
I'll never feel this again, Claudine thought. She squirmed a little- to rub her sweaty breasts against the huge man who faced her and fucked her cunt. Never�_"I can just see myself suggesting to David that he bring home another man so I can get it in both directions at once! Lord, we've never�_"we've never even...
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
We've never done anything, the ambassador�_(tm)s wife realized in desperation and deep sorrow. David had no idea!
Oh how I want to suck his dear penis, how I want to feel his darling sweet hands being mean to my tits! How I want to say things to him... talk dirty to him... ! Fuck my cunt! Stick your cock up my box, David! Tickle my tonsils with your hard peter, darling... let me eat you, you eat me, fuck my... fuck my... fuck my asshole!
She slipped, so deep in her thoughts. "Fuck my asshole!" she said�_"aloud.
Edmunto chuckled. "With pleasure, Princess!"
He did. Edmunto screwed furiously up her ass.
His balls banged against the lower curves of her sweet, cringing, squirming hindcheeks. After grinding his hips against her for a long moment to probe her intestines with his prickhead, he began the long slow withdrawal, while Caballo's enormous tool slid back into the wet, clinging enslavement of her cunt Oh David, she thought, feeling another orgasm begin to consider building inside her. Oh David, where are you? What are you doing? Now that I know and want to be a real wife to you�_"will I ever see you again?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Buchanan had been forced to walk to Herrera's car and take out the stuffed briefcase, while trying to ignore the bloody, lifeless body. It took him a while and then it took him a long while to go through the papers in that briefcase. But he found it. There were three men, named Edmunto and Gaston and Carlos, who was called Caballo. There was also a cabin up in the hills, at the old mine where several of Buchanan's present employees had once worked.
Rifle in one hand and evidence in the other, he hurried to the dead man's house. Buchanan telephoned Ambassador David Brooks.
Brooks answered immediately, hoping that this was the long-awaited call from his wife's kidnapers.
"Brooks? This is George Buchanan. Herrera's dead. The�_""
"Herrera? How?"
"Never mind. Just take my word for it, he's dead. Now listen, Mister Ambassador. Herrera had been paying three jokers named, ahh... Edmunto, Gaston and Caballo, real name Carlos, to do Ms dirty work. A bit of killing, a bit of roughing up, a bit of rape... They've used the cabin of the old Anaconda mine, up in the San Juanito hills, know where if is? Umm�_"now listen. My bet is that there is where those three thugs are right now�_"and I'd bet money they've got your wife up there, Brooks! They�_" yeah, well... oh shut up and listen a minute! Christ, it isn't as if that Princess of yours was a virgin, like my daughter Amy before they got her! Listen, Mister Ambassador sir, I'm going up there and I mean right now, with a rifle. And you're invited. Now. Either that or... forget it. I'll take care of those three!"
Buchanan put down the phone and jammed the papers in his pocket. Gripping his rifle tightly, he started to leave. It was then that the phone rang and after a long while of thinking about it, he decided. He answered. He heard a surprised gasp and the line went dead.
Buchanan nodded grimly. Herrera's thugs reporting in! Well�_"they had no one to report in to, now. He'd better get going, pronto. Buchanan set out hastily for the abandoned mine. He didn't give a damn whether David Brooks came along or not. The son of a bitch was probably waiting for the fucking State Department to tell him what to do and little Kaiser up there was probably in China or someplace!
* * *
It had all been so incredibly lovely, both of them fucking her and then feeling both of them jerk and hearing them groan in pure pleasure! Then feeling their strong cocks jerk inside her body's two holes as they began pumping their semen into her willing orifices!
What Claudine overheard now made her knees go weak and was like the slamming of a fist into the pit of her stomach.
The two men were in the other room, drinking wine or something. They thought she was asleep on the bed that reeked of semen and sweat. Caballo had nailed a single wide plank across the window. But Claudine was not asleep and she was even more shocked by his words than Edmunto's, when she remembered the sweetness with which the big man had sucked and tongued her slit.
"�_"but now I think poor Gaston was right! They may have Herrera. He may well make a bargain with them, that they'll go light with him if he turns us in!" She strained to hear the rest of, Caballo's words? "No no, Edmunto, I say we just knife-fuck the Princess and get out of here�_"muy pronto!"
She heard the sound of a hand slapping the table, in exasperation.
"No, idiot!" Edmunto countered angrily. "She is our safety! She is the Senora Brooks, the wife of the American Ambassador, not just some peasant we can use and destroy. The police could not ignore her death! Think, Caballo! Claudine is our safety. We will escape, we will leave the country�_"and we will use her as a shield and a hostage!"
"She will merely slow us down." Caballo sounded disgruntled.
"Have some more wine, amigo and think about it," Edmunto urged. "For heaven's sake�_"think!"
In the other room, their shivering captive took his advice. She worked her mind furiously. She had to mollify Caballo. She had to get killing out of his mind. She had to�_" Claudine sighed, tightening her lips. Yes. The new Claudine knew how to do it, too! Just yesterday she wouldn't have been able to do it. But now�_"now she knew how and she also knew that she could!
She set about steeling herself to... perform.
It was Caballo who came in awhile later to gaze hungrily at her. She had arranged herself so that the soles of her feet pointed at the door. Though the sheet hurt, she had used it and saliva to clean up her come-filled vagina. Now she gazed at him along the length of her naked body, smiling and she moved her legs well apart. Claudine held out her arms.
"My big macho lover! Come to fuck me again?"
"A man cannot fuck all day! A man can do only so much with his cock, slut!"
She wiggled, slid her hands over, her trembly breasts, making them wiggle enticingly and tugging upward at the nipples to let him watch the sexy stretching of the pink twigs.
"Then come here," she said, like the slut he called her, "and let me ride you as I did last night. That way you need only rest, my superman!"
He glanced down at the front of his trousers. "That is of no use," he told her. Caballo glanced back into the other room. "It is of no use when the tool is not high like a bar of iron."
She sat up and bent her knees to flash him an even more lewd and inviting look at her naked, open pussy. She swung her legs to the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she extended a hand in his direction and smiled at him.
"Then come here." Her voice was very soft. "Come, great cocksman and let us see if my mouth and tongue Can't make a bar of iron of your darling cock, so that you can pleasure us both with it."
Again he glanced rather slyly back into the other room. When he returned his gaze to the captive, she pursed her lips in a kiss, gazing at his fly. She showed him the wriggly tip of her tongue.
No man could have resisted such an invitation from such a woman. Caballo moved swiftly to the bed. He opened his pants as he walked�_"quietly, she noted. Was Edmunto drowsing? Before her, Caballo dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His flaccid tool dangled, inches from her eyes. It looked gentle in relaxation and soft and vulnerable.
He wants to shove a knife up me, she thought. I'd like to bite off this damned horsecock! But she did not She reached out to cup his balls. Her hand raised them and their long thick stem while she bent her head to lick it. It twitched and she heard his little gasp. She smiled, secretly, with her blond head bent over his crotch. She knew the new power, the real power of a woman over a man!
She bent her head still more to fill her mouth with his flaccid flesh.
Her hands were busy, manipulating his hairy, throbbing scrotal flesh and making the big eggs inside roll around while she moved her head slowly back and forth. Her forehead thumped his belly while she used her mouth to draw the slack flesh of his penis backward and forward in the wet hollow of her face.
She sucked. She played with his nuts. She licked the crown of the standing man's meat, the long flexible shaft and the little wrinkles behind the helmet. She worked hard to get him up, without appearing to. Her heart pounded. She would give him good reason to keep her alive, she thought, reminding herself too that this experience would serve her and David well... she was practicing, for him! Besides... it wasn't all that unpleasant. It wouldn't be at all if she hadn't overhead what the owner of this slowly thickening weapon of flesh had said about her!
She did it well and Caballo was a lusty man who was far from immune to the beautiful blonde who bent over his groin while that sweet mouth and tongue worked over his relaxed tool. Her mouth slid back and forth on the worm and the worm began turning. The tantalizing fervor of her mouth soon brought his cock springing up into quivering life.
Soft peter became a hard fucking-tool. It started coming out of her mouth, pushing her back as it grew inside her head. More and more of the spit-shiny length appeared from between her widely rounding lips�_"and then he grinned and reached down and grabbed her head.
He gagged her, ramming his big new erection into the slut's face, bouncing the fat plumlike head off the back of her suck-working throat and making it convulse in retching spasms.
"Ugl-lkkhh!"
Her mouth was forced open like the cunt of an underage virgin by that mighty cock. It wasn't just the thing's length, the hugely rounded head that tried to shove its way down her throat. There was more�_"there was the girth of his mighty organ.
Her mouth was terribly strained. Cock forced her lips wider than they had ever been. She felt the painful strain in her jaws. She felt the pressure on her lachrymal glands that made her leak slow tears, from that pressure. She was sure he felt her teeth and that frightened her. But�_" what could she do? She was afraid to thrust him back and withdraw her head.
I set out to win him. He wanted to kill me. He wants 'to�_"stab me up m-my vagina with a knife! I've got to win him over�_"just the thought of 'that fills me with horror and makes me shiver! She had to take this vicious, obscene mouth-fuck. She could not afford to anger him, or even come close.
She wished she could speak. She wanted to remind him that she couldn't suck, with her mouth fucked open this way. She felt like a crocodile in a Tarzan movie with her jaws propped powerlessly open.
The big bastard smiled down at her while he clutched her face and drove into the painfully strained wetness and warmness as if it were a particularly tight cunt he was skewering. Even so, with his cock-crown probing her throat and making her lurch and fight desperately to keep from vomiting, his balls were inches away from her chin.
He had a lot more cock.
If he forces the rest of it in, she thought, it will go into my throat and I'll die. Oh my God�_"maybe this is the way he's chosen to kill me!
It was a hideous vision she had, of strangling to death on hard male cock!
"You see," he said suddenly, "there is a disadvantage to having a cock like this. It's a horsecock. That's why they call me Caballo. No woman can suck me properly." Caballo's massive chest heaved in a sigh. "Well, hold your mouth as wide as you can while I pull it out. Otherwise it'll scrape on your teeth."
"Annnglllnnghh," she replied and held her mouth as wide as she could while he pulled cock from it. The knob caught at her teeth just the same and she saw him wince. She did too�_"she was cracking her jaws to open wider. Tears streamed.
The standing man's huge plug popped free and she gasped and swallowed and sniffed, panting for breath. Recovering as fast as she could, Caballo's cock-slave slipped her hands up under his big balls and looked with sweet submission into his face.
"I'd rather have this big lovely thing in my body," she said softly, "but I could suck on the tip and slide my hand up and down it if you want�_"like this."
Lodging half the huge glands in her mouth, she sealed her lips around it and sucked cockhead with all her might. At the same time, his "slave" fondled his rocks with her left hand and slid her right up and down, up and down the long thick shaft.
She wished that she could�_"what was the nasty lewd phrase? I wish I could give this giant brute head, properly!
Closing her eyes, she pretended that this was David's cock. She would give David lots of head. She would take his beautiful big prong deep into her hungry saliva-sloshing face. She would give his cock a lot of loving-up to make up for ah the neglect it had had from her.
I'll do my best to take David's beloved pussy-pleaser all the way down my gullet and saw on it and pump on it and drool all over it! (Oh my gosh, Claudine, how you do talk�_"that is, think!) I'll make my man happy, I'll make him groan and twitch and moan and never never want another woman when he can lodge that magic male wand of his all the way down his wife's throat!
I'll tell him about my fantasies-I swear I will! About my breasts and how I've pinched and squeezed and torn at them...
Working on Caballo's giant prick, the naked blonde let herself slide off into a fantasy involving herself, naked and bound and her own husband who had never before figured in her fantasies. He had a whip. He was whipping tier naked unprotected tits. Pain like heated needles was assaulting her and she moaned loudly. The whip would rise and fall, curl and crack. Her mouth and eyes would be wide and she'd shake with fear and pain. Sweat would ooze from her armpits and poor tingling breasts and it would be a chill sweat of fear and pain. Up and down the whip would go and she would feel it, fiery hot on her naked and totally defenseless tits. With fear-filled eyes dimmed with pain, she would watch her loving husband draw back the whip and snap it forward. Fresh pain would sizzle into her. Its wicked length would fall across both her reddened tits, creasing them while its tip snapped the swelling right hemisphere viciously. She would scream�_" if he wanted her to; otherwise she would bite her tongue and take it, lovingly. She would be unable not to writhe and to moan. There would be a glassy look in his eyes. Lust. Blood lust and lovelust, lust for her mouth and cunt �_"and my ass, oh yes, right up my ass I'll take my David too�_"please oh please don't let Caballo kill me, I want David, I want to love and be loved by David and be used by him!
She worked away at Caballo's cock and she let fantasy run riot inside her bobbing head. Her hair snapped at Caballo's thighs, but inside her head she saw a whip snapping at her breasts. He would keep on whipping her until the rising red welts burst and blood oozed and then flowed in streams and then in rivers and her defenseless titties would be red globe-shapes of bleeding horror! That was the great part about fantasy; one could imagine anything, even the horrible and impossible that one didn't really want!
I will scream, then. I will scream and scream. I will shriek and screech, to the very limit of my lungs. And he'll strike on, punishing me for being a rotten keep-away wife with closed legs and the whip will burn like a�_"a laser across my jiggling, red-striped titties�_"and my cunt will drip, wanting his cock and feel like it's been pumped full of boiling water. My belly will be all knotted up.
Her throat would spew out awful shrieks until it ached rawly�_"and I'll come, I'll have an orgasm, I'll squirt come-juice out of my vagina like a hose! My whipped titties will be bouncing and rippling and bleeding and my belly will be quivering and all the while those thick squirting luxuriant liquids of my climax will be running and rolling and spewing out of met The power of my orgasm hurls me into an orgasmic, orgiastic delirium that makes me hunch my body upward to meet the whip's lash in midflight, seeking its harsh leather storm, its welts, the blood, hot and thick and I'll beg my David to let me suck his beautiful penis�_"no no, his cock! His cock! Ogod let me have it, let me live and have that cock of David's and I'll love him and eat him all the days of my life!
Thinking wild, loving thoughts about David, she hand-stroked Caballo's enormous stave of sex and tried to stick her rolled-up tongue into the hole in its tip�_"and she heard Caballo groan. Good! She wanted to please him. But... if he were David, she would cup and press�_"gently, oh ever so gently�_"his darling hair-softened balls with her hands, press the semen in those eggs until they were swollen and throbbing with it and he would moan while she sucked out his come with all her might in big sucking, drinking sluices.
The lips of her vulva were burning with a sexual fire at her thoughts of fantasy�_"and with what she was doing with Caballo's cock, with Caballo's balls. Her hand ran back and forth on his salami-like hunk of penis and she made him groan again, fanning a flame in her overgrown captor that could be quenched only by the frantic firehose-spurting of its liquid seed. Carefully, she finger-scratched his large furry nuts, which made him sweat and shiver.
Rolled up into a small probing tube, her tongue entered him. She pushed her rolled-up tongue right into the little hole in the end of his gigantic cock. Wiggling it, she heard him make a sound like a sob. Saliva oozed from her mouth while she held it wide and tongue-fucked the orifice in his cock-tip.
The giant hunched and grunted and quivered all over while her tongue, made tiny by her rolling of it, played inside his hard thick cock.
"Enough!" he said in a sobbing voice and pulled his erection free of her loving face.
Reaching down, he slid his fingers into her armpits with his thumbs gouging her tits. He lifted her to her feet. She thought he meant to kiss her. He did not. His hands moved quickly down her sides and around to roam her brashly jutting buttocks. Then he clutched the very tops of her firm thighs, just at the bases of the satiny cheeks of her ass.
The huge man lifted her. His fingers dug in and made her grunt. Her body slithered up his. Her breasts caught on his chest and were thus tugged downward as she rose, her breasts forced to drag upward through the mat of hair that darkened his chest. One side at a time, he flipped his hands forward along her thighs until he had her legs up. She was seated in the air, with her thighs cradled in his hands. Instinctively, she gripped his great body's barrel with her legs.
He smiled. "That's good. That's the way. Now in it goes, cock into cunt�_"I'm coming in you so deep this time your snatch will rip!"
He raised her more, then lowered her a bit. She felt the heavy, broad helmetlike head of his ponderous prick nudge her outer cunt lips. They parted slightly.
"Reach down and guide it in!"
"It�_"it's in," she said tremulously.
He grinned, nodded�_"and let her drop, several inches.
"Uh," she gasped. "Guhhh-UMM!!"
Her cunt ran straight down his cock.
The inflexible ramming horn filled her up. It stretched out her hair-rimmed slit and the inner furrow of her belly until she was spread ah around cock, filled with cock and felt internally strained with huge cock.
"Have�_"have I... got it... all?"
He smiled�_"and shook his head. He lowered her still another inch. The weight of her body forced over two more centimeters of thick dick up her vagina. With a groan she clutched him with tensing calves and gripping fingers that were locked behind his big bull neck.
He bounced her easily in his hands, jiggling her up and down on his columnar cock and she screamed.
Then he fell forward with her onto the bed and she screamed again.
The slick head of his unyielding bone imbedded itself still deeper in her with a ramming cramming lunge. Cock-head -snuggled itself against the spongy tip of her uterus and still he strained to push ever deeper into the liquid satin of her pussy. His great heavy body squashed her into the bed.
She felt the tremendous pressure deep inside her�_"firm, fat cockhead trying to force itself up her uterine tunnel!
It was impossible. It hurt. She had too much cock in her.
Pain welled... and with it the newly familiar rising sensation of excitement and exhilaration. She groaned. It was pain and she both needed and feared it, wanted and hated it. For it was beyond her control, out of herself, a shameful thing that until now had been only the stuff of fantasy.
The big man slid his prick halfway out and rammed it back. He drew it partway out and rammed it back. Then again and again. Her vagina flared into an inferno of pain and rapture. Painrapture. Rapturepain. She groaned and squirmed beneath him. She moaned, thrashing her body sinuously under his, pushing strongly up at him while she whipped herself from side to side. He gave her more freedom of motion by propping himself on his elbows, because he liked her movements. His toes pushed against the floor.
Her naked ass hissed over the sheet it rumpled. The raw, smooth flesh of her cunt clamped and pulled like a heartbeat around his thick hot meat Then he robbed her of movement again by bracketing her tightly with his meaty arms while he reached down to grasp her buttocks. He tugged her upward and again his glands banged her cervix. She grunted and flailed her head on the bed.
Her eyes bulged and she gasped aloud when he forced a finger up her asshole without any sort of preamble or warning.
Again, it hurt. Desperately her long tight anal channel flowered around the intruder to accept it without pain. She succeeded. Her ass took his thick finger just as her pussy accepted his thick cock, willingly and lovingly. Damn my body, she thought, even as she accepted the dual probing with sighs of joy and pure ecstasy.
The captive felt herself rushing up toward the soaring heights of rapture and knew she was being aided toward it by his roughness with her�_"the sensation of rape in the way he had entered her, both fore and aft.
She hunched, deeply fucking herself and loving every moment of it.
His cock poled in and out of her cunt. His finger slithered in and out of her asshole and rubbed its lining walls against his plunging prick. The grunting giant thrust into both receptive channels as deeply as he could. His body smacked hers. Their stomachs slapped and ground together, sliding slickly in their own sweat. He ground his chest down onto the twin pillows of hers, crushing the perky nipples that poked fierily up into him.
She was making a steady "Uh�_"uh�_"uh" sound, almost making it�_"when he came. What seemed a gallon or gallons of hot juices splashed into her in jerking spurting ejaculations of his liquid seed. And he was done.
She flopped loosely beneath him, sobbing. She had not come. She wanted to, so badly! And she had been so close. It was just�_"it was just that he had thought only of himself, he had worked too hard and climaxed too fast. And... and perhaps... perhaps he had not demeaned her quite enough, given her quite enough of the illusion of rape, hadn't given her quite enough... discomfort He propped himself above her and grinned, then made her jerk and gasp when he grabbed a softly bulging tit in each big strong hand.
"I didn't hurt you enough, did I?" he asked. She nearly sobbed aloud, realizing that this man who had kidnapped and mistreated and raped her�_"he knew more about her than her own husband! All these years of marriage... these years of waste!
"No�_"no," she moaned, averting her face.
He squeezed her breasts. "Tell me to, then."
She couldn't get the words out. She swallowed with a gulp and felt tears at the corners of her eyes. They stung. She tried again. "H-hur... hurt me... "
The grinning giant fingered and pawed and squeezed her nipples until they were enormous red extensions, puffy and fat and flushed with engorging blood. Then she lay still in fear and fascination and growing pain, while he wound a piece of thread around the very base of each nipple�_"and knotted it there, tugging and tugging.
"Ah�_"oh, oh, annnnghhhhh�_"ah, ah�_"Hurts!"
"Yes," he said, "that's what you asked for!"
He produced the rope with which they had tied her earlier and he rolled her over. Her pursed, violently swollen and now forcibly flattened nipples sent pain surging through her when they came into contact with the sheet. It felt like sandpaper. He tied her wrists behind her and passed the rope twice around her, making sure it cut into her belly before he knotted it again. It was so tight that it constricted her breathing and was a constant stricture around her small, almost flat stomach.
Again he rolled her over. She lay helplessly bound and with her thread-bound nipples limping up redly while he rose and gazed down at her. The naked woman shivered. He went to the door, glanced into the other room, stepped quickly in and returned. He had the whip.
He began whipping her.
Pain rose to assault her like heated needles and she moaned loudly. He continued lashing her, lashing, lashing and it rose and rose and rose inside her and Claudine came, under the viciously wielded whip. She began shrieking and he continued lashing her. Her belly knotted up and she screamed and the whip fell and she saw that he was grinning. The roaring rose in her head and the red mist obscured her vision. It went on and on. She saw Caballo jerk and look at the door into the other room. She heard voices, as if from far, far away and she saw Caballo's face and lips twisting as he cursed and railed at the other man. She saw him brandish the whip and squat and come up with his trousers. Again she heard the faraway, strangely echoic voices and she saw Caballo drop his pants and saw that now there was a knife in his hand and she knew what he had said he wanted to do, meant to do to her with that knife.
Dimly, redly, she saw Caballo start not toward her, but toward the door.
She heard a sound like a ruler slapped down hard on a tabletop.
Caballo stopped his forward movement with a jerk as if he'd been struck. He looked totally surprised; astonished. He started forward again. There were two more of the sharp, slapping-cracking noises. Caballo lurched, jerked, half-turned. The bound and pain-dizzy woman saw the dark spots, one on his chest and two in his hairy belly. Bullet holes. Slowly, he fell. Knife and whip-handle clattered to the floor along with the heavy thumb ump of his inert body.
Then Edmunto was walking into the room with a pistol in his hand. He stood over Caballo, gazing down at him. He looked at Claudine. She stared back, petrified, unable even to speak. Her whipped breasts felt as if they had been stuffed with tinder and set alight, but the dizziness left her.
Edmunto bent. He straightened up with Caballo's knife and set a knee on the bed. Knife in hand, he bent over the helplessly bound woman. Speechless with fear, she watched the knife approach her flaming breasts. She felt its steely touch. It was cold, icy cold against flesh turned hot by a dozen and more lashes of a leather whip.
Carefully, Edmunto sliced through the thread knotted about her nipples�_"and slung the knife aside. It clattered to the floor. Claudine shivered. She was almost fainting in relief. Only the surging new pain, that of circulation returning to her scarlet nipples, kept her conscious.
"The big asshole wanted to kill yon, Princess," Edmunto said quietly. "Stupid, stupid!" He turned her over. "You are my ticket out of the country! Ah yes�_"he tied you well. I think we'll just leave your wrists this way."
He tugged at her, pulled her off the bed and onto her feet. Naked and bound. Just the slight drop of her bare breasts to their normal position when she stood was an agony. Her legs failed to do their job. They turned to jelly and Claudine fell heavily, her bound hands useless to break her fall. She hurt her elbow. Glancing over, she saw that she was about four feet away from Caballo's body.
"Looks like you bastards are doing a nice job of wiping each other out."
Both Claudine and Edmunto jerked their heads toward the door. The new voice belonged to George Buchanan. The rifle in his hands was pointed at Edmunto, but it appeared to be loosely held.
My God, O my God, Claudine thought, with such a rush of relief she thought she was going to faint. I'm safe�_"I'm rescued!
"I killed Herrera," Buchanan said with pride. "And came after you three rapists. But there's one dead outside the front door and there's another here�_"boy!" He shook his head.
Edmunto dropped to his knees as if in supplication�_"and fired. Buchanan's rifle roared, then roared again. He was staggering. His face wore the same idiotically surprised look Caballo's had, just before he collapsed.
From his knees, Edmunto squeezed another shot out of his wavering pistol. The rifle caranged again, terribly loud. Buchanan banged back against the doorjamb. His eyes stared�_"unseeingly. He slid down the wall. The rifle clattered loudly on the floor. His buttocks hit the floor and his head tilted loosely forward. He looked as if he was sitting there asleep. Except that his eyes were open.
Edmunto rolled over onto his side, kicked and lay still.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Claudine Brooks lay on the floor shivering, trying to remain conscious. Her wrists were very tightly bound and that hurt and the rope ran twice around her middle and that hurt even more.
Many minutes passed.
She tried to move. That hurt. She moaned. Her leg hurt, too�_"and she discovered that Edmunto's right leg lay across it. It was a dead weight. She shivered.
"Help." But her voice was so weak she barely heard it herself.
Help? Who'll help me? I've got to get up and get out of here! I'm tied and I'm naked, but I've got to get up and walk anyhow. I have to keep walking until I find someone. Or someone finds me.
She thought about that: someone finding her... naked, with whip-reddened, jiggling swinging naked tits and dirty blond hair stringing loosely over her- shoulders and Caballo's come oozing in a tickling little trickle out of her scarlet-lipped, much ravaged pussy. God, she thought, what a sight I am!
She sighed. Well, it might have been too much for her here a day or two ago�_"was that all? It seemed ten years! In that time she had learned and she knew she could handle it now, being seen so�_"disgusting. And if it's a man who finds me, maybe I'll just ask him how he'd like a nice blowjob or a good fuck!
That strange, unprincesslike thought touched off another realization in her�_"she was hot! "Good God," she muttered, glancing around the room. I'm hot! All this horror and death�_"and my body feels like a fire, banked with a few ashes but still smoldering and ready to whoosh up at a second's notice, at the slightest chance or opportunity!
Claudine giggled. There was a rising hysterical note in her voice. Then the giggle rose until it became a small cry. And then it died. Her eyes were huge. She stared fixedly at Caballo. He was moving. He was not dead. The great head rolled. His eyes fixed on hers.
She had never seen such eyes. They were full of venom, full of hatred. He hated her! He was in pain, his comrades were dead and he was surely dying�_"and he connected her with all of it. She was the cause of their dissension and their leader's downfall and their failure. Oh God! She saw him glance about, saw him spot the knife that Edmunto had tossed aside to the floor.
Claudine watched Caballo wince as he made the effort. She saw his fingers clutch, flex spasmodically and then close around the knife. She saw him squeeze it tightly in his hand, as if lovingly.
Then his eyes met her gaze again. Hate seemed to radiate from those staring dark eyes set in the massy face of a giant.
Obviously in pain and with much effort, an inch at a time, he began dragging himself and the terrible knife across the floor toward the bound woman. The knife scraped menacingly over the planking as he dragged himself to her. His eyes left her face only to gloat over her naked breasts.
Claudine Brooks lay bound and naked and watched in utter helplessness as the hate-filled man came to kill her.
She was powerless. She could not move her arms at all. She could not even yell. Her throat was clogged with terror.
He came closer and closer.
I'm going to die, she thought and the worst part of it, in her new awareness, was that she'd never be able to prove to David what a sexy woman she was.
Caballo inched closer. He was no more than a foot away. She stared at him as if hypnotized, like a rabbit fascinated by the glaring eyes and weaving head of a great snake�_"that would soon rend its quivering body.
"Slice... your slut's cunt... open!" Caballo gasped and came on...
Then David Brooks came through the doorway.
He took in the entire scene in one swift glance and he bent to pick up Edmunto's pistol. He didn't tell Caballo to stop; he fired the remaining slugs into the giant's back. The huge body jerked. His eyes bulged, then closed, then opened again�_"and rolled loosely. When he sagged this time, there was no doubt that the last of her kidnapers was dead.
Claudine had begun sobbing even as David came over and kissed her. He worked fruitlessly at the ropes that hound her wrists together behind her back.
"Oh�_"David, David, oh darling," she kept saying, while he cursed, then forced the knife out of Caballo's massive hand and used it to cut the ropes off her wrists. Then David remembered to ask his wife if she were all right.
"Yes yes, oh yes darling, I'm all right now," she said, shivering as she rose and plastered her naked body against him.
His safari shirt and belt buckle and whipcord pants seemed like silk against her skin. She held him very tightly. When he at last loosened her grip enough to turn up her face and kiss her, she surprised him by trying to run her tongue down his throat. It was a long kiss and both of them were panting when he broke it.
He gazed at her with a look of surprise and lack of understanding and she saw with delight, clear lust. She ran her hands down his back and onto his trousered buttocks. Nice small firm balls, male�_"her male.
"Let�_"let me check this bunch," he said tightly.
She stayed close to him, not looking at the bodies he examined, one by one.
He straightened slowly and slid an arm around her.
"Jesus," he whispered, "what carnage. They're all dead�_"Herrera and Estrelita and poor Morgana and Juan... and these three of Herrera's henchmen and poor George Buchanan." He shook his head. "He wouldn't wait," David murmured. "He just wouldn't wait. I started out the moment he hung up, but he was nearer."
She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but she did know what she wanted. What she needed. She held him tightly. "David."
"I've... brought your raincoat. Claudine. It's outside, in the car."
"David."
"Maybe we should call the police," he said thoughtfully. "But surely to God Martinez can understand why we wouldn't wait here for him and his men!"
"David."
His arm tightened around her supple, naked waist "Yes, yes baby, my poor baby."
A rush of warmth made her blink and Claudine shivered. She felt a tremor of rising passion she knew she would feel thousands, millions of times in the future. Baby! He hadn't called her that since a month after their marriage. She had let him know she didn't like it. It didn't fit her image. Now... now it sounded beautiful. Warm. It made her feel very female and very much his.
She had said his name three times and he was looking questioningly down at her. Now she had his full attention, she met his eyes. She spoke quietly. "Fuck me."
His eyes widened. Then he blinked in surprise. His hand tightened on her waist almost painfully and when it loosened she knew it was because he made a strong conscious effort.
"Jesus," he whispered. "Oh Jesus, baby�_"you're delirious. What have they done to you?"
"They used that whip to beat me and they tormented my br�_"my titties," she told him, cupping them, lifting them in a lovely obscene gesture so that the pale masses swelled teasingly at him. "And they raped me�_"they fucked me everywhere, all of them. And I thought about you. And I want to fuck�_"no! No, I want to be fucked."
He was trembling and she knew it was partially in lust. "Jesus, baby�_"this place is full of bodies!"
"Then get me the hell home and screw me blind and bowlegged�_"PLEASE!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was all bloody awful, David Brooks thought, ascending the stairs after the phone conversation with Washington. Poor George Buchanan was in the ground these five days and his wife and rape-victim daughter were alone... And Dolfo was going to be shot, not hanged, because his country considered him not only a murderer but a traitor and justice was swifter down here than up in the United States. Meanwhile the chief of the local Communist Party was dead and his underlings, all of whom had raped and murdered more than once or twice. Already Babaikov had told his Kremlin masters that they'd jolly well better leave off trying to promote the international revolution here in Espania!
David reached the top of the steps and walked along the hall toward the bedroom. The house was quiet. Sure, a new staff was in the process of being hired�_"meanwhile, the cooking and cleaning was being done here by a willing ex-princess...
The Princess, he mused. She wasn't that at all, but a cock-loving wench like poor Morgana. Claudine was alive; the "Princess" was as dead as Morgana. It had taken all this horror to make both her and David know each other and themselves. They had done a lot of talking in the week since he'd carried her out of that cabin of horror and brought her home�_"and it was he who had been�_"practically�_"raped!
The Princess, he thought as he opened the bedroom door, is dead.
Long live Claudine, cock-loving slut!
He entered the bedroom.
Naked but for high black hose, a woman lay on the bed with her white ass aimed at him. Nearly white�_"there were marks, from the whippings she had begged him to give her. Now she was reading, for what she told him was the third time, except this time with far more pleasure and understanding, Story of O. Someone had told David, scandalized, that there was now an illustrated volume available, in French and that it was horrible, evil, obscene. David had immediately found a way to order it, quietly and secretly...
David knew about Claudine's secret pornography stash, now. He had read one of the books last night and discovered that while reading wasn't necessary to turn him on�_" with the New Claudine around!�_"it was a marvelous source of sexual excitement that put him in the mood for sex and taught him more about his woman. Claudine seemed to stay in the mood for sex�_"and strove to keep him there with her.
She didn't look up when he came in, though he knew she heard him. He grinned. Good. He knew the game she wanted to play. He liked it, enacting the fantasies too many people kept secret. It was fun. Besides, he could remember all the bad times, the bad nights with her. Maybe gloating over the fact that he was "getting even" was unworthy. But it was part of it and got him just that much hornier. One thing he and Claudine had agreed upon, among many: anything that got them horny or hornier could not be unworthy!
"Hey Princess," he said, "turn over and greet your husband."
"Don't call me Princess!" she snapped pettishly, without looking up. She turned a page, reading about a female banker who yielded herself utterly to the man who resisted and then conquered her. Claudine's naked back was lovely; her naked butt was beautiful. Loose, her hair was a tenderilly cloud over her shoulders and upper back. She wore it so most of the time, now and would continue to do so.
Smiling, nodding, he went to the closet. He took off shirt, socks and shoes and took it out. Since there were no kidnapers alive to prosecute, Martinez had not needed evidence to produce in court. Martinez probably thought they were nuts, but he had acceded to David's request�_" which was Claudine's request�_"to let them have it, as a sort of souvenir.
How could the man possibly dream the truth: that David Brooks wanted Gaston's whip to use on his wife's Silky skin, because she wanted it?
"Ok, baby, close up that book and flop over. It's time for some fucking!"
David saw the shiver of joyous anticipation run through her, but she continued the game, giving her head a jerk. "I want to finish the book," she said, in the same pettish tone and stilt without looking around at him.
He continued the game. "Close that book and get your leaden ass off the bed and onto the floor, bitch!" he snarled and he brought the leather strap rushing down to bite across the cream-white globes of her naked rump.
The whip struck with a loud crack and Claudine shrieked and lurched violently. She threw her head back; the book closed itself, sliding across the bed. But�_"the new Claudine bowed her shoulders and tucked her hands beneath her, leaving her naked ass upturned and unprotected, which let him know she'd like another.
He gave her two more that made her groan and shiver and writhe her naked ass-hills.
He remembered their first night back, after she had made him ball her hard and fast, then gone in and showered to return to him. He was by the bed and she had sat on its edge and seized his bare hips. She had promised to see Doctor Muniz in the morning, but had assured him she was fine. Then... "I need more fucking from you, darling," she'd gasped out hoarsely. She pulled his hips closer. "I need this thing in me�_"be still and enjoy, while I suck it up for you."
It had been fantastic and their balling had been both passionate and beautiful. He'd been weary in the morning, having been sucked twice and fucked three times.
Now, after striping her naked butt three times because she wanted it and had made it clear by words and actions, he barked orders at her as if she were the brand-new girl in the harem.
"Off the bed and on your knees, bitch. Get my pants down and get some head around my cock, or�_"" Moments later she had plucked open his pants, dropped them, lifted his feet out of them one by one and shoved her face into his crotch.
He groaned and flipped her bottom lightly with the whip. She sucked hard. Another inch of cock, already near to full erection, slid into her face. Almost instantly it jumped up to quivering hardness. The kneeling woman sent blazes of lust into his passion-fire mind by sliding her wide-forced lips up and down his hard-on's swollen, slick length while moving her quivery tongue all around the hot shaft that filled her face.
Her moist loving mouth clung to his prick, tongued it, sucked it. Her face bombarded his senses with a thorough cocksucking that brought a flood of warm sensation flowing all through his guts. Bobbing her head in rhythm with her steady suctioning of his big bone and her kneading of his balls, she worked hard to suck him off.
He began helping her, sawing in and out of her face, shoving cock in and out of the tight orifice formed by her straining, widestretched lips.
He fucked her face. "Pinch your nipples," he bade her, teasing the sweet pink crack between her buttocks with the whip. The full cheeks were widespread as she knelt before him, sitting on her calves and heels, so that he looked down and down her back at the big white heart shape of her naked ass.
With a little humming groan, she put both hands to her nipples. She began tugging and twisting and pinching, without letting up her feeding on his cock, like a possessed succubus.
"I'd love to spurt off and give you a good drink of pure protein," he told her, stroking her soft blond hair, "but I think I'd rather jam it up your pretty pink pussy from behind with you kneeling on the edge of the bed. That way I can reach around and try to drag milk out of those sexy tits!"
A wild tremor of sensual excitement rushed through her and her fingers clamped down on her nipples. She sucked hard at his cock, tugging a bit more into the wet heat of her mouth. But�_"she rolled her eyes up to his face and looked questioningly at him, waiting. The new rules of their sexual relationship demanded that she stay where she was until he told her to assume the position he had described, not just mentioned it.
"All right," he said, giving her asscheek a little snap before dropping the whip, "that's enough. Get up and turn around�_"onto the bed on your knees, you cockloving slut!"
She gave him a last hard suck, pressed his balls lovingly and released her oral grip on his prick. Then she rose, squeezed him and was starting to turn when he tipped up her chin with his hand and kissed her. His mouth forced hers open; she pretended reluctance. He kissed her cocksucking mouth, licked her cocklicking tongue, tasted her cockwetting saliva. She returned his kiss fiercely and squeezed him ferociously.
He let go. She spun around. She knelt on the edge of the bed, then moved a little forward until only her feet and the lower portion of her calves extended out past the bed. She dropped forward onto her palms.
He smiled, the shining glisten showing him that she had greased her own anus before he came up and into the bedroom, just in case he wanted her there.
The snug crease between her streaked buttocks ran down to vanish into the swelling shape of her plump, rounded mount, lightly and blondly furred, deeply split by her sexual slash and prettily decorated with the puffy, distended flesh of her shining love lips.
Clamping his hands to the soft flare of her hips, he shoved his cock into her easily available sex split and started hunching. The kneeling blonde moaned and braced herself, staggering on her knees before the force of his hard drives into her already-flowing cunt Hot pussy closed around his cock and hugged it.
He smacked her twinned balls of ass-flesh, piledriving his rutting prick into her glorious cuntal cleft with every ounce of his strength. She grunted and groaned. Her tits jumped wildly up and down and swung to and fro. There were meaty, sweaty noises as they slapped each other in their restless dance beneath her bowed body.
She shivered and wriggled in a delirium of delight plowed from behind like an animal. He pulled apart the silky-smooth ovals of her butt and fucked strongly into the hole beneath them. An almost savage fury of wanton delight seized her and she strained backwards with her ass, working the cheeks against his hairy, sweaty groin.
"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck me, darling, use me�_"use me up!"
"I'll never use you up, Claudine. But I'll use and use these hungry holes in your body" and if that's not enough, I'll arrange to get you fucked and used by a few sturdy studs... "
She shivered. Her cunt swallowed his cock and squeezed it all along its long thick stem. Groaning and hunching in surging desire, shaking her hips to spiral her eager pussy around on the torrid length of his rugged flesh, she fucked herself.
"What... whatever you say, dar-linggg... "
Happy in their newfound sexuality, in their new happiness together, he smiled at her words. It might be fun to tell her to seduce the new staff... while he watched... He was moving with no less savage urgency than she, now. He belted it to her with great pistoning strokes that jarred her entire kneeling body.
Happy with himself and with this woman and their new life together and all the places it might lead them, he shoved and skewered. He felt his lust rising and rising as he slammed into Claudine. He was coming, coming...
