"Sorry I have to go now," apologized Ed as he released his tight grip around her shoulders. "Gotta get back with that plane or Mike'll have my ass, if you know what I mean."
"'Fraid so," was Ann's only answer. He had been her hope, her savior in this foreign world of crazy drunken people who now were clawing and tearing away at each other's clothing like fighting alley cats. "Let me go with you!" she clung onto his sinewy arm. "Please take me back to California." Ann pleaded.
"Sorry, but I have to pick some people up in Chula Vista on the way back. Boss would never allow it." He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. "You can walk me to the plane, though, if you wish. We can drive as far as the field." He took her hand and, calling for one of Pedro's chauffeurs, they escaped the heat of the orgy that was imminently approaching.
"Boss won't like you leaving without his permission, Ann." He looked down at her, a true expression of concern covering his blonde Nordic face.
But Ann didn't care. She'd seen enough. Teaching little kids to make love right in front of a crowd of people. "I don't care!" she blurted out. "He's sick!"
With the mirror angled directly on Ann's heavy breasts, the Mexican chauffeur drove them to the air strip where, kissing her goodbye, Ed promised to come visit her bungalow in the mountains of Mill Valley.
The crisp night air felt good on Ann's sweaty forehead and reluctantly, she got back into the car. There was silence until the black limousine stopped short of the mansion, veering off to the left near a cluster of ramshackle buildings, colorless even in the moonlight. Great holes like gouged out eyes dotted the shells of crumbling buildings, and Ann shuddered with revulsion at the sight of caverns she guessed to be the servants' quarters.
"What are you doing? I'm going back to the mansion, please." But the driver paid no heed to her protests and, slowing in front of the battered shell of a house, he got out of the car and opened the back door.
"Get out of dee car, ladee," he grinned, his white teeth glistening in the moonlight. Then he grabbed her by the arm and, pinning her slender arm backwards, slammed her against the car. Against her throat, Ann could feel the cold steel of his knife. An eerie creak of the trunk lid told her they were not alone. Out of her peripheral vision Ann saw another Mexican and gasped as she recognized the swarthy handsome face of Pedro's servant. Caesar, his dark eyes shimmering in the reflection of the moonlight.
The men exchanged a few sentences in Spanish and dragged her, one on each arm, into the dilapidated shack. Caesar threw her down on a double mattress on the floor of the earthy smelling shack. She struggled in trying to rise to her feet and heard a ripping sound as she felt a tug at her dress. Caesar lit a candle, immediately followed by a scurrying sound. Ann gasped loudly.
"Don't geet excited ladee. Eet's only rats!"
"Rats?" screamed Ann.
"What's dee matter? You reech Americanos never seen dee rats we must leev with?"
Ann's eyes widened as she scanned the floor for any sign of the hateful rodents, but all she saw was a dirt floor covered with old clothes and empty liquor bottles. She quivered and fell back on the mattress, a faint shadow cast on the far wall of the shack reflecting the profile of her two captors. She rested her trembling arm on the bare mattress that served as the sole furnishings of the servant's house. Her arms speckled with goose bumps as she felt the layer of dirt coating the bare striped mattress. For a brief second she felt sorry for their miserable living condition. How horrible to be forced to serve demanding wealthy people while living in such inhuman squalor. The remembrances of the small Mexican peasant who'd been molested by that wench on stage just a short while ago added to the fuel of her compassion, but only for a brief moment.
"Eeekkk!" She was on her feet again.
"Don't you worreee, laddee, eet's only my hand." The two Mexicans chortled loudly.
"What… what do you want with me? Ann brushed her long blonde hair back from her face to get a better look at the Mexican who was now setting the knife down among the debris of broken liquor bottles.
"We like your preetee hair, mees." The chauffeur named Enrico stroked her baby soft hair. "You are such a preetee Americana!"
Ann's blood turned to ice. She closed her eyes tightly hoping against hope that she was asleep and this was all a dream, a devilish nightmare. Enrico's hands were on her breasts now, following the broad outline of their fullness. "You have such preetee breasts, senorita." She opened her eyes just wide enough to focus on the broadly grinning face of her captor, his dark oily hair creating a shadow over his sparkling eyes.
"We want you, mees. Wee want to fuck you."
"No, no." Ann recoiled down on the mattress, accidentally falling on the rusty spring that stuck out visibly from the tatters that once served as a resting place.
"Take,off your clothes, mees. We want to look at your preetee bodee."
It was an order, there could be no disobedience. She fumbled, silent, unable to speak for the humiliation she felt. She wanted to scream for help, but realized it was useless. The men's eyes burned huge holes in her breasts and pelvic area. When she hesitated – hoping they might change their minds – Enrico picked up the knife and held it threateningly fn front of her, its blade reflecting lightning flashes in the dim candlelight. Ann swallowed hard, but felt a foreign sensation in her throat, blocking her saliva. Probably my heart, she thought, taking a deep breath to calm her shattered nerves.
The sound of a clanging bell sent Caesar out of his position in the corner where he sat gulping down huge mouthfuls of liquor stolen from his master's house. He arose slowly, swearing in Spanish and, exchanging a few words with Enrico, ran out the door. The knife waved before her throat again, and she obediently pulled her dress over her head. She had dressed to please Mike and wore nothing but panties and a garter belt underneath her clinging dress. Then, eyes closed and unable to look at him, she slowly unfastened her stockings and slipped them over her slimly tapered ankles.
"Beauteeful, beauteeful," the Mexican panted, unbuttoning his white shirt, revealing his dark hair-covered chest. She knew what was coming next and she lay there on the mattress, her eyes closed in abject horror at the reality that unraveled before her. In a strange country, in a strange shack, with a very strange man. It was a repeat, she told herself, of that first. evening with Mike. Only this was more real somehow; poverty is always real. She closed her eyelids so tightly that stars flickered before the darkness of her fear. Tears welled up in her eyes. She had come to Mexico in hopes of saving her husband and herself, and she was about to be fucked half to death by an illiterate servant who could hold her captive for as long as he wished. Days, weeks, years!
Ann shivered at the feeling of the dirty mattress, barren and caked with dust. How many other women had they raped on this mattress? Where were those females now, if they were still alive? She'd heard about such things happening in Mexico, but never had she dreamed it would be happening to her.
She was aware that her legs were being spread apart. She flinched, in spite of herself, when his finger parted the softness of her pubic hair and touched her vaginal lips. She felt nothing. Only a deadness down there as he began his perverted licking.
The numbness lasted until he reached the clitoris; he put his thick soft lips on it and began sucking as though it were a very small penis. Ann's body stiffened as she felt the unwelcome sensations return down there. Next she felt his tongue curl hotly up into her cunt; it was like an electric cattle prodder placed in there. She jumped, trying to pull herself away from him. Then the slow, rhythmic, tantalizing licking began again. She flexed the muscles along her inner thighs attempting to make the unwanted feeling of pleasure go away but it only added to her enjoyment. With the tensing of her thighs, Enrico went back to lick again at the tiny, suddenly pulsating, clitoris.
"What preetee woman you are."
Now Ann began to moan and sob as she realized what these sensations, these familiar old sensations implied. No, this couldn't be happening to her, a happily married woman. The nerve endings down there were betraying her – again! She could understand how she'd tolerated the ravishment of Mike's men, but this, this peasant down between her legs was a different matter altogether.
But in spite of her revulsion at the act, her abdomen rose and fell with increasing rapidity as the peasant servant bean taking long licking strokes with his tongue and using his nose to buffet the clitoris while his mustache was scraping against her tightly clenched cunt. She knew she was beginning to secrete lubricants, but it wasn't until she discovered her pelvis was beginning to grind lewdly up into his knowingly smiling face that she realized she had lost. Her shamelessly aroused body was moving independently now. His hungry mouth enclosed the entire vaginal labia area and he began sucking voraciously at it. The exquisite sensations shot across her loins into the nerve endings at the mouth of her womb. His drooling mouth kept the lips tightly clamped, his tongue pressured its way through the compressed vaginal lip, and Ann almost lost her mind attempting to control her reactions.
Finally – and she knew it the second that it happened – she reached the point of no return. She was going to have a climax! She fought it, screamed against it in her mind, but muscles and nerves all rebelled against the discipline – seeking instead the sweet release. Then her pelvis was jerking and her hands, locked behind his head, were trying to pull the peasant's face all the way up into her hotly tingling pussy, and a voice she couldn't control screamed, "I'm cummmmmmmmingl Oh God! lick faster, harder!"
She was almost unconscious from the combination of shame and satiation when Enrico raised her knees to her chest. Abruptly she felt his naked cock pressing against her openly spread cunt.
She attempted to scissor her legs, but the movement caused him to slip forward and his long hard cock slid effortlessly into the mouth of her cunt. "Gaaagh," she screamed. God, it was even bigger than the big negro's that had fucked her the other day! It was a hot, fleshy telephone pole plunged into her.
"You like that, mees?" He moved it out a bit; the withdrawal motion was agonizing. "Oooooohh, God! No, please. You're hurting me. Please, I'll do anything… but." A sudden jab was the only answer to her pitiful plea. She was suddenly screaming at the top of her voice as he began rapidly fucking into her; she jerked her eyes open to see the Mexican's amused sadistic grin above her. He was fucking her brains out and enjoying every second of it.
Her vagina felt as though it had been stretched by three cocks at once and was ready to burst. His cock lay throbbing, sunk deep into her belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't a single fleshy ridge of his prick that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft inner walls of her cunt.
Enrico grinned down at her. He flexed his cock inside her belly and she felt it jerk up and against the cervix. "Aaaaaggghh," she groaned, and her face was visibly twisted in pain.
"Oooohhh…" She kept her stomach muscles as tight as possible, hoping she would create an intolerable pressure for him down there.
Slowly, Enrico pulled his hardened penis from her tight vaginal sheath until it was about half out, then slowly – oh, so very slowly, fucked it in again. He did this for about five minutes.
"Oooohhhh, please… you're too big for me…" trying to win some mercy from her captor, fully conscious that she was screaming a lie. Oh, it was tight. Very tight, and she was being stretched like she'd never been before; but the slow, salacious movements were not painful!
Enrico continued to move his cock back and forth slowly. Ann could hear her vagina making a wet, lewd sucking noise as it slipped moistly in and out of her fully opened vagina and that too suddenly began to add to the forbidden excitement she felt coursing through her betraying body.
"You reech Americanas, you must beg me to fuck you, mees," Enrico snarled between clenched teeth. Looking up, Ann could see the beads of prespiration dotting his oily dark forehead.
"Ooooh no! Please no." That would be the final straw – it was too familiar, the repetition from her sordid past. She had maintained a tiny shred of pride because she knew she was being raped, dragged off to this rotten smelling hole by two Mexican peasants.
Ann clenched her teeth shut when she felt the pleasant warmth, a pleasant pressure. When his penis twitched again she felt her own inner cunt muscles involuntarily responding, sucking inward, bringing a smile to his dark face.
She fought with every bit of willpower she had to keep from doing that again. In her struggles she hadn't been conscious of doing that the first time; she wasn't sure how it happened against her will… please, please, just don't let it happen again. But it did happen and there was a minor groan from him. It happened again… and again… and again until it seemed almost as if she had an electric milking machine down there between her legs.
"You feel so good, mees," Enrico's greasy voice whispered in her ear. The ladee beg me, thought the Mexican servant, so I'll jes' see how much of theese she can take.
Enrico was making a slow rocking motion between her thighs. She could feel the narrow passageway to her hotly grinding belly being widened with each short stroke. The friction had caused her vagina to run – within seconds – the entire spectrum from cold agony to hot willing anticipation. The hot passion outside was being rubbed and pushed inside; she could feel it creeping relentlessly along the vaginal walls to the tip of her uterus. She fought that too. She fought her breathing, which was becoming more shallow, more rapid. The perspiration popped out on her forehead as she fought a desperate losing battle with her pelvis after discovering it shamelessly rising to meet the downward thrust of his cock; she forced her pelvis back on the mattress. A second later, though, it had begun moving slowly upward again.
"Oooooooh," moaned Ann. And then, as suddenly as it began, the battle was over. Ann's body was asserting its independence from her wishes, her ethics, her morals and her husband. The lewd flames of lust coursed salaciously through her veins, and her heart sped up its action in an effort to get the hot desire-contaminated blood into every part of her body. Her pelvis was the first to unleash itself. After a long struggle, it began moving up and down of its own volition on the golden rod of hardness – the two things moving in harmony and growing excitement. Her inner muscles went next; twitching against, massaging, and milking the cock for its entire length. One section of muscle squeezed so tightly on Enrico's prick that he groaned uncomfortably. "Mees, you sure do know how to fuck."
It was all getting away from her. Ann could mentally stand off and watch her body – it was watching the actions of a lust-crazed prostitute beneath a strange Mexican's pounding weight. Her face was beginning to twist in an expression of unbridled desire. Her body writhed beneath him, and she made low hums of passionate encouragement with each new thrust of his prick. Her breath now was coming in puppy-like pants. Her legs on either side of his driving hips were moving in tiny lewd circles as though she were using a hula hoop. Now there was nothing but a delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was bringing her rapidly to a peak of glory she had never consciously known existed. She was Gumming again.
"Oooooh, I'm… I'm cumming!" She wanted it, so bad…
Then, Enrico stopped.
Unbelievingly she looked up at his darkly smiling face, his oily skin glistening in the candlelight. "You Americanas sure like to fuck, eh?"
She stared at him, burning hatred in her.
Suddenly, she felt a strange finger rubbing from her vagina to her anus!
She caught her breath and twisted around, then moaned in shock when she saw Caesar beside the mattress. He was completely naked; his long thick cock was at full erection.
"Hello, ladee," Caesar said and pressured his wet finger into her tightly puckered little rectal mouth.
"Oh, no… please no," Ann panted. "You can't…" She jerked and tried to rise.
"Hold her, Enrico," Caesar ordered, and Ann felt Enrico's arms lock again like a vise around her waist. She groaned again, this time from the pressure, as the finger moved all the way in to its knuckle. She groaned as he began fucking it back and forth. Ann attempted to get away from it by pressing down; this only skewered her cunt more deeply on Enrico's cock fucking up into her from below.
She could feel the prick flexing inside of her. She tensed her buttocks tight in an effort to escape the finger; the action did nothing to halt Caesar's intrusion, but Enrico moaned in delight on top of her.
Caesar was kneading the left cheek of her ass with his hand. He kissed the sensitive little spot just below the base of her spine and bit her buttocks teasingly. And all the time his finger fucked rhythmically at the straining depths of her tightly clenched rectum.
"Please… no," Ann had begun, but then said, "gaaaggghhh" as a second finger joined the first.
"Hurree, Caesar," Enrico commented. "This Americana ladee is fucking meee to death."
The pressure in her anus and rectum was intense. Ann splayed her legs to avoid the momentary pain, but this only brought a third finger into play – all of them now making ever widening circles as her asshole was expanded even wider.
Satisfied finally, Caesar climbed atop the bed. He peeled open her soft, yielding buttocks with his thumbs and then leaned forward to drop a large drop of saliva which drooled down the smooth white crevice to her anus.
He shuffled up between her and Enrico's legs. He clamped his hands on her hips. Then he pressed forward with his cock. Ann fought it once again, but was held immovable by Enrico's arm and Caesar's grip. The head of Caesar's prick slipped easily into the already widely stretched anal opening and he kept right on fucking it in until all of a sudden,;his balls slapped softly down against Enrico's below.
"Gaaggghhh!" she screamed. "You're killing me!"
Ann felt as though someone had shoved pillows filled with rocks into her abdomen. Her asshole was filled, her cunt was filled. There was only a thin membrane separating the two pricks, and they rubbed and bumped against each other like hungry sharks in an aquarium.
It was not long before the two dark Mexican men began fucking her between them-like a rag doll thrown in a game of catch. She had never felt so helpless and naked before in her life. Even those wildly arousing experiences with the negro and oriental were nothing compared to this. This was the end.
Caesar began driving in and out of her rectum with maniacal fury; Enrico was obviously close to cumming. Ann could feel the discomfort being replaced by a kind of masochistic pleasure. Unable to escape… unable to prevent it… her body had no recourse but to accept.
And once again she lost control of her bodyl She could feel her orgasm coming back again… it seemed to hover like a bird of prey looking for a place to land.
Then with frightening suddenness, she was there! It was she, who in her sudden desperate hunger, took control away from the two men and she began frantically bucking between them, urging them on to harder and deeper thrusts. She reared her hotly grinding cheeks high in the air to get the full length of Caesar's cock in her ass, then ground heavily backward and down skewering herself harder still down on Enrico's wildly pistoning cock in her hungrily devouring cunt.
"Fuck me," she screamed. "Fuck me harder… oh God!… harder!" And it was her soprano scream that started the sweet upheaval first in her cunt, then seconds later in her rectum, and then in her clitoris. She came in all three places and she continued to cum as long as the men would have her; until they fell from her in satiated fatigue.
"What a fuck you are, mees," purred Enrico. Caesar lay silently staring into the shadows of her face.