The Slave Trader's Slave
by Humberto Ortega


CHAPTER ONE 

The room was blacker than the bottom pit of hell, and Nella lay there in the 
stifling heat. This was incredible. Considering it was the middle of 
September, and the weather was supposedly cooling off a bit, Nella Lang knew 
she should be neither hot, nor stifling, barely able to breathe. Where was 
she, anyway? 

The last thing Nella remembered was accepting a drink from the host at a 
party she had gone to in Southampton, one Ike Walsh. She had gone to the 
party with a whole group of friends. During the party the host had 
questioned her about herself, and she had told him what really wasn't too 
much of a secret. She was living under a guardian's care, a guardian who 
really didn't care that much, since he received his monthly stipend no 
matter what kind of care he took of the eighteen-year-old girl. He would be 
her guardian for another three years, and Nella didn't mind since the man 
didn't try inhibiting her in any way. Sometimes she would be out of the 
house for a month or more at a time, and the man never bothered looking for 
her, never caring one way or the other. Never having grown up with loving 
parents, Nella, unconsciously seeking love, had been dating a steady stream 
of boys ever since she had been fifteen. 

The trouble with the boys dating Nella was, they weren't interested in 
offering love. Rather, they preferred to offer sex, and Nella, who had 
recalled an incident of the older sister of a girl-friend almost bleeding to 
death because of being deflowered, wanted nothing whatsoever to do with sex. 
So the boys stopped seeing Nella after awhile, but more boys were always 
there to take their places. 

After all, Nella was five feet-three inches in height, with corn-gold hair 
that came down past her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes, a short, 
crinkly nose, and a full pair of lips that looked just right for kissing, 
and in the mind of many a man it was the idea of her kissing something other 
than his lips. Nella was a slender girl, with a thirty-six-inch bust, C 
cups, and a narrow twenty-two inch waist that made her flaring 
thirty-five-inch hips look delightful. She looked as if she had been poured 
into the tight, silver cocktail sheath she had been wearing at the 
Southampton party, and in the beginning she learned that just about all the 
girls there had one thing in common and one thing only, and that was, they 
were all orphans. Many of the girls were runaways from step-parents who 
didn't really care, and others were poor working girls who had to fend for 
themselves. Aside from being orphans, they all had one other thing in 
common, and that was, they were all beautiful and well-built. 

But after sipping from the drink Ike Walsh had handed Nella, the blonde girl 
had suddenly gotten very dizzy, and now she had no idea where she was, 
except that it was dark and stifling, and she was naked. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

A door clanged open, and light streamed in from the hallway. It was dim 
light, thank heaven, and it didn't sting her eyes. Nella looked around and 
saw she wasn't alone. There were five other girls in the stone room, all 
lying on straw covered pallets, all still fast asleep. Apparently she had 
ingested considerably less of the drug that had knocked them out. By now, 
she realized her drink had been drugged. She'd only sipped at it twice, but 
those two sips seemed to have done a whale of a job. She wondered how much 
more the other girls had taken. 

Like herself, the other girls were all naked. Like herself, they were filmed 
with sweat. 

"Come!" the man standing in the doorway said to her. 

"Where?" she asked, unable to make him out because his back was to the 
light, and to look at him meant looking into the light. 

"Don't ask questions," he snapped, and she realized he was speaking with 
some kind of accent. 

Something leaped out of the darkness at her, and she felt a sting on her 
right buttock as leather curled around her for an instant, and was then 
pulled away. 

"When I give you an order, you obey," he insisted. "Come!" 

He was insane. He had used a whip on her. How dare he? What was the matter 
with him? 

But she didn't dare argue. As it was a red stripe was forming where the lash 
had struck. The skin wasn't broken. Apparently he knew how to use that lash. 

The stone floor was wet and slimy as she walked out of what was obviously a 
dungeon. She was in front of the man, so didn't see him as he guided her up 
the stairs ahead of them, and then into a large room. The room had a 
multitude of beds in it, all unoccupied for the moment, but it was obvious 
other women had, at one time or another, occupied those beds. On the tables 
near the beds were old hairpins, cosmetics kits, shampoos, and clean towels. 

"The bathroom is over there," the man behind her told her. "Take a towel, go 
in there, do what you must, including a long, hot bath. Then go out the door 
on the other side." 

The beds in the room were in rows, like in an army barracks, and the tables 
were beside each bed. Nella walked to one of the tables, took a folded 
towel, then walked into what was a large, latrine-like bathroom. Everything, 
the toilets, the showers, the bidets, everything was out in the open. 

It had that bathroom smell to it, which made her nose twitch. Nella wondered 
where she was. How was it possible for any place on Long Island to have such 
an appearance? 

She made use of the bathroom's facilities, including the deep tub at the far 
end of the bathroom, where she found all kinds of liquid soaps so she was 
able to wash herself clean. The soaps smelled like different fragrances, and 
she also saw different packages of douche, as well. Douche was something she 
had never used. She was a virgin and had no intention of allowing her 
maidenhead to be pierced by some artificial piece of plastic, even if it was 
a tube designed to pour vaginal cleaner into her. 

After her bath, she took time to brush her hair before a mirror, realizing 
she didn't look all that bad, now. In fact, she looked quite good. She 
wished there were something for her to wrap herself in, but there wasn't 
even a towel with which to dry herself. She had to settle for a warm air 
dryer blowing all over her body. 

The door at the other end was unlocked, and, taking a deep breath, Nella 
opened it and entered the room. It was a large, ornate bedroom. The place 
looked like something out of medieval Spain with a four-poster bed, fancy 
curtains around the bed, ornate Spanish-provincial furniture, including a 
dresser, armoire, and two night tables, as well as a desk in the far corner. 
At the far end of the room were French doors that opened onto some kind of 
balcony, though the balcony was only three feet off the ground. She noticed 
the land outside was all earthen. There was no cement. 

She was standing at the windows looking out, when a sound made her turn 
around. It was the man with the whip. The light in this room all came 
through the large French doors, and she was able to see him quite clearly, 
now. 

"Who are you?" she gasped. "What is this all about?" 

He was about five-feet nine or ten in height, with curly black hair, black 
swarthy skin, deep, brooding brown eyes, a thin nose, and very even white 
teeth when he smiled at her. He was built slenderly, solidly, with strong 
arms and thighs, clearly visible because he was wearing a short-sleeved 
white shirt and black shorts. 

"Senorita," he smiled, tossing the whip aside for the moment. "Allow me to 
introduce myself to you. I am your host for the next three weeks, Eduardo 
Blass." 

"Why am I naked like this? Where am I? Why have I been brought here?" 

"All answers in due time, senorita," he told her, smiling. "I hope the whip 
did not frighten you too much, but it is well for you to remember that I 
have it and will use it if you are disobedient." 

"Just what's this all about?" she gasped. 

"Be patient and I shall explain," he told her. "First, you are in Panama." 

"Panama!" she snorted. "You have to be kidding? How in heaven's name did I 
get to be in Panama?" 

"Come now, you were at a party in Southampton, with all the other young 
ladies downstairs," he said, smiling. "I am awakening you one at a time so 
that we may converse privately. You are the most beautiful one of the lot, 
and so you and I will talk, first. You are here quite simply because you are 
merchandise. You will eventually be sold to some wealthy person, probably in 
Argentina, perhaps in Brazil or Chile or Ecuador." 

"Sold!" she all but screamed. "But that's impossible. This is the end of the 
twentieth century, almost the twenty-first century. Things like that just 
aren't done anymore." 

"You are mistaken, senorita," he said, in a quiet, calm, even voice. "In 
your own country, thousands of girls run away from home every year. They are 
never seen again. It is safe to say at least half of them are picked up by 
organizations such as mine, where a beautiful Norteamericana can bring a 
fortune. Consider yourself very lucky. Had you been at some other party, you 
might be in Africa or Asia now. You will find Latin America much more to 
your liking. You see, there are many places in Latin America where women are 
scarce. Mining towns especially. The owners of these mines and the men who 
run them are willing to pay considerable sums of money for lovely young 
girls. If the girls are golden-haired, like yourself, they pay four times as 
much." 

"You must be insane," Nella gasped. 

"Insane? Hardly! Rich, yes! You see, chica, this was my father's business, 
and now it is my business." 

"What happens to all these women?" Nella wanted to know. 

"What happens to women? They mate with the men they're sold to, they give 
them many children, and they grow old and die where they are. That's what 
happens to them. This is what will happen to you. I happen to know of this 
extremely old man in Argentina who has been lusting after a good 
golden-haired wench for some time now. He will pay as much as fifty thousand 
dollars for one such as you, plus all the transportation costs. So you see, 
you will bring me a good profit, as will the five other women who are in the 
cell with you, below." 

"How many women do you sell a year?" she asked, horrified. 

"About four or five hundred," he shrugged. "I do not earn fifty thousand for 
each woman, but it is enough to say I make between one and two million 
tax-free American dollars every year. Here, in Panama, we use American 
dollars." 

"What kind of man are you that you would trade in human lives?" she asked, 
suddenly very angry. 

"I am a very pragmatic man," he replied. "Had I left you alone, what would 
you have done? You would have been some kind of female wastrel, possibly 
marrying and divorcing two or three, or even more men. You would never have 
had children, and instead of learning to make one man happy, you would have 
made many men miserable. You are a parasite, senorita, you serve no useful 
purpose. Now you will serve a number of useful purposes. First, you will 
enhance my own bank account. Second, you will make a pleasant bed companion 
for some man hidden away in the wilds of what you call South America, and 
third, you will make babies, lots of babies, and learn to be a good mother 
to all of them. So you see, you will learn, even if by force, to make one 
man happy, and care for his children." 

"There's only one thing wrong with all your figuring," she told him. "Even 
if I were willing to go along with what you propose, I don't know the first 
thing about making a man happy. I'm a virgin." 

"Ah, senorita, what kind of man do you think I am?" Eduardo asked. "Did you 
think for one minute I would send out merchandise that I was personally 
unable to guarantee? Believe me, when the time comes for you to leave here, 
you will not only be willing to do all the things I have described, but you 
will be extremely capable." 

"I'd rather die than do these things for any man," Nella insisted. 

"Die?" he asked. "No, senorita, you will not die." 

"Then you'll use the whip on me? It'll take more than three weeks for any 
broken whip marks to completely heal, and I'll look horrible," she told him. 
"Your man won't pay fifty thousand dollars for me in bad condition." 

"Senorita Nella, please understand, my brother and I, like my father, are 
expert in making women do what we want. Most women understand this right 
from the start. They find it to their advantage to obey." 

"I'm not a slave," Nella insisted. 

"Ah, but you are wrong, senorita, that is precisely what you are. You are a 
slave, not because you are useless, and not because of anyone hating you, as 
Joseph's brothers hated him. You are a slave because you are beautiful, and 
because no one will miss you." 

He was right, she realized. No one would miss her. 

"I see," was all she said. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Do you?" he asked. 

"Yes," she nodded. 

"Then you understand that you will do anything I say, or I will use certain 
methods to bring you around to my way of thinking." 

"What would you do?" she asked. 

"A few days without food, while smelling the savory sauces that will be 
cooked for those who are obedient can be most persuasive;" Eduardo smiled. 
"But why talk of unpleasant things. You'll do as you're told, little blonde 
one, won't you?" 

"Yes," she admitted in a low voice. 

"Bueno, I am glad. It would be a shame to have to make you suffer any kind 
of anguish. Soon it will be snack time, the end of siesta time. That is four 
o'clock here in El Valle. Supper time is usually around eight. I think that 
before we have our after-siesta snack, that you and I should remove the 
initial obstacle to your learning how to be a woman capable of pleasing a 
man." 

"What do you mean?" Nella asked. 

"I mean, I took the liberty of having you examined while you were asleep, 
which is why I was not surprised when you told me you were a virgin," he 
said. "That piece of membrane has to be removed, and there is only one right 
way to do it. If you would be so kind, senorita, you will please lie on the 
bed. You will find me an accomplished lover, and I assure you, you will 
enjoy it. I have yet to fail to please a woman, even an initially unwilling 
woman." 

"Please ... " she whimpered. 

"Oh, senorita, do not be afraid," he said, walking over and taking her arm, 
gently but firmly. "I promise you, paradise awaits." 

Terrified, frightened out of her wits, the poor blonde girl shuddered as she 
allowed herself to be led to the bed. Her naked body sprawled on the clean 
sheets, and that was when she became aware of the air-conditioning in the 
room, for it had made the sheets cool. 

"You are afraid," Eduardo, murmured, casually removing his clothing. "You 
have a right to be afraid. But I shall wipe that fear from you. I shall make 
of you a loving, responsive woman, and perhaps earn as much as sixty 
thousand dollars from the Argentinian, when the time comes. But in order for 
me to do so, you must learn to look at my nakedness with no apprehension, 
Senorita Nella." 

She quivered as he removed the last vestige of clothing. He had a hard, 
lean, slender body, firm and powerful, and at the fulcrum between his thighs 
dangled the cause of her fears. At the moment it was a quiescent, shrunken 
mass with a purple head. Behind it was a leathery scrotum, covered with a 
tangle of black hairs. 

When he lay down beside her, Nella was ready to jump off the bed. She panted 
heavily, more terrified than ever before, because this wasn't going to be 
light necking, where she would be able to stop the man from putting his 
hands on the firm, upstanding white breasts that even as she lay down rose 
from her body like sand dunes, each peaked with a delightful pink nipple, 
each nipple surrounded by a large pink circle. 

His hands ran lightly over her skin again and again, and each time he 
touched her she shook. But as time passed, the shivers decreased, and little 
by little she began slowly, ever-so-slowly relaxing. Soon her flesh felt 
bathed in a luxuriant warmth, for even as his lips kissed her throat and his 
hands caressed her arms and belly and legs, he never once touched an 
intimate area. After what seemed like forever, she relaxed. Against her will 
and better judgment, her body simply lost all its tension, and when the 
powerful, handsome Eduardo pressed his hot, hard masculine penis against 
Nella's thigh, though she initially jumped, she slowly but surely felt her 
body becoming accustomed to the hot pressure of it. It lay there, against 
the same part of her outer thigh, for the longest time, and as his hands 
continued caressing her flesh, lightly running over the hills of her pointed 
breasts for the first time, she became aware of something new and different 
beginning to build inside her. Arousal was there. Seething, overpowering, 
building ever-so-slowly, tantalizing her shuddering form, making her aware 
for the first time in her life there was so much more to living than she had 
initially believed. 

Nella found herself floundering. This strange man, this man who had caused 
her to be drugged and brought here, who had stripped her naked while she had 
been asleep, who had probed her feminine orifices and discovered she was a 
virgin, this same man was now making love to her, and she was allowing it to 
happen. Not only that, but nothing inside her allowed her to resist. She was 
a total victim of her senses, senses that responded to a man's handling 
rather than rejecting what this man wanted to do to her. 

His fingers trailed over her nipples again and again, making them harden and 
peak, the nubbins swollen and throbbing. She sighed and was amazed at the 
currents of delight continually wandering through her shuddering body. She 
was afraid to resist him, she knew that, but aside from that, she almost 
wanted him to continue, well aware of just what all this was leading up to. 
Yet she had no alternative. 

His mouth pressed itself to her flesh, and for the first time she felt that 
it was like to have the man kissing her breasts and licking her nipples. 
More vibrantly wild shudders trammeled their way through her quaking body. 
She was totally out of control, unable to settle back to her previous state, 
no longer thinking about the fact that she was a prisoner here, one who 
would shortly be sold like some object. 

Bliss filled her mind as his mouth worked on her breasts, sucking at her 
nipples, while his hands wandered lower on her body. Delightful charges 
blasted through her, and maddening delight fulfilled her, causing her to 
quake. She had her first orgasm merely from having her nipples sucked. It 
was mild compared to the many that would follow in the days to come, but it 
was something new, something different, and as a result something wantonly 
overpowering. It was also a prelude to the more intense feelings already 
beginning to build in her body. When his fingers ran down her belly, teasing 
at the hairs on her pelvis, she involuntarily tightened for a moment, but 
the instant he kissed her ear, she softened the pressure of her thigh 
muscles, and his fingers gently, tauntingly delved between her thighs and 
began caressing her inner labia. She gasped, and another bolt of lightning 
blasted through her as he touched her clitoris. She allowed him to rub the 
little button until it extended into a pellet, and then she all but exploded 
as one finger slid partly into the open mouth of her warm, wet, sucking 
vaginal sheath, while a thumb massaged her clitoris and a third orgasm, more 
powerful than the others, overtook her. 

As he continued fingering her vagina, Eduardo allowed his penis to move over 
her body, rubbing the hard, long stick of flesh against all of her. At one 
point, when he moved it between her breasts, she was so enthralled by what 
he was doing to her, she clamped her swollen womanly hills around the 
weighty organ, compressing the mammaries with her own hands, barely aware of 
what she was doing, knowing only that she loved what she was feeling. His 
fingers, continually titillating her vagina and clitoris, brought her to a 
fourth orgasm, one more powerful than the others, and as a result, one that 
made her weaker. 

The afterglow of her orgasm was so intense that she was only vaguely aware 
of Eduardo rubbing his penis between the breasts she had firmly clamped 
together. Little by little he began sliding his seething cock down her body, 
and though she missed feeling it press between her throbbing breasts, she 
was so overcome by the funk in which she was in, she didn't realize what was 
happening. 

Eduardo stared down at Nella with a grim determination, aware of how 
delightful she was, and how marvelous she would be when he was finally 
through with her. Yes, she would fetch a fat price, of this there was no 
doubt, no doubt whatsoever. 

His hands were beneath her knees now, slowly lifting them, making certain 
her feet were flatly planted on the mattress, and then he slowly parted her 
thighs as he slid between them, his fingers still working magic over her 
tantalizing body, teasing her belly, her pelvis, her labia, and occasionally 
even delving between her thighs to sink an inch or two into the wet sump 
that was her aching cunt. 

Air washed across her clitoris, sending static buzzing through Nella's body, 
the drenched lips of her vagina all but squeezing shut to protect the inner 
chamber from the air-conditioning in the room. She was floating on a cloud 
at the moment, and wanted nothing to disturb her. Yet there was suddenly a 
pressure on her cloud, making her aware of weight somewhere between her 
thighs, and she gasped, afraid her body would slide from the cloud on which 
it was riding, and would end up smashing to bits on earth, ten thousand 
miles below. She opened her eyes, staring upward, and the subliminal spell 
she had been under suddenly came to an end. 

There was Eduardo, his naked body on his knees between her parted thighs, 
wanton and lustful, his handsome, cruel, treacherous face gleaming with a 
film of perspiration, for it was obvious that the man, in spite of his 
supposed clinical detachment, had suddenly become very much enmeshed in what 
he was doing, and as a result, wanted her very much. He licked his lips with 
lust, and then Nella's eyes wandered down his body and she felt terror, like 
an icy knife, cut through her shuddering form. Dear God! What was that? It 
was so huge, so immense! Was that the fleshy meat roll she had compressed 
between her breasts only moments before? It was an unbelievably huge doric 
column of meat, gristle, and blood. At the moment it was mere inches above 
the golden carpeting of sparse hairs paving the way to her tantalizingly 
sodden vagina, her virginal treasure trove. It was glistening with its own 
juices, and she became aware of the sticky wetness between her breasts-the 
residue from the tip of his penis. 

"Your first lesson, chica," Eduardo said to her. "What you must do is always 
make the man you are with feel he is superior, that he is what you want, 
what you need, and what you adore. You must let him know with looks, with 
your touch, but you must also tell him what it is you want most. Now tell 
me." 

"Tell you what?" she asked. 

"You are new to this, so I shall be patient. A man likes to hear what you 
call filthy words. Soon enough you shall learn them in Spanish, but for now 
it would be wise for you to merely say them in English. The Spanish will 
come soon enough. Be direct, and tell the man exactly what it is you wish 
him to do." 

"B-but I don't know ... " Nella gasped. 

"Of course you do," Eduardo assured her in a calming tone of voice. "This, 
senorita," he told her, waving his penis at her, "is called my cock. This," 
he said, rubbing two fingers against her vaginal opening, "is your cunt. 
When I put my cock inside your cunt, in your language it is what is called 
fucking. Therefore, what you want me to do is fuck my cock into your cunt. 
So tell me to fuck you in your cunt with my cock, senorita." 

A strong sweeping illness suddenly swept through the body of the horizontal 
blonde girl. She would have heaved at that point had she been able, but she 
realized as she lay there that she had been unconscious for much longer than 
she had believed, and her stomach was empty, at present. She also knew that 
if that monstrous pillar made its way into the depths of her quivering body, 
it would tear her to shreds, causing her all kinds of tormenting pain, and 
she was most definitely not ready for that kind of agony. Her imagination 
filled itself with images of her vagina being wedged onto that blunt-topped 
phallus, the organ splitting her apart inside. 

"My God, no!" she rasped, feeling her mouth dry and cottony. "You'll kill me 
if you do that. Please, please Mr ... " 

"I am Senor Blass, chica." 

"Please, Senor Blass ... I wash myself down there whenever I bathe, and it's 
hard enough for me to fit one finger only an inch into myself to keep me 
clean down there. If you try forcing that ... " she was unable to use the 
word cock ... "into me, you'll split me wide apart. Please, for the love of 
heaven, don't do it." 

The man threw back his head and laughed out loud, the sound like a razor 
cutting through Nella's ear drums. 

"Ah, senorita, you are very funny indeed," he told her. "I can see the 
tombstone now ... here lies Nella, the only woman in the world who was 
fucked to death!" 

Pressing her heels into the mattress beneath her, Nella did her best to try 
and slide out from under the man. Her elbows, like ski-poles pressed into 
the bed and helped her push her way out from underneath. Her buttocks humped 
up and down as she attempted to wiggle out. 

Eduardo's eyes hardened, and he said, "You must learn that when a man wishes 
to possess you chica, especially a man who has paid the price, then you must 
be willing." 

He suddenly dropped his hand to her vagina, his thumb thrusting into the 
tiny little opening. At the same time the middle finger of the same hand 
sought out, and found her anus. With a cruel smile on his face, he drove the 
finger in to the first knuckle, widening her sphincter, causing pain Nella 
had never previously been able to imagine. He had her gripped like a bowling 
ball, and his mean, meaty hand tightly clenched her as if attempting to 
bridge the gap of her tantalizing perineum. 

Nella's head flopped back, and her mouth suddenly flew wide open but the 
breath had been knocked out of her so she was unable to scream. Nothing, but 
nothing in the world had ever felt as painful to her. He was digging into 
her sphincter and her tender vulva at the same time. 

"You were saying?" he asked, growling ominously, his voice dripping with 
anger and the promise of more intense degrees of pain if she didn't comply 
with his wishes. 

The thumb in her vagina was excruciating, but it was still minor compared to 
the agony tearing through her rectum. The pressure of his middle finger 
squeezed out what little resistance Nella had attempted to offer. Her 
fighting thighs suddenly relaxed, falling uselessly apart, spread to their 
limit in an attempt to ease the vising pressure of the man's firm grip. 

"Digame, senorita," he said. "Speak to me!" 

Without wanting it to happen, Nella felt the words from her own mouth 
spilling forth between clenched teeth, sounding to her as if the words were 
being spoken by a stranger. 

"All right, all right ... fuck me ... " she whimpered. 

"Where!?" he taunted. 

"In my ... c-cunt," she gasped. 

"With what?" he asked. 

"W-with your c-cock," she nodded. 

"Say please." 

"Please ... oh, please ... fuck me in my cunt with your cock but don't hurt 
me anymore!" she begged. 

His fingers suddenly let go, and the beautiful blonde Nella lay still, 
allowing her manhandled orifices to seemingly re-shape themselves, the only 
sounds in her ears was heavy thumping, originating in her chest from the 
adrenalin pain had pumped through her system. 

Eduardo leaned over Nella's body and said, "If you wish me to be gentle, you 
must behave. If you resist, you will be treated harshly until you behave." 

"I understand," she whimpered. 

"Good," he nodded, and to reward her for agreeing with him, he leaned down 
and once again applied his mouth gently to her left breast, his lips and 
tongue working on her nipples until seething sensations of scintillating 
desire once again warmed her interior, though her mind was still filled with 
the agony he was capable of giving her, as well. He switched over to her 
other breast, and once more lassitude charged through Nella. 

The beautiful blonde groaned and sighed, but at no time attempted to push 
the man away from her. His greedy lips continually roamed the fullness of 
her white, upstanding mounds, and her nipples throbbed with unwanted 
delight, telegraphing a message of tingling pleasure through her flat belly 
into the depths of her sodden vagina. Her buttocks continued to grind into 
the mattress in a futile effort to combat the tickling sensation she felt 
inside her. 

The handsome, cruel man levered himself above Nella, his hands digging into 
the mattress on either side of her head, letting her feel his wrists against 
the tops of his shoulders. Then he lowered his right hand between their 
bodies and guided the solidly throbbing penis forward until the rounded tip 
gently parted the fullness of the lovely girl's fleshy cuntlips. 

Nella knew there was no way to avoid this. She shuddered and threw her head 
to one side as she felt the uncomfortable electric contact against the 
sensitive, ragged edges of her sodden vagina. She took a deep breath and 
held it for what seemed like an eternity, lying perfectly still under the 
utter subjugation of the man, waiting for that final, awesome thrust that 
would surely destroy her and cause a tearing pain, perhaps mercifully ending 
this rite of human sacrifice she was being forced to perform. 

At that moment the cruel grin on the man's face, the grin of lascivity and 
patience, faded, replaced by a contorted expression of raw lust. He was 
unable to stand it any longer, seeing this helplessly innocent young girl 
spread-eagled beneath him with only the tip of his pointed phallus pressing 
into the opening of her tender trap. His balls had been stimulated by what 
he had been doing with her, and as a result demanded that the time had come 
to make a woman of her. He had to fuck his cock into her, penetrating her to 
the deepest depths before he exploded. The muscles of his ass clenched 
tightly together, and he rammed forward with a vengeance. 

"Aaaaaiiiiyyyyyaaaa iiiyyyyy aaagggghhhhhh!" the helpless girl suddenly 
shouted. 

The scream was forced from the depths of her lungs, and Nella was certain a 
red-hot poker had been powered into her, skewering her like a spinning 
bullet as it pushed into the virginal flesh of her anguished cunt, mashing 
the barrier of her virginity, and then moving into the flaming soddenness of 
the tantalizing cavern beyond. The burning ingot of steel plunged endlessly 
and mercilessly deeper into the tightly expanding feminine channel. 

Nella, out of breath, was capable of only groaning at this point, and she 
twisted in anguish beneath the depraved attack on her unprotected genitalia. 
Through the failing consciousness of her agonized brain, she felt as if her 
entire lower body had been lowered into a vat of boiling oil. That tender, 
flaccid symbol of her helpless virginity had been suddenly and instantly 
ripped from inside her with one savage thrust. But all she was able to think 
of was the shock and pain as her body went limp because of the way it had 
over tightened when he had ripped her inner flesh. 

Eduardo's thickly destructive phallus ripped into her vagina with the power 
of a burning freight train, pushing and plundering the wet walls of her 
vagina apart, separating the membranes before it as it plundered deeper 
without bothering to think of any injury it might cause. The surging waves 
of agitated vaginal flesh rippled before the driving power of the masculine 
drill, and then suddenly the man's pelvis smacked solidly into her split 
loins as his balls bounced weightily against the upturned cheeks of her 
tightly clenched behind. 

Her mouth was half open, the lips agitatedly attempting to define and form 
words of some kind, but she was unable to say anything, gurgling instead. 
The spear seemingly ripped through a hundred thousand tiny threads inside 
her, and now the head of the penis was buried in the depths of her belly, 
filling the available space while stretching her to make room for even more. 
She felt the hardness of the penis press against the back wall of her vagina 
and wondered if he was going to smash through that, as well. At the moment 
his chest lay heavily on the swells of her lovely breasts as his hands 
slipped beneath the moons of her delightful buttocks, parting them as if 
attempting to open her vagina to even greater assault, wanting to sink even 
deeper into her although the full length of his pike was so far into her it 
would have been impossible for him to go deeper. 

Eduardo now lay still, panting from his effort, his cold, uncaring brown 
eyes staring down into her wide and pained eyes, seeing the white of her 
eyeballs until her pupils finally rolled back into place. He was aware of 
the stiffness in the body of the woman beneath him, straight as a board, 
afraid to bend, afraid to straighten her legs out, afraid of any movement 
whatsoever, feeling motion on her part was conducive to even more pain. 

Nella was aware of her soft, interior vaginal walls slowly expanding more 
and more, stretching farther and farther apart in stuttering jerks to accept 
the throbbing bulk of the invading penis. Her nostrils quivered as they 
picked up Eduardo's mint-scented breath as he raggedly panted into her 
beautiful face, his eyes as cold and as merciless as ever. 

Nella gasped, feeling a sharp throb inside her as the man flexed his cock 
inside her. But she realized her inner walls were already beginning to 
adjust, and though feeling stretched beyond endurance, now enlarged more, 
and enlarged a bit more easily. 

"Ah, si," the man nodded, smiling at her. "You are most definitely a virgin. 
In the Middle East, as such, you would have brought an untold fortune from 
some harem sheik, but if I were to attempt to trade there, the competition 
might take it into its head to slit my throat. I trade in my territory, and 
they trade in theirs. So, you are most fortunate, Senorita Nella, for in 
losing your virginity to me, you lose it relatively gently. The sheiks are 
not known for their kindness and patience." 

Nella wondered, if this was kindness and patience, just how much more brutal 
were those sheiks? It was something she never wanted to find out ... never! 

For the moment, the blonde woman was content she was still alive. She was 
astounded she was still able to see Eduardo's face and smell his breath as 
the pain within her began to slowly but surely subside. She had survived a 
killer attack, losing her virginity in much the same manner women in years 
before had lost their maidenheads when violated by Huns, Vikings, Goths, 
Vandals, Magyars, Moslems, Turks, Christians, Nazis, and even the Japanese. 
It really didn't matter, did it! She was fast learning the same lesson all 
those women had learned. The membrane inside her vagina was a piece of 
relatively unimportant tissue. Survival was all that mattered-survival no 
matter what the cost. Women were capable of adapting to the length and 
breadth of any human penis, surviving almost every time. 

Her tears of shame and humiliation continued to pour, unabated, from Nella's 
eyes. But the continuing flow of tears was not for her virginity, but rather 
her only way of protesting the outrageous way this evil man had handled her. 
From what he had told her, even if he did as he wished, if she pleased 
whomever bought her, the man might marry her. Such a man, in order to buy 
her, had to be extremely wealthy, and if she were married to him, and he 
died, all that wealth would come to her. Her mind was already working toward 
that. 

"Believe me, senorita," Eduardo told her in a soothing voice. "The swift way 
in which I broke your maidenhead was the best way. To have prolonged it 
would have been to have caused you much more pain. As time goes by, you will 
come to realize what an accomplished lover I truly am, and when you leave 
here, you shall miss me." 

He pulled his vacuum-sealed phallus back an inch, waited until she had 
relaxed herself slightly, then slammed it forward. There was no verbal sound 
from Nella, but the cords in her neck bulged with a fresh onset of pain. 

"Come, come," Eduardo smiled. "I know it hurts at the moment, but you must 
never, but never let your male companion know you are enduring pain. All 
this is part of the learning process. You must smile and tell your lover how 
good he is no matter how much he hurts you. So tell me, you think this is 
good, do you not?" 

"Hunh! Yes! Oh, yessssss ... goooooood ... "she cried out, fearing any wrong 
answer would aggravate the Latin-American and cause him to become 
excessively brutal. 

The man clamped his sticky, wet lips solidly against her own mouth and 
slowly but surely eeled his tongue between her teeth. He began a slow but 
sure rocking motion between the beautiful blonde's tantalizing thighs, his 
fingers folding into the crack between her buttocks as he held her in place 
and rammed his cock in hard. He continued ramming with mounting abandon, 
shoving into the depths of the unresisting and beautiful tender flesh 
beneath him. He was aware of his heated phallus increasing in size and 
pressuring the walls of her vagina, straining them to the limit as he 
savagely powered into her. Dios! This was going to be some woman! She was 
not yet aware of what a marvelous innate ability she had, but Eduardo, who 
had sampled more cunts in his life than any hundred men did in their entire 
lives, knew this was going to be a special woman. She would become a 
masterful fucking partner, and the man who bought her would be fortunate, 
indeed. 

Nella felt the tightness of her narrow interior passage continuing to widen 
and stretch with each smooth, short stroke the man powered into her, and her 
mind recalled the lascivious picture of two mating horses she had once seen, 
feeling her vagina acting as she had seen the mare's hind quarters behaving, 
the lips of her squeezing cunt clinging tightly to the pumping penis on each 
outstroke, reversing, and folding in on itself with each inward drive. 

There was no way for her to resist the fleshy instrument continually 
burrowing in and out of her, sinking itself to the deepest part of her 
vagina each time he powered forward, pinning her hand-gripped buttocks that 
much more strongly, tugging her against him each time he thrust forward. The 
wet, slurping sound of his massive phallus withdrawing filled her ears with 
obscene noises that aroused her rather than repelled her. It was a sound she 
had never really heard before, and the awareness that it came from the rigid 
cock pumping madly into her own flesh quickened the involuntary reactions of 
Nella's previous feelings of helplessness as abuse finally gave way, little 
by little to licentious flames of desire charging through her blood vessels. 

The degradation she had been feeling was no longer any kind of enemy to her. 
Now it was a pleasurable thrill that licked through her, producing 
sensations much stronger than those she had felt prior to his causing her 
pain. 

Since Nella felt it was impossible for her to sink any lower in her own 
estimation of herself, she accepted what fate had decreed for her for the 
moment, allowing herself to even smile a little because of the unexpected 
heady experience of turbulence charging through her. Her acceptance of the 
inevitable sent wildly cold chills running along the base of her spine, and 
the feeling swelled in intensity as Eduardo set a slow, regulated rhythm, 
his penis sawing in and out of her steaming womanly trench, the treated 
sheet below catching her mixture of oil and blood. He skewered her 
repeatedly, and she found she was no longer able to merely lie there like a 
lump of meat. 

Nella's body began twitching and wriggling in time to what she was feeling, 
and she groaned as her mouth felt his tongue probing through-a bonus of 
sensation. Always one to accept what the situation required, Nella responded 
to Eduardo with sudden and complete abandon as her own tongue attempted to 
catch the beat of the music coming from the depths of her groin. She began 
riding the relentless penis, adapting to the gait as if her body were 
beneath a cantering horse and she was riding him, upside-down. 

A low, steady hum of mounting passion oozed from the depths of her chest as 
her face worked with contorted ecstasy, mouth grinding feverishly against 
the lips and tongue of this slave trader whose sole interest in her was how 
best to use her, first physically, then financially. Her nostrils flared as 
she became more and more aware of acute passion charging uncontrollably 
through her as perspiration broke out in small beads on her forehead in 
spite of the air-conditioning in the room. 

Eduardo tightened his grip on the beautiful blonde's tantalizing rump, 
gripping one rounded and full cheek in each hand, feeling the buttocks 
constantly flex and unflex. He pushed his hands closer together beneath her, 
moving his fingers between her thighs, submerging his fingers into her 
cuntlips from beneath, feeling the way his battering phallus crammed itself 
in and out of her masticating pandiculation. Her labia were like velvet 
curtains that brushed the sides of his penis as he worked it in and out of 
her. Eduardo smiled to himself, aware of the muscles tensing in her thighs 
as her body came more and more to life because of what he was doing. She 
strove to meet his downward thrusts, making sure her hot, tight, wet vaginal 
cave had swallowed the full length of cock, pulling it in to the deepest 
part of her cunt. 

Nella no longer felt any kind of discomfort. The groans of pain coming from 
her mouth had turned to mewls of pleasure, as Eduardo had known they would, 
having introduced so many virgins to the world of sex. Her mewls poured into 
his open mouth, and he kissed her that much harder, feeling her mouth 
tantalizingly respond. She continued wriggling beneath him with an intensity 
of feeling she had not yet felt, for in spite of the climaxes she had 
already had, none of them were going to compare with what was beginning to 
mount inside her. She strained for that climactic peak, knowing it was going 
to be nerve-shattering, aching to feel it. She had no thoughts at present 
other than to get the most from being fucked-even if this fucking had been 
initiated against her will. Her body was responding more and more to what 
the man was doing to her, giving back to Eduardo the pleasure his driving 
cock was bringing to her. 

Eduardo lifted his cruelly handsome face from her beautiful countenance and 
stared down the hard, flatness of his stomach as he shifted into a longer, 
more driving stroke. He saw the way the veins on his glistening cock stood 
out as he withdrew until only the head of the penis was inside her sucking 
vaginal mouth. Then he stayed stock-still for a moment, watching the way 
Nella flailed around, expectantly waiting for the penis to be driven right 
back into her. Then he slammed it in, and on the crushing instroke, the 
phallus was totally swallowed alive, as if it were a snake being eaten by a 
roadrunner. Their hairs were entangled together as his weighty balls smacked 
wetly against her perineum. 

He slid a hand inside the crack between her buttocks, reaching for, and 
finally finding the tightly puckered brown crinkle of anus cradled 
defenselessly below. It was stretching with the intense movement of her 
buttocks pushing against his loins. The man cursed himself for not having 
kept a feathered tickler nearby, one with a silver ring to slip on his 
finger so he would be able to apply the feather to her asshole. For the 
moment she would have to be content with a finger instead of the feather. So 
he pushed the finger into her rectum with a quick, sodomizing thrust, 
feeling it buried up to the first knuckle inside her. 

"Ahunh!" she gasped in pained surprise. 

But the man didn't relax. Rather he thrust harder, shoving his finger in, to 
the second knuckle. He was enjoying himself, relishing the fact that he was 
deeply violating her in every sensory orifice at this moment, and she was, 
or would be enjoying all of it. 

"Ggggghhhhaaaannnhhhh!" she groaned louder this time. 

Eduardo knew he had the luscious blonde precisely where he wanted her. In 
fact, she had responded much more quickly than he had imagined she would, 
and as a result, he was way ahead with her than he would be with some of the 
other five who were still asleep in the dungeon, below. It was going to be a 
shame to give this one up, but she would bring in too much money, and if he 
had kept all the women he had wanted to keep because of their superiority to 
most of the other females he had fucked, he would probably have a harem to 
rival that of the fabled King Solomon. She was so good, he was already on 
the verge of orgasm. He wished it weren't so, because he would have loved 
plundering her rectal orifice with his penis, too. That would come later. 
All in good time. For now, he would content himself with this. 

He worked his finger around and around inside her rubbery rectum, pulling 
the elastic softness wider and wider, adding a second finger as his 
throbbing cock continued slamming into the seething, sucking, wanton depths 
of her shuddering vaginal well. He smiled when she grimaced, enjoying the 
fact that she was, for the moment, wise enough not to complain. 

The noises coming from the depths of her chest became broken gasps of 
pleasure as her anus became more and more accustomed to the unnatural 
invasion. Edurado nodded and smiled even more widely, knowing he had 
achieved yet another victory in so short a period of time as he felt her 
starting to slowly rotate her rectum back and forth against his driving 
fingers as they continued to methodically probe into her warm, rubbery 
depths. He fingered her asshole in concert with the drubbing his penis was 
giving her aching cunt, and she twisted and squealed because of the 
continually mounting pleasure she was feeling in both orifices. Her loins 
struggled to feel even more. 

The handsome Latin flattened his chest against her full and bulbous breasts, 
feeling her nipples cut into his flesh, and loving every bit of it. Nella 
felt his weight, and as a result her breathing began coming in heavy, 
labored gasps. He used his free hand to probe between their bodies, reaching 
down with his thumb and using it to massage her clitoris, rubbing the 
swollen bud again and again, making it extend. His fingers were entangled in 
her perspiration-soaked vaginal hairs as he pushed on the clitoral bud as if 
it were a doorbell, skimming its surface repeatedly, rubbing it and rubbing 
it until he realized he was indeed "ringing her chimes." 

The pillarly white legs on either side of him flew up and opened wide and 
she began screeching almost hysterically. She opened herself in total 
offering to the tantalizing ravishment of her vagina, clitoris, and asshole 
by the man who obviously knew how best to touch her to bring out the best in 
her. He was a clever demon, all right, making her feel things she had never 
known existed, turning pain to pleasure, making her ache for more and more. 
At this point, she knew she had to achieve orgasm. Her drive for fulfillment 
surpassed even that of Eduardo as her groin bounced back from each jab of 
the pounding cock and massaging fingers. Her ass, like a masochistic 
punching bag, hit the mattress again and again, bouncing up every time. 

"Fuck deeper ... " she gasped, speaking of her own volition for the first 
time. "That's it ... deeper ... I'm going to ..." 

Her face was contorted and pale with strain as she kept on driving her body 
all the more violently against him, the hardened nipples of her breast all 
but cutting into his chest and making him bleed. She was there, on the 
verge. 

Eduardo pulled his fingers from her tight asshole, making a "sssst" sound as 
he pulled them out. He put his hands under her knees and pushed them back 
hard and fast so that they framed her face above her shoulders. The plane of 
her crotch was there, bare, wide-open, totally exposed as he drove straight 
down into her, a mad, pile-driving cock that brutally crammed itself that 
much harder into her. 

"Anh ... oooonnnnhhhh ... yessss ... morrre ... good ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh 
... don't stop ... don't stop ... don't stop ... " she begged, groaning as 
if she were in anguish, her hands clawing at his back, a back that had been 
ripped to shreds by countless other fingernails before. She dug her nails 
into his buttocks, pulling hard, as if attempting to make him pierce her 
back wall and sink the penis into her vital organs. 

Abruptly her beautiful body stiffened with her legs straightening out behind 
her head, and it was as if she were hung in the air, her ankles supported by 
strings, and some invisible thing holding up her buttocks as he sliced into 
her rapidly. She shuddered uncontrollably. 

"AAAAIIIIYYYYY EEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHH UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH AAAGGGG HHHHH-UUUURRRRGGG 
HHHHNNNNGGGG HHHH-AAAANNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHH-AAAA WWWWAAAAAGGGG 
HHHHUUUU-NNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAGGGGHHHH!" she screamed, her voice bouncing from 
wall to wall in the room, echoing and re-echoing again and again. 

Eduardo felt her wet and sticky vaginal oils bursting out around the plug of 
his cock, flooding his loins, washing his thighs down. He let her thighs 
down and began pumping into her all the more quickly, for now that she had 
come she would soon be oversensitive and he had to have his own 
satisfaction. He dug his hard cock deeper than ever into the narrow 
tightness of her squeezing and demanding cunt, feeling her inner envelope 
squeeze around the penile length, milking it in the hope of keeping her own 
orgasm alive. At this point Nella was out of breath and felt it almost 
impossible to inhale. Eduardo's chest, once again pressed firmly against her 
breasts, was heaving so hard, she wondered if he would have some kind of 
fit. 

But the insane wildness of her orgasm finally had its effect on the evil 
slave trader. As her hot, wet, sucking vaginal walls continued tightening 
around his hard-driving, thrusting, penile power-point, he threw back his 
own head and bellowed, "YYYYAAAARRRR-GGGG HHHAAAAUUUU WWWAAAANNNN-GGGG 
HHHHAAAAAGGGG HHHHUUUUNNN-GGGGHHH!" 

His pulsing cock exploded insanely into the seething depths of her squeezing 
vaginal container. His prick jerked and sputtered and spat more and more of 
the seething oils, the sperm coming from a continuing geyser, pouring into 
the tightness of her body. Eduardo kept firing until he had emptied his 
balls into her, and then his testicles twitched, unable to manufacture more, 
though his cock seemed to be demanding they try. His sperm was forming 
multitudes of puddles in her feminine depths, and she was so filled with the 
sperm, he wondered if her belly had swollen as a result. 

The two bodies went limp after that. He collapsed on top of her for the 
moment, drained. Yes, she was good, really good. So few women, even 
experienced women, had the kind of snapping pussy capable of really milking 
every last drop of sperm from the body of a man. Her eyes were glazed, and 
she gasped out what seemed like her first breath in hours, filling her lungs 
with the smell of sex that filled the room, realizing it was a wonderful 
smell, and would have been even more wonderful had it been the mingled 
aromas of herself and a man she might have chosen, herself. 

The thick penis inside her vagina was shrinking, softening, and the man 
finally had the strength to withdraw it. It came out with a wet sucking 
sound, and when he pulled it from her body, a wet thread of seminal fluid 
seemed to run from her body to him, like some kind of spidery umbilical 
cord. 

Nella lay there, realizing now that it was over, that she had submitted to a 
shameful thing, no matter how good it felt. Somehow, in some way, she had to 
get away from this man. She wasn't merchandise, no matter what he thought. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Nella had a long bath after her session with Eduardo, and afterward, she was 
made to sit by and watch as he deflowered yet another girl. While the second 
girl was bathing, Eduardo sat with her and the two of them had the 
after-siesta snack. 

"Why did you make me watch?" Nella asked, as they sat across from one 
another at a table in the dining room. 

"I wanted you to understand that you are not what might be termed an "easy" 
woman. You see, it is most important that all the women I sell, in spite of 
being slaves, have self-esteem where their sexual capabilities are 
concerned. If they do not, then what is the use of my selling them? Then 
must be confident about themselves as women. Now you saw that sweet, 
brown-haired virgin, si. You saw she submitted to me even more quickly than 
you did, and she enjoyed it every bit as much as you. In fact, she has you 
to thank for it being so good, since my taking you first meant I took the 
edge off being with her, and as a result, took a longer time with her, and 
she enjoyed it that much more. Both of you will bring an excellent price, 
though she will not bring as high a price as you." 

"I see," Nella nodded. 

"I don't think you do," Eduardo told her. "So I am going to make you remain 
for the next one, as well." 

"The next one!" she gasped. "Tell me, are you some kind of superman?" 

"Ah, no, chica, I am only human," Eduardo smiled. "What I am doing is 
allowing my brother, Jose, to have this next one. You see, when I went 
downstairs before to get this other one, she was not my initial choice. 
There was this beautiful almond-eyed, chestnut-haired one I wanted, but even 
after kissing her buttocks with my whip, I was unable to make her move. 
Occasionally I run into such females. She, too, is a virgin. The remaining 
three are not, but this one insists on holding onto her virginity. Very 
well, today she shall keep it, but she shall be sorry." 

"Are you going to starve her?" Nella asked. 

"Ah no, not right now. That will come later, if she persists afterward. She 
will keep her virginity in the technical sense, in that a man's penis shall 
not enter her cunt, or as we say in Spanish, her conio. But her maidenhead 
will be removed, and I promise, it will not be pleasurable. I want you 
watching because you will learn from seeing this that disobedience is indeed 
punished, and it is far better that you see how serious I am by beating some 
other woman, than being forced to beat you." 

"You're going to beat her?" Nella gasped. 

"Just a little," he smiled. "Not with the whip. In fact, it is not I who 
shall beat her, but my brother. Ah, here comes Jose, now." 

Nella felt more self-conscious of her nakedness than ever before. The tall 
man who walked into the room was obviously Eduardo's brother. There was a 
strong resemblance in many places, in the hair, the eyes, the skin and the 
mouth. His nose was different from Eduardo's, because it was broader. He was 
much taller than Eduardo. He came through the passageway alone, wearing an 
olive-drab pair of shorts and a matching tee shirt. But he bulged with 
muscles. There was something about him that made Nella's heart skip. She 
didn't know if she feared him or if she was feeling arousal. In any case, he 
stopped and stared at her, and Nella had the feeling it was the first time 
he had reacted this way to any woman. He seemed to be like Eduardo, in that 
under normal circumstances, a woman was just flesh to be used and sold. But 
at this moment he was staring at Nella, staring as if awestruck. 

"Ay, que linda!" he gasped, "but why did you not wait, brother?" 

"This is not the one," Eduardo, a smile on his lips, said. "This one is more 
intelligent than the other. Not that the other is stupid. But she lacks the 
common sense to do as she is told. Now you will go downstairs, bring her up, 
and give her one of your special treats." 

"In front of this one?" 

"Si," Eduardo nodded. "This one is to be made to understand what will happen 
if she attempts to back off. There is another one who has just finished 
showering. Bring her in here so she may watch, too. Then go and fetch the 
one known as Olivia. She is the tiniest of the four remaining in the 
dungeon. She is the spiciest, too. You will enjoy taming her." 

"Ah, but this one," Jose said, pointing at Nella. 

"Today and tonight you have three of those other women to care for, Jose, as 
I am marshalling my strength to take care of one more, too. However, 
tomorrow, if you wish, you may begin teaching Senorita Nella. We shall both 
take turns with her." 

But the look in Jose's eyes was more than that of a man filled with lust. If 
Nella had thought it possible, she would have believed this man to be 
awestruck. To her, it was obvious his desire for her was far greater than 
his brother's, and Nella wondered if she might not be able to put that 
desire to good use and turn brother against brother. Why not! 

"Jose, move your culu!" Eduardo snapped. 

"Si," Jose nodded, and going to a nearby credenza, took out a pistol. 

Nella gasped. What were they going to do to the girl? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Less than five minutes later, the sound of bare feet slapping on the stone 
floor told Nella that Jose was coming with Olivia. She and Eduardo were back 
in the bedroom. The two of them, along with the second girl Eduardo had 
deflowered, were sitting on a long divan across the room from the bed. 

The moment Nella saw Olivia, she recognized the girl. She was the lively 
girl at the party, the one who had been dancing, singing, teasing the boys. 
She had been gay, happy, really living it up, and now, suddenly, just like 
that, she was sullen, morose, and with every right to be. The pistol Jose 
was holding made certain the naked girl didn't put up any kind of fight. 

Olivia was tiny, perhaps an inch over five feet. She had long, straight 
chestnut hair that fell almost to her waist. Her large brown eyes had once 
been dancing eyes but were now sad, doe-eyes. Her nose was small, slightly 
upturned, and she had a small mouth. From the neck down, she wasn't nearly 
as curvaceous as either Nella or the other girl in the room. Her breasts 
were small, firm white mounds topped with two little pecans, over which a 
splash of chocolate syrup had been poured. 

Her waist was very narrow, and she had slender, almost boyish hips. Naked, 
it was easier to observe how seductive these qualities were in the right 
proportions. On any other girl such a body might have seemed unappealing. 
But Olivia had a way of walking and tossing her head and moving her body 
sensuously so that she obviously aroused quite a few males, and Eduardo, 
staring at her-himself fully dressed at the moment, felt strongly aroused. 
Jose kept throwing nervous glances at Nella, as if wishing she were the one, 
not Olivia. 

Jose insisted Nella take Olivia into the bathroom and make certain Olivia 
was properly bathed. The blonde girl nodded and led the chestnut-haired girl 
to the bathroom where she said, "Look, Olivia, I know things look bad now, 
but by fighting them, all you're doing is making it harder on yourself. 
They've already done it to me ... " 

"I know," Olivia said, pointing to the dried blood between Nella's thighs 
which she had not been permitted to wash away. "Well if they want this girl, 
they're going to have to work for her, because I don't intend simply giving 
myself to anyone." 

"They're going to have their way," Nella insisted. "If they have a gun, it 
means they intend using it." 

"They'll have to," Olivia snarled. 

"Stop putting up such a brave front," Nella insisted as the tub filled with 
water. "The most important thing is to stay alive. As long as you do that, 
we can figure some way out of all this. We have three weeks, and a lot can 
happen in three weeks." 

"I'll kill then," Olivia snarled, as she climbed into the bathtub. 

Nella climbed in with her, ostensibly to wash the girl's back, but in 
reality to wash the vestiges of a smashed virginity from her thighs. In less 
than ten minutes both girls were completely bathed, and this time Nella's 
thighs were clean, not as before, when, following the bath she had taken 
after Eduardo had fucked her, a quantity of seminal oil and blood had leaked 
down and covered her thighs again, and Eduardo had refused to let her bathe 
a second time. 

"Come on," Nella said to Olivia. "Stand in front of the hot air dryer built 
into the wall, then we'll go back inside. Be smart, and don't fight them." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Nella was seated on the sofa with Eduardo and the other girl, and Olivia was 
in the middle of the room with Jose, who had put the gun in his waistband. 

"So," Jose was saying to Olivia. "You do not wish to obey us, eh?" 

"You've got it, mister," Olivia replied, but her voice was already tinged 
with a touch of fright. 

"The bed is no place for a girl like you," Jose smirked. 

"Well, now we're starting to understand each other," Olivia nodded, standing 
perfectly still as Jose walked over to her. 

The big man suddenly seemingly reached out with an open hand, and he slapped 
the girl on the side of the head, hitting her so hard, fire exploded in her 
brain. She crumpled to the floor, too dazed with pain to even whimper, but 
Nella, staring, gasped and half-rose. Eduardo restrained her, shaking his 
head. 

"For one such as you," Jose said, "the floor is good enough. I will not 
waste a bed on the likes of you." 

He proceeded to unbutton his olive shirt, pull it off, and toss it to the 
side, revealing a hairy forest of a chest. 

"Now," he snapped at Olivia, "the time has come for you to learn. Instead of 
me taking off my pants, you, chiquita, will do so." 

He pulled the revolver from his belt, a small nickel-plated pistol, with a 
long barrel but at this close range extremely dangerous. With the barrel of 
the gun he tapped his belt buckle. 

"Drop dead," Olivia cried. 

He pointed the gun at her head and said, "Which one of us will drop dead if 
I pull this trigger, senorita?" 

It was obvious Olivia was now terrified, and the act of bravado was a front. 
She was up on her knees now, and with the gun pressed against the side of 
her head, she shakingly reached out and proceeded to try pulling leather 
from metal. When she looked up at Jose to ask how the damn belt worked, she 
almost fainted on the spot as she found herself staring into the black eye 
of the pistol's muzzle as it seemingly stared back at her. 

Nella wondered how the girl didn't simply faint dead away then and there. In 
Olivia's position, Nella would have probably melted into the floor. 

Olivia stared into the black center of the pistol and shuddered. She was 
certain she would shrivel up to nothingness and suddenly be swallowed up by 
the gun, her body falling into black nothingness. She even saw the leaden 
tips of the bullets in the chambers as each one in turn seemed to smile at 
her. The bullets were mocking her, daring her to resist, and she knew it was 
something she would not be able to do. She was in the hands of a madman, and 
the thought made her freeze with horror. 

Olivia remained on her knees, waiting, thinking that at any moment one of 
the leaden missiles would come hurtling from the gun and shatter her brain 
into millions of little pieces. It was a question of shattering her brains 
or her hymen, and at this point she decided to surrender the latter. 

"Ah, senorita," Jose smiled, twirling the gun like an old-time cowboy. "I am 
an excellent shot. Did you know I can shoot a mosquito in mid-air from fifty 
feet away? So you see, senorita, do not think of trying to run." 

Olivia's hands trembled as they continued to work on the buckle. She 
shuddered as Jose smilingly ran the barrel of the gun over the side of her 
face, very lightly. He stroked her throat with it, sending shivers of terror 
charging through her. Finally she managed to unbuckle the belt. 

Then she went to work on the pants. The little hook at the top of the pants 
was almost impossible to undo, because his pants were skin-tight. But 
somehow she finally managed to unfasten it. Then she had trouble tugging the 
zipper down because of the huge bulge in the front of his pants. She found 
herself unable to suppress a feeling of anticipation at the touch of his 
heatedly rigid rod of masculinity, feeling the heat from it reaching out to 
her. 

From the way it pressed against the fly, it was obvious the cock was 
immense, and coupled with the lengthy barrel of the revolver Jose had, 
Olivia felt the oddest mixture of horror and anticipation. Odd how the hot 
penis and the cold gun seemed so much alike that that point. Fear and 
arousal were intermingled in the strangest way inside her, tumbling around 
and around, like clothes in a washing machine. Dear God! Somehow, help her 
get out of this! Unlike Nella, Olivia worked for a living, a girl alone in a 
big city, out for her first party in more than three months, and now this 
had to happen. 

Olivia shuddered finding herself on the borderline of utter panic and the 
brink of total submission. At this moment there seemed to be little 
difference between them. Odd how everything felt like the same thing. Her 
hands continued struggling with the zipper, pulling it open one tooth at a 
time, finally managing to tug it all the way down. 

She noted Jose had no undershorts on beneath. It was possible he had removed 
them in anticipation of this. At any rate, the penis showed itself clearly 
visible even as she had tugged the zipper down the last little bit, and 
never having seen or felt a penis before, Olivia was terrified at the sight 
of it. Now she found herself studying the organ closely, looking at it in 
the very late afternoon sunlight streaming through the French doors. The 
head was almost as thick as her tiny fist, and when her fingers accidentally 
touched that head, she found it made of a rubbery, coarse kind of flesh that 
was different from the other flesh on the man's body. 

Though Olivia had never experienced anything sexual, she wondered, from 
having read books on the subject, how it was possible for something as 
rubbery as a penile head to smash a hymen. Naturally it was attached to a 
long, thick hose, one which, even at this moment, was solidifying into 
something rigid beyond belief. But even so, how did something so thick fit 
into a narrow interstice like her vagina? Often, at her apartment, she would 
stare at her vagina while sitting in a chair with her hips thrust forward. 
The little hole at the bottom of the pink slot was so tiny, how was it 
possible for a penis as thick as her wrist to fit inside? Once, she had 
tried pushing a forefinger in there and had found it both, painful and 
difficult. 

His pants were down around his ankles now, and the penis, having been freed, 
flopped around, still not quite hard enough to stand up. But it was 
definitely thickening and getting harder with every passing moment. That was 
when it would be as dangerous as the pistol Jose had. 

"Now," Jose said, smiling at her, "since you feel your conio is too sacred 
to be invaded by my prick, we shall use another part of your lovely little 
body-many other parts, in fact." 

Nella stared as the man cupped Olivia's head with one huge paw of a hand and 
drew her terrified countenance toward him, forcing her to bring her lips 
against the massive knob of his penis-a brilliant red knob. Olivia looked at 
the little eye in the tip of the penis and saw it winking at her, tears 
running out, tears of joy, letting her understand it was weeping with 
happiness for the entire penis was about to be gratified. 

Jose's fingers gripped Olivia's long, brown hair, tugging on it until her 
eyes were drawn back in slits of pain as he pushed his penis against her 
tightly clamped lips, making her aware of precisely what it was he wanted 
her to do. 

"Suppose you begin by applying your tongue to it, senorita," Jose was 
saying. Olivia shook her head, but then the man pressed the gun directly 
against her head and cocked the hammer with a nice loud click. Olivia's 
mouth suddenly opened, and her tongue sneaked out and very carefully lapped 
at the wet tip of the man's penis. "Oh, come now, senorita, you must do 
better than that. Open that lovely mouth all the way. You must swallow this 
medicine." 

The beautiful chestnut-haired girl squinted her eyes tightly closed and made 
a sobbing noise. She heard a whirring sound as Jose spun the pistol cylinder 
against his thigh, and seeing it spin as he placed the tip of the barrel 
directly between her eyes made her gasp. An overwhelming flash of chilling 
fear paralyzed her for a brief instant. Compared to the gun, the sight of 
the thicker penis, staring at her with its tiny sightless eyes seemed much 
less dangerous. 

Eyes tightly shut, she finally opened her lips and very slowly, gingerly 
slid them around the heated crown of Jose Blass's massive phallus. The 
sensation was strange, but the moment the meat of his cock was touching her 
palate, she found it not to be as horrifying as she had initially supposed. 
In fact, she thought of it as being almost pleasant-that long, smooth, thick 
warmth seemingly fitting into her mouth with no room to spare, as if it had 
been designed to slide in there. 

She was aware of Jose drawing the phallus back just the littlest bit, and 
then he eased it forward again, pushing it deeper until the head was at the 
entrance to her gullet. Her cheeks contracted and her tongue pressed the 
underside of the mighty organ so that it rubbed against the roof of her 
mouth. She was able to sense the twitching urethra. She was also able to 
feel the webbing where the penile head, on the underside, was joined to the 
rest of the phallus. 

Once again Jose slid the mighty weapon of flesh back and out, scraping it 
lightly against the edges of the ring of her teeth. Then the giant man 
pushed the penis in again, this time trying to shove it a little deeper. His 
breathing was hoarse and uneven as he continued pushing the penis in and 
out, in and out, each time trying to ram it into her gullet, each time 
feeling her throat resist. 

Dear God! Nella thought as she watched. If this is what they're making 
Olivia do, they'll probably expect me to do the same thing. 

The idea of sucking on a penis made Nella internally sick, and yet, it was 
obvious Olivia didn't hate it. Her lips seemed to be tightening around the 
penis as she sucked. 

Olivia felt the huge penis thicken and swell and lengthen in her gullet 
until she thought it would split her adam's apple or she would simply 
strangle to death on the huge hunk of meat. It was alive, pulsating, 
twitching in her mouth, and the thrusting point was pushing itself that much 
farther into her esophagus until she thought she would gag. Still the man 
kept on, staring down at the long mane of beautiful soft brown hair, the 
forehead almost touching her belly, the front two-thirds of his manhood 
between her lips, firmly sheathed in the inner scabbard of Olivia's long 
white throat, a throat that strained to contain it. 

Abruptly he pulled it out, just as the beautiful girl felt dizzy and on the 
verge of passing out. He pushed her down slowly, letting her lie on the 
floor, following her down, pressing his knees into the carpeting on either 
side of her head, letting his buttocks rest weightily on her chest. Then he 
backed up, scuttling back until he was between her knees. Olivia shuddered, 
thinking he was ready to slam his penis into her vagina. As it was, he 
rubbed the head of his penis against the lips of her tantalizing pussy, but 
he didn't attempt to shove it in. 

"So you want to remain a virgin a little longer," Jose smirked. "Very well, 
so we shall try something different." 

He grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulder for leverage, then 
hoisted her buttocks off the floor, pulling her toward him. With his free 
hand he guided the missile of his cock against the tenderness of her tightly 
quivering asshole. He pressed the penis against the sphincter, and he began 
pushing. 

"My God!" Nella gasped, realizing the man was going to try and push that 
pylon into the narrow little aperture of the girl's anus. 

Jose shoved again, and the sphincter suddenly, albeit reluctantly, began 
giving way and the head of the penis began pushing in. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Olivia screamed. 

"Come now, chica, you said you wished to retain your virginity," Jose 
smirked. "So we choose another path by which I shall shoot sperm into that 
lovely body of yours ... at least until tomorrow when we chase your 
virginity again. This way is just as good for me, and it will be for you, 
too." 

Olivia shuddered, feeling the chillingly moist touch of his penile head as 
it pushed deeper into this different spot. The resisting walls of her tender 
interior painfully spread apart before the massive onslaught of the man's 
thrusting penis. Jose relentlessly continued boring into her rear tunnel, 
though fucking her from the front way, not even allowing her to bend over 
and present her ass to him so that she might gain some leverage, herself. 

"Ggggghhhuuuunnnggghhh!" the beautiful girl gasped, pain streaking through 
her as her rectal canal slowly stretched, accustoming itself to the 
penetration as the tall, evil brother of Eduardo Blass continued making 
inroads into her. 

Olivia shuddered, wondering if she might not be better off taking a bullet 
in the head and getting it over and done with. Her legs felt themselves 
being spread farther and farther apart, and she found with her calves 
dangling over the man's shoulders she actually had some leverage, and as he 
began sawing back and forth, she found herself moving in rhythm with the 
man, pressing her firm belly against the hard-muscled stomach of her 
tormentor. She moved more and more quickly with every passing moment. 

Olivia should have hated it, but with every passing moment, she discovered 
she was feeling the strangest kind of satisfaction. Her face was tightly 
drawn in ecstasy as she came to like it even more, and she concentrated with 
all her being on this different kind of penetration. Olivia was aware of her 
sphincter contracting and massaging the throbbing penis as she pressed and 
fondled it. 

Jose was a study in amazing self-control, thrashing wildly against her 
teenage body, yet still holding back the torrent of sperm threatening to 
erupt from his prostate at any moment. 

Expecting the man to come, she waited for his explosion, but the funniest 
thing of all was that she was beginning to feel a hint of something taking 
place in the depths of her own body-as if she were going to reach some kind 
of pinnacle. As a result, she pressured her legs all the more strongly 
against the man's shoulder, egging Jose on to fuck all the more quickly into 
her rectum. She had no nails, but the tips of her fingers were squeezing her 
own rear cheeks, jamming and grinding her hips as this weird, different kind 
of satisfying feeling continued mounting inside her, radiating in an 
irresistible burning flood of wanton pleasure. She shuddered and suddenly 
the orgasm, something she had never known before, and certainly never in her 
rectum, broke over her like a tidal wave. 

"AAAAIIIIYYYAAAA IIIIYYYYYYY AAAIIII-YYY EEEAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAHHHHAAA UUUU 
WWWWWAAAAA IIIIAAAA IIIIYYYY-AAAA GGGHHHHAAA AAAGGGGHHH!" she shrieked, and 
she strove frantically, feeling satisfaction that the on looking Nella was 
unable to understand. Nella understood orgasm, but in the rectum? 

Olivia suddenly wanted the enjoyable pleasure to go on and on forever and 
ever. She felt herself capable of sustaining the orgasm until it totally 
consumed her fevered body. 

It was at that moment that Jose suddenly pulled his cock from her rectum, 
and Olivia felt she had been cheated, unable to totally enjoy her 
after-climax. The tall, dark-haired man reached down and pulled the rag 
doll-form of Olivia to her knees, and he snapped at her, "Here it is, 
sweetheart. You had it in that lovely mouth before, now let us finish it 
this way." 

Though the penis had no sign of fecal matter on it, the mere idea that it 
had been in her rectum made Olivia shrink away from it. But he gripped her 
head with one hand and the gun with the other, pointing it at her, and he 
said, "The time has come, little one. I wish to have your tongue do the 
licking and your lips do the sucking." 

The odd thing was, the only aroma on the penis was a sexual one, brought 
about by the coating of seminal oil that had leaked from the tip of his 
penis and had oiled her rectum so that it had covered his hard cock, as 
well. Still, knowing where it had been made Olivia grit her teeth tightly 
together. 

"Open wide, honey," Jose panted. "One thing you have to learn is that in 
this place, my brother and I are the supreme rulers, and you will do as we 
say. Now you have your choice of opening your mouth, or of having me make a 
brand-new hole in your head." 

Gasping, she forced her mouth to open, and she took the length of penile 
tube inside. As she sucked, she hoped Jose would not go berserk as he 
attained orgasm and shoot her. 

The taste of the penis was once again meaty and overpowering, thrilling her 
beyond belief. It was salty, yet almost sweet, and she sucked strongly 
without realizing it. Jose's dangling balls, swinging loosely in their 
container, continued beating rhythmically against her chin as he crammed 
more and more of the penis into her gullet, not waiting for the throat to 
adjust, but simply slamming it inside. 

"NOW!" Jose bellowed suddenly and she felt the urethral tube throbbing and 
twitching, and then, "AAAAIIHIYYYYEEE AAAAGGGG HHHAAAA-NNNGGGG HHHHUUU 
NNNNGGG HHHHAAA-GGGGG HHHHUUUGGGHHHH!" The thick spurts blasted down her 
throat with the power of a fire hose. 

Olivia continued swallowing and gulping, unable to control herself. All the 
while Jose continued gasping and grunting as he unleashed the pent-up seed 
down her gullet. The massively rigid pole of throbbing flesh slowly began 
relaxing inside Olivia's mouth, and though Jose didn't pull it forward, the 
penis seemingly shrank right out of her gullet until it hung limply in the 
soft grip of Olivia's lips. 

Then, and only then did Jose withdraw it. Olivia felt dizzy and fell back on 
the carpeting, not knowing why she felt so aroused at all that had happened, 
but knowing she ought not to like it. Underlying the feeling of satisfaction 
was the knowledge that this man was seemingly intent on hurting her in order 
to maintain his control over her. 

Jose sat on the floor, pushing her legs apart so that he was squatting 
between them. That was when she noticed he still held his pistol, and it was 
still pointed in her direction. 

"You still have a lesson to learn, chica," he told her. 

Gripping the pistol by the stock, he slid his trigger finger into place very 
carefully. He waved the muzzle at her while cocking and uncocking the gun a 
number of times. Then he began easing the gun forward between her thighs. 

"He wouldn't!" Nella gasped, staring, waiting to hear the roar of the gun 
that might kill the unfortunate girl lying on the floor. 

Jose simply squatted there and pushed the pistol ahead of him until the 
muzzle of the gun was tickling the hairs on the girl's pubic mount. She 
watched in horror, waiting as he cocked the hammer again, and then began 
deliberately forcing the tip of the barrel into the narrow strait of 
Olivia's pussy. Her vaginal muscles felt the rasping edge of the sight 
scrape over the upper vaginal wall as the icy, spring-steel tension of the 
unyielding metal slid slowly toward her helpless womb. 

Jose grinned broadly and he proceeded to wiggle the barrel, grinning as his 
thumb rested on the hammer. He then-pressed his finger against the trigger, 
and the thumb let the hammer ease forward slowly. He pushed the penis-like 
barrel a little deeper, and Olivia gasped as pain invaded her body. He was 
pressing the barrel against her hymen, pushing, pushing, pushing a little 
harder, and suddenly, just like that, the membrane tore, and she shrieked. 

"Hush!" Jose snapped, and once more pulled back the hammer on the pistol. 
The foresight of the gun kept scratching her upper vaginal wall, and the 
thickness of the barrel terrified her, stretching her internally, making her 
feel pain she might not have felt had she been deflowered with a penis. The 
mere knowledge this was a gun, and that it would prod her and possibly go 
off inside her had her so horrified, she froze, knowing the death-dealing 
instrument might spit lead into her at any moment. Whereas the ejaculation 
of a penis might mean the beginning of life, the ejaculation of this weapon 
meant death. 

"Come now, surely you must be enjoying this," Jose taunted, his smile one of 
total evil. "Just think, this is one penis that has staying power, little 
one," he told her. "It will never shrink. It will never lose its virility." 

Nella stared, seeing the poor girl on the floor turn a pasty white. She 
pitied Olivia, and for the first time she felt a sense of relief knowing she 
hadn't had the courage to defy Eduardo Blass, who was seated beside her, his 
finger dallying in her vagina. 

Olivia's eyes were wide with horror and she wanted to scream, but she was 
unable to do so. Her throat was dry. God! How she wished she would be able 
to scream, and maybe Jose would pull the trigger and bring an end to her 
misery. Either that, or have him take that finger of steel out of her 
vagina. 

Her instinct for survival finally got the upper hand. Her only chance to 
live lay in humoring this man, and so she forced herself to smile, humoring 
Jose as he slid the pistol in up to the cylinder, noting oily blood was 
oozing out of her in droplets. She was hoping and praying the man had enough 
control over the gun to keep it from going off accidentally. If he really 
meant to kill her, her refusal to be cowed-at least outwardly-by what he was 
doing would hasten him into pulling that trigger. If he did, the gun seemed 
big enough to eject a bullet that would destroy her instantly, and she would 
not feel too much pain. 

The continuing presence of the thick metal cylinder, now warmed by her 
internal being, was having an effect despite the fear which overshadowed 
everything else. It was as if he was actually fucking her with the gun, and 
the helpless Olivia suddenly felt her hips rising automatically, coaxingly, 
feeling the pressure filling her. Jose was taken by surprise, for he had 
done this many times before with stubborn women, and he had never known one 
to like it. By now, Olivia was undulating against the penis-like rod. 

Olivia totally surrendered herself to the obscene passion burning inside 
her, forgetting for the moment about the possibility of instant death, death 
that, at any second might claim her. Jose slid the gun barrel part of the 
way out of the girl, then quickly thrust it in again, himself breathing 
heavily, as if the pistol were an extension of himself, and as a result he 
was feeling what he would have been feeling had he been fucking her. If this 
were a usable pistol, he would have had some cleaning job ahead of him a 
little later on, but what none of the girls knew was that the firing pin in 
the gun was missing, and the bullets in the chambers were duds-not even 
blanks, just duds. 

Sliding his finger out of the trigger guard, he noticed the way the girl was 
thrusting her hips madenly up and down now, gripping her thighs tightly 
around his hand. God! If this had been a real gun, there was every 
possibility it might have gone off. 

Olivia had lost all her fear. She no longer thought about the fact that what 
she was feeling in her body was a pistol. All she knew was that Shockwave 
after Shockwave of total pleasure ran rampantly through her entire quaking 
body. Desire built in her, sensations filling her cunt as they had never 
done before. There was a swelling sensation in her feminine depths, and it 
continued growing, mounting, enlarging until she felt she had to know what 
lay at the end of all this. Either she would find out, or she would die in 
attempting to find out. The steel phallus within continued madly rubbing and 
scraping her inner self as she willed it to grow larger, not realizing, in 
the depths of her passion, that what she wanted was impossible. 

Olivia moaned and writhed, clamping her thighs tightly around Jose's delving 
hand, compressing her loins that much tighter, her feet pressing flatly on 
the floor to give her leverage. Jose noted with delight that the lovely 
chestnut-haired girl was gripping her own breasts, her fingernails digging 
into the creaminess of the white, smooth mounds, leaving little red marks. 
She continually caressed her stomach with her right hand as the other 
continued digging its nails into her breasts. Then her fingers slid down to 
her clenched thighs, reaching for, finding, and fondling the extension of 
her clitoris above the gun barrel that continually moved in and out of her 
vagina. She was babbling uncontrollably now, muttering, "Unnnnhhh ... please 
... yessss ... more ... hhhaaannnhhh ... oooonnnnnhhhh ... please ... " as 
if whispering to the gun and endearing herself to it. 

Her orgasm was mounting, swiftly, certainly, definitely, and Jose watched 
with continually mounting delight, knowing he was bringing her vaginal 
satisfaction in spite of herself, giving her an orgasm, ripping out her 
cherry, and yet she was technically a virgin in spite of it all, because no 
penis had, as yet, entered her vagina. Olivia melted into a pool of 
uncontrolled bitch-heat, willing the orgasm crawling up on her to overcome 
her with all her being, relishing the pain and the pleasure created by the 
hard steel cylinder inside her. Her inner fluids saturated the barrel of the 
pistol Jose was using, dripping all over the cylinder, as well. That mighty 
point of steel that was the gun's front sight rose like the fin of a great 
shark and scraped her sensitive upper vaginal wall, creating unbearable 
sensations of overpowering rapture within her. 

Her orgasm finally overwhelmed her, and her mad, wild thrashing made Nella 
cry out with fear, afraid Jose would be so overwhelmed by the movements of 
the girl, he might inadvertently pull the trigger. Nella had no way of 
knowing the gun was incapable of firing, and even if it were, the bullets 
had no gunpowder in them at all. Jose's hand clenched all the more tightly 
around the gun butt, feeling her vaginal fluid making the grip very 
slippery. He pulled the gun almost all the way out, then rammed it in again, 
out, then in, waiting as she hit that last shuddering convulsion of 
fulfilled sexual accomplishment. She was in total ecstasy now, completely 
out of her mind with wild abandon, rutting instantly like a tabby cat as she 
shouted, "GGGG-YYYYY AAAAGGGGGHHHAAAA IIIYYYYY-AAAAA GGGGHHHYYYYYAAA 
NNNNGGG-HHHHHHHH!" 

She collapsed, panting and out of her mind, rung out as if a pair of great 
hands had grabbed her body, twisting half of her one way and half of her the 
other way, until all the moisture had been squeezed from her. 

Olivia simply lay on the floor, and Jose was overwhelmed by her performance, 
as was Eduardo. In fact, Eduardo, who had been watching very closely, was 
even more overwhelmed than his brother who had been using the gun. 

Jose now withdrew the pistol and was given a napkin by his brother so that 
he was able to wipe off the gun. He rose, walked over to the drawer from 
where he had originally taken the gun, and put it back. 

Olivia lay there, almost in a trance, well aware the younger, taller brother 
had done all this to make her understand who was boss. But she also saw the 
face of Eduardo, and she realized the older brother, who was the real power, 
was the one on whom to work. Just why he might succumb to her where he had 
turned away from so many others wasn't clear to the chestnut-haired girl, 
but she felt confident she would win. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

An hour later, all three girls were forced to sit and watch as Jose "broke 
in" the fourth girl, a girl who hadn't been a virgin to begin with, and one 
who seemingly understood, as the second girl had understood, that she had no 
choice but to obey. Then they broke for supper, a meal of ground corn, 
frijoles, spicy meat, and lots of cool sangria. 

After dinner, at about nine o'clock, the four women returned to the large 
bedroom, where the two brothers took their pleasure with the last two girls, 
both of whom had been awake in the stinking dungeon for some hours now, and 
were only too happy to do anything to get out of there. 

That night, Eduardo once again took charge, saying, "You girls will sleep in 
the barracks that have been provided for you. You will not be chained or 
bound in any way, but do not try to escape. You will find it is futile." 

But both, Nella and Olivia were determined to get away. Neither of them had 
any desire to be any man's slave. They joined the other four girls in the 
room with the beds, and they lay down on clean sheets, realizing the Blass 
Brothers thought of them as valuable commodities, and treated them as such. 
They would continue being treated like harem girls, enjoying luxury, but at 
the price of fucking and sucking their masters until the two men felt all of 
them proficient enough to be sold. 

While Jose had gone out, and Eduardo had been talking with the last two 
girls, Nella had taken the opportunity to examine the desk where Jose had 
put away the gun. It might be a good idea to take the gun with her when she 
tried making her escape from here. But while looking through the desk, she 
came on a book of records, and in it were listed the names of the various 
buyers with whom Eduardo had been dealing during the past year. There was 
also a list of potential buyers, and now, next to the name of one Don Julio 
Alvarez, Argentina, Eduardo had marked Nella's name. Although the sale of 
Nella to the Don was not yet a certainty, this was the man who would get the 
initial opportunity to purchase her. At least it was better than some of the 
other men listed; men who lived in tiny villages in Central and South 
America, all of whom either owned or operated mines, none of whom had any 
women. Nella was able to envision these towns and villages, each with a 
hundred thousand flies and mosquitoes for every human being and animal-hot, 
dry, dusty, smelly, and extremely uncomfortable. 

Nella also noted four of the other girls had their names marked beside some 
of these mine owners, but she also noticed Olivia's name was conspicuously 
missing. She wondered just why that was. 

Returning to the other room where the girls were being lectured by Eduardo, 
she unnoticeably slipped into the bed that had been earmarked for her. She 
was thinking. 

Unlike Olivia, Nella, who had been fascinated a bit by Jose, hadn't noticed 
that the man was also fascinated by her. If she had, her desire to escape 
would have been tempered. 

Jose Blass was completely fascinated by the golden-haired girl as he had 
never before been in his life. It was the beginning of love, though Jose 
didn't realize it yet. Jose had no thought for profit where Nella was 
concerned. Eduardo, on the other hand, had allowed himself to become 
enamored of Olivia because Olivia, with her chestnut hair, looked like only 
too common a commodity to the undiscerning, and Eduardo was fully aware of 
the fact that Olivia would not bring that good a price. What a shameless 
waste of female flesh that would be, for she had shown herself to be as 
responsive a woman as Nella and Nella was one of the most responsive women 
Eduardo had ever fucked-and she was exceedingly beautiful, even if her body 
was slightly undersized when compared to Nella and the other four women. 
After all, in spite of an occasional French lay, a woman didn't really fuck 
with her breasts. No, it was the conio that mattered most of all. Olivia had 
an extremely receptive cunt, and now that Jose had used his gun barrel to 
remove her maidenhead, the girl would never be able to blame Eduardo for 
deflowering her. But Eduardo was already pragmatically entranced by the girl 
and determined she would eventually become his mistress and bear him 
children to whom he would be able to leave part of this business when the 
time came. 

By the same token, Jose was dreaming of Nella, deciding she had to become 
his, no matter what Eduardo wanted. Though he had not seen his brother take 
the flower from within the golden-haired girl, he knew just by looking at 
her that she was what he wanted. From now on, no one other than Jose would 
minister to Nella. 

Though Olivia knew Jose was entranced with her, she was still determined to 
escape from here. She didn't relish the idea of being any man's chattel, 
even if the man was in love with her and eventually willing to provide her 
with luxury and a wonderful life. Olivia cherished her freedom most of all. 

She lay on the cot with its firm mattress and stared at the ceiling as 
Eduardo put out the light, thinking she had to somehow or other make good 
her escape. The idea of escape had her too overwrought to fall asleep. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Although Nella was unable to tell what time it was, she knew it had to be 
the wee hours of the morning. In another two or three hours daylight would 
appear. Like Olivia, she had been too overwrought to sleep. 

At last, unable to stay in bed any longer, she rose, went to the bathroom in 
case anyone might be listening, emptied her bladder and made sure to double 
flush so that people who might be listening would think she was occupied 
there for awhile, and then she began exploring the building wherein she and 
the girls were. She avoided the large bedroom where she knew Eduardo would 
be sleeping. Her bare feet on the floor made no sound, and she had taken a 
sheet from the bed to cover her nakedness. 

She wandered from room to room, realizing she was in a large hacienda, one 
that must have been built many years before. It was when she found the front 
door that she was startled by another apparition in white, and she realized 
it was Olivia, also wrapped in a sheet, looking for a way out. 

Nella shook her head when pointing at the door, as if to say it might creak 
when it opened, or the sound of bolts being drawn back might be heard in the 
house. She led Olivia to the large morning room to the left, and there they 
found French doors leading out onto a small balcony. Olivia opened one of 
the doors, the two girls stepped out, Nella closed the door behind her, and 
the two of them stepped down on to the dirt three feet below the stone 
balcony. They began walking quickly, their bare feet unused to the ground, 
the pebbles, and the grit, and as a result they were hobbling before they 
had gone a half mile. Nella pointed to some turf covered with high, wild 
grass, and the two of them began walking through that, finding the going 
somewhat easier. They passed a number of small peasant huts, and Nella 
noticed there was a lot of clothing left outside on lines to dry overnight. 
She and Olivia dropped their sheets and put on two peasant dresses they 
found, but they were unable to find coverings for their feet. 

The two girls hurried away, moving upward, following a dirt road, thinking 
this had to be the logical way away from here. They walked for more than 
three hours, and they saw the sun rise to their right, in the east. They 
were heading north, and ahead of them they saw huge mountains, and realized 
they were in a valley surrounded by the mountains. Eduardo had referred to 
it as El Valle. The valley. 

The trail they were on led through the mountains, and to get out of this 
valley one had to cross all the mountains. The two girls moved quickly, as 
quickly as possible. The pebbles in the road cut their feet, but neither 
girl was willing to slow down. As the day went on, they saw peasant carts 
traveling the road, and they tried asking for a lift, but none of the 
peasants understood English. 

It was a little before noon when the large white Rolls-Royce came zooming 
along the road behind them and pulled up. The two Blass brothers jumped from 
the car and ran to the girls, both of whom were all but crippled by now. 
They grabbed them and tossed them into the car, then turned around and 
headed back the way they had come. It took less than an hour-and-a-half to 
get back. 

The other four girls were seated on the large divan in the huge bedroom when 
the two girls were brought in. Eduardo turned to the four and said, "I want 
the four of you to see what happens when you try running away. Aside from 
the punishment, their feet are torn to shreds. But now will come the real 
pain." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"I am sorry, Senorita Nella," Jose was saying to the blonde girl. "But if we 
permitted you to get away without punishment, it might encourage the other 
girls to try running away. I hope you understand, I do this with a heavy 
heart." 

They were in a small, private room, a room with a grille on the window to 
prevent Nella's trying to climb out. Olivia had been led to a separate room. 
Both rooms had small toilets in what amounted to closet-sized rooms, and a 
small sink, but no shower or tub. 

"What are you going to do?" Nella asked, aware of her nakedness now that the 
brothers had removed the clothing she and Olivia had been wearing. She was 
breathing heavily, partly from fear, but partly from being alone with Jose. 
There was something about the man, in spite of his cruelty to Olivia, that 
made her feel drawn to him. 

"I must beat you," he told her. "This will ruin my brother's timetable, for 
the marks on you will not heal for some time, and because of that, he will 
not be able to sell you until then." 

There was a gleam in his eye, but not one of sadism. Nella realized Jose was 
happy, deep down, that she would not be leaving as quickly as most of the 
other girls. 

Jose produced a cord from his pants and said, "Please turn around, Senorita 
Nella." 

"That isn't necessary," Nella told him, her tone making it understood she 
was willing to undergo punishment at his hands. 

"What I will do will hurt," he told her, and roughly spun her around, 
binding her wrists behind her back. His tough treatment of her angered 
Nella, and she began kicking at him. Jose was forced to hurl his weight on 
her and press her, face-down, on the small straw-covered pallet in the room. 
She struggled until she was out of breath, snarling, letting him know how 
angry she was at being treated like chattel. When she was out of strength 
for awhile, he got to his feet and quickly undressed. His penis was close to 
her face, and Nella had a really good look at it. It was slightly longer and 
thicker than Eduardo's, circumcised, which was unusual for a Latin-American, 
with a rich red tip, standing above a set of large, fur-decorated testicles. 
Though the heavy balls promised virility on the part of the man, Nella was 
already aware of how virile this man and his brother were. 

He sat on the edge of the cot and he pulled her over his knee, her face 
staring at the floor. Her rump was raised, nicely rounded, the two white 
hillocks swelling and beckoning to him. 

Nella felt his hands caress her asscheeks, and she shuddered, because there 
was something about Jose's touch that was totally different from that of his 
brother. His fingers caressed the fullness of the flesh, running gently in 
the crack between them, and she panted and sighed, because there was 
something pleasurable in this that she had never known before. 

Then his hand was gone. She saw his shadow on the floor of the room as his 
hand picked up a leather belt, and he said, "With my abject apologies, 
Senorita Nella, but this must be done." 

The strap came down on her bottom, making a loud, sharp, cracking sound. Her 
buttocks turned white for a moment, and then the outline of the strap 
appeared in red. 

"Yaaaahhhh!" Nella cried out, stiffening as much as she was able, 
considering she was bent over Jose's lap. 

"You behaved like a twelve-year-old instead of a mature woman," Jose 
snapped, "and so you shall be punished the same way." 

Again the strap came down, sharply cracking against the rounded upturned 
swells of her lovely bottom. Fire was blazing uncontrollably in her ass, the 
fire of pain as her superbly displayed asscheeks began thrashing about as if 
like two living eggs. 

"Oh, no!" Nella cried out. "No! Don't do this! It hurts!" 

But he closed his ears to her pleas and began swatting in earnest, the strap 
rising and falling on her tender buttocks again and again, lines 
criss-crossing her flesh, causing welts to appear, and then causing the skin 
to crack, and blood to seep out. He refused to stop, and Nella, through it 
all, felt agony, but under the agony she sensed something else. Jose wanted 
her to stay here, as well. She knew long before she was healed, he would 
find yet another excuse to punish her, so that her skin would not be 
unblemished at any time. 

"Count!" Jose yelled, as he landed the tenth lash. "That was number ten. I 
shall stop when I have lashed you thirty times." 

In spite of everything, Nella found herself counting under her breath. Her 
long blonde hair fell around her face, hiding her tear-stained countenance 
from the sight of the man beating her. She shuddered for she realized she 
was some kind of masochist. Through the pain another feeling was making 
itself known. A warm glow suffused the cheeks of her behind as the two 
egg-shaped swells arched and reared and jerked and shuddered, throbbing and 
burning from the leather hitting them. 

At the count of twenty, Jose paused for a moment, his arm tired as he stared 
down at the bleeding, inflamed spheres of fire that were her ass. She felt 
him caressing the sore cheeks with his hands, and through the agony she was 
aware of how soothing it all felt. 

Then he resumed beating her, the slaps resounding through the small room. 
They landed with echoing snaps. Following each blow, her reddened asscheeks 
jumped, clamping against one another as she felt trickles of blood from the 
open wounds, and then she slowly let her buttocks relax and fall apart. 
Tears fell from her face in heavy sheets, dripping to the floor of the tiny 
room, a bare wooden floor with possible splinters in it. Blisters raised on 
her buttocks, only to be broken with the next wallop. Her breathing was 
panting and hurried and she felt a combination of inexpressible shock and 
overwhelming desire for the man. He was not only hurting her and humiliating 
her, but he was arousing her, and doing it with great efficiency. In 
addition, she was aware of her own inner arousal as she felt his penis throb 
against her belly. 

"Twenty-five," Jose said aloud. "Si?" 

Nella was unable to do anything other than sob as she dangled loosely over 
the man's lap. He gave her five more, listening to her continuing cries, 
cries that seemed to come from her very heart. 

She lay helplessly across his lap, now totally submissive, if only for the 
moment, feeling humiliation, trying hard to clamp her thighs together, 
ashamed that she felt arousal from being so soundly whipped. He soothed her 
well-pounded rear-end, his hand smearing blood all over the cheeks as he 
rubbed soothingly, and she felt that arousal continuing to build higher in 
her. 

He was certain she was not aware of her own relaxation. This was a kind of 
punishment he had administered a few times before, and though the other 
females had responded in a like manner, he had never been able to "feel" 
their arousal as he "felt" this one's. Her large, white thighs separated 
more, and the emphatic crack in her jutting ass widened all the more, 
displaying even more of her swollen private parts. Curly strands of hair, 
like golden thread appeared between the lower curves of her hind cheeks, and 
soon he was staring at the sun-gold swell of her genital bulge. 

He didn't see the inner lips, the outer labia were so puffed up they looked 
like little pillows, so well-stuffed, the seam between them was barely 
visible. Yet the leakage from her cunt was clear to the eye, and Jose knew 
how aroused she had become because of his beating. His staring at the 
throbbing pussy filled him with even more arousal. 

Nella knew the beating was over, and wondered why it was she felt something 
for this strange, evil man who had whipped her that she had never been able 
to feel for any other man. Granted his brother had made love to her and had 
aroused her, but the feeling she had for this particular man had come about 
long before he had touched her, and his touch, to her, felt like something 
special. 

The moment his fingers reached in and touched her pouting vaginal swell, she 
gasped as electrical delight went shooting insanely through her. An instant 
later, as he tickled her pubic mound, she realized she was letting him know 
how much she enjoyed his touch, and that was something she ought not to do. 
She tried clamping her thighs together, but he hooked a heel over one of her 
ankles and that leg was held apart from the other. 

"My God!" Nella gasped. "Is this part of the punishment?" 

"No!" Jose responded, rubbing her cuntlips. "This is because I cannot help 
myself. I find you impossible to resist. Were you not valuable merchandise, 
you would be my woman now." 

Now Nella knew his feelings for her were very strong. She wasn't certain 
whether it was pure lust or if it was something stronger, but she intended 
playing on those feelings, possibly in order to win her freedom, but if that 
was impossible, she would make him want her so much, he would either never 
want to be parted from her, or, even if Eduardo succeeded in having his way 
and she was sold, he would never forget her. Even so, she mustn't make it 
look like she was an easy, willing conquest. No matter how much desire she 
felt for the man, she had to put up a front and make him think she was not 
some easy tramp his beatings and caressings would win over. 

So she grunted and sobbed, pretending to shiver with fear while she actually 
trembled with desire as his fingers tickled their way through her sparse, 
silken hair, tracing the bulge of her feminine split-purse, teasing at the 
seamed center. 

Jose stroked down the center of the warm, supple, and extremely tightly 
clenched labia, and then he pushed a finger between them ... letting it 
slide between her inner pink lips as well, and into the rich succulence of a 
wet cunt. 

"Unnnnhhh ... oh no ... no ... no ... oh, God ... no ... don't ... " she 
gasped. 

Jose refused to verbally respond. The activity of his delving hand, the 
intense internal heat, and the marvelous softness of her dribbling cunt had 
become overpoweringly stirring for him, and he had no intention of wasting 
time with words. He pushed his fingers deeper into the slavering pink cleft, 
wiggling the fingertip around inside, then pulling it back until he was able 
to touch the little bulb of swollen flesh on top, making it shudder and 
extend itself. It twitched spasmodically at his touch and tried pulling 
away, her feet pressing against the hard wooden floor. 

Searing thrills charged through Nella as Jose continued tickling her 
clitoris. Another of his fingers pushed into the narrow strait of her 
seething, bubbling cunt, and he became aware of just how tight she was in 
there. As he continued stroking his finger in and out, her labia filled with 
blood and swelled some more, as did her clitoris, the latter rearing up from 
a hooded frenulum, erecting to its full length, making Nella sigh. 

Clear, slippery oozing liquid continued flowing from the wet, burbling 
parting sweetness of her upended vagina, and though Nella tried to keep up 
the pretense of agony, all she felt was delight. More and more of the hot, 
oily juices flowed from within her. The aperture between her labia widened 
farther apart. Slowly, though she tried fighting it, Nella realized she was 
feeling an incredible sense of pleasure not even Eduardo had been able to 
build in her. He rubbed with a clever gentleness, caressing her clitoris 
repeatedly, making it stand straight up like a throbbing little penis. 
Quivering quake after violent shake went trammeling through her body. 
Rippling sensations of sheer ecstasy blasted through her. A great knot 
seemed to coil in the depths of her lower body. She continually panted and 
gasped, and still the tall man whose legs she lay across continued his 
tantalizing ministrations. 

Jose refused to stop until he had attained the goal he was seeking. He had a 
sense of awareness with Nella he had never had with any other woman, and he 
seemed to know when he had achieved his goal. She was moaning, inwardly 
contracting, and then, "AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAA GGGGHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGG 
HHHHAAAAIIIIIYYYY EEEEAAAA-GGGGG HHHHAAAGGH!" 

It was an orgasm that filled her with the greatest utmost pleasure, and she 
shuddered with a sense of delight Eduardo had never been able to produce in 
her. Jose had done more with his finger than Eduardo had done with his cock. 
In fact, knowing how cruel and vicious this man was, she felt more attracted 
to him than ever. She had never known the gun she had been carrying was a 
harmless weapon because it had never occurred to her to try and use it, and 
when he had taken it from her when first bringing her back to the car, she 
knew she wasn't capable of killing anyone at any time. 

She lay there over his knees, a helpless prey to the frenzied pulsations of 
raw rapture that had charged through her body, heightened, not lessened, by 
the pain this man had made her feel. He was a bullying savage, and yet she 
was unable to keep herself from feeling strong sensations concerning him. 
Her legs fell limply apart, and her weight seemed to increase. She groaned, 
sighed, then sighed again. Maddening thrills rocked and spasmed through her, 
one after the other. 

Then and only then did Jose lift her from his lap. He made her lie down on 
the pallet in the room, facedown. His hand ran over her smooth, white back, 
and he caressed her ass again and again, noting the cuts were already 
forming scabs. They would take some time to heal. 

Standing, he went to the bathroom, wet a paper towel, and brought it to wash 
her buttocks, removing all the dried blood. He made sure she was completely 
cleaned, then said to her, "What I do now, senorita, I do for myself, and 
not because I wish to inflict punishment on you. I think you must be a 
bruja, a witch, for I have never felt such intense desire for a woman in my 
life." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Eduardo Blass was more angry at himself than at Olivia, and his anger 
stemmed from his desire for her. The desire was for more than her physical 
being. After all, in the next three weeks he would be able to fuck her 
silly, and then sell her for ten thousand dollars to some grizzled 
prospector. But Eduardo's anger stemmed from his wanting to have Olivia 
desire him. More, he wanted it to be something other than a temporary 
relationship. The man was now thirty-three, and he needed sons to follow 
after him and keep the family business going. 

Alone in the little room where he had brought Olivia, he waited until she 
nakedly emerged from the closet-like bathroom, and then his anger at himself 
for wanting her became so strong, he slapped her across the face-hard. She 
went reeling across the room and landed on the straw pallet that passed for 
a bed. Then he pulled off his belt, and standing over her, proceeded to 
whale the tar out of her, criss-crossing lashes on her white skin, marking 
her all over, marking her shoulders, her arms, and her thighs, knowing with 
such visible marks on her, she would not be salable. 

Dropping the belt, he strode over to her, gripped her by her sore shoulders, 
and lifted her up. The frightened brown-haired girl wanted to cower away 
from him, but the touch of his hands on her shoulders was too much. For the 
first time in her life, the young girl felt something other than disdain for 
a man. It was too soon to call it love, but she did know it was something 
strong, something vibrant, something important. 

His arms locked around her like oversized mandibles, making her gasp out an, 
"Oh!" just before his lips came crushing down on hers. She tried pulling 
away. Just because she felt something different for this man was no excuse 
for him to behave as he had. To begin with, he traded in human flesh, which, 
in her eyes, was disgusting. Then he had beaten her for trying to escape. 
Did he think she wouldn't try getting away? It was her right to try and 
escape. 

He held her close to him, his mouth solidly locked on hers, his arms 
squeezing her more tightly. She vainly tried pushing him away, her hands 
pressing against his shoulders, but he never even noticed. 

Eduardo tightly clung to the squirming little creature, refusing to release 
her, knowing she would stop struggling in a moment. His macho image of 
himself had him convinced he would be able to win her over, but even as he 
thought this, he knew it was much more. He had feelings for her-feelings he 
had never had for any other female. All other women, many younger than this 
one, many prettier, almost all of them better-built, had passed through this 
hacienda in El Valle on their way to enslavement in South America. He had 
fucked them all, in essence loved them all, had even had feelings for quite 
a few of them, yet none of them had affected him as this one did. 

She was soft, tender, as he had known she would be. He felt the swells of 
those small breasts against his chest, the nipples gouging holes in him the 
like of which he had never felt before. He had to cup them in his hands and 
kiss them with his lips. 

Olivia pushed and pushed, but soon found she was unable to budge the man. 
She was aware of the strong muscular arm behind her back, gripping her two 
wrists at the moment. His free hand had found her upthrust breasts, and his 
fingers caressed them, fingers fluttering tenderly over them as if they were 
two delicate birds who would be crushed if he squeezed the littlest bit too 
hard. Her breath came even faster through her flaring nostrils, and she 
smelled the clean smell of after-shave and soap on him, hating the fact that 
he held her as easily as he would a struggling child. Against her will her 
nipple extended as his palm continued caressing it. Her entire small breast 
snuggled into his palm, as if made to fit there, and she kept screaming in 
her own head that this vicious bastard didn't deserve to have her. She hated 
him, and yet she knew deep down it was the reverse. Still she struggled, 
refusing to willingly surrender herself. If he wanted her, he would have to 
rape her. There was nothing she could do about it. He was too strong for 
her. After awhile, she went limp in his arms, hoping this monster who had 
kidnapped her and who had brutally whipped her would take mercy on her. But 
deep down she didn't want mercy. Her subconscious wanted loving, for if, by 
some miracle, she was able to win this man over and split him away from his 
brother, then her own future would be more secure. She had no desire to be 
sold into slavery like some animal. 

"This is much better," Eduardo murmured, feeling her going limp in his arms. 
Her breast continued swelling in his palm, and he decided that even if it 
wasn't a large breast, it was a round, well-shaped breast, and it felt so 
good. 

He pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, between her 
little white teeth, and he was surprised that her breath tasted good. He 
continued caressing her breasts with his free hand, also running the hand 
over her flat belly again and again. She was limp now, but he knew from 
having witnessed what had happened when Jose had used the gun on her that 
she was a wildcat when aroused. But he would have to be careful that when 
she did become aroused she didn't use her nails on his face. It wouldn't 
look seemly for the other women to see fingernails scratches on his face. He 
had to look like a totally dominant man at all times. 

The beautiful Olivia no longer knew what to think. Her mind was whirling, 
bouncing back and forth between hating this man and wanting to love him and 
capture him for herself. Common sense told her countless other females must 
have tried it over the years, and failed. Why then, did she have this 
overpowering belief that she would succeed? She held her breath as he 
continued caressing her breasts, making her nipples so turgid, she thought 
they would pop at any moment-two extended brown buds, looking like coffee 
beans ripe and ready to be ground. His was only the second male hand to 
touch her breast-Jose's having been the first-but it was so different from 
the way Jose had touched her, and she felt so much overpowering electricity 
shooting through her as he caressed her mammaries again and again. His hand 
was talking to her in a language she understood as clearly as she had not 
been able to understand Jose. Blood rushed through her nipples over and 
over, causing them to expand to a far greater size than they had ever 
previously been, until she was afraid they would literally burst. A 
pervading warmth and tingling ran through her quaking body, spreading from 
that nipple in rippling waves. Sensations reached right down into the soles 
of her feet as well as to the roots of her hair. Olivia sensed a point of 
no-return being about to be reached. If she didn't stop him now, not only 
would he physically possess her, but he would become part of her, as she 
would become part of him. She had to try and stop him, now! It too all her 
strength to pull her lips from his. 

"No ... please ... beat me if you wish, torture me ... but not this, don't 
do this to me," she begged, and he knew she was feeling what he was feeling. 

His hand came up to cup her face and she stared into her bright brown eyes 
with his own evil glare. His eyes, staring at hers, spoke the same language 
his hand had spoken to her breast, a language she not only comprehended, but 
responded to. 

"No digas nada, chica! Hush!" he told her, his voice a fierce whisper unable 
to hide the first hint of gentleness in him. 

Olivia stared back at him, a complete slave to him, still terrified, but 
feeling a tingling sense of arousal and excitement because she knew right 
now this would play itself out right to the end. His thin lips began to 
softly kiss her cheeks, and she shut her eyes as she inwardly shuddered, 
feeling seething sensations flash uncontrollably through her quaking body. 

"Oh ... please. . . Senor Blass ... Eduardo ... " she said, daring to use 
the first name she had heard his brother use. 

An enervation slowly seeped through her, turning her legs to rubber. She was 
aware of moisture between her thighs, and she knew what it was. Technically 
she was still a virgin. No penis had yet claimed her vagina, and now this 
man's was going to, and the shameful thing was, she was actually responsive 
to his wants and needs. 

"I hurt you a minute ago because I had to," he told her. "The other women 
must understand that escape is something that will be punished. They will 
see the scars, the cuts, the bruises, and it will be enough. But now I wish 
to take away all the hurt, senorita." 

His lips kissed their way down her slender throat, while his hand continued 
roving over both her naked breasts, aware of the way they involuntarily 
quivered. He was aware of her breathing intensifying as he continually 
kissed his way over the lovely contours of her cheeks, her ears, and her 
neck. It was as if he had waited an entire lifetime for this lovely woman, 
and she was indeed someone worth waiting for. 

Her breasts, though small, were beautiful. They rose like small hills from 
her narrow rib cage, and right now they were heaving as her nipples swelled, 
the blood in them turning them from soft brown to a reddish-brown, tiny 
stiffened fingers extended in burning desire. The man felt his own interior 
furnace blistering with white-hot flame, his penis stiffer than a crowbar, 
hammering in pulses inside his black shorts, trying hard to escape the 
painful prison. 

"Uuuuunnnhhhh ... hhhhaaannnnhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh ..." she breathed strongly 
as she felt his mouth close damply around her extended nipple. 

His tongue washed the flesh making circular movements, swirling around and 
around the little nubbin. Olivia's eyes were tightly closed to shut out 
everything other than the feeling of his heated mouth that continually 
worked on her breast as his hand constantly caressed the one his mouth 
didn't touch. It was as if he was sucking milk from the chalice of her small 
breast, letting it be fed into his voraciously sucking mouth. 

Her hand fluttered feebly, trying to move, and he sensed she would be more 
amenable now, so he released her. She was a prisoner of her own internal 
self rather than of the man at this moment. 

Olivia's hand came around and her fingers gently wove their way through 
Eduardo's tight, curly hair, pressing on the back of his head and urging his 
mouth even closer to her, wanting him to engulf the entire breast. His nose 
mashed into her white flesh. 

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes ... " she sighed as the man's teeth bit into one 
red-hot, rock-solid pebble of nipple. 

Eduardo felt the lovely girl's spine stiffen as she arched herself forward, 
the better to feel what he was doing to her. Her head was thrown back in 
ultimate passion, and he knew from his nesting place between her breasts, 
without even looking, that for the moment her eyes were closed and her blind 
face was looking at the ceiling as if pleading to heaven to feel more of 
that which she was presently enjoying. Well he certainly intended giving her 
more. 

His hands began running up and down her arms very gently as his mouth 
continued feeding at her breasts. He mustn't frighten her or snap her out of 
the trance into which she had fallen. She was his now, and Eduardo wanted 
her-wanted her physically as well as emotionally and psychologically. He had 
to dominate this woman of all women totally and completely. His hands played 
up and down her spine as if the bones making up her backbone were piano 
keys. She opened her eyes to look into his for a moment as he kissed her 
lips. Those big, hurt brown eyes were glazed, letting him know she was 
ablaze with the lust he was building in her. But he was doing more, much 
more. 

"Come to me," he whispered, opening his arms, freeing her, giving her the 
opportunity to back away if she so chose. But she didn't. 

Rather she rushed to him, was surrounded by him, and his mouth pressed 
itself to hers as his tongue began exploring the softness of her mouth, 
touching the tender gums, the little white points of her sharp teeth, then 
plunging his tongue all the way into her tonsils. He was fucking her mouth 
with his tongue, doing to her mouth what Jose had done to her cunt with his 
pistol. She eagerly accepted his sucking tongue, her breath steaming from 
her nostrils in twin jets. 

His mind sensed the animal desire throbbing in his cock, and it took all his 
willpower to keep from hurling her onto the pallet and fucking her then and 
there. He had to take his time, and that was what he did. 

His hands began massaging her very slender waist, teasing the soft white 
flesh, and all the while his tongue continued fucking her oral cave in a 
long French kiss. He caressed her back, rubbing her flesh, feeling the marks 
he had made on her skin with the belt, inwardly cursing himself for the 
first time for having hurt a female. He still didn't understand just why 
this particular female aroused him so much when other more beautiful women, 
women with delightful personalities, had gone unnoticed by him save that he 
had trained them to be perfect lovers and slaves. 

His hand cupped her small, tight asscheeks, rubbing them again and again, 
his fingers probing into the crack between them, feeling no resistance 
whatsoever. He crushed her nakedness to him for a moment, then let go, 
stepping back to admire her flesh. She was so delightfully slender, so 
fragile-looking, with sleek white arms and softly rounded shoulders that led 
his eye to the small, swollen thrusts of her breasts, breasts tipped with 
nut-brown nipples, breasts supported on a tiny, fragile rib cage, a rib cage 
that looked so narrow it seemed impossible that it was able to support even 
these tiny breasts. The ribs narrowed even more, leading to a waist he was 
able to span with both hands. 

Her hips didn't swell out too much-just enough so it was obvious they were 
the hips of a female. She had slender thighs and small calves, leading to 
very slender ankles and equally tiny feet. 

He stared at the brown patch of hair on her pelvis, a patch a little thicker 
and longer than he normally liked, hiding her vagina at the moment, and yet 
he had to admit there was something so absolutely sexy about her, he had to 
make her his, for a little while, anyway. Eduardo admitted he liked the idea 
of having a wife and family, but the wife would have to understand he 
intended going on making his living this way, and as long as he had enough 
cock left over for the wife, she must never complain about his fucking other 
women. 

Olivia was the first female to start him thinking along such lines, and he 
knew it might well be a long, long time before he found another female for 
whom he had so much feeling. As a result, his mind had already decided to 
convince her to stay here with him. Almost any other female would have 
preferred that to the alternative, but this Olivia was a strong-willed 
woman, and she might not. Perhaps it was a combination of her beauty and her 
strong will that attracted him to her. He would do for her what he had never 
done for one of his slave women. He would taste her vaginal flesh and give 
her the thrill of his tongue delving into her body. 

Olivia lay on her back on the pallet, not certain if she had resigned 
herself to this or if the man had hypnotized her in some way. She watched 
him remove his clothing, for the first time having an opportunity to admire 
his body. He was well-built, and he was well-hung. If his penis wasn't as 
long as the muzzle of the pistol used in her vagina, it was thicker and 
still an awesome thing. She surmised that though it was slightly shorter 
than Jose's, it looked to be almost as thick, and she was only too well 
aware of the length and thickness of Jose's penis, having swallowed every 
last inch of it in her throat and in her ass. 

Still another voice inside her was telling her this was all wrong, and that 
she was nothing more than someone to be used and eventually sold off, like 
hanging beef. Even as her thighs relaxed and she parted them thinking this 
might be wrong, something else inside her told her it was the thing to do. 
All her life she had worked hard, and men had tried taking advantage of her. 
She knew she was more than just pretty, but she also knew most men thought 
in terms of short-term affairs. She felt different at this moment, exalted, 
about to undergo an awesome experience, and it was something she had to have 
at all costs. 

Eduardo saw her large doe eyes widen and stare at his dangling penis, noting 
the size and shape of it, comparing it to his brother's. He knew Jose was 
the littlest bit longer and the tiniest bit thicker, but his brother lacked 
his natural expertise when it came to fucking. Size counted less than 
knowing what to do with what one had. 

Olivia saw the weeping tear from the sightless eye of the penis, the tear 
shed because of the overpowering desire the penis had to be buried in a 
female vault. Well, now she was about to grant that wish, and because she 
had never really had a penis in that part of her before, she did feel a 
little frightened of it. 

"The pill!" she said to him. 

She was referring to the pill she should take after having had sexual 
intercourse with a man-a pill he had given to the other five females, but 
one she hadn't had to take since a penis had yet to enter her womanly cove. 
Taken within forty-eight hours, it prevented babies. 

"No pill for you," Eduardo told her, making his decision a finality. 

"I'll become pregnant," she gasped. 

"I want you to stay here," he told her. "I want you to bear my sons. You 
will have a good life, a much better life than the one you had working in 
New York, having men ogle you. I will give you my name, and I will give you 
my fortune. You, in turn, will allow me to continue earning my living as I 
wish, as long as I can come to you at least four nights a week and give you 
the love you will so richly deserve." 

"Y-you're proposing to me?" she gasped. 

"Si!" 

"It has to be some kind of trick, to make me agree to what you want to do to 
me." 

"I am a Blass. I do not trick women. I have always been straightforward with 
them. From this moment on you will belong to me." 

"What about the profit you would have made selling me?" 

"I was going to sell Senorita Nella for fifty thousand. Now I shall sell her 
for sixty thousand and make up for what I have lost." 

"Are you blind?" she asked. "Haven't you seen the eyes with which your 
brother has been looking at Nella?" 

"It doesn't matter," Eduardo insisted. "I am the patron here. Jose will do 
as I say. Nella is far too valuable for him to keep as his woman. Besides, 
he has a few years yet before he should choose a woman." 

"I don't know," she said, her eyes locked on his hard, solid body, the 
shoulders and chest muscles bulging, his belly as flat as a ballet dancer's. 
But the muscle that awed her the most was that monster hardening between his 
thighs. 

"The offer will remain open for as long as you wish," he told her, kneeling 
on the edge of the bed, never taking his eyes from hers. His hands spanned 
her waist easily, and he bent his head and once again began kissing her 
nipples, one at a time. His fingers trailed across the flat softness of her 
belly, his palm rubbing her pelvis. 

"Ah, you are most beautiful," he whispered, kissing her. You have small 
breasts, yet they are large enough. Your vaginal mount pouts mere than that 
of most other women, and I have already seen the kind of reaction you show 
when something is inside your body. This time I shall be the one inside 
you." He pulled her against him as he lay beside her. 

Every soft hollow of hers fitted his hard swells. Every valley fitted his 
jutting self, and she turned her face toward his, for the first time eager, 
no longer feeling pain, no longer caring, because for the first time in her 
life Olivia had found a man who cared about her. She didn't care that he was 
a slaver. She didn't care about anything other than the fact that he was a 
handsome man who cared about her. So she gave herself up completely to the 
indescribably wonderful pleasure of the nakedly lusting man who lay beside 
her. She wanted what he wanted! She wanted his cock buried inside her. She 
wanted to be fucked! 

It was her hand that moved down between them, and she wrapped her small, 
delicate white fingers around the mammoth tool extending from between his 
thighs, loving the feel of the blood coursing through the penis, as well as 
the wild appreciative jerks it made against her palm. She shuddered, knowing 
it would inflict pain the first time into her, even if she no longer had a 
hymen. It would stretch her, for now that it was at its full length and 
breadth, she realized it was somewhat thicker than the barrel of the pistol. 
But something within her kept urging her to bury the organ inside. 

"Ayyyy ... carrrammmmba ... I want you so, woman!" he said to her, the groan 
deep in his throat when her hand began sliding rapturously up and down his 
solid column of muscle, pulling the outer casing of skin up and down. His 
fingers pinched her nipple until he was afraid it might burst. 

Olivia felt the incredible heat of his skin against her, warming her to a 
fevered state. God! She loved the man! It was incredible, especially 
considering the fact that he had just taken a belt to her, but she actually 
loved the man. 

Abruptly he pulled her over on top of him, making her lie full length, her 
small breast pressed sensuously against his prickly chest hairs with his 
enormous phallus pulsing wildly against her small belly. 

Reaching down, he gathered the tiny globes of her buttocks in his hard hands 
and he began squeezing them, pressing her all the more solidly against him, 
keeping his maddened prick buried tightly between the compressing flatnesses 
of their bodies, sandwiched for the moment like a huge knockwurst 
threatening to swell so much it would split its outer casing. Their tongues 
dueled back and forth, fucking in and out of each other's mouths in 
salivating fury, and their hearts began a twin-hammered beat that continued 
building higher and higher. 

Yes, Eduardo decided this would be the woman for him. Now he had to taste 
that sweet womanly center of hers where no man's cock had previously 
entered. 

"Uuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssssss ... Eduardo-o-o-o-o-o ... " she moaned softly, 
her mouth having been released by his. He yanked on her buttocks as she 
straddled him. He bent her knees, forcing her forward so that they pressed 
into his shoulders, and now her vagina was wide open and directly above his 
face. Now he was able to stare into the delectable pinkness of it, seeing 
her rich vulva, the inner lips swollen so that she looked like a flower 
opening its petals. The cunt was soaked with the juices that were deep 
within, and more was flowing rapidly out of her. The glistening labia shone 
in the dim light, and he wanted to lick that sweet-tasting juice more and 
more, making room for the rest that ached to flow out. He lifted his head 
and craned his neck a little, sending his tongue sliding smoothly over the 
slippery swollen lips in a long, swishing lick. 

"Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ... aaaannnnnhhh ... darrrrlinnng!" the lovely 
chestnut-haired girl gasped, arching her pelvis forward, for the first time 
giving of herself. 

The touch of his licking tongue sent wild shivers of red-hot iron flaking 
through her inner self, and the flakes chipped away at a million different 
places inside her. It was as if her brain was now between her thighs, 
sending out messages of morse code in dots and dashes of total wanton 
rapture. His tongue was maddeningly licking away at her tantalizing 
womanhood, making her cunt widen all the more to his lingual onslaught. 

Eduardo continued licking the sweet muskiness of her womanly fluid, draining 
it from her vaginal lips, relishing the taste and deeply inhaling the aroma 
of this beautiful hot and luscious female. Nectar would not have tasted 
better. 

Her fleshy curtains seemed to pull wider and wider apart in order to receive 
the probe of his tongue. She quivered and moaned against his mouth, and he 
felt the base of her spine stiffen as his hands continued tightly gripping 
her buttocks. He increased the wet lashing his tongue gave her vagina, and 
she shuddered and moaned with appreciation. 

Momentarily, he pulled away to look licentiously at the sodden opening of 
her quivering vagina, noting how lovely it looked, outlined in the soft 
sparseness of the brown hair that was matting around the edges. Then he 
leaned forward and soul-kissed her vulva lips, plunging his tongue into the 
seething depths of her sodden vagina. 

"Hunh ... annh ... onh ... ggghhhhuuunnnnn-ggghhh!" she gasped almost 
noiselessly as she jerked her loins back and forth, clamping her knees 
tightly around his ears. 

The white-hot poker that was his lingual organ impaled her to her very 
vitals, sending searing flames through her weakened veins. Her body bent 
itself forward, doubling over like a primitive maiden ramming a marriage 
stake into herself. Her fingers gripped his black, curly hair, and she 
pushed with the intent of shoving his tongue that much more deeply into her. 
It was as if she had to have his whole head pushed into the sauna of her 
cunt, deeper and deeper and deeper inside her until she had swallowed him 
alive. 

Eduardo caught his breath, aware of his cock jerking insanely beneath him. 
He sank the full length of his slender tongue into the narrow-walled vagina, 
feeling the ridges of inner muscle coil and compress around the oral organ 
as if her cunt was doing the sucking. When he whipped the tongue out, he 
rubbed it against her clitoris, and sent another sizzling thrill charging 
through her shuddering body. He sucked on the little pellet as if it were a 
mini-cock and he wanted to drain some precious fluid from its center. This 
made her go insane, and she rotated her loins, trying to shove his entire 
head into her cunt. 

"Ohhhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssss ... Godddduhhhh ... it feels so good 
... so good ... so good," she gasped, her body swaying and jerking in wild 
and maddening contortions, her hands pulling so hard on the man's hair she 
was afraid she might pull it out of his scalp. Convulsive spasms charged 
through her again and again. 

Dios! She was one woman in two billion. Eduardo knew he would never have 
been content with any other woman, and the rest of his life would have been 
spent teaching other women the right way to fuck while never having a mate 
of his own. He sucked harder, and her juices flowed heavily into his mouth, 
as he sucked and pulled with his lips, draining her cunt of its oily 
contents while his hands ran into the crack between the cheeks of her ass. 

Olivia felt sensations of madness wash through her, and she knew she was 
being reduced to an unreasoning animal, jerking to lascivious oral 
manipulations with no thought in her head other than to move another step 
closer to the pinnacle of total delight. She was doing everything 
instinctively, never having done anything like this before. 

Nor did she protest when he pushed a finger into her rectum. She was his now 
... she had surrendered herself to him because she knew that when he had 
professed love to her, he had meant it. She felt the finger move deeper into 
her rectum, but it didn't hurt as much as Jose's penis had hurt. Still, she 
felt the finger, and combined with the tongue probing into her cunt, it felt 
good. God! Both her orifices were filled with parts of this man she loved, 
though she was still afraid to think the word, knowing how many people 
thought they loved only to discover it was momentary fascination. She eased 
back on the finger probing her behind, then rode forward on the tongue 
probing into her vagina. She pumped up and down, feeling his tongue pull out 
now and then and rub against her clitoris. She was getting close now, about 
to hit the heights, and then he stopped licking and slid his hands under her 
arms. He lifted her off his face, holding her at arm's length, and said, 
"Will you stay here with me, chica?" 

"You know it!" she gasped. 

"Tell me then, tell me what you want." 

"I want you, Eduardo, I want to feel that great big cock of yours fill my 
cunt to overflowing. Por favor!" 

"Ah, you learn the language quickly when you wish to," he smiled. 

Holding her at arm's length, he moved her back, then slowly set her down on 
top of his penis, and when he let go, his cock, aimed just right, pushed 
into her cunt, and little by little she felt her flesh seemingly spiral down 
the throbbing penile pole. Oh, Christ! She had encased him tighter than a 
fish-skin condom. But then, she was such a tiny girl, and the penis now 
filling her vagina was monstrous. 

Dios mio," he gasped, gritting his teeth together tightly. 

He was aware of his rod jerking deep inside her, throbbing against the 
encasement of flesh, and he wondered how such a tiny channel was capable of 
stretching so much to hold something as thick as his cock. 

Olivia panted and shuddered, feeling pain, but refusing to admit as much. 
She was filled with the man of her choice, a man who had beaten her and who 
had enslaved her with the intent of selling her, yet she liked him the 
moment she saw him in that bedroom, and now she knew she loved him. So she 
would endure the pain and pretend it didn't exist if only to make him enjoy 
everything so much more. For under that initial layer of stretching pain she 
already felt the titillations of pleasure beginning to build. 

She was so tight inside, Eduardo felt the pressure right up to his ears. He 
was aware of his blood beating in his head, throbbing like a jungle drum. 
God! He had never known such a tight cunt in his entire life. She was almost 
too much for him, and he prayed to heaven he wasn't injuring her, but he had 
to go on fucking her. 

His hands slid up the satin-fleshed ivory sides of her body to her small, 
but firm, breasts. They shuddered as his fingers closed around them, and 
then she rotated her hips in an ecdysiast's grind, moaning, "Darling, sweet 
Eduardo, I love you," and the slave dealer knew everything was going to be 
all right. 

Experimentally the beautiful girl began rotating her hips a little, 
wondering if she might be internally bleeding again as that huge knife of 
penis cut all the more deeply into her so that she felt the tip of the organ 
must be cutting through her, slicing into her stomach. She felt so filled 
that even her lungs felt constrained at the moment, one being pressed one 
way, the other pressed the other way by the upward thrust of the penis 
through her center. Timidly, she moved her hips again, feeling his cock 
clanging around inside her like a bell clapper, and she shook with 
vibrations again and again. 

Eduardo laughed, and squeezed her small, firm breasts, raising her hips in 
order to knife his cock even deeper into her sucking cunt. Little by little 
her interior became accustomed to his immensity, and slowly but surely she 
widened, her creamy little breasts jiggling against his palms as he ground 
his cock all the more strongly into the narrow constriction of her cunt. He 
kissed her hungrily, greedily, and he began rotating his hips in a grinding 
motion, setting her vagina on fire with fevered sensations of lust. 

Olivia no longer thought about the nightmare she had undergone the past 
twelve hours. All she knew was, she was about to reach the zenith of her 
very existence as a great tide inside her came pounding closer and closer. 
She rose higher and higher, and Eduardo was grunting, making all kinds of 
unintelligible sounds. Every driving thrust of his powering tool brought her 
one step closer to the heaven she was seeking. Her senses seemed to leave 
her stranded on this shore of pure inner sensation where nothing mattered 
but the thundering rage of the rod she rode bringing her closer to heaven. 

"Huuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, her hands digging into his steel-solid 
arms, feeling the ridges and hollows of muscle. 

"Come, querida ... " he said to her. "You can do ... it ... come ... si ... 
come ..." he panted, begging her to join him in the fevered quest for 
paradise as her body continued up and down as surely as if she were riding a 
horse on a merry-go-round. 

Eduardo knew that any second now he would blow straight up to the sky. This 
was the woman to hold above all others. 

Olivia's lovely head was rolling from side to side, and her hands were 
gripping his arms, her fingernails digging into Eduardo's flesh, tearing 
stripes along them that would leave him clawed, and let the other girls know 
that she had exacted a revenge for the beating he had given her. The feeling 
in her was beginning, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer until she 
simply exploded. She was about to feel a penile-induced vaginal orgasm, one 
that would be incredible and one that would never be forgotten. 

"Si, si, si, keep moving," Eduardo encouraged, his voice high-pitched, his 
rock-solid hips lifting so high off the bed she was hoisted on his petard as 
his hands clenched her hips like claw hammers. She felt the teeming, 
boiling, seething spurt of his fluid blast into her cunt like a fire hose, 
searing her internal self and triggering that sought-after orgasm. 

"AAAAIIIIYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGG HHH-UUUUNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHH-UUUURRRRGGGG 
HHHH AAAANNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUUU WWWWAAAAGGGG HHH-AAAARRRRGGG HHHAAAAIIII 
YYYYAAAA, GGGHHHHH AAAAGGGG HHHHHHH!" she screamed in the agony of total 
bliss, stuck on his blasting cock like a butterfly on a pin. 

The fiery liquid shots began spraying insanely through her quaking body as 
more and more sensation filled her. Oils erupted from the pit of her vagina 
and washed the length of his cock, mingling with his semen and letting the 
combination fall onto his pelvis. 

Eduardo gripped Olivia's hips as if holding onto a life raft. He was lost in 
a sea of turmoiled emotion as great hoses of cream flashed into the sucking 
hollow of this lovely young girl. She was milking his cock with a vagina 
that had never before known a cock, but felt as if it had gripping, 
squeezing hands inside. 

For Olivia, it was a ride to heaven on a fiery pylon, and that pylon filled 
her with exquisite delight. She fell forward on Eduardo, moaning, sighing, 
out of breath. 

"From now on you are mine," Eduardo told her. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Jose's throbbing cock was hard, extended, anxious to be buried in Nella's 
teeming pussy. After having beaten her so mercilessly, he certainly owed her 
what he felt was a redeeming fuck. He stood before her, looking down at her 
golden head, realizing the sight of her was affecting him more and more. He 
was beginning to feel love, something totally foreign to him. 

"I am now going to fuck you," he told Nella. 

"I'll try and fight you," she insisted, her arms still bound behind her as 
she lay on her belly on the bed, the pallet of straw. 

She did struggle too, when he pulled her to her knees, but she allowed her 
knees to remain under her and didn't fall flat on her belly again. Her two 
large breasts hung down like dangling bells, the nipples looking like 
clapper-tips that were extended from beneath. The breasts jiggled and 
floated freely, bouncing as if filled with liquid, moving up and down like 
buoys afloat on the seas. 

Jose liked the crests which were a rich pink, and when he touched them and 
blood rushed into them, the nipples turned almost scarlet. He knew his 
brother had deflowered this one, and that ought to have bothered him 
emotionally, but it didn't. Usually, he didn't care one way or the other 
because the girls were always ready to be shipped out within three weeks. 
This time he didn't care because he felt something new and different and 
stirring for this lovely girl whose hair was the color of the sun. 

Jose moved around behind her and climbed onto the pallet and looped an arm 
around her tantalizingly naked waist. His hand reached down and fingers 
taunted her vulva, rubbing her clitoris, teasing it as if it were a nipple 
growing at the apex of her inner labia. 

Nella felt her vagina leaking heavy quantities of fluid, and she knew there 
was no use in pretending, though she refused to come right out and admit she 
wanted the man to fuck her. Then he would lord it over her, strutting like a 
peacock. 

She whimpered when his finger moved away from her clitoris, and she had to 
clamp her lips tightly together to keep from begging him to return his hand 
to her cunt. He looped his arm around her outer thigh now, two fingers 
spreading her vaginal lips apart, while his other hand gripped his cock and 
aimed it at the orifice for which it was meant. He took careful aim, then 
clenched his buttocks, and ... 

The hot, hard, thickness of his penile head stabbed its way between the 
tantalizing backs of her thighs and moved between the soft lobes of her 
outer labia, spreading her inner labia. The inner pinknesses were already 
spread and waiting, all but sagging in pleasure as he rubbed her clitoral 
bud, making her cunt drip with oily nectar in order to more easily welcome 
the cock inside. 

Nella's mouth gasped and fell open and her eyes snapped wide, as well. 
Though she had been expecting this, and though his brother had already 
deflowered her, she had not expected anything this thick trying to wend its 
way into her. There was an initial moment of rapture, followed by another of 
instant torment as Jose stretched her wider than before, and her poor 
membranes, elastic though they were, had to strain to contain such a 
monolith. 

Then the tall man was in. He was driving through her tunnel, opening it up, 
widening her, stretching her accordioning walls, pushing deeper and deeper, 
thundering into a cunt that had been charted only yesterday by his brother. 
The breath left her body and Nella was unable to so much as cry out. 

"Do not hate me too much, chica," Jose said to her. "What I did before I did 
for selfish reasons, just as what I do now I also do for selfish reasons, 
but this time it will be for the benefit of both of us." 

"Liar!" she whimpered. 

The monster behind her would not even allow her the pleasure of a shriek. 
Had he powered into her a bit harder, she would have done so, but he was 
proving to be the most patient of rapists, and for a long while he remained 
on his knees on the pallet behind her, his thick erection completely housed 
in the well of her sweet pussy, remaining perfectly still. She had 
considered jerking forward and pulling off it, but he would only re-position 
it and ram it into her again. However, when he did move back a little, 
instead of pain, she once again felt the beginnings of pleasure. 

She remained still for awhile, and he reached around her thigh and fingered 
her clitoris. Pleasure continued mounting inside her. 

Now she was quivering, a sense of undeniable bliss rampaging through her-a 
feeling more powerful than anything she had ever known with Eduardo, and 
Eduardo had made her feel total pleasure for awhile. He moved his cock, and 
she felt the pressure within her mount, but at the same time his fingertip 
continued rolling against the nubbin of her man-in-the-boat, massaging the 
flaps of her inner labia as well, and slowly but surely the pain in her 
began subsiding. She sighed, and he pushed back into her, making her gasp 
and lurch. There were no longer tears on her face, building the sensations 
inside her, letting her become aware she was nearing the climax-stage. He 
pushed and pulled, pumping again and again, then he took his hand away, and 
she whimpered because she missed it. Keeping the full length of his tower of 
power pressed into her, feeling how incredibly tight and snug and wet she 
was inside, he undid the cord around her wrists. 

Nella's hands fell limply to the sides as tingling told her the circulation 
was being restored. Her breasts pressed themselves into the pallet as little 
needles continued dancing through her forearms. But the needles were nothing 
compared to the thunderous sensations she was feeling in the depths of her 
vagina when his hand reached around and once again began fondling her 
clitoris. 

Unable to control herself, Nella found she was lurching. She sighed, 
trembling, but remaining where she was, his arm around her hip and his hand 
massaging that sensitive little button between her widespread thighs while 
his cock remained buried to the fullest in the bubbling center that was her 
vagina. Then he began moving. 

"Haungh!" Nella gasped, her only sound for the moment as the penis slid 
backward, half out of her widened passage, and then "uh!" when the phallus 
returned, gliding wetly into her. Now all the pain was gone, and all she 
felt was the pleasure. But she didn't want to admit that, not to herself, 
and certainly not to him. 

Jose began moving steadily, using long, smooth, slow strokes, strokes that 
probed the extreme sensitivity of her heatedly seething feminine cave. He 
ached to surge his cock into her, but he restrained himself, using a sawing 
motion that eased his throbbing powerizer in and out of her very carefully. 

Nella made little squealing noises, and she began trembling skittishly when 
his two hands moved around her thighs, then moved up along her body until he 
managed to grip her dangling breasts. They began caressing the warm, naked 
mounds, and all the while his masculine horn glidingly gored its way in and 
out of her, moving through her wet vaginal sheath, trying to find a part of 
her cunt that Eduardo's cock had been unable to reach. Unfortunately that 
was impossible because Eduardo's cock was long enough to have traversed the 
entire vaginal causeway. He leaned against her, tightly gripping her. His 
hands held her pendant mammaries firmly, allowing her to feel individual 
pressure from each of his fingertips. 

His hands were big, very big, and Nella found she had no control over 
herself at all. He was playing her like a musical instrument, touching 
buttons in her, making her move to his rhythm. But she did like that 
essential feeling of security the presence of those hands gave her as they 
filled themselves with the sensitivity of her full-fleshed womanly swells. 

His cock was something gargantuan. The very weightiness and thickness of it 
gave Nella even more security-there really was no better way to describe 
it-as he reamed her teeming central hole from behind, stroking in and out of 
the sweetly tempestuous cavern. Eduardo had taken her virginity, but Jose 
was the one making a woman out of her, making her feel very feminine and in 
need of someone on whom to lean. 

His thrusting movements inside her shuddering body kindled seething desire 
in her the way the friction of rubbing two sticks together will eventually 
kindle a fire. The raging desires in her burned far down inside her 
vaginally tight passage as all of his thrusting cock was bathed in the warm 
gravy oozing from her cunt. 

Nella didn't think about what she was doing; she merely continued doing it, 
feeling it, loving it. He had stepped up the tempo and force of his rearward 
fucking into her cunt, and she continually met the hammering thrusts of his 
fleshy piston with backward jolts of her tantalizing white body, her 
buttocks flattening against his hard, hairy thighs. 

The lovely woman groaned out loud, no longer feeling mere physical pleasure 
as she had with Eduardo. No, there was much more with this one, with this 
younger, taller, stronger brother. Her fingers dug into the straw pallet 
beneath her. Her beautiful face was flaming with desire, and Nella found she 
was nearly out of breath, her heart pounding maddeningly, incessantly. She 
knew, with thrilled certainty that the sound of his massive drill squishing 
in and out of her sucking center with a rhythmic plunging was as arousing as 
it was obscene, filling her with ever-mounting passion. 

Jose was smiling now, noting how Nella met every deep-sluicing stroke with 
constant movements betraying the steadily growing frenzy of her response. 
She was as filled with desire for him as he was for her, and once again the 
thought of allowing his brother to sell this woman with the corn-silk hair 
made him feel a pang in his heart. 

Eduardo might have removed her cherry, but he was the man who was going to 
tame her. He was also going to keep on punishing her, making certain she had 
marks all over her body so that Eduardo would be a long, long time in 
selling her. Gloriously thrilled, he slid his hands from the swells of her 
monumental mammaries and slipped one into the furry fundament that was her 
cunt, feeling the way his throbbing cock surged in and out of the tightly 
sucking hole. He sought, and finally found, her clitoris, and he began 
massaging it again. 

She sighed, stiffened, arched her back as she raised her head and panted out 
her delight. Tantalizingly voluptuous sensations continued coursing through 
her shuddering form, and she pumped back at him while remaining firmly 
balanced on her knees. 

Smiling, he solidly ground against the squirming thrust of her lovely 
asscheeks and continued pumping into her vagina with tremendous lurching 
strokes. They fucked like rutting animals, feeling more and more pleasure. 
She had to brace herself with both hands now, to keep herself from falling 
flat. Her dangling breasts continued swinging wildly, to and fro, to and 
fro. Their soft resilience had turned to firm solidity, swollen with 
overpowering lust, the nipples as long and as thick and as hard as ever. 
Desire continued welling up in Nella and she knew she was on the verge of 
her all-time greatest orgasm. Just a little bit more, now ... just a little 
more ... a little more ... 

Jose was a first-rate lover, just like his brother. No woman ever left his 
bed unsatisfied. Many a woman who had been frigid with other men had melted 
when Jose had touched her. Both brothers were masters when it came to the 
art of fucking, and the odd part of it was, neither had learned from their 
father, who was considered an uncaring cocksman, at best. In fact, both 
brothers had learned their expertise from women who lived in El Valle, 
either living with some peasant, or by themselves. It was these women who 
had taken the younger Blass brothers under their maternal wings and had 
taught them definitely non-maternal sex, and oddly enough, the women who 
were with Jose never went with Eduardo, and vice-versa, so that each brother 
developed an entirely different technique. 

"Now, mi vida, "Jose gasped, "the time has come for you to achieve total 
satisfaction." 

He thrust faster, longer and harder into her, and Nella threw back her head 
and shouted, "AAAAHHH YYYYEEEEAAAAA GGGGHHHHAAA AAA-NNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUWWW 
AAAA-GGGGGHHH AAAIIIIGGGHHHH!" 

Now it was Jose's turn. He grunted, gritted his teeth, and slammed the full 
length of his phallus into her, and silently began spurting his love-juices 
into her sucking cunt. The vagina nursed at his organ as if the penis were 
feeding it nourishment. 

When it was over and Jose withdrew, he walked from the room, and Nella 
wondered when he would give her the "After-pill." If she didn't have it 
within twenty-four hours she might possibly conceive. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Nella was kept away from Olivia, now. Eduardo didn't want any of the women 
aware that Olivia was no longer one of them. So she was given a room in 
another part of the house and told to remain there when the two brothers had 
to deal with the other five girls. 

Eduardo took one look at the lash scars on Nella's body, and he cursed out 
his brother, damning him and snapping that the man had better learn to use a 
strap more judiciously. It would take Nella at least a month, perhaps longer 
to totally heal with no scars. If she had any scars at all, her value would 
depreciate considerably. As a result, Nella opened one or two of the scabs 
on her body, and small scars began to form. When Eduardo learned of this, he 
insisted his brother punish Nella, and Jose took the strap to her again, and 
more cuts appeared, this time in more visible places, including one on one 
of her breasts. 

Disgusted with Nella's unwillingness to participate with him and the fact 
that she willingly gave herself to Jose each time the younger brother 
decided to "teach" some of the finer points of fucking, Eduardo had more 
sense than to come down on the blonde. As long as she responded to Jose and 
did whatever the younger brother instructed, Eduardo was content she was 
learning. Besides, the older brother had four other women with which to 
contend, all of whom were too frightened to argue with him. Too, at nights, 
he had to save something for Olivia, whom he was beginning to realize was 
more special with every passing day. She, too, had to learn, but now she was 
learning willingly, and as a result was so superb when it came to making 
love, tired as Eduardo was at the end of each day, he managed to always have 
enough strength for this woman who would shortly be his wife-once he had 
sold off the others. 

But Olivia was worried about Nella. She didn't want to see the blonde go. 
Oddly enough, she would be the one responsible for Nella's next bit of 
training, because on occasion, some of the customers bought more than one 
woman, and the men, for some reason, always seemed to love watching women 
perform lesbianically. Had they caught their wives with some strange woman, 
they would have screamed their heads off. But since both women belonged to 
them, the men who bought them often felt it was all right for these women to 
become involved with one another. 

Olivia was listening to a discussion between Eduardo and his brother about a 
week after she and the other girls had arrived there. The brothers usually 
talked in Spanish, but for some reason Jose was insisting on speaking 
English. As a result, Eduardo responded in English without thinking. 

"The blonde woman, Nella, she should be learning to please a female, too," 
Eduardo was saying. "I think it only right you begin her training tomorrow, 
hermano." 

"She refuses to have anything to do with the other four," Jose argued. 
"After all, we kept her locked away from them all week, and when she saw how 
easily they capitulated to anything we wanted, she felt disgusted. Too, the 
other women feel distaste for her because of the lash marks on her skin." 

"She must learn," Eduardo insisted. 

"My love," Olivia broke in, at that moment dressed in a white halter and 
white shorts. "Nella and I ran away together. We became friends. Perhaps it 
might be a good idea if I assisted in this." 

"No," Eduardo snapped. "This is something I will not allow. In front of that 
blonde woman and one other woman, as well as myself, you were seen being 
made love to by my brother. I will not allow my woman to be involved with 
yet another woman, a woman who is to be sold as soon as all those lash marks 
heal properly." 

"I don't think you understand," Jose snapped at his brother. "My feelings 
for Nella are like yours are for Olivia. Yes, you saw me make love to 
Olivia, and yet you wish her for your woman. Well, I know you made love to 
Nella, but I want her for my woman. I don't care about the profit. There 
will be other golden-haired women, and a great many more profits to be made. 
I want Olivia to make love to Nella not because Nella should learn to love 
another woman, but because we are all going to be family. Though it would be 
unmanly to even think of you and I making love to one another, brother, 
there is nothing wrong with our women loving each other, especially since we 
both know you would never again let me touch Olivia." 

"Do you really think this Nella loves you?" Eduardo asked, "or is she doing 
this to escape what we originally had in mind for her?" 

"I have watched them when they didn't know I was looking," Olivia told 
Eduardo. "She does love him, but she is too proud to come out and admit as 
much, just as I was too proud until you told me you loved me; but put her to 
any test, and I'm sure Jose will agree to it. If she passes, then you must 
permit her to be Jose's woman." 

"What you say makes sense," Eduardo nodded. "Very well, she does not know 
you are my woman. She, like all the others, believes you are still being 
punished for having run away, segregated, as we have kept her segregated. Go 
to her, but do not tell her you are mine." 

"I won't," Olivia agreed. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Once again totally naked, her hair purposely disheveled to create the 
appearance of having been abused, and the whipping marks on her body still 
visible from when Eduardo had beaten her, Olivia was let into the small room 
where the naked Nella still remained apart from the other women. The blonde 
woman, who had just finished washing her body using the small basin in the 
closet-like bathroom, saw Olivia and hurried to her, embracing her, saying, 
"Poor girl, what did the son of a bitch do to you?" 

"The same thing that other one did to you," Olivia replied. 

"We have to get out of here," Nella insisted. 

"Is that what you really want?" Olivia asked. "Do you really want to escape 
and go back to the life you were living?" 

"If I told you what I really wanted, you'd laugh," Nella shrugged. "I think 
we'd be better off not talking about it." 

"For now, let it lay," Olivia nodded. 

"Why did they let you in here?" Nella asked. 

"Because I, like you, refused to have anything to do with those other 
females," Olivia answered. "They want me to learn to make love to a woman, 
and I told them the thought of touching one of those others turns my 
stomach. Then they told me about you being the same way. They said you were 
proving too obstinate, and they might not be able to sell you to that man in 
Argentina, after all. So they're thinking of taking the both of us to the 
middle of this godforsaken village and there letting all the peasant men in 
town have a turn at us." 

"My God! No!" Nella gasped. 

"I told them I didn't care," Olivia insisted. 

"No," Nella told her. "We both know nothing about making love to another 
woman, but if that is what will keep them from harming us further, then 
perhaps we should make love to one another. I mean, we do have a sort of 
kinship," Nella insisted. "We ran away together, we were punished together, 
though in separate rooms. I'm not crazy about any kind of lesbianism, but if 
it'll save us from being raped by every peasant in this rat-hole, then let's 
you and I do it." 

"I don't know ... " Olivia said. 

"We must," Nella told her, leading her to the pallet where she had slept for 
the past week, and where she had sat when eating the spicy food she had been 
brought-food so spicy that not even the tepid water she was able to sip from 
her bathroom faucet was able to quench her thirst. 

"All right," Olivia agreed, seemingly reluctantly. 

They both sat on the pallet, and Nella, shy and embarrassed, drew the naked 
Olivia to her and kissed her. She kissed her on the mouth as a lover might, 
and Olivia responded, kissing back. They continued hugging and kissing, 
somewhat shyly at first, unaware they were being observed through a hole in 
the upper wall by both brothers. 

Nella felt she had to be the bold one and make all the moves, since Olivia 
seemed like such an innocent kid compared to herself. Not that she was 
all-knowing, but Olivia definitely did look much younger than she really 
was. So she gingerly let her fingers wander over the other girl's body, 
careful about touching her where Eduardo had lashed her, unaware the pain 
was long-gone. She kissed Olivia's flesh, and Olivia realized she was 
beginning to enjoy this, and responded, panting heavily as Nella kissed her 
breasts. There was something about a woman's mouth and hands that was 
totally different from those of a male. 

"You've come to mean much more to me than just someone in the same boat," 
Nella whispered to Olivia. "You're sort of like a sister to me, and I almost 
feel like I'm committing incest." 

"I feel love for you, too," Olivia admitted, and now it was her turn to kiss 
Nella, easing the blonde down until she lay horizontal on the pallet, her 
vagina already becoming soft, moist, oily with desire, wondering if she and 
Nella would have the courage to carry out these desires. 

Olivia, on top of Nella, pressed her small breasts into Nella's face, then 
rolled so they lay side by side, with Nella still kissing her nipples. She 
stroked Nella's bare back, aware of the fact that Jose had not touched 
Nella's upper torso, above her breasts, with his belt, though he had beaten 
the blonde's arms, to make it look as if she was scarred much more viciously 
than was so. She lifted her body up a little, moving her stomach against 
Nella's mouth, wondering if Nella had the courage to continue. Nella 
responded by kissing her belly. 

Olivia felt so totally aroused, she had to cool down a little. She eased 
away slightly, holding the blonde by her hips, staring in admiration at the 
lovely female. Her eyes were filled with passionate lust. 

Nella had come to love the feel of Jose's cock in her cunt. The younger 
brother had fucked her in every conceivable position, and she had gloried in 
it, but for the first time she realized she was being turned on by a female; 
by Olivia. It was more than the fact that Olivia was sexually appealing. 
There was something much stronger in Nella. She felt love for the beautiful 
brown-haired girl. 

Nella reached out and let her hands fill themselves with the small, perfect 
swells of Olivia's breasts. She cupped them, lifting them upward, and then 
she leaned forward and kissed them with her lips. Her mouth pulled at the 
tiny little brown nipples, making them lengthen and harden. She drew Olivia 
to her, kissing her on the mouth again, this time more firmly, this time 
like an anxious lover. Then she buried her own face between the lovely 
orange-sized mammaries of the shorter girl. She kissed, then licked, her 
tongue moving from one breast to the other. She drew one nipple, then the 
other, into the tightness of her tiny mouth as she sucked hungrily. She 
nibbled with the edges of her teeth on the brown extensions, being careful 
not to cause the lovely chestnut-haired girl any pain. 

Then Nella, filled with passion, needing to breathe, flopped back on the 
pallet, panting. She pulled Olivia to her, and once again filled her mouth 
with the latter's breast. At the same time she rubbed her own monumental 
mammaries against the flat stomach of the younger girl, for Olivia was three 
months younger than Nella. They pressed against one another more firmly, 
rolling on the pallet, and then Olivia was the one on top. 

Olivia kissed the blonde woman hungrily, her tongue leaping into Nella's 
mouth, and Nella responded by soul-kissing back. She panted all the more 
heavily, and this time she spun Olivia onto her back and mounted the other 
girl as if she, Nella, were a man. She spread Olivia's tantalizing thighs 
apart, then eased her sopping wet vagina against the lips of the other 
girl's cunt. She pressed her labia vibrantly against those of Olivia, as if 
the two vaginas were soul-kissing. All that was missing were the tongues, 
but they made up for that when Olivia pushed her tongue into Nella's mouth 
and began touching her gums, her teeth, and all the hidden crevices under 
her lips. Nella responded by licking back, and the two tongues saber-dueled 
back and forth, from one mouth to the other. The two teenage girls moaned, 
writhing against one another, making animal sounds as they continued making 
love to each other. Then Olivia once again rolled on top, not merely rubbing 
her cuntlips against those of the blonde, but slamming them against her 
pussy so that it seemed like she was trying to actually fuck Nella. 

"I wish I were a man, with a real cock, for only a little while," Olivia 
said to the blonde. "I think, more than anything in the world, you're one 
woman I'd love to fuck." 

"You're too delightful to be a man," Nella told her. "Too delicate, with 
skin too smooth, and a body too supple. If anyone ought to be the male, it 
should be me," Nella insisted. "You're such an arousing girl, I wish I had 
the wherewith-all to fuck you." 

"I never thought it possible for me to feel such strong love for another 
female," Olivia insisted, continuing to slam her delicate vaginal lips 
solidly against the labia of her companion. 

"Do you think we're basically lesbian?" Nella asked. 

"No," Olivia smiled. "Tell me, what do you feel when Jose pushes that 
gigantic penis of his into you?" 

"Like I'm on my way to heaven," Nella told her. 

"Has he kissed you down there, or made you kiss his cock?" 

"No, thank God he hasn't made me suck that monster," Nella gasped. 

"But you see," Olivia said to her, "that's where you're wrong. Cocksucking 
can be as enjoyable as fucking. If you take the cock deep-enough into your 
throat, you can come, too. Having your cunt lapped is almost as good as 
fucking. I know Eduardo loves licking my cunt." 

"It's such a tiny, delectable little thing," Nella said, rolling the darker 
haired girl off her, her fingers going down and touching the feminine 
orifice between Olivia's thighs. "I know this sounds crazy, but I have the 
craziest urge to kiss you down there." 

"Would you?" Olivia asked. "I mean, having had my cunt kissed by Eduardo, 
I've had this overwhelming desire to discover what it was like to have a 
woman kiss me down there. But even more, I've had the urge to find out just 
what it is that Eduardo loves about making love to me by kissing my cunt. In 
fact, before you kiss me down there, let me kiss you." 

Nella hesitated for a moment, knowing this was an irreversible step. But the 
fact was, she did feel a strong friendship for Olivia, a love, in fact. She 
wanted to do anything and everything to please the lovely brown-haired girl, 
without thinking about her own pleasure. 

She put her back against the wall at the head of the pallet, then lifted her 
knees with her feet planted flatly on the floor, spreading her thighs wide 
apart. Her rich, pink vagina, hidden under all that sparse golden fleece, 
was now totally exposed. 

"If you think you can do it, come ahead," Nella invited. "I just washed it, 
so you won't find it smelling of anything unpleasant." 

Anxiety made her bounce her ass as she reached between her thighs with two 
fingers and began unwittingly stroking her vagina, spreading her labia 
invitingly. She had no idea why she was acting like such a wanton, but she 
did know she was enjoying herself. 

Olivia was now kneeling in front of the blonde, looking between the other's 
thighs, for the first time actually staring into a vagina and seeing it as a 
love-object. Something stirred inside her, and she had to admit she was 
beginning to understand why Eduardo loved kissing her down there, just as 
she adored taking the full length of his masculine husk into her mouth and 
swallowing all his sperm. 

Nella's vagina was pretty much as tiny as her own. The lips were swollen and 
thick, the inner lips a rich pink. Where the labia minora came together at 
the top there was the clitoris, at the moment barely visible, but no less 
arousing in appearance, for it resembled a tiny penis, and anything looking 
like a penis turned Olivia on. Oils seeped from within, and as Nella spread 
her thighs a little wider and used her fingers to pull her cuntlips farther 
apart, she was able to see the richness of the pink within. 

Olivia's eyes rose and noted the size and fullness of Nella's upstanding 
breasts. Her nipples and areole were as rich a pink as were the inner lips 
of her cunt. Everything about Nella exuded arousal. Then she looked below 
the pink slash, staring at the tiny puckered brownie, noting it was tighter 
than her own-but then it was obvious Nella had not yet taken Jose's penis in 
that orifice, as she had been forced to do that fateful day. Jose's cock was 
thick enough to widen a female elephant's asshole. Oh, yes, she had no doubt 
Jose was capable of fucking an elephant, but it would have to be a female. 
Nothing queer about Jose. 

Leaning forward, now on her forearms as well as her knees, she brought her 
face close to the tantalizing opening between Nella's thighs. Her hands 
reached out and caressed the smooth, creamy thighs, and she massaged 
tenderly. Turning her face to the side, she kissed Nella's right ankle, then 
slowly began the heady journey upward, kissing the inside of one thigh, then 
the other. She was above the knees and working higher, her eyes now locked 
on the rich, pink flesh ahead of her, and she salivated, knowing she was 
about to know the delights Eduardo had known when going down on her. 

Her face moved closer to the tantalizing vagina, and her nostrils expanded 
uncontrollably. The musky aroma of the vaginal opening reached her, and her 
nose began twitching with delight. She eagerly pushed forward, waves of heat 
engulfing her. She peered at the lovely Nella and murmured, "My God! It is 
beautiful. I have to taste it!" 

"Yes," Nella nodded. "If you feel you must, do it! Teach me! Make me feel 
all those wonderful things you told me about." 

"Try!" Nella begged. "Make me come!" 

Olivia's mouth pressed itself to Nella's hot cunt, her tongue leaping into 
the seething center, and Nella gasped as she felt thrills she had never 
before known. A wet, slashing tongue was licking insanely into her, making 
her squirm and wriggle as never before. Even so, the tongue moved with such 
delicacy, Nella was able to discern it was a female tongue. 

Olivia was thrilled with the taste of Nella. No wonder Eduardo loved this! 
She licked furiously, her tongue moving rapidly in and out, dredging out all 
the tasty fluids from within. Then she was nipping at the tantalizing little 
button at the peak of the inner lips, sucking on it, bobbing her head back 
and forth as if pulling on a cock. Her tongue moved into Nella's tight 
pussy, then lapped its way out and slurped across the clitoral button, 
making Nella jerk insanely. 

At the same time, Olivia licked lower, letting her tongue wet the little 
anal opening. Nella gasped, as if icicles were running up and down her 
shuddering spine. Then, when her tongue returned to Nella's cunt, Olivia 
pushed a finger into the rear tunnel of the blonde, making her writhe and 
bounce even more. 

Olivia eased Nella's legs over her shoulders as her mouth pressed all the 
more firmly on the throbbing vagina, her nose and lips burrowing even more 
deeply into the succulent flesh of the tantalizing cunt. With every movement 
of her tongue she became more expert at what she was doing, now driving two 
fingers into Nella's vagina, as well as one into her rectum. Little by 
little the finger in Nella's rectum moved deeper and deeper. Soon Olivia's 
finger was in to the palm. Then she rotated her finger in the tight, rubbery 
anal tunnel. All the while her mouth continued hungrily licking at the rich 
pink slash that was Nella's pussy, while her fingers drove back and forth 
relentlessly, and her tongue slurped on the clitoral bud. 

Little by little she eased Nella onto her side, moving so that she was able 
to lap the pussy and see the round cheeks of Nella's behind. The vibrant 
whiteness of the egg-shaped mounds seemed more tantalizing than ever. Olivia 
had to admit that a woman's ass was far more delectable to look at than that 
of a man, even if she, herself, was a woman who was doing the admiring. Now 
she was able to see and taste what looked like one long gash, running from 
the top of Nella's pubic mound, all the way under her to the tip of her 
spine, with only a strip of perineal flesh breaking the line. Her hands 
firmly squeezed the rounded moons of Nella's ass as her mouth fervidly 
continued working. 

Nella moaned, thrashing around uncontrollably, never having experienced oral 
lovemaking before. Her body whipped this way and that under what was now 
oral expertise. 

Unable to take it any longer, intent on discovering why Olivia loved doing 
this so much, Nella pushed the tinier girl from her, flung her down on the 
pallet, then, with her thighs around Olivia's head, she sank her own face 
between the thighs of the smaller girl. Her tongue leaped out and washed 
through the rich pink slash, and the moment she tasted the rich muskiness of 
the other girl, she found herself caught in a web of desire. 

The two women were now in a female sixty-nine. Both were busy, with Olivia 
on the bottom, her face thrust forward and up so that her tongue was washing 
through the teeming tunnel of the blonde woman, while Nella's hungry mouth 
anxiously masticated the chestnut-haired cunt. Feeling the way Olivia 
insisted on prodding her asshole with a finger, the beautiful blonde 
responded by pressing her own finger into Olivia's sensitive interior. She 
pushed into the rear tunnel until she was all the way in, making certain her 
tongue was working at all times. When the dripping oils began seeping from 
Olivia's cunt, Nella drank all the fluid thirstily, swallowing and seeking 
more, and yet more. She drank and sucked and licked as if there was no 
tomorrow. 

The two brothers stared through the hole in the wall, and each was filled 
with arousal at the sight of this. Though they had witnessed such things 
between countless other women they had taught, seeing the two women they 
loved thus locked together made them hotter than ever. Against his will, 
Eduardo was slowly beginning to come around to Jose's way of thinking. He 
might indeed lose that huge profit on Nella, after all. Still, he would have 
to make certain about Nella. She was going to have to prove herself 
completely to his satisfaction, and in the process, it meant he would be 
fucking her one more time. Granted, it meant giving Jose the right to fuck 
Olivia once more, as well, but for the moment he had to make sure that Nella 
was willing to stay and not run away and reveal to the rurales just what was 
going on in El Valle. More, he had to be certain Jose really loved her, and 
that she loved him, just as he, Eduardo, loved Olivia, whom he was certain 
adored him. 

He stared at the way the two women kissed each other's genitals, seeking 
puckered lips pressed against vaginal lips, noting fingers moving in and out 
of cunts and assholes. Dios! It was a beautiful sight. Both women were now 
building to their satisfaction. 

"AAAAHHHH AAAMMMMMMM WWWAA-AAAUUUUGGGGG HHHHPHHHH AAAAUUUU-WWWWWUUUU 
MMMMMPHHHHWWWWW-AAAAA!" Nella shouted into the seething depths of Olivia's 
churning vagina, pressing her mouth even more tightly against the rich pink 
target. 

Then it was Olivia's turn to come, and her face remained buried so deeply 
inside Nella's pussy, her screams were all but inaudible. She whipped this 
way and that as Nella's mouth remained glued to her seething womanly core, 
and after what seemed like forever, the two women finally pulled apart and 
lay face-up, side by side on the narrow pallet, their faces glistening with 
one another's vaginal juices. 

"I loved that," Nella gasped. 

"So did I," Olivia murmured. "So did I." 

"I think we should get them out of there," Eduardo whispered to Jose. "Go, 
bring Olivia here." 

"Wait!" Jose insisted. "Let them talk a little, and we can listen!" 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

The two females were panting heavily, holding hands as they lay side by 
side. 

"What is Eduardo doing to you?" Nella finally asked Olivia. "I can see how 
he beat you for running away." 

"He's a confused man," Olivia lied. 

"You must hate him," Nella insisted. 

"I love him," Olivia admitted. "I've loved him ever since I saw him watching 
what Jose did to me. I suppose many women have fallen in love with him. 
After all, he's very macho." 

"I suppose he's all right," Nella shrugged. "But to me, Jose is more of a 
man. He beats me almost every day, and I should despise him and want to run 
away, especially knowing they'll eventually sell me to some old man. But 
like you, I'm in love. Maybe I'm a masochist and love the man because he 
beats me." 

"Do you really believe that?" Olivia asked. 

"No," Nella admitted. "I think I fell for him even before you went for 
Eduardo. Watching him as he used that gun on you, I felt jealous-of you! I 
was wishing he would use it on me. I love the feel of his hands on my body. 
I love everything about him. But it doesn't really mean that much, because 
the man is going to be rid of me soon enough, and he'll go on to multitudes 
of other women." 

"Supposing, just supposing that man really loved you. Do you really think 
you'd be able to live with him, knowing he would still be fucking other 
women?" 

"Hey, when you love someone, you love them," Nella shrugged. "As long as he 
was able to make love to me now and then ... that's all I'd ask." 

"Well, why not let him know how you feel about him?" Olivia asked. 

"He'd laugh in my face," Nella sighed, rolling over and propping herself up 
on her forearms, her buttocks standing up like two white ostrich eggs, shiny 
as ever because they were covered with perspiration. 

"Why not prove to him how much you love him," Olivia insisted. "I'm going to 
do that with Eduardo." 

"Ah, and just how will you do that?" Nella asked, as Olivia got to her feet 
and walked to the closet-sized bathroom, where she found paper towels that 
she soaked in the sink and then used to wash her body all over. 

"Simple," Olivia replied. "Instead of waiting for Eduardo to come to me and 
tell me what's on the agenda for the day, the next time he's with me, I'm 
the one who's going to do the seducing. I'm going to make the man fall madly 
in love with me." 

"I never even thought about doing something like that," Nella admitted. "I'd 
be afraid." 

"Honey, if the man is going to sell you to someone else, then come on to him 
and make sure you're one woman he'll never forget. Then he'll kick himself 
later on, while you'll be with some rich millionaire, who you can con into 
marrying you. Afterward, fuck the man to death, inherit all his money, and 
then you can go hiring studs the rest of your life." 

"I don't want studs," Nella wistfully observed. "All I want is Jose, and I'd 
do anything, anything at all to get him. In fact, I'm going to follow your 
advice and seduce him the next time he walks in here. Even if he does get 
rid of me, I'll be one woman he'll never be able to forget." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

While Nella fell into a light sleep, Jose came and took Olivia from the 
room. He led her back to Eduardo, where she was able to dress, and Eduardo 
said, "So, you really do love me, eh." 

"You overheard?" Olivia gasped. 

"Si, and you were unaware I listened in, so I was able to know for myself 
how much you truly love me. All right, I am a reasonable man. We will give 
Nella two chances to prove her love for Jose." 

"How?" the younger brother snorted. 

"First, you will go in to the room in about an hour with her lunch. If she 
seduces you, that will mean she has passed the first test." 

"What is the second test?" Jose wanted to know. 

"She must fuck for both of us at the same time, because she will think that 
I am going to dissolve the partnership between us and take all the money, 
unless she does this. If she is willing to sacrifice herself for you, then 
she shall be yours, and I shall lose at least sixty thousand dollars." 

"Just a moment, hermano," Jose snapped. "If we both fuck what may be my 
woman, then we must also both fuck your woman." 

"Fair is fair," Eduardo nodded. "After we both fuck Nella, and we accept her 
into the family, then the two of us shall fuck Olivia." 

"Hey, I've already had his massive tool in my ass," Olivia pointed out, 
referring to Jose. 

"Ah, but this time he will fuck your cunt and I will fuck you in the ass," 
Eduardo told her. "Afterward, I will give you one of the pills, just to make 
sure you do not conceive with one of Jose's babies. But as my brother has 
pointed out, this is what must be done." 

"All right," Olivia agreed. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

It was just before siesta time that Jose brought Nella her lunch. He had 
brought a chair into the room as well, and as she ate, sitting on her straw 
pallet, he sat on the chair and waited. 

"That was good," Nella said, after washing her hands following the meal. 
"The trouble is, I'm still hungry." She put the empty tray down on the side, 
on the floor. 

"Ah, and just what is it that you would like to eat?" Jose asked, his voice 
low in a teasing conspiratorial whisper. 

Nella raised a forefinger to her lips, and she carefully inserted it into 
her mouth, looking naive and innocent like a little girl as she sucked for a 
moment, then looked thoughtful, as if contemplating how to answer Jose's 
question. Finally she smiled, opening her mouth and withdrawing her finger. 
The finger, wet and glistening, seemed to slowly cut through the air, and 
then it was arcing downward as Nella suddenly tapped Jose's groin, aware his 
cock was already more than semi-erect, as she said, "This, Jose." 

Her casual manner in putting her finger against his cock without his having 
initiated anything between them, added to the fact that she was hinting she 
wanted to feel it in her mouth-something she had never hinted 
before-surprised Jose for a moment. He hadn't expected her intended 
seduction to take place so soon, nor had he expected her to be willingly 
oral about anything. He almost had to laugh, yet he restrained himself, not 
wanting Nella to know he had overheard her conversation with Olivia. Even 
then, the laugh would have caught in his throat because the beautiful blonde 
was stroking his hot, hard cock. Christ! He wanted it out of his pants. 

"So then, take it out!" he said to her, his voice throaty as he attempted to 
imitate her casual tone. However, the urgency of his tone was something 
Nella caught right away. His cock was wildly pulsating as he imagined once 
again burying it in the girl. Dear God! The only reason he hadn't gone on to 
teaching her to suck his cock was his not being able to get enough of her 
cunt. He jumped to his feet. 

He jerked insanely as Nella opened his pants far more expertly than Olivia 
had been able to do. She tugged his shorts and undershorts down, her fingers 
reaching underneath and catching the doughy clump of his balls, lightly 
squeezing them. Her other hand gripped his erect cock as she pushed him so 
that he sat back on the chair again. 

"This is the first time I've ever been able to really get a good look at 
it," Nella murmured, her voice sounding appreciative of the sight of the 
organ. 

The hard, long thick column made her hand look so tiny by comparison, and 
even though there was light coming in through a grilled window, faint and 
overcast, the penile head was already glowing, looking like a red beacon 
shining in the dark. She had her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of 
the phallus, squeezing it hard, as her other hand continued rubbing his 
balls. 

"This is only the second cock I've ever seen," she said, using the word 
"cock" without the least bit of hesitation now. "But it's far better-looking 
than the other one. It's bigger, thicker, longer, harder. My it's so much 
better. In my cunt it feels better, too." 

"Well I'll just put it right back in your cunt again," he told her. 

"Not yet," she said pressing her hand against his chest to keep him from 
rising. "You've never let me taste it. After all, you let Olivia, and those 
other four girls know what it tastes like. You're being very unfair to me, 
Senor Jose." 

Though he had known her intent from the start, he was still astounded to 
hear those pure lips admit how much she wanted to put her mouth on his hard 
organ. Ay Dios! She was a wonderful woman! He had to make her his own! Her 
mere touch on his penis was more arousing than the mouths and cunts of all 
other women he had ever known. Her mouth would probably make his cock 
shatter into a million pieces. Still, it was a feeling he had to know. 

"Si, chiquita, si, do it for me!" he nodded, panting with desire as he 
stared at her lovely nakedness. 

She was wonderful! Dios! She was going to be his no matter what Eduardo 
wanted. 

Nella knelt on the floor in front of Jose, her hand still tightly gripping 
the throbbing phallus, slowly working up and down as if she were pumping 
water from a well. Her eyes remained fixed on the blood-bloated member, a 
lascivious glaze veneered over them, yet she was most casual and careful in 
her manner. Jose thought that on her knees she looked like a beautiful woman 
in church, kneeling before something she dearly worshipped. She obviously 
adored his cock, the glint in her eyes something he was certain she was 
unable to fake. Her fingers were so warm, and her body was already sheened 
with perspiration, letting him know she was as aroused by all this as he. He 
lay back in the chair, enjoying the way her hand pulled on his throbbing 
penis, noting her lips were slowly moving closer. Dios! She was so 
beautiful, so stunning! 

"Ummmmm!" Nella moaned as she continued moving her lovely face that much 
closer to the phallic pylon that jutted straight up. 

The lovely blonde was a bit frightened, never having done anything like this 
before. Still, having seen the other girls perform fellatio, and hearing 
from Olivia just how wonderful it was, she was determined to go through with 
this. After all, she had already put her mouth against a vagina. This had to 
be less frightening. After all, it was more natural for a woman to want to 
suck a penis, wasn't it? 

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and let the huge head of his 
throbbing cock slip between her lips. It was so immense, as wide as her 
mouth was open, the edges of her teeth still scraped the penile head and the 
stem as it moved in. Hot air from the depths of her gullet poured all over 
the tip. 

Jose felt as if his balls were like giant factories overflowing with sperm. 
His prostate was suddenly bloated with seminal liquid to the bursting point, 
and he felt the sperm stirring angrily within, more than a little anxious to 
be released. Tiny drops of colorless fluid were already seeping from the 
little slit in the head. They glistened as if beckoning to Nella's tongue, 
and Nella let her tongue lick the ointment up, snapping it into the back of 
her mouth. 

Her tongue was like liquid fire as it washed over the throbbing phallus, and 
Jose felt himself shudder. He had to force his mind to concentrate elsewhere 
to keep from shooting his load then and there. Wild sensation flashed 
through his quivering member, through the base and right into his pelvis, 
echoing through his entire inner body. 

Her tongue was wet as she rolled it over her lips then brought it back into 
her sensually alive mouth. Nella was thrilled by this, never realizing just 
how wonderful it was. She was alive, bursting with the need to fulfill this 
man, remembering Olivia's words, that if she sucked the cock in deep enough, 
she would rub against nerves in her throat and experience satisfaction, 
herself. So she licked and sucked the head, gathering courage to plunge the 
organ that much deeper into her mouth. This action was continued for several 
minutes, and then, just like that, her lips and tongue were all over the 
fleshy column, her tongue running up and down, greedily licking, titillating 
the sensitive tube that was his urethra, in the underside of the organ. All 
the while her fingers worked on the base of the phallus while her other hand 
kept busy massaging his weighty testicles. She cupped them as if they were 
the rarest jewels, made of delicate crystal, slowly rolling them inside 
their sac in her fingers while she tenderly kissed the excited penis. Her 
licking it drove the handsome tall man out of his mind. He didn't know how 
much longer he would remain in control. 

Nella was enjoying herself as she would have never believed. Her lips and 
tongue tantalized the throbbing organ continually, her hot breath washing 
over it repeatedly. By drawing it out, she was building the arousal in 
herself, as well. 

"Por favor!" he gasped. "Suck it! Suck it!" 

He was groaning through clenched teeth as he felt the pulsations in his 
groin beginning to mount. Nella's long blonde hair was spilling down around 
her head, the soft strands tickling lightly into his exposed groin, teasing 
his thighs as well, and each little touch felt like a thousand-volt 
Shockwave. 

Once more moistening her lips with her tongue, Nella opened her mouth and 
formed an O shape with her lips, and she slowly lowered the opening against 
the stiff throbbing lance of Jose's swollen phallus. When the tip of the 
organ made contact with her lips, they spread like a rubber band, forced 
wide open and taking in the thick column, letting her oral cavity slowly 
absorb the organ. It was as if her mouth was actually absorbing the phallus, 
and the penile flesh was melting inside, becoming part of her. God! Was she 
ever tight inside that mouth of hers, and to Jose the feeling was 
sensational. Her tongue was an added benefit, working crazily around the 
penile head as it continued moving inside her mouth. 

Jose held himself stock-still for one more second, and then he was unable to 
keep himself under control. He tugged his hips back and then brutally 
powered his thrusting penis forward, shoving the organ into the depths of 
her softly surrounding mouth. The head pushed into her gullet. 

"Gggglllluuurrggghhhh!" was all Nella was able to groan, and the sound was 
muffled by the press of the thick column as it continued filling all of her 
oral cavity. Yet only half his penis was in her tight little mouth, and Jose 
felt the head rubbing inside her pharynx. He expected Nella to pull back 
gagging, and so was taken totally aback when the lovely blonde simply pushed 
her beautiful face down faster and harder, taking even more of the hardened 
stiffness into her narrow gullet. 

"Aaaaayyyyy ... Carrrrajjjj-o-o-o-o-o ... " Jose gasped, feeling the 
tantalizing pressure of her tongue, working like an insane whip against the 
sensitive underside of his prodigious invader. He leaned forward, enthralled 
and excited by watching her suck, seeing the way her lips, lips that had 
never done this before, pulled on the mighty piston. She was astounding. 

She had taken nearly two-thirds of the great column into her mouth by now, 
her hand still gripping the hard base. Her other hand continued cupping his 
weighty testicles. She continued slowly caressing the heavy, wrinkled, hairy 
sac, her nails running into the wrinkles and sending sizzles through him. 

Jose felt Nella's tongue swirling wetly around the pulsing head of his 
powerful cock, and she slowly raised her face, her teeth applying more 
pressure to the pulsing stanchion. Jose had been blown by more girls than 
there were sands on the beach, and yet he was unable to recall any female 
filling him with this kind of delight. Nella had a natural talent for 
sucking that not even Olivia was able to match, and Olivia had been good her 
first time, too. Her mouth was as talented as her cunt, and when the time 
came for him to use her ass, he was certain that would be just as good. 

Nella stopped for a moment, then lifted her head all the way up, halting 
only when the corona was rubbing against the insides of her teeth. He was 
able to see white streaks in his flesh where the pressure of her teeth had 
forced the blood away for a little while. Her hand pumped upward once, very 
quickly, then slammed down to the bottom again as her head moved lower, 
bobbing up and down the pulsing member as she slurped noisily to keep the 
oils from his cock from falling out of her mouth. Her oral fucking felt like 
rippling liquid warmth as she swallowed his flesh deep into the narrowness 
of her esophagus, and then her head lifted up again as the penis pulled out 
once more. 

"Madre mia!" Jose grunted, as he watched Nella's head continually bobbing 
over his throbbing cock. 

He moved his hips, shoving them back and forth in time with the way her 
mouth continually worked, watching his hard masculinity plunge into the 
narrow fissure of her tightly sucking mouth. His pulsing penis was lewdly 
shining with her wet saliva, and her pink, ovalled lips seemed to all but 
separate themselves from her mouth as her head rose. The thrilling sensation 
charging through the entire length of the pulsing penile column seemed to 
become more and more intense as her mouth worked. Her hand left the base of 
his penis, but her other hand continued massaging his testicles, sending 
charging thrills constantly blistering through his shuddering body. She 
extended a forefinger and began probing into the crevice between his 
buttocks. 

Nella exhaled, then took another deep breath and thrust her mouth straight 
down, this time forcing the whole phallus into the tight depths of her 
throat, gagging for a moment as her gullet clutched the corona of the cock. 
Her lips locked around the base, and then her head once again rose, those 
lips creating a dragging sensation on the outer penile flesh. Down, then up, 
down then up, her mouth kept moving around the shuddering piston as if it 
had been designed for this one purpose in life. 

Nella felt the towering thrill each time her mouth went all the way down and 
the penile head pushed into her narrow pharynx. She clamped her own thighs 
together, and as a result, her labia pressed around her own clitoris, making 
the thrills in her body mount even higher. She moaned as the labia massaged 
the tiny, extended bud in time to the way his penile head pushed in and out 
of her gagging gullet. 

The boiling sperm in Jose's balls were fighting in order to decide which 
would have the honor of leaving first and joining the fluid in his prostate 
on its way to glory in her mouth. Jose arched his hips as he drove his cock 
straight up again and again, sinking the organ in the depths of her throat. 
At the same time he felt her long middle finger reaching for, and finding 
the anal opening to his rectum. She obviously remembered having seen other 
females ass-fingered, and now was thinking in terms of getting back some of 
her own. 

Jose's tight sphincter contracted against the pressure of her finger. She 
shoved hard, and at the same time crammed her mouth down on the pulsing 
penis all over again. This was becoming too much for the Latin to control. 
He knew he would attain his orgasm shortly, and his body would erupt like a 
raging volcano. Her finger sank more and more deeply into his rectum, and 
though she didn't realize it, Nella was pressing against Jose's prostate, 
massaging it, enhancing everything for him that much more strongly. 

"Si, si, keep on sucking, mi amor!" he gasped, as if every sense in his body 
had left its usual place and was now converging in the head of his cock. 

Mi amor! He had called her his love without realizing it. This made Nella 
feel good, and she sucked that much harder, her tongue continually swirling 
about the pulsing member, her lips pulling, her teeth biting, her jaws 
sucking as her mouth continued moving up and down the mighty pillar. His 
balls were drawn up tightly against his body as his scrotum shrank. His ass 
bounced insanely as her finger continued massaging his prostate, and then 
his entire lower abdomen lifted itself off the chair. He stood, shoving 
forward, pushing his long hard cock even more deeply into Nella's gullet. He 
was on the verge of orgasm. At any moment he would blast his semen into her 
mouth. He knew there was no way left for him to contain himself. He curled 
his fingers into the long, loose strands of her blonde hair, keeping her 
mouth clamped tightly over the full length of his cock. This time he felt 
more than mere passion. Jose Blass felt love, and that love was going to 
intensify the feeling he would experience when he fired his heavy load into 
the loving mouth of the woman kneeling before him. She would swallow-this he 
knew, even though he had never instructed her as to what to do. He was 
beginning to feel her love, as well. 

The beautiful woman's cheeks were bloated as much as possible as all the 
hard cock pushed its way into her mouth and throat, gagging her, also 
thrilling her. She was delighted by the strength in his powering drives, and 
she gripped his ass with her free hand to keep herself from falling 
backward. He was nailing the penile head so far into her gullet, she was 
gagging, but as it thickened, she realized he was on the verge of orgasm, 
and the thought, combined with the pressure of the head pushing into her 
gullet, enhanced the thrills in her own body, and as a result, she felt 
herself on the verge of satisfaction. Her belly was aflame with the need for 
orgasm, and she wondered if his hot seed in her belly would set her off. 

"Oooonnnnhhhhh! Haaaannnnnhhh!" the man gasped, unable to hold himself back 
another second, his desire for this woman so totally overwhelming. 

He arched his hips upward, tensing for that most sensational of all moments, 
and felt his sperm moving into his urethra with pulsating jerks as her 
tongue continued whip-lashing the underside of his cock. Then the white 
flood exploded with tremendous force from the tip of his bloated organ as he 
bellowed, "HHH-AAAA RRRGGG HHHUUUU NNNGGGGG HHH-AAAA RRRGGGG HHHHUUUU 
NNNGGGG HHHHAAA GGGGHHHHHH!" 

A flash flood of torrential seminal fluid sloshed down her throat, and for a 
moment it seemed as if Nella was going to bloat with sperm and explode. Her 
Adam's apple bobbed wildly as she hungrily swallowed in a wild attempt to 
keep up with the heavy gushes of the white flow. 

It was maddening, it was delightful, it was sensational! Jose had never 
known a mouth like this one. He felt as if his cock would go on spewing 
sperm until the girl was filled from her feet to her throat with the stuff. 
He slammed his hips into the depths of her mouth again, driving his shooting 
cock into her narrow gullet, the sperm continuing to crazily pump into her 
tummy. 

Having to gulp quickly to keep pace with the way her mouth was constantly 
filling with semen, Nella squeezed his balls as if trying to milk even more 
from within him. She concentrated her mind on the spewing column, and then, 
as if the smell and the taste of the hot liquid pouring down her throat was 
some kind of trigger, she felt the penile head rasp against those 
nerve-endings in her throat one more time, and her inner body burst open 
like a budding flower to the sun. Her belly jerked spasmodically as her own 
orgasm finally took hold of her and went madly charging through her. 

"GGGLLLLUUURRRRCCC HHHLLLLUUUGGGG LLLCCCCHHHH AAAUUUUWWGGG LLLLUUUUPHHHHH 
WWWWAAAUUUUGGG LLLLCCCHHHH!" she gagged out, as everything at that moment 
became a combined fury of overpowering events. She sucked even more 
strongly, flying high on the wings of orgasm. 

He fell back into the wooden chair and it almost buckled under him, as, 
heavily perspiring, he panted, watching her absorb the thrill to the fullest 
as she continued sucking, sucking, sucking, as if there were no tomorrow. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Nella was on fire. She had swallowed the fiery seed from the man's loins, 
having an orgasm herself in the process, but as he rested on the pallet 
where she had slept for most of the week, she realized her body needed more. 

Jose had been asleep for nearly an hour, and when he awoke, he saw the 
strained face of the lovely blonde and instantly knew she was in need of 
more of his attention. Without a word, he reached up and pulled her down to 
him. His hands stroked her body, caressing her flanks, feeling her breasts, 
and Nella writhed under him, feeling a sense of luxury and security for the 
first time since coming here. 

Jose was on her then, his breath coming rapidly, his hard chest pressing 
into her full breasts, and as he stared at her, he said, "I have always used 
my cock as a teaching tool before. This time I shall use it solely to bring 
you enjoyment, Nella." 

"Please," she begged. "Please, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, fuck me 
as well as you can, and then fuck me again." 

Her passion for him was uncontrollable. She ached to have him quench the 
blaze that seared between her thighs. 

Their mouths locked together and she rubbed against him, stroking his penis, 
feeling the rubbery length of it slowly swell, slowly stiffen, hardening 
into a tower of concrete; one that would plunge into the searing depths of 
her belly. Her nails trailed over his wrinkled scrotum again, adding tremors 
to his body, making him shudder with more intense desire than ever for her. 
He gasped a couple of times, feeling the way his cock jerked because of the 
way Nella was fingering the throbbing instrument. 

His mouth hungrily moved over her sweat-covered neck and shoulders, tasting 
the saltiness, loving it as his lips moved down to the hard peaks of her 
tantalizing nipples. He sucked strongly at the hardened buds, bringing gasps 
of mixed pleasure and delight from her as he bit her nipples the way she had 
bit into his cock, before. Then his mouth moved away as he continued sliding 
down her body. His lips covered her ribs with strong kisses, and his tongue 
washed her flesh, moving even lower until it delved into the cup of her 
navel. 

After this brief exploration he moved lower, following a line from her belly 
button straight down to her pubis. He slid his hands under her buttocks and 
lifted them ever so slightly. Nella was aware of his tongue on her thighs 
and she knew what he was going to do. Now she would have a chance to match 
his technique to that of Olivia. The tightness in her belly was becoming 
unbearable. Her loins were a seething whirlpool of uncontrolled passion. She 
opened her thighs with a little moan. 

Between them, he found the warm lips of her bubbling cunt. It blossomed 
open, beckoning to him, and he moved forward and extended his tongue, 
licking into her with sure, strong, swift lingual strokes. The lovely Nella 
had never felt such strength in a tongue before. Jose's way of lapping was 
completely different from the way Olivia's mouth had kissed her. Not that 
one was better than the other. Each was good in its own way. Slowly the 
man's tongue probed more deeply into her, and being longer than Olivia's 
tongue, it was able to reach in that much farther. Her hands clasped his 
head tightly between her quivering thighs. 

He continued licking with an overpowering, frenzied lust, finding her 
clitoris and sucking on it until it was fully erect. Then his lips fastened 
even more strongly on it, and Nella began squirming, writhing, jerking her 
hips as if she were trying to control her passion. She tugged his hair 
none-too-gently, her eyes tightly closed in wanton rapture, she wanted to 
feel his cock now, not his tongue. She was ready to be entered. 

"Oh, how I love you," she gasped, all but choking on the words, not 
realizing she was being observed by Eduardo Blass, who was wondering even 
now if this was all an act, or if she was sincere. 

Her words seemed to ease the tension in Jose, who had felt it incumbent to 
prove his masculinity with so many countless women. Now, for the first time, 
he was relaxed. But Nella was ablaze with need, and she yanked his head from 
her steaming feminine trench, pulling as if trying to yank him on top of 
her. 

"Lie on me!" she gasped, panting heavily. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me 
deep! Fuck me until I can't stand it anymore!" 

She was dizzy with her own lustful desires. At the moment she was an anxious 
well of desire, aching and longing for more and more. At this moment it 
seemed nothing mattered, not who she was, not where she was, nor why she had 
been brought here in the first place. Only this marvelous swirling of 
exultant pleasure, focusing on the nucleus between her thighs, which 
throbbed and ached for cock, counted. 

She reached between her thighs and found his body there, lean, hard, and 
waiting. Her hot hand gripped the hardness of his thrusting prick, her 
fingers massaging the circumcised head as she gently guided the organ to the 
waiting opening that craved it. Jose felt the absolute wetness of her fleshy 
warmth pressing against his penis as the latter prepared to enter her. 

"Querido mio, amor de mi vida," she whispered in Spanish, speaking the words 
of endearment so naturally, one would have thought she had lived here a 
lifetime. She had learned Spanish, what little she knew, from what she 
overheard between the brothers, and from what she had heard the villagers 
say as they passed by the hacienda. 

The moist heat of her inner self clamped him tightly within, and he began 
gasping as he started thrusting hard, quickly pounding his phallic length 
into the narrow tightness of an elastic tunnel that, no matter how often 
fucked, almost always seemed to return to its former tightness. His strokes 
slowed and lengthened as he continued filling her sweetly resisting inner 
passageway, going deeper and deeper into her. 

Beneath him, Nella's body quaked with desire, trembling as her nipples 
pushed into his hard body as if intent on cutting him, thus enhancing the 
pleasure for both of them. Her warm belly brushed against his, and her 
thighs clamped and undamped, holding him, then releasing him in waves of 
flesh warmth and air coolness. 

"Uuuuunnnggghhhh ... aaaannngggghhh!" Jose groaned, as he sensed the already 
tight walls of her sucking cunt crushing along the powering length of his 
mighty cock, a cock which felt ready to expand and burst at any moment. 

"My dearest darling," she whimpered repeatedly, clinging to him, bucking and 
writhing under him, slamming her groin up to meet his downward-thrusting 
crotch as she writhed under him. 

Her head whipped this way and that, deep white marks appearing as if by 
magic where her teeth bit into her lower lip. Passion so filled Nella, she 
wondered if she would ever be able to recover from this. Now and again their 
mouths came together, and her teeth bit his lip as she sucked on his tongue 
while forcing her own between his lips, panting hot breath into his mouth. 

The lovely blonde was tightly pinioned to the pallet by his hairy body, and 
Jose thought of the multitudes of other women he had known in this fashion 
as he held her with big, demanding hands while his throbbing cock continued 
delving into that most intimate core of her feminine being, pulsing and 
throbbing, making her interior respond with matching compressions. The two 
were consistently groaning, sobbing out primitive passions as he continued 
slamming into her slenderly girlish body, feeling her breasts press back at 
him. 

A chill traveled down Jose's spine as he realized, this time everything was 
different. This time he loved the woman, and he would be damned if he would 
let Eduardo sell her out from under him. His brother was indeed the older 
one, and also the head of the household, but that didn't give him the right 
to run Jose's life. Just thinking about how he would stop Eduardo should the 
latter become adamant in his insistence to sell Nella caused Jose to drive 
into the beautiful blonde with even deeper, harder thrusts. She welcomed his 
powering plunges and her throat rasped with pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh ... hhhhuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssssssss ... pleeeeaaaaasssse ... don't 
stop ... don't stop ... don't stop ... " she begged. 

Other women had begged him not to stop too, but he had never felt love for 
other women. This one was a goddess. She excited him as no other person had 
ever done. She was begging him for more, and since he had taken over her 
"training," Eduardo had not dared come near her, so that he knew her passion 
was for him and him alone. She wanted only that which he had to offer, and 
so he gave it to her, slamming it into her as hard as he was able. He lunged 
into her again and again, his hard cock bludgeoning the thrusts into her, 
working through a cunt that, in spite of the oils filling it, still managed 
to create resistance and friction within her. 

"God! God! God!" she cried, moaning. 

His hands slowly smoothed their way down her sides and then slid beneath her 
bouncing, jumping buttocks. He clasped one tightly in each hand, squeezing 
them, thinking to himself how absolutely lovely her buttocks were. They were 
tightening and loosening, firm, yet hollowed, relaxed, then squeezing. He 
pulled her hips against him and thrust into her pandiculation again, feeling 
her hurtle herself forward in order to take all of him into her. 

His fingers slipped over the tautly stretched flesh of her tantalizing 
bottom. They reached into the crevice between her asscheeks finding the 
tight elastic little orifice, and then he began pushing the finger inside. 

"Haaauuuu nnngggghhhh!" she gasped. "That hurrrrts! But don't stop, please 
don't stop!" she begged, too immersed in the thrills in her cunt to really 
want anything to interfere. 

He began moving his finger deeper and deeper into the soft, warm depths of 
her sweet rectum, bringing new gasps and exclamations from her silently 
working lips. He added another finger, stretching her rectal tunnel, feeling 
her tight resistance slowly yield as she began screwing her buttocks back on 
his thrusting fingers. Soon the two fingers were moving and circling inside 
her rectum, stretching the soft rubberiness so that she felt deliciously 
impaled in both orifices. She writhed in wildly ecstatic abandon, loving the 
dual intrusion. 

Her taut legs, on either side of the dual piercing, were now jerking and 
wriggling, her feet kicking into the air as she lost all control over 
herself. Jose felt their delightfully warm, fleshy pressure as they tightly 
clamped against him, her buttocks bouncing wildly and forcing him to drive 
his fingers into her rectum that much more deeply. 

Nella's eyes were tightly closed the entire time as her mouth worked and 
strained. The cords in her neck stood out with tension as she thrust back 
her head, feeling a delightful intensity that was far stronger than anything 
she had ever felt when he had previously fucked her. 

Jose Blass was aware of no other part of his body. All sensation, all 
thought, all intensity was concentrated in his heavy, full, swollen penis 
which continued moving in and out of her sucking vagina, lovingly clasped in 
the excruciating furnace of her seething vagina. He pulled his fingers from 
her anal opening, sliding them upward through the stretched crease between 
her thighs, feeling around and finally finding the soft folds of her 
tantalizing cunt as it clung to his cock-a cock that moved in and out of her 
churning funnel, forcing her inner flesh to yield and give way each time as 
it clung to his powerizer in a death-grip. She was whining and the heat from 
her body seemed to surround Jose like an enveloping mist. 

"Unnnnhhhh ... darling ... ohhhhhh ... hhhh-aaaannnnnhhh ... yessssssss ... 
I love you ... I love you ... I love you ... " 

"And I love you," he whispered to her. "You shall soon be all mine. Now 
concentrate on making this the best time ever for both of us, only so that 
next time will be even better. I want you to come, my love!" 

"YYYYESSSSS ... AAAANNNNNGGGHHHH ... HHHAAAANNNGGGG HHHHUUUNNNN-GGGHHHH ... 
OOOONNNNNGGGHHHH ... UUUUNNNGGGGGHHHH!" she gasped and screeched, attaining 
her peak as if on command, groaning and choking as she unleashed her inner 
passion. 

Nella felt her hot, wet inner cavern widen, the pressure around his penis 
relaxing, and then she felt the hot, oily liquid within her jet from the 
membranes in her walls and bathe his hard cock. 

Hot and throbbing, Jose began hastening the rate at which he was continually 
slamming his vibrant cock into the narrowness of Nella's seething pussy. He 
felt his own inner passion mounting ever higher, finally becoming a focus of 
defined sensation at the very tip as his balls rumbled and his prostate 
began pumping. 

He gripped her buttocks and squeezed tightly, the pressure almost more than 
Nella was able to bear. The beautiful blonde remained open to him as he 
finally reached his own point of culmination. 

"AAAAYYYYYY ... YYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH ... DDDIIOSSSSS ... GGGGHHHHAAA NNNNGGGGG 
HHHUUUUUNNNGGGG HHHH-AAAANNNNNNGGGGG HHHHYYYAAGGG-HHH!" 

He fired blast after blast of what was left inside him into her, feeling 
himself seemingly deflate as if air was going out of him. Was she some kind 
of succubus that she should drain him so totally each time they had an 
encounter? His hands gripped her shoulders as he rammed his cock into her 
again and again and again, and with his semen went all his pent-up emotion. 

Trembling now, he relaxed on top of her body, determined this time to remain 
awake, that determination staying with him even as lethargy totally overtook 
him and his eyes closed and he fell against her so that she remained 
helplessly crushed beneath him for more than two hours. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

Eduardo was both, angry and irritated. All the training of the remaining 
four women had come to a complete standstill. Jose was so enamored of Nella, 
he would do nothing until Eduardo finally would agree that Nella would 
belong to him. So Eduardo, rather than fight with his brother, decided to 
see how much Nella loved his brother. How much of herself would she be 
willing to give? 

The following morning, Eduardo told Jose and Olivia, "Today we will give 
Nella the final test. If she passes, then we will have a double wedding next 
week. If not, Nella will be sold, brother. No arguments. This is how it must 
be." 

"All right," Jose nodded. 

"Olivia, you must see to it the girls remain in the barracks," Eduardo told 
the chestnut-haired girl. "What happens next is between Jose, Nella, and 
myself." 

"Si," Olivia nodded, having taken to speaking Spanish to Eduardo whenever 
possible in order to learn more rapidly. 

"You," Eduardo said to Jose. "You will remain outside the room for ten 
minutes. Then you will come in. It is one thing for a girl to sacrifice 
herself for the man she supposedly loves, but only a woman who truly loves a 
man will do so when this man is watching ... and then joining in. 
Comprende?" 

"As you wish," Jose nodded. 

So it was that a few minutes later, Nella, who had been permitted to use the 
barracks shower that day was returning to the little room where she had been 
forced to stay when Eduardo approached her and said, "You will come with me, 
Senorita Nella." 

She followed him to the large bedroom asking, "What is it?" 

"It is Jose," he said. "My brother fancies himself in love with you. The 
question is, how do you feel about him?" 

"That's none of your business, seeing you're going to sell me anyway," Nella 
told him, standing near the large bed. 

"I will not have my business disrupted," Eduardo told her. "So I am throwing 
my brother out of the business." 

"Why?" Nella screamed. "Look, take me, sell me, do what you want with me, 
but don't hurt that man." 

"Ah, you do like him, eh?" 

"Yes," she admitted. 

"How much?" 

"Too much!" 

"You would do anything for him?" 

"Yes!" 

"Excellent!" Eduardo nodded, starting to undress. 

When Jose walked into the room some nine minutes later, he saw Nella on her 
knees on the bed, her white, upturned asscheeks waving in the air, as if 
beckoning to the stiff penis of Eduardo. When she turned and saw Jose, she 
was ready to leap from the bed, then thought better of it and stayed where 
she was. 

"That is most wise, Senorita Nella," Eduardo nodded. "I want my brother to 
see what a wanton slut you have become. If, after I have finished with you, 
he still wants you, he will stay in the business and he can have you with my 
blessing." 

Jose hated his brother at that moment, but took solace in the thought that 
he would be sharing Olivia one more time, too. He didn't enjoy watching his 
brother belittle this woman he had chosen for himself. Still, he had made an 
agreement, and he was willing to do anything to keep Nella, even if it 
included allowing his brother to fuck her one more time. Now Eduardo was 
about to do to the blonde what he, himself, had done to Olivia that first 
time, though at that time Olivia had not been Eduardo's intended. The naked 
Eduardo was moving toward Nella's upthrust rump, his stiff cock standing out 
in front of him. Jose felt ridiculous, as if he were watching some kind of 
insane playacting. 

Eduardo had kneed his way onto the bed, peering intensely at the tantalizing 
little brown pucker of the blonde girl's anal opening. He was glad he had 
thought of this plan. Proving Nella would do anything for Jose, including 
sacrificing herself, if necessary, meant there would be two more trustworthy 
members of the Blass Family, once the four of them got married. It also 
meant that Nella would watch the "family business" as carefully as he and 
his brother. He knew the blonde woman was intelligent and shrewd, and none 
of the other women they would bring in would be able to get around Jose as 
Nella had, because Nella would jealously guard that which was hers. Yes, he 
would lose sixty thousand dollars-this time. But he would make it up with 
the next shipment. 

Eduardo moved his body from side to side as he kneed forward, his hands 
reaching out and separating the shiny white globes of Nella's ass. Grunting 
with pleasure, he pushed the blunt-tipped penis against the tantalizing 
rosebud of her anus, slowly, carefully, gently forcing the head into the 
narrowly constricted hole. Nella tried struggling, but Eduardo held her 
steady, little by little forcing his cock ever deeper into her squeezing 
rectum. Little by little it sank farther in, and her tightly resisting 
sphincter contracted, forming an almost unbreachable ring, but he thrust 
hard, and his phallus penetrated. 

"Haaauuuunnnngggghhhh! It hurts! It hurts!" Nella gasped, remembering only 
too well how Olivia had screamed when Jose had done this to her that first 
time. 

Her cries only enhanced Eduardo's delight. He pushed in harder, his invading 
prick sinking deeper and deeper, thrilling to the crushing tightness of her 
rectum. Though she kept trying to evacuate the penis, Eduardo kept on 
shoving forward, feeling the thrilling pressure of her crushing buttocks 
surrounding his cock. 

The roundness of her asscheeks against his hairy thighs, plus the heated air 
emanating from her dry rectum as it surrounded his throbbing pole, added to 
the sight of her sweetly divided rectal crevice, that tiny mouth widely 
stretched in order to engulf his thick prick, filled Eduardo with a sense of 
satisfaction for the first time in days. Though he had fucked all four of 
the other girls in the ass, he took particular pleasure in doing this to 
Nella. He would never be able to fuck her again after this, so he was going 
to milk all the pleasure possible from this last fuck, because it was 
obvious she was going to pass this last test. 

Nella knelt on the bed, her head pressed into the mattress, feeling the 
thickness of the penis inside her. It had hurt at first, it had hurt a lot, 
and now she not only sympathized, but empathized with Olivia. She had been 
wise not to yell too loudly, because the look in Jose's eyes told her the 
man was ready to pounce on his brother. 

She felt Eduardo's penis tug back a little, then slide forward, repeating 
this a number of times until her rectum slowly but surely became accustomed 
to the thickness and the pain slowly but surely began disappearing. Her 
smooth, tautly clinging rectum became a willing container for the thrusting 
stiffness of Eduardo Blass's driving cock. 

It was at this point that Nella first began feeling the rectal thrills, just 
as she had felt them when Olivia had fingered her rectum while licking her 
pussy. But Eduardo's cock was a lot longer than Olivia's finger, and she 
became aware of the head sliding into her colon. She was glad she'd been 
able to evacuate the contents of her large intestine just before taking that 
shower. Her empty colon was able to handle the penis more easily. 

Nella slammed her rectum straight back, helping Eduardo grind his organ into 
her, filling the tiny hole in her rear to its maximum. Another new world of 
delightful thrills was opening to Nella, one which, she would shortly 
discover, she would enjoy this one time only, for her husband would never 
again allow any man other than himself to touch her, and her husband was 
going to be Jose Blass. 

"Deeper!" Nella gasped, actually enjoying what Eduardo was doing to her. 

"There is nothing like an unstretched, virgin asshole," Eduardo grunted, and 
Jose was gritting his teeth, unable to stand much more of this. Had he known 
Olivia would have become Eduardo's intended, he would never have put her 
through the ordeal he had made her suffer. In fact, what he did, he had done 
at Eduardo's insistence. Now his brother was paying him back, and yet this 
was unfair because Eduardo knew how he felt about Nella. 

Eduardo continued driving his throbbing phallic pale that much harder and 
faster into the rectum of the woman who was to become his sister-in-law. 
Perspiration broke out all over him, and Nella's body was glistening with a 
sheen of perspiration, as well. 

"Ahhhhh ... uuunnnnhhh ... yessss ... that'ssss ... gooood uhhhh ... " Nella 
gasped, her sighs a combination of moans and gasps as the delight continued 
to grow and the agony faded completely away. All the while she continued 
ramming her buttocks back against the thighs of the man fucking her. 

Jose stood there, watching, feeling irritated, wishing Nella had attempted 
to preserve her honor and stop all this when he had walked in. Yet he was 
aware, deep down, that what she was doing, she was doing out of love for 
him. His own cock was swollen, stiff, throbbing, and how he wanted to use it 
on the blonde. 

"She is a good ... unhhhh ... woman, Jose," Eduardo was grunting. "She was 
willing to ... uhhh ... have me sell her ... Oooohhhh ... to keep you from 
leaving the business. She let me fuck her this way to convince me she would 
do anything to preserve your personal honor, even if it meant besmirching 
her own. Come, join us!" 

"Just how can he join us?" Nella gasped, wild-eyed with a combination of 
lust and fear. 

"He can become one of the slices of bread in a sandwich," Eduardo insisted. 
"You, dear lady, are the meat. I shall lie flat on the bed on my back, and 
you shall lie on top of me with my cock locked in your ass. Then my brother 
shall push his cock into your cunt, and you will feel thrills the like of 
which you will never know again. When this is over, we will sandwich Olivia 
as well, for that is only fair. You are willing, senorita?" 

"I'll do anything Jose wishes." 

"This one time, Nella-mia," he said to her, "do as my brother says. After 
today, the ordeal will be over." 

He was already undressed, his throbbing masculine cock jutting straight out 
in front of him. He took a few steps over to where Nella and his brother 
were on the bed, and kneeing his way on to the bed, he moved toward Nella's 
face. His hand reached down and he wove his fingers in her hair, and when 
she looked up, she saw his throbbing phallic spire, and she smiled. 

"Kiss it for luck, my love," Jose insisted. 

She leaned forward and opened her mouth, sucking the penile head in and 
soaking it with her saliva. Then he withdrew the penis and waited as Eduardo 
fell on his side, taking Nella with him, then pulled her over on top of him 
as he lay on his back with his cock still buried to the hilt in the narrow 
tightness of her squeezing rectum. Both were face-up as Jose hovered over 
them. 

"Now," Eduardo said to his brother, "you know what to do. I will keep my 
cock solidly buried in the tightness of this lovely rectum, hermano. Come 
ahead!" 

With that, Jose fell on the couple beneath him, noting his brother hadn't 
let up for a moment, but had his feet digging into the mattress for leverage 
as he pounded his cock into her rectum again and again. Without hesitating 
for an instant, Jose aimed his long, thick, throbbing cock between Nella's 
widespread white thighs, pressing his thick red glands against the pink 
split of her dripping cunt. She smiled at him, encouraging him to continue, 
and with a single long, hard, smooth stroke, he heavily crammed the full 
length of his knifing cock all the way into the sodden open cave between her 
nakedly widespread thighs. 

"Ohhhhh ... myyyyyy ... uuuunnnnhhhhh ... Godddd uhhhhhhh ... " Nella 
gasped, but thick as Jose's penis was, and thick as the cock in her ass was, 
she felt no agony, only ecstasy. Hers was a gasp of utter pleasure as she 
welcomed Jose's virile organ into the hungering depths of her quivering 
vagina, feeling it power all the way into her belly. She lay beneath Jose, 
sighing, caught between two penetrating phalluses at once, feeling the way 
they filled her clasping dual tunnels. A mere sliver of fleshy tissue 
separated the two male organs, and Nella was already able to sense them 
rubbing against one another. 

Eduardo, extremely aroused from the feel of his brother's cock sliding into 
Nella's cunt, began digging his feet all the more solidly into the bed and 
slamming his cock upward into the blonde's tight ass. After a few moments 
passed, the brothers, who had become attuned to one another over the years, 
caught the proper rhythm from each other, and began slamming the lovely 
woman between them back and forth as if she were a sack of foam rubber. All 
the while Nella continued uttering one long, low sigh, thrilling to the two 
penises pounding into her again and again. 

The lovely girl was in heaven. She thrilled to the pressure inside, as well, 
enjoying everything to the utmost, realizing this would be the last time she 
would ever again have the pleasure of being fucked by anyone other than 
Jose. 

Olivia, who had locked the girls into the barracks, came into the room, and 
she stared, hypnotized at the scene. Nella's lower holes were welcoming the 
penises as they were mouths swallowing yard-long hot dogs. Her aroused, 
lust-widened eyes gaped as the two phalluses continued wetting themselves in 
the seething depths of Nella's body. The one in her vagina received the full 
benefit of Nella's womanly secretions, while the one in her anus was soaked 
in its own seeping solution. Olivia saw the ragged pink edges of Nella's 
clutching cunnus draw back each time Jose's cock stroked back, then oozed 
back in each time the younger brother fucked his throbbing cock back into 
the simmering inner depths of Nella's crushing cunt. The same was true with 
the way Eduardo's cock moved in and out of Nella's tightly gripping asshole. 
Eduardo was pumping with maddening fury. 

"Anhhh ... unnnhhh ... oonnnnhhhh ... onh ... ahhhhhh ... " Nella chanted 
again and again in time to the wildly wicked thrusts ramming into her twin 
openings from the two brothers. Their movements became quicker as they kept 
on plunging into her as if she were a helpless rag doll created expressly 
for the purpose of what was presently happening to her. The trio was 
groaning loudly, coarsely, groans intermingling in a cacophony of maddening 
sexual delight. 

Eduardo was enjoying all this immensely, already having made up his mind 
that Nella was officially part of their new family. Jose kept thrusting into 
his future wife's cunt with the savage knowledge that before the week was 
out, he would be doing this with Olivia too, and he would slip her an 
aspirin instead of one of the "after" contraceptive pills so that she just 
might possibly give him a son instead of a nephew, and since he and Eduardo 
had a strong physical resemblance to one another, Eduardo would never know 
the difference. The idea made him smile. 

Eduardo wanted to end all this as soon as possible. The training of the 
other four girls was way behind schedule. Love was fine for the evenings, 
and he and Jose would be able to offer the women all kinds of love at that 
time. But the days belonged to business. The women would not only have to 
accept their fucking other women, but both Nella and Olivia would have to 
help oversee the women, and even occasionally watch their husbands 
"perform." 

At the moment, all he was concerned about was finishing this wonderful fuck. 
Nella had a nice, tight virgin ass, but the time had come to bring all this 
to an end. He threw himself into what he was doing with more and more 
intensity, driving his phallus ever deeper into the woman's asshole, and the 
thrills inside him were continuing to build. 

"I ... uhhhh ... can ... ohhhh ... feel ... iiiiit ... " Nella was gasping 
as she realized she was going to have a dual orgasm; one in her vagina and 
one in her rectum. "Ohhhh ... yesssss ... uuuunnnngggghhhhh ... I'm ... 
aanngghh going to ... hhhhuuuuunnn-hhhhh ... COMMMMME ... YYYYAAAAIIII-YYYYY 
AAAAGGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGG HHHHAAAARRRRGGGGG HHHUUUUU-WWWWAAAA UUUUWWWW 
AAAAAGGGG HHHEEEEYYYY AAAAA IIIIYYYYAAAAGG-GGG HHHHAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" 

The beautiful blonde was totally out of her mind with wanton rapture at this 
point. Her voice screamed out her orgasm again and again. The pinnacle 
seemingly repeated itself, and she bucked and slammed, hurling her cunt 
forward on Jose's cock, and her ass back on Eduardo's. 

Her movement became too much for the two brothers. Eduardo was the first to 
come, and he bellowed long and loud, firing a heavy wad into the narrow 
tightness of Nella's squeezing ass. It was joined by a hot flood from Jose's 
phallus as he hosed Nella's squeezing pussy again and again, and the heated 
sperm set off another series of orgasms in the lovely blonde. 

 CHAPTER NINETEEN 

Of necessity, it was a small wedding. The official honeymoon had to wait a 
week while the two brothers finished with the four other teenage girls who 
had come with Nella and Olivia. Olivia proved to be a sharp bargainer, and 
after discovering who was in the most dire need of a woman, and which of 
these men was willing to pay the most, she managed to get Eduardo fifty 
percent more for the four than he had expected, somewhat making up for the 
loss of money he was unable to receive for not selling her and Nella. 

Nella became the overseer, and Olivia the bookkeeper, and it soon became 
apparent to the two Blass brothers that the women would save them 
considerably more money than they would have ever gotten for having sold 
them. 

Olivia became pregnant first, and Jose smirked to himself, certain the fact 
that he gave her an aspirin rather than an "after" contraceptive pill after 
sandwiching her with Eduardo was the critical factor. He never told Nella. 

When the child was born, a girl, it was named, appropriately enough, Josefa. 
Less than a year after that, Nella gave birth to a girl, and she named it 
Olivia, after her sister-in-law, and best friend. Neither girl gave birth to 
any sons, yet in future years, their daughters would run the slave-trade 
business as well as their fathers had, dealing in male slaves as well as 
female slaves. But neither girl would fall in love with any of the male 
slaves. Unlike their parents, they were less emotional and far more 
practical. 


 End
