Chapter XIII The Nightmare Continues
Ernie Gibbs had climbed up onto the rear edge of the bed and taken a
stance between Teresa's spreadeagled legs before Jack Slocum reached the door
on his way to the kitchen. The flickering candlelight in Teresa's bedroom had
conspired to cast the silhouette of the dark-skinned beauty onto the wall on
Ernie's right. There he could see the shapely outline of Teresa's taut,
tortured body arched over the fallen barstool on the bed like a ravishing
rainbow. And the churlish little leprechaun straddling her was ready to claim
his pot of gold.
The wiry little man ran his gnarly hands over Teresa's sleek, sweaty thighs
and shapely buttocks which were still palpably warm from her caning. Teresa
grimaced in pain as Ernie the Weasel fondled her smooth, rod-ravaged
bottomcheeks.
Ernie couldn't get enough of Teresa's nut brown behind, squeezing, mauling,
groping her rounded nether-ovals to his heart's delight. "Ohh, baby, you got
one hot little ass!" Ernie exulted as he withdrew his left hand and began to
stroke his half-erect man-weapon. His swollen prick responded enthusiastically
to his oft-practiced pulls, firming with blood-hardened lust.
"Ever taken it up the ass, you Mexican whore?" Ernie asked grimly, as he
slid the tip of his pulsing cock slowly up and down Teresa's buttock crease,
enjoying the delicious pressure of her smooth butt-ovals against his stiffening
manhood.
His stricken captive shook her head, "No... nunca...Please... No..."
Ernie responded to her pathetic plea with a gloating, "Well, Happy Fucking
Birthday, then mija! Cause that's where yer gonna get it! Oh, man, that feels
good! Don't it, baby?" Ernie the Weasel crowed lustily as he worked his
throbbing cock back and forth through Teresa's tempting bottom-cleavage.
Ernie Gibbs savored that tantalizing friction until he was almost ready
to explode and then he fisted his cock into position and pressed it right up
against Teresa's puckering starfish. "Yep, yer gonna get it up yer sweet
little ass, now, so you might as well relax and enjoy it," Ernie rasped as he
tried to work his stiff prick into the tight little roseate. "C'mon, take it,
mija!" he muttered angrily.
But the beautiful Latina was both tiny and dry, and her every reflex
fought to repel the invading penis.
"Stop fighting me, bitch, or yer gonna wish you had!" Ernie growled as he
struggled to wedge his blood-hardened cock into her delicate orifice. But his
position was a little awkward, standing on the rear edge of the bed above her
arced body, and his frustration grew. And then he remembered how Black Jack had
forced his monster-cock into Honey's resisting butthole back at the Wilson
ranch.
"Hey, Jackson!" he called out to his partner in the kitchen, "Heat me up
some lard or oil or something."
Beneath him the tightly bound beauty, her every straining muscle stretched
to its limits by her erotic bedpost bondage, shuddered in horror and wriggled
against the barstool, but Jack had done his work well. Escape was impossible,
and mercy unlikely.
While he waited for Jack to return, Ernie jammed his cock into Teresa's
more receptive pussy, and began plowing his pulsing man-meat into Teresa's
velvety vagina, while he probed her obstintate anus with a skinny,
tongue-moistened finger. "Yeah, that's nice, " he crooned, as he worked his cock
back and forth in her pleasure nook. "Makes a nice little warm-up, don't it,
sweetie?"
He was pumping his swollen organ into her at a pretty good clip when Jack
returned, carrying an earthenware plateful of carne asada and tortillas and a
fresh bottle of liquor. Balanced on top of the flat tortillas was a small
porcelain pitcher, which he had converted into a make-shift gravy boat. Jack
held the plate up to his partner gesturing for him to take the tiny pitcher.
Ernie foolishly took it by the handle, and almost let it drop -- "Grover
Goddamn Cleveland, Jack! Geesus, that's hot!"
"Oh, sorry, pard. I plumb forgot," Jack smirked. "Meant to give you this
first," and Jack extended a soiled napkin that Ernie could use as a sort of
potholder for the small pitcher of sizzling-hot lard.
"Asshole!" Ernie muttered.
"You talkin' to me - or hers?" Jack smirked with a toothy grin.
Ignoring him, Ernie carefully took a safe grip on the handle, and then
touched the base of the scalding container to each of Teresa's shapely brown
buttocks. "Aaghh!" she exclaimed as her bottomcheeks jumped uncontrollably each
time Ernie held the hot metal against them.
"Yeah, it's hot alright, Jack!" Ernie giggled psychotically. "This
shit'll loosen her up!" And Ernie proceeded to touch the piping hot porcelain
to the small of her back briefly before he returned to her ass, slowly dragging
the steaming receptacle down the lovely length of her butt-crack, while Teresa
writhed in agony.
Meanwhile Jack Slocum took a seat on the edge of the bed, with the plate of
food in his lap, and began eating as nonchalantly as if he were at a Texas
roadhouse, while he watched the continuing torment of Teresa Martinez.
After dragging the scalding-hot porcelain pitcher down Erika's inviting
buttock-cleft, Ernie pulled backed away from Teresa slightly, muttering, "I
warned you to loosen up, girl! " Then he cautiously upended the pitcher and
let some of the sizzling grease drip into the beautiful groove between Teresa's
mocha-brown butt-cheeks.
"AURGGHHHH!!!" Teresa's entire body convulsed in a paroxysm of agony the
moment the first scalding drop touched her sensitive flesh.
Jack Slocum set his plate down on the bed, and, still chewing, reached for
Teresa's discarded panties and stuffed them deep into her open mouth. "Keep it
down, mija!" he mumbled through a mouthful of carne asada. "Cain't you let a
man enjoy his dinner in peace?"
Ernie chuckled, and then trickled some more of the hot grease onto Teresa's
quivering buttocks while she screamed voicelessly into the stifling gag. "You
shoulda listened when I told ya to relax," Ernie scolded. Ernie paused for a
few seconds, enjoying her suffering, and then poured another few drops into her
butt-crease, causing Teresa's body to spasm yet again.
Then he clutched her left buttock with his left hand, spreading her cheeks
a little wider, and then targeted the winking rosette itself, letting drop after
sizzling drop spill directly onto her asshole and then run down into her labia,
sending Teresa's pelvis into another long, convulsive shudder.
It only took a few moments for the grease to cool, and Ernie wasted no time
rubbing his dickhead up and down the groove between Teresa's asscheeks, until
it was slick with grease. Once the tip of his throbbin cockstaff was suitably
slick, Ernie jammed it against Teresa's winking rosebud, and then slowly wedged
it into her tight muscular ring. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah! That's good, honey."
Teresa could do little more than issue a series of low-voiced moans as her
tormentor worked his cock slowly back and forth in her tight, tubular slippery
channel slowly for a few seconds. Then he began to screw her even more
vigorously, pumping her harder and harder, grunting with every stroke.
"Oh, Geesus! Jack, I tell ya, she's tighter'n a Texas handshake!" Ernie
groaned with pleasure as he thrust his scrawny hips forward, reveling in the
sweet suction of Teresa's virginal rectum. "First time, eh mija?" Ernie rasped
as he tightened his grip on her hips and drove his skinny cockshaft still
deeper into his helpless prisoner. "Mmm, that's good! Geesus! Milk that
prick, honey!"
Ernie's every vicious lunge drove Teresa's tender tummy painfully against
the rough wooden barstool over which she was splayed. Meanwhile Jack Slocum was
munching on tortilla-wrapped carne asada with one hand, while he enjoyed the
action. Each of Ernie's punishing thrusts made Teresa's pendulous breasts dance
temptingly in the air, and Ernie kept her young girl-globes swaying alluringly
as he picked up the tempo, pumping faster and faster into her rectum.
Jack watched Teresa's succulent, dark-nippled breasts bobble and bounce
until he just couldn't keep his hands off them any more. He reached out and
cupped her left breast gently with a huge hairy hand, while Ernie battered away
at her behind. Then, Jack's dark, reptilian eyes narrowed and he began to
tighten his grip.
Teresa looked at the black-clad outlaw in despair, pleadingly, but the
sinister, snake-eyed desperado merely gave her a vulpine smile, and squeezed her
dark-tipped breast harder still, his callused fingers rough against her tender
nipple. Finally Jack pulled his hand away; it was dappled with crimson from the
cactus cuts his pressure had re-opened. The traces of blood on his hand seemed
in keeping with the meat juice that trickle from the corners of Slocum's mouth,
accentuating his wolfish leer.
Meanwhile Ernie was driving into Teresa like a man possessed, his hairy
cojones slapping against her ass with every pleasurable thrust. "Geesus, Jack,
she is SO fucking tight!" The Weasel had figured out to get better leverage now
-- by standing above Teresa's elevated pelvis, with his knees slightly bent, and
his wrists gripping the ends of the stool that lay across the bed. From that
position he was able to focus the power in his bony hips more forcefully, and he
took full advantage, pumping his rigid man-weapon into her body, while pulling
the stool -- and the shapely young body bound to it - toward him with all of his
strength. And despite Teresa's resistance, or maybe because of it, the muscles
of her virginal rectum clenched around his cock like a hot fleshy vise.
Ernie continued to pound away, grunting loudly with each pelvic thrust as
he plowed into her rectal canal. The way Ernie had it figured, nothin' shows
a woman who's boss like a good ass-fucking. And he was givin' Teresa Maria
Elena Martinez a work-out she'd remember for a long, long time!
But all good things must come to an end, and for Ernie 'cum' comes sooner
than for most. Within a couple of minutes, he growled, "Mmmmm, baby, get ready!
Here it comes, here it comes, geesusss, here it fuckin' comes!! Right up yer
sweet ass!! Ah! Ahh! Aghhhh!" and with a final shudder of ecstasy, the sadistic
little man emptied his viscous load deep into Teresa's bowels.
When he withdrew his prick from Teresa's bottom it was covered with semen
and rectal slime. He climbed unsteadily down off the back of the bed, still
breathing hard, and walked around to its front, where he quickly untied Teresa's
right arm from the bedpost.
When Jack, seated on the other side of the bed looked at him quizzically,
Ernie volunteered, "Teresa's been watchin' you eat that meat for a while; I
reckon it's time she had a bone to suck on herself."
And Ernie slid up on the bed so that he was kneeling, facing the
beleaguered Mexican beauty, the head of his disgustingly slimy cock mere inches
from her lips. He paused to re-tie her right wrist to the bedpost and then
reached into her mouth, removed the pantie-gag, and leaned forward so that his
semen-covered dong brushed her pouting lips and said, "Here, baby, suck on this
for a while! Go on! Lick it clean!"
The thought of her mouth on the slimy organ that had just been several
inches up her rear passage was nauseating, and Teresa pulled away, shaking her
glossy black mane violently from side to side in refusal.
But no sooner had she done so, than Jack's thumbnail and forefinger closed
on the sensitive tip of her left nipple, crushing the tender bud with almost
unbearable pressure.
"Aiiiiiii!" Teresa screamed, now that her mouth was free of the gag.
Jack's grip relaxed for a moment, long enough for him to ask, "You gonna do
like my pard wants?" When her response was not immediate, his talons closed on
the delicate brown nipple-nugget again.
"Aiiiee" she screamed again, "Dios, ayude-me. Si! I will do it."
"Damned straight, you'll do it," Ernie barked. "Now clean that prick off."
Ernie grabbed a handful of Teresa's ebony hair and guided her head to his
still semi-erect penis as the dark-eyed dancer began the debasing task of
licking the repulsive slime off of Ernie's cock.
