Chapter XIV The Fury of Black Jack Slocum
When Teresa had licked every last drop of putrid semen from his cock,
goaded, when her efforts flagged, by Jack's punishing nails renewing their
attack on her aching nipples, Ernie said, "Good girl. You make a mighty fine
little Mexican cocksucker, mija." Then the ferret-faced man turned to Jack,
"How much longer before we gotta be headin' out?"
Jack had finished his meal except for a few good-sized jalapenos on the
edge of his plate that he apparently had no taste for. He set the plate on the
nearer nightstand and considered while he scratched his three-day-old beard.
"Well, I reckon it's 3:00 or 3:30 now; sunrise'll be a little 'afore six. We'd
better be outa here in the next coupla hours or so, if we're gonna put some
distance between us, and whatever dumb Mexicans come along lookin' for our
little dancing girl in the mornin'."
Ernie was pulling his grungy pants back on. "Well I'm gonna get some grub.
You look like you're ready for a second helping, buddy?" Ernie smirked, nodding
toward Teresa.
"Yeah, me and her's fixin' to have some private moments together, ain't we,
Teresa?" he said with a sinister grin. "I got me a hankerin' to whisper some
sweet nuthin's in her ear. Whyn't you take your skinny ass outa here and make
yerself scarce for a while, pard?"
Teresa, her long ebony hair wild around her face and shoulders, her lovely
naked body in pain but her spirit unbroken, gave the swarthy desperado a look of
withering contempt, as her beautiful dark eyes smoldered with rage and hatred.
Seeing Teresa's expression, Ernie chuckled, "Big Jack, you got a ways to
go before this filly is broken!" before turning and heading toward the kitchen.
But not before he had seen the ominous black cloud that passed over Jack's face
in reaction to Teresa's glare. Ernie knew that look, and it spelled more
trouble for the bronze-skinned beauty.
Ernie couldn't resist leaving the bedroom ever so slightly ajar as he went
into the kitchen, even though Jack had made it clear he didn't want to be spied
on. Jack was moody that way. Some times he liked showing off, just like he had
years earlier when he and Ernie -- together with a few of their boyhood pals --
had begun their sordid career by raping sweet Daisy Thompson, the sharecropper's
daughter. Who could forget the way her young brown body, had squirmed in the
tall grass as each of the boys had mounted her out behind Pappy Gibbs' woodshed?
Or how her gleaming bottom had wriggled when Ernie had fetched his pa's strap
and the boys had taken turns flogging her squirming buttocks when had she
refused to take them into her mouth? Or how her cocoa-colored nipples had
danced with pain when Jack had flipped her over and launched a few vicious
strokes at her nubile breasts?
Yeah, sometimes Jack was in the mood for doublin' up on a girl, as they had
done with Honey Wilson, and Teresa herself earlier in the night. But there had
been other times, too, with other women, when, to Ernie's disappointment, Jack
had shoo'd his skinny sidekick away, as if he wanted to demonstrate his power
and mastery to his victim, to show that he didn't need anyone's help to drag her
through the depths of degradation.
But Ernie had had a passion for peeping since he was a kid, when he used to
spy on his older sister and three or four of her girlfriends when they went out
to the swimmin' hole. He'd gotten his first real erection when he was eleven,
hidin' out there in the piney woods, watchin' those smooth-skinned fourteen,
fifteen and sixteen-year-old girls splashing in that shallow pond. Over the
next two or three years he'd pumped enough jizz into those bushes he'd hid
behind to fertilize a flower garden. To this today, he still liked to see a
woman naked and dripping wet, just like those girls looked when they took their
first step out of the old swimmin' hole, their wet young bodies gleaming in the
summer sun.
And he still got a kick out of peeping, too. It wasn't so long ago that
he'd worked on the Wilson ranch and he'd found a good vantage point outside a
bedroom window. From there, night after night, he had been able to watch the
delicious Honey Wilson prepare for bed.
He'd never forget those nights in the darkness, feverishly enjoying the
sight of the sexy young blonde as she slowly undressed, removing her clothes
piece by piece, until the creamy curves of her naked young body were clad in
nothing more than the pale moonlight. And what a body that cock-teasing bitch
had had! Long, luscious legs, the most spankable ass between San Antone and
Santa Fe, that delicious golden vee between her legs, and the juiciest pair of
tits a man could ever hope to see.
Night after night he'd watched her standing nude in front of her mirror,
touching herself, or lying across her stark white sheets while her hands
explored her body in the stillness of the west Texas night.
From the way she touched herself, and occasionally glanced toward the
window, Ernie reckoned she knew someone was watching, but enjoyed putting on a
show anyways. But one night, the way he had it figgered, she had realized that
it was him who was getting' his jollies, rather than Red or Buck or Stoney, and
she had complained to her daddy. The next morning the other ranch hands had
kicked his ass good, knocking out a couple of his back teeth in the process,
and thrown him off the ranch.
But he'd had the last laugh, him and Jack, when papa and the ranch-hands
had gone on a cattle drive to Abilene. Once she was alone on the ranch, Jack
had taken Honey by surprise and hung her sun-tanned body, clad only in pretty
white panties, from a rafter in the Wilson barn, and Ernie had paid her back for
the beating he had taken. Ernie'd been a boxer briefly in his youth, and he had
put on a pair of thick leather riding gloves and sparred a round with his
defenseless, nearly nude blonde "opponent", punching her trim stomach, her
gently curved flanks, and, especially, her ripe young breasts.
He'd only used a fraction of his strength of course, but even so he would
never forget the satisfying feel of his gloved fists jabbing Honey's lush,
pink-nippled girl-globes with a series of crisp, straight-on lefts. Now and
then he'd show'd her a little fancy footwork and mixed in a right cross or a
left hook, too, in order to punish the outer curves of the nicest pair of
punching bags he'd ever seen. They'd worked Honey over good, him and Jack had,
over the next day or so, but he didn't think he'd ever forget that
cock-thrilling first act of his revenge, when he'd made Honey Wilson pay for
teasing him all those nights....
"Aaahhhh! Oh God, no!" Ernie's pleasant reminiscences were interrupted by
a groan emanating from the adjoining bedroom. Followed moments later by a
tearful, "Stop! Por favor! It hurts!"
"It's supposed to hurt, bitch! And it's gonna hurt more if you don't give
me yer other leg, and quit yer damn whinin'."
Moments later Ernie heard Teresa whimper, "No, it won't
go...please...no...ayuda me... aaagggh! Oh, God! Por favor.., please...mmgph"
and then her voice died away.
His curiosity piqued by Teresa's pitiable moans, Ernie had to force himself
to ignore the goings-on in the bedroom and to focus on business. He and Jack
had a couple of days ride back to the border-crossing at Nogales, so he figured
he might as well pack up some grub for the trip. While he heated up some of the
carne asada on the old wood stove, he went through the pantry cupboards
carefully, selecting items that would serve well on the trail. Ernie also had
his eye out for Teresa's stash - the bitch had stolen his poker winnings and the
rest of his money. And no Mexican half-breed slut was gonna get away with
robbin' Ernie Gibbs!
While the food was warming up on the big wooden stove, he satisfied himself
that there was nothing of value hidden in any of the kitchen cabinets, savoring
as he did so, the robust scent of the carne asada sizzling in the pan. Teresa
was a good cook, and all the activity of the night had heightened his own
appetite. He was ravenous.
Only muffled groans had escaped the adjacent room for a couple of minutes,
until Ernie heard Jack growl angrily, "You shouldn't have disrespected me like
that in front of my partner."
Even though he knew Jack didn't like being spied on, Ernie grabbed a few
strips of the now-warm carne asada and tiptoed over to the bedroom door. As he
bit off a chunk of the tasty meat, he put his good eye to the tiny crack he had
left. Quite a sight awaited him as he squinted into the flickering candlelight.
Teresa was lying face up on the bed, slightly propped up, with her head pressed
back against the massive wrought-iron headboard. Jack had forced her arms back
through openings in the wrought iron, and then lashed her upper arms tightly to
the iron bars -- leaving her hands free but powerless.
And then he had forced her right leg up and back, and artistically coiled a
heavy rope six times in contiguous loops around her ankle before tying it to the
top of the right-hand bed post, high above her head. And then he had done the
same with her left leg. With her ankles pinned high on the headposts of the
bed, Teresa's coppery legs formed a lovely, but painful-looking, vertical 'V'
that was nearly as wide as the bed itself.
From Ernie's vantage point behind the door, at right angles to the bed, he
could only imagine how that position must have exposed her juicy naked cunt.
But Big Jack Slocum, kneeling between her legs, had a bird's eye view. Her
labia peeked through her prolific black pubic hair, pink and moist, her sturdy
little clit exposed and vulnerable. Jack reached over grabbed a pillow, and slid
it under her ass, elevating her pelvis slightly. Teresa's well-greased little
asshole seemed to wink at him in the candlelight.
"All right, baby. Now you're gonna pay for that evil look you gave me,"
the big man snarled menacingly, "cause I'm gonna fuck everything you got! And
Jack's long arms reached over her head, and grabbed a couple of the sturdy bars
in the iron grillework for leverage, as he pressed his huge cock up against
Teresa's womanhood. He taunted her with it, brushing it lightly against the
folds of her sex once or twice, before suddenly ramming its length into her
gaping pussy with one powerful thrust.
"Unnnghhhhhhhhh!" Teresa groaned miserably, as Jack buried his truncheon
deep inside her.
Ernie's teeth tore into another strip of the tangy beef as he watched with
awe from his clandestine vantage point. Big Jack's hairy ass was moving back
and forth like some inhuman engine of flesh, as he implacably drilled his Texas
ramrod into Teresa's soft womanhood again and again. With her feet pinned high
on the bedposts, the lovely Latina was bent like a human pretzel, utterly
powerless to escape Jack's punishing pounding.
Torn between the desire to watch, and his eagerness to find his money,
greed finally won out. Ernie swallowed the last of the carne asada, washed it
down with a slug of tequila, and walked back into the bar/dining area, his good
eye darting around the room. Behind the bar, in a recess under the counter, he
found a cigar box that Teresa evidently used as a till. But it contained only
couple of hundred pesos and a few dollars American -- peanuts.
Pocketing the money, Ernie the weasel looked around carefully -- she had to
have hidden the money somewhere!
"Por favor...no...ooohh... Aaghhhhh, it hurts!"
Ernie smiled at the cries of pain emanating from Teresa's bedroom. Served
the thieving bitch right! He looked around the cantina as he reached into his
nearly empty bag of chewing tobacco, and put the remnants of the stringy tobacco
into his mouth. He quickly had to switch it from the left side of his mouth,
where he usually chewed, to the right, because the left side of his face was
still painfully sore from where Carlos had struck him with the bottle.
As he renewed his search, Ernie the Weasel could hear Teresa's bed,
rattling like the sound of a locomotive passing over crooked railroad ties, from
a good two rooms away, punctuated by Jack's guttural grunts of pleasure and
Teresa's almost continuous moans of pain. Damn! Ernie thought, his partner must
really be fucking the shit out of her. Ernie rifled through a few more drawers,
and then he searched the cabinet that housed the cantina's dishes, glasses, and
silverware. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
He had just removed the cushions of El Viejo's armchair, intending to
search beneath them, when he heard another plaintive cry from the bedroom.
"No, no, for the love of God, no... Don't... Aggh! Aggghh!! Aggggghhh!!!"
This time Ernie couldn't restrain himself. He retraced his steps to the
door and peeked in again. In the dim candlelight, he could see the bed shaking
violently as Jack's muscular body pumped into the young girl, but he was moving
more slowly now, and more effortfully. But the angle of his body seemed lower,
and Teresa was obviously in even greater distress. "Too bad my partner had to
loosen you up, baby," Jack muttered grimly. "I was hopin' for a crack at a
cherry asshole!"
Ernie could hardly believe it -- he had barely been able to work his
normal-sized dick into Teresa's slim anal channel. His jaw worked aggressively
at his chaw. How in the world could she take Jack's stallion-sized organ?
And truth to tell, the dark-eyed beauty wasn't able to take it very well.
She felt as if someone had stuck a cudgel in her rectum, and some hellish giant
was using a gigantic sledge to drive it in, inch by ass-ripping inch. Could a
woman be raped to death? she wondered. Nothing she had been through that night,
neither belt, nor whip, nor cane was as horrible, or as humiliating, as Jack's
pile-driving anal assault.
Little by little, Jack forced his prodigious man-meat into Teresa's
exquisitely tight rectum, while his powerful hands gripped the wrought iron
headboard to assure himself maximum leverage.
To Teresa it felt as if Black Jack's entire two hundred pound weight had
been compressed into the battering-ram cock that hammered into her relentlessly,
metronomically -- again and again and again.
The harder he pounded her, the louder Jack grunted. "Fuck! That's good!
So fucking tight!! Fuck!!!" he growled. "Up to the fuckin' hilt, mija, that's
how you're gonna get it. I'm fixin' to split you in half!"
Sweat was pouring off Jack's upper body now, and dripping down to join
Teresa's own perspiration. Jack could feel her sweat-slick tits beneath him as
he continued ramming his fuck-pole into Teresa's tiny sphincter, and then he
figured, what the hell? -- it would be a shame to waste those sweat-lubricated
mammaries.
To Teresa's great relief, Jack pulled his humongous horse-cock out of her
rear tunnel. But her relief was to prove short-lived.
Because Big Jack reached his long arm across to the nightstand and grabbed
the largest of the jalapenos from the plate he had deposited there . He slit
the green chile lengthwise with a sharp thumbnail, pulled the two halves apart,
baring the jalapeno's pulp and then inserted them, one at a time, into Teresa's
gaping pussy.
Jack was still slitting the second jalapeno when Teresa began to feel the
toxic juice of the chile burning between her legs. But she didn't have much
time to dwell on it, because thirty seconds later Jack had forced the first half
of the other chile into her anus, and then used the second as a wedge to cram it
further up her newly-violated rectum.
Within seconds, her entire pelvic area was ablaze with an itching burning
sensation, and Teresa squirmed in agony, her hips writhing in shameless abandon.
Jack watched her, amused by the spectacle, for a moment or two, and then he
stood on the bed above her, and deftly unwound the bindings that had imprisoned
each of her ankles. Teresa was at last able to lower her long shapely legs,
half-numb from lack of circulation, until they lay flat on the bed. Black Jack,
meanwhile, dropped down to his knees so that he was straddling her slender
waist, facing her, his prodigious cock still fully engorged.
The lovely Latina, helpless beneath Jack's well-built frame, was puzzled
by his sudden movement. But the light of insight or intuition clicked on when
Jack slid forward a little on her torso, his hairy ass heavy on her tight
stomach.
Ernie watched intently as Jack proceeded to lift his rock-hard horse-cock,
and used it as a club, slamming it into the soft inner curve of Teresa's right
breast. Shifting his weight slightly he whacked her stiff-nippled left breast,
hitting her once, twice, three times squarely on her tender areola.
Back and forth Jack went, holding his dick in his left hand as if it were a
hammer-handle, walloping each of Teresa's glorious lust-mounds in turn.
Meanwhile, he reached back between her squirming legs and inserted his long,
gnarled index finger into her cunt, and pushed the burning chiles further up
into her vagina, before going back to smacking her smooth-skinned breasts with
his male truncheon. Then, tiring of that sport, he spread his knees a little,
and inched backward slightly before grabbing one of Teresa's luscious breasts in
each large hairy hand. He grunted loudly with masterful pleasure, and then
leaned forward and slid his huge, throbbing member into the warm, fleshy valley
between her satin-soft pleasure-globes.
"Ooooh, yeah!!!!!" Jack moaned in ecstasy as he felt Teresa's breasts
envelop the fleshy cudgel he had just used to punish them. "Baby, I been
wanting to fuck these beauties, since the minute I walked through that bar-room
door, and saw 'em spillin' out of that little pink thingie you was wearing
before. Damn! That feels good!"
Slocum wallowed in decadent pleasure for another half-minute, sliding his
hairy phallus in and out of Teresa's delicious cleavage and then rasped, "What's
the matter, sweetie? Never had your tits fucked before?"
Teresa, squirming with mortification, shook her head no, as she looked down
to see Jack's rock-hard cock, dripping pre-cum, fighting its way through the
cafe-au-lait mounds he had crammed together. "Oooooh," she moaned through
tightly-clenched teeth, as the fiery chiles continued to do their devil's work
inside her.
"Well, yer dumb greaser boyfriends didn't know what the fuck they was
missing! If you was my girl," Jack grunted, as he worked his gnarly blue-veined
cock through her voluptuous cleavage, "I'd see that these fine titties got
fucked on a regular basis! Spit on it, honey, keep it good and wet! So it'll
slide through those big jugs nice and smooth."
Teresa somehow summoned up enough saliva to drool clumsily down on his
cock-head. The sight caused Ernie, hidden behind the doorway, to spit his own
stream of brown tobacco juice onto the kitchen floor. "That's a girl! Mmm,
that's nice," Jack muttered as he compressed her delicious breastflesh around
his rampant organ.
"Oh, Geesus, that's good, baby. Now stick out that pretty pink tongue a
yers, mija - I want you to lick the tip of my big fucking dick every time it
come sliding through. You got it?" he growled, as he tightened his grip on
Teresa's tender pain-melons."
Teresa obediently leaned slightly forward, and was careful to lick a pearl
of pre-cum from Jack's dickhead each time his Texas-sized member forced its way
through the narrow passageway between her crushed-together breasts. With every
thrust his wiry pubic hair worked like sandpaper against the undersides of her
breasts.
Under normal circumstances, this form of sex play might not have been
particularly painful or even disagreeable, but, as Jack well knew, tonight was
hardly normal circumstances. Teresa's breasts were naturally sensitive and they
had already taken a lot of punishment tonight -- particularly the inner curves.
And Jack was ramming his rock-hard prick roughly between those very inner slopes
that the diabolical spines of the cacti had ravaged what seemed like hours ago.
Watching from behind the door, Ernie knew that Black Jack loved fucking a
nice pair of tits more'n just about anything, especially when he'd had a chance
to rough 'em up some first. Even in the faint light emanating from the four
candles, Ernie the Weasel could make out some of the dark horizontal stripes
that decorated Teresa's succulent breasts. They were lurid testimony to the
punishment they had absorbed. "So far," he thought to himself grimly. Watchin'
Jack had gotten him all excited; he couldn't wait to get his own hands on those
dark-nippled beauties once again.
Notwithstanding the abuse they had endured, Teresa's caramel-colored mounds
were as firm and resilient as ever, and her taut straining nipples were still as
defiant as the burning embers in her eyes, so Black Jack Slocum decided to work
'em over a little more. While the heels of his hands crushed her breasts
inwards around his rampaging penis, he seized the proud buds between the thumb
and forefinger of each hand. He rolled the dark brown nipple-nuggets gently,
at first, in his fingers, and then, when he saw the pained look of realization
in Teresa's flashing eyes, even more firmly.
Still easing his cock back and forth between her swollen breasts, Jack's
immensely strong fingers continued to clamp down on Teresa's sensitive
love-buds. As the seconds wore on, Teresa could see the tendons in Slocum's
wrists tighten, as he increased the pressure, tightening the screws on her
agonized love- nuggets.
Needless to say, Teresa's tit-pain served as an aphrodisiac to big Jack --
he sawed his big cock back and forth between her sleek, sweaty melons, loving
the sensation of his oversized cojones colliding with the undersides of her firm
young breasts. And with every manly thrust, his fingers tightened, twisted, and
tore at the tortured tips of Teresa's breasts.
