Chapter XV The Hispanic Inquisition
Ernie Gibbs backed reluctantly away from the door -- he was enjoying the
brutal sexual theater being played out in the bedroom, but time was getting
short, and he was anxious to recover his money. He finished stripping the
cushions off El Viejo's armchair, and searched it thoroughly. He opened the
front of the large clock that stood against the wall opposite the kitchen, and
examined the workings -- nothing.
He strode back behind the bar, re-arranging the long row of bottles - still
nothing. Ernie was becoming increasingly frustrated and he didn't take
frustration well. Besides that, his damaged eye was starting to throb again.
He'd gone through all the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, and every
conceivable hiding place in the cantina proper -- the only place left to look
was Teresa's bedroom.
Furious and frustrated, he stormed back through the kitchen hurriedly
grabbing another piece of the tasty carne asada and wolfing it down. In his
haste, he tripped over the tall sack of dried beans, and banged his knee
painfully into the kitchen table. "Damn!" he cursed loudly, and kicked at the
bean bag, sending hundreds of pink pinto beans scuttling across the floor.
Needless to say, Ernie was not in a pleasant frame of mind, when he flung
open the door to the bedroom, squawking, "Where's my fucking money?"
Unfortunately Teresa was unable to answer him; because Black Jack Slocum
now had his knees on her shoulders, his plum-sized testicles on her chin, a
scratchy forest of black pubic hair at her lips, and his massive cock halfway
down her throat.
"Gag all you want, darlin', but yer gonna take it all!" Jack grunted.
"Hell, that's only half of it! Here, have some more!" And the hulking
gunslinger screwed another inch or so of his thick prick into Teresa's
wide-stretched mouth and throat. Jack's balls had been working overtime tonight;
beneath their thick thatch of wiry crotch hair they were almost painfully red,
chock-full as they were with male spunk.
Teresa was wide-eyed and on the verge of gagging at the violent intrusion
of Jack's huge blue-veined knob. She could feel Slocum's sperm-laden pelotas
colliding with her chin with each punishing thrust.
Jack paused in his efforts to cock-choke his beautiful victim and turned
toward his unwelcome guest. "I thought I told you and your ornery ass to get
lost for a while."
"I want the money this bitch stole from me!" and the raging little man
began going through Teresa's upright dresser throwing clothes everywhere.
Finding nothing there, he started in on her closet, going through each garment,
and emptying a number of boxes he found on an overhead shelf.
Jack, unperturbed, continued plunging his mighty manhood between Teresa's
kissable lips, forcing its punishing length ever deeper down her throat . "Take
it, baby! Take my big hairy cock, and suck it right down to the root!"
Teresa meanwhile was on the verge of choking; she could hardly bear taking
Ernie's normal-sized dick in her mouth, much less Jack's prodigious monster.
But Black Jack continued to force his massive cock further and further down her
so-recently-virginal throat, as his diminutive partner continued to ransack the
bedroom.
Teresa, sinner that she was, prayed silently for deliverance from the
awesome giant who had her pinned to her bed. Her bed, which, until a few hours
ago, had been a soft, warm, pleasant retreat from life's difficulties; but her
sanctuary had been invaded, and the marauders had turned it, like almost
everything else in her world, into an instrument of their sadistic will. She
struggled desperately to breathe as Black Jack Slocum thrust his colossal organ
deeper and deeper into the moistness of her warm young throat. He accompanied
each lunge with loud animalistic grunts of primeval lust, until at last, aroused
as almost never before, the cruel desperado launched jet after jet of thick
male-fluid down her throat. Teresa, forced to swallow his copious spurts of
sperm, wondered at how the man-monster who rode her could have generated such a
volume of gism, in the relatively brief time since his prior, equally awesome
orgasm. At last Jack deigned to withdraw his powerful piston, and he slid back
down her chest, moistened her pretty nipples with the last remnants of his cum,
and when he had finished wiping his prick on her marvelous breasts, rolled off
of her.
But no sooner had Jack finished with her, then his sidekick was in her
face, fairly screaming at her, "Where's my money, you thieving bitch?"
Teresa, exhausted beyond measure, murmured, still trying to catch her
breath after her prolonged oxygen deprivation, could barely mumble, "I will show
you."
"All right then, now we're getting someplace!" While Jack pulled his
clothes and boots back on, Ernie made short work of untying Teresa's arms and
ankles from the bedframe. Just to be on the safe side, though, he tied her
wrists behind her -- no sense taking any chances.
"Can you take them out? Por favor?" Teresa gestured between her legs where
the spicy breath of the chiles continued to irritate her inner passages.
"Yeah, I'll take 'em out, bitch. After I see my money! Andale! Let's go!"
Ernie pulled the naked girl to her feet. Moving gingerly, Teresa led the
two men back through the kitchen. She paused for a moment, stepping gingerly on
the hard little pinto beans underfoot, seemingly appalled by the way Ernie had
ransacked the kitchen. Big Jack impatiently put a large hand between her
shoulder blades and shoved her hard. Stumbling a little, Teresa passed through
the doorway beneath which she had suffered so much, and back into the cantina
itself.
Jack followed close behind, enjoying the view. On the bed, in the dim
candlelight, it had been easy to forget how narrow her waist was, how desirable
the graceful, swelling curves of her hips and buttocks. Buttocks that, in the
brighter, kerosene lamp-lit cantina, were now embellished with more than a score
of dark streaks, the lurid evidence of her caning. In a few places, trickles of
creamy semen contrasted with the marks that he and Ernie had enjoyed embedding
in her dusky dancer's thighs. Teresa's legs were shaky as she walked behind the
bar and, without looking inside, offered the cigar box to Ernie.
"There was nothing but a coupla dollars in there, honey. I'm lookin' for
the fifty bucks you stole from me."
Teresa's eyes were frantic as she looked at each of her stern masters. At
the gruesome gargoyle-like face of Ernie Gibbs, and then the dark implacable
visage of Jack Slocum.
"You'd best tell him, girl," Slocum warned. "Ernie ain't in no mood to fuck
around."
"C-Carlos - mi hermano Carlos -- h-he has your money," she stammered.
"No good, Teresita -- we searched him. What's more he told us YOU had the
money. And since I had my six-gun in his mouth at the time, I don't reckon he
was lyin'!"
"No, no, it is not true. You must believe me," Teresa wailed desperately.
"I know how to make her talk, Ern. Give me a hand with that tub outside."
Ernie looked quizzically at his tall companion, then shrugged and followed
him.
Jack opened the door to the street, and looked around into the storm to
make that sure no one was outside. The deserted church was ghostly in the cold
night air; the downpour had stopped and the heavens were as quiet as the
overgrown cemetery that adjoined the church. Satisfied that there was no one in
sight, Jack signaled to Ernie, and the two of them dragged the big tub, nearly
full with rainwater from the gutterspout, back into the cantina, closing the
outer door behind them.
Teresa, watched mystified as the two men labored, all the while struggling
futilely with the coarse rope that bit into her wrists.
Black Jack approached her, grabbed her arm in the iron grip she had come to
know so well, and dragged her over to the tub of water. It was a good two feet
deep and almost a yard across. It was full save for the water that had splashed
on the floor as the two men had dragged it.
"On yer knees, bitch!"
Teresa sank to her knees.
"Kneel up against the tub!"
The lovely young woman obeyed, sliding forward until her bare thighs were
flush against the chillingly cold metal. A shiver ran through her entire body.
"Last chance, puta. Where's the money?"
"No se, no se!"
"Like hell you don't know!" And Jack crouched down along side of her,
grabbed a great handful of her silky black hair in one huge hand and plunged her
face-first into the water.
He held her face underwater for about five seconds, then lifted her up, wet
and sputtering.
"Where's the money?"
When Teresa failed to respond, Black Jack snarled, tightened his grip, and
this time he forced her head completely under the water. Teresa thrashed
violently, searching desperately for air, but her strength was no match for the
towering Slocum's.
He held her down for ten seconds this time. When he finally pulled the
spluttering, choking girl up, the bitingly cold rainwater cascaded down her head
and shoulders.
Ernie Slocum giggled with glee as the icy water ran down her upper body.
Teresa's neck and shoulders and her spectacular breasts were deliciously wet.
"Enjoying yer bath, mija?" Ernie chortled, before his voice darkened once again.
"Where's my fucking money?"
It is not clear whether Teresa could have talked even if she were so
disposed, so out of breath was she. But when she did not speak, Jack's powerful
arms dunked her again.
With her wrists tied behind her, there was little she could do except
struggle violently to keep her head and shoulders above the surface of the
water, but it was to no avail. Jack held her under for twenty seconds this
time, but to her it seemed an oxygenless eternity. Teresa, convinced that her
death was near, said a silent prayer to the Virgin of Guadalupe for mercy and
forgiveness.
When Jack pulled her out again, more of the bone-chilling water ran down
her drenched upper body. "Gaaaugh! Kaaugghh!!" she gasped and choked, spitting
up little spurts of water. Her nipples reacted to the cold by turning into
steely brown rivets of flesh.
Twice more Jack dunked her, each time longer than the last. But each time
she answered Ernie's demands for the money by pleading, "No se. For the love of
God, I don't know."
"Hey, Jack," Ernie's good eye was bright, as he worked the big chaw of
chewing tobacco into his mouth. "I'd almost forgot about them penalty strokes
she earned during her birthday spanking. Eight of 'em, wasn't it?"
"Reckon it was, Ern."
"Tell you what, mija," Ernie whispered. "You give me my fifty bucks and
we'll forget about them penalty strokes you got comin' and we'll be on our way."
The shivering, soaked beauty could only mouth, "I...told... you...No se."
"Like hell you don't know. All right, then if that's the way you want it.
I'm gonna go grab those fuckin' canes, Jack. I got something special in mind
for this thieving cunt!"
Ernie stalked off toward the bedroom. Jack, meanwhile, began to unbuckle
Black Betsy again. "No sense our wastin' our few moments alone, is there,
Teresa? Bend over and kiss the floor, darlin'. I want to see that sweet ass 'a
yours high in the air!"
Teresa could hear the unmistakable sound of the leather hissing through
Jack's wide belt loops one by one. Disconsolately she edged her sore knees
backward from the cold tub until there was room for her to bend her face to the
floor, offering her ripely round bottom to her tormentor. No sooner had her
soft lips touched the dark wood then she felt the terrible stinging pain of
Jack's belt blazing across the roundness of her uplifted buttocks.
"Aahhhhhhhh!" She had not expected the first stroke to come so quickly.
The blow almost drove her into the floorboards. "Get that sweet ass back
up in the air, mija!" Jack roared, enjoying the view of the deliciously deep
cleft that bisected Teresa's buttock ovals. When his tortured victim had once
again elevated her shapely bottom properly, he ripped into her cane-streaked,
cafe-au-lait buttcheeks yet again.
"Ungghhhh!" Teresa grimaced through tightly clenched teeth.
The black-shirted villain had time to criss-cross Teresa's tempting
derriere with two more savage lashes before Ernie returned with a dangerously
determined look on his ugly face. A little disappointed, perhaps, that Betsy
hadn't had time to get more of a workout, Jack returned the frightful leather
strap back to its normal place, safely ensconced between his wide belt loops.
The force of his blows had knocked a couple of the jalapenos clean out of
Teresa's burning pussy. He was just re-inserting the diabolical green
flesh-burners between Teresa's legs when Ernie returned. Teresa put up little
resistance; most of their fiery itch had long since been spent.
"One of the damn things rolled under the bed," Ernie explained, "but I
found 'em." Teresa glanced up sorrowfully at the gleeful rat-faced man as he
brandished the pair of whippy canes, one of which he quickly handed to Jack.
"We're fixin' to have us some more fun, Teresa. Less'n you tell us where you hid
the money you stole from me!"
The kneeling young beauty lowered her raven-haired head to the floor and
resignedly prepared herself for further blows to her tender bottomflesh.
Black Jack had lifted his cane high, drawing a bead on the ripe summits of
Teresa's rounded buttcheeks, when Ernie stopped him. "No, Jack, that ain't what
I had in mind. We done gave her a good ass-whuppin' with these already." Ernie
swished his cane viciously in the air. "But I reckon that once she starts
feelin' this baby," he swished the cane again, "across those juicy jugs of hers,
our little amiga's memory is gonna improve right quick!"
Teresa's heart sank; surely not even these two barbarians would never.. not
the cane... not on her tender breasts... She looked up at her ferret-faced
tormentor pleadingly. "N-no ... por favor ... merced ..." Her soft voice died
away pitiably.
Ernie knelt down next to his terror-stricken victim and cruelly lifted her
head back by grabbing a handful of her silky black hair. "Where's my dough, you
thieving whore? You'd better tell me, honey, or me and Jack are gonna have to
work over them pretty titties some more! Ain't we, Jackson?" With his free
hand Ernie cruelly squeezed a pliable young breast for a moment, as Teresa bit
her lip to keep from crying out in pain. It was just as well that Teresa did
not see the malignity in Ernie's eyes as he slowly rose to his feet.
Teresa looked up to see El Reptil, Black Jack Slocum, towering over her
like some ferocious primordial carnivore, his teeth gleaming, his pitiless black
eyes riveted to her wet and glistening breasts. Jack's long arm reached down
and pushed the tip of his cane into the lovely halo of crinkly brown flesh that
encircled Teresa's puckering left nipple. He ground the cane-tip into her dark
bud for a moment while she grimaced in pain, and then he grunted. "Hold her
arms, Ern. I'm fixin' to have me some fun."
His partner obliged, seizing the kneeling girl's wrists and pulling them
straight back behind her until her shoulder-muscles were taut.
"Thanks, pard," Slocum winked, as he inserted the very apex of the cane
into the inviting valley between Teresa's close-set tit-globes. Then, moving his
wrist with such swiftness that the rod became almost invisible, he sent the tip
of the cane whizzing back and forth between her breasts, stinging their soft,
cactus-pricked inner curves as Teresa winced in pain. He continued this amusing
pastime for a full minute, while Ernie held her motionless, enjoying the sight
of his partner's swift-moving cane bouncing back and forth across the narrow
strait between the lush inner curves of Teresa's breasts with Gatling-gun
rapidity. Each impact was barely perceptible in and of itself, but cumulatively
the cane-stings took a painful toll. By the time Jack pulled the cane back, the
inner contours of Teresa's breasts were on fire.
"Well, mija?" Ernie growled as he twisted her wrist. "You gonna tell us
where you stashed my money? Or are me 'n' Jack gonna have to do a little more
convincin'?"
Teresa groaned in misery. "I ... I don't have your money.... Please..."
Slocum scratched the three-day growth on his chin. "No offense, Ern, but I
kinda hope she doesn't talk. I think I got me a little kink, here," Jack
chuckled deep in his throat, as he pretended to rub his sinewy right forearm,
"that I need to work out."
"And givin' these beauties a few solid shots," he grinned sadistically,
as he tapped the rod down on the shapely upper slopes of Teresa's lust- melons,
"might be just what the doctor ordered."
Ernie grabbed a handful of Teresa's black hair. "You gonna tell me where
you stashed my money?" Ernie asked again.
Weakly, "I... I can't. I... don't ... know."
"Like hell you don't. Push her back flush up against the tub, Jack.
That's good." The tub was a little over two feet high. The kneeling Latina's
still-damp breasts were slightly above the tub's cold metal rim. "OK, Jack, now
scrunch her down so that those big juicy knockers are sittin' right up on the
rim. Now pull her head back out of the way. Perfect!"
Ernie picked up his weapon and paused for a moment to appreciate the erotic
vignette he'd created. Teresa's golden-bronze, rainwater-slick breasts rested
gently on the frigid lip of the tub, her chocolate nipples puckering from the
cold. Jack had her hair twisted behind her so that her back was arched in a
sensuous curve.
"Last chance, mija," warned Ernie ominously as he rested the length of the
cane on the soft upper slopes of Teresa's sweet young breasts, and tapped them
gently, letting her feel the unforgiving hardness of the wood, giving her
pleasure-globes the briefest of foretastes of what was to come. "Remember how
this felt on yer sweet ass? Well, I guaran-fuckin'-tee ya it's gonna hurt twice
as bad when I lay into those juicy knockers of yers!"
"Please...don't...."
Teresa shuddered spasmodically and flinched in pain as Ernie flicked a drop
of rain-water from her left nipple. Even that quick little flick of the wrist
left a bitter sting. How could she possibly endure a full force blow to her
tender breasts? And then she watched in disgust as Ernie spat a slimy stream of
brown tobacco juice onto her right breast.
"Still don't feel like talkin' eh? Fine by me. Let the party continue,
eh, Jack!"
"No...don't..."
THWUCCKK!! Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!!"
Ernie had lifted the cane and whistled it sharply down onto the proud upper
slope of Teresa's succulent right breast. "Yeah!" Ernie yelled in exultation, as
the blow made contact, spattering the tobacco juice across her chest and
shoulders. He noticed that the sound the cane made when it drilled her tits was
slightly different from the sound it had made when it had struck her buttcheeks.
When Jack released her hair, Teresa's shameless writhing made it clear that her
upper body was aflame with agony.
"Your turn, Big Jack. Let her have it!" And the two changed places. Ernie
stuck a bony knee into Teresa's back, forcing her throbbing breasts forward,
even as he pulled her chin back. Teresa looked up to see Jack's sinister face,
his wolfish grin evil and sadistic. Jack was far taller and stronger than
Ernie; his blows, Teresa knew, were sure to prove even more unbearable than his
partner's.
Jack's long lizard-like tongue protruded from the corner of his mouth as he
took aim. "Ready for another one, darlin'?" he grinned.
"Please..." Teresa moaned piteously, "Ooouuhhh!!" she moaned, as Jack, his
black eyes gleaming with sadistic lust, slammed the dreadful cane down with a
violent THWUCCKKKK!!! across both of her soft young breasts. Bad as Ernie's
blow had been, Jack's was even worse -- cutting and vicious. And the soaking
her breasts had gotten during the dunking seemed to make them even more
sensitive than they had been when Jack had worked them over with his thick black
belt.
Teresa's upper body vibrated in unspeakable pain. "No mas, por favor," she
whimpered. Would the dawn never come?
"You can stop this any time, y'know," Ernie offered, as he and Jack
changed positions again. When he was met with tearful silence, he eyeballed her
nicely proffered breasts again. "Geesus, Jack, you nailed her a good one that
time!" he exclaimed as he touched the end of the cane to the thin dark line Jack
had left, as Teresa flinched at the touch.
And then, with a studied ferocity, the rat-faced little man whipped the
cane sharply across her resilient left breast, THWUCCKK!! a centimeter closer
to her nipple than Jack's blow had fallen.
"Aaaaiiieeaah!!" Teresa screamed in agony. The fact that her breasts
were pinned against the cold metal of the tub exacerbated her suffering
"I beg of you ... please ..." the beautiful Latina prayed.
But Black Jack Slocum was deaf to her entreaties.
The hulking, black-browed gunslinger studied Teresa's mouthwatering
breasts for endless seconds while she trembled in apprehension. He delighted in
the sensuous quivering of her agitated love-globes and waited patiently for the
delicious jiggling of her jugs to subside. When at last Teresa had regained her
poise, he lifted his instrument of torture again and then clipped both of
Teresa's perky nipples with a swift and deadly THWICKK!!
"Ohhhh!!! Godddd!!!! Somone ... please ... help ... me," Teresa wailed as
a fresh wave of agony coursed through her tortured breasts.
Ernie pulled his knee out of her back. "Ain't no one gonna be helpin' you,
sweetheart, ceptin' me and Jack. Wait a minute. I take that back. I'm fixin'
to give your sweet titties another 'helping' of this," he shook the cane before
her tear-filled eyes, "in just a second."
Perhaps involuntarily, Teresa moved her torso slowly from side to side,
hoping perhaps that that gentle motion would bring some comfort to her aching
breasts.
"Shit, Jack, you got her good with that last one, partner. Look at her
wiggle them boobies!" Ernie sneered at their trembling captive as they swapped
places once again. "Y'know, Jack, I thought it'd be a coon's age before I'd see
another pair of tits as fine as Honey Wilson's. But damn! I ain't so sure that
Teresa's ain't just as nice."
Ernie slid the slender rod along the cold lip of the metal tub and lifted
Teresa's lovely naked breasts up slightly. "Damn, they're purty, ain't they? So
young and round and firm. And look at them big brown nipples stickin' out nice
and hard for us." Ernie leered as he plumped her delectable mounds for another
second or two, before gently lowering them back on to the cold lip of the tub.
"Yep, you got some man-pleasin' tits, there, Teresita. You cain't hardly blame a
feller for wantin' to work 'em over some. Those babies were built for pain!"
"And more pain is just exactly what I'm fixin' to give 'em, honey!" Ernie
snarled menacingly, as he sawed the slender cane slowly, ominously, to and fro
across the rounded slopes of Teresa's quivering breasts. "Less'n you tell me
where you hid my damn money?"
Ernie scraped the cane roughly against Teresa's abused nipple-buds. His
cock was hard in his trail-worn pants again. It was a damn shame that he didn't
have enough time to fuck her tight little ass again.
Teresa was too exhausted to beg; her shoulders shook convulsively as the
infernal cane taunted and teased her throbbing love-globes.
Ernie the Weasel let the dreadful instrument play back and forth over the
curves of her breasts while he pondered his next move. He considered for a
minute, and then decided to leave her tasty brown nipples for his partner. He
slid the cane back up her breast until it rested directly above the nasty weal
Jack's first blow had left.
"Where's the money, puta?" Ernie repeated as he poked the edge of the cane
into the tender spot.
When he got no answer other than an involuntary shudder, Ernie snarled,
"Dig your knee right into the middle of her back, Jackson. So them juicy tits
are sticking out real nice." He slid the hard-edged cane menacingly over
Teresa's delectable coppery breast-mounds, while Jack brutally planted a sharp
kneecap between her shoulderblades. "Yeah!! Just like that! Christ, Jack,
look at those fuckin' knockers!"
"Talk, bitch!" Ernie ordered.
"I ... told ... you. I don't..." THWUCCCK!!!
"Aaauuuuggghhhhhh!!!"
With a demonic grin, and a triumphant "Yeaahhhh!!" Ernie had given her a
third savage stroke, this time revisiting her right breast, and falling exactly
on the mark Jack had left. This fiendish blow, though, cracked the skin, and a
drop of crimson began to form on the surface of Teresa's tortured breast.
Once the two had switched places again, Big Jack let his cane hover above
that single drop of blood. He remembered how Honey Wilson had smashed his nose
when he'd raped her by the pond, and how he'd bled all over her
peaches-and-cream breasts while he fucked her half-senseless. The blood had
looked good on Honey Wilson's tit-melons then -- in fact it had driven him even
deeper into a frenzy of cruelty. And that drop of red looked damn good on the
burnished gold breasts of Teresa Martinez now! He dipped the slender end of the
cane in the blood, and drew little swirls of scarlet on both of Teresa's heaving
breasts.
"Geesus, Jack, don't go gittin' artistic on me," Ernie mocked. "Enough
with the finger-painting -- give those big fuckin' pinatas another whack! Bust
those babies open!"
Jack gave Ernie a scowl that was as dark as a moonless night. He didn't
like much care for the "artistic' crack, or his weasel-faced partner's tone of
voice. "Don't you worry yerself none, Ern, I ain't goin' soft." And to prove
his point Jack gave Teresa another, even more hellacious, THWUCCCKKKK!!!!!
across her sumptuous breasts.
"Unnnnnnnnnngggggggghhh!" the moan came from deep in Teresa's diaphragm.
"O God... Piedad, por favor."
And this time, when Ernie let go of her head to change places with Jack,
Teresa slumped lifelessly forward against the cold metal tub. The horrendous
stabbing pain from Jack's sadistic blow had caused her to lapse into merciful
unconsciousness.
But it only took a moment for Ernie to notice that, and he grabbed her
roughly and thrust the unconscious girl's head and shoulders into the cold
tub-water, until her frantic thrashing assured him that she was once again fully
conscious. When he finally yanked her head back, the cold water once again
streamed down from her face and hair, inundating her upper body. Jack's
artistry in scarlet had been washed away, but a fresh dot of red was just
beginning to bead up on the upper slope of her sopping right breast.
"Hey Jack," the little man said, very much aware that Jack was still
glowering at him ferociously, "I was just funnin' ya; I didn't mean nuthin' by
it."
"Yeah? Well, sometimes you got a big mouth, Ern. And one day yer gonna go
too far."
With only one bonus stroke remaining, Ernie jerked Teresa's debilitated
body to her feet. As the shivering beauty, her wrists still tied behind her,
slowly straightened, the evil disfigured face loomed close to her own.
Anxious to get back on friendly terms with his partner, Ernie said, "Jack,
you nailed her nips good with that downward cutter a coupla minutes ago. Whaddya
say we give her a couple head-on?" Teresa shook her head pleadingly from side
to side, whimpering softly.
"Don't like the idea, mija? Hey, I'm just tryin' to jog your memory."
But the exhausted Latina remained silent, her chin on her chest. "El gato
still got your tongue, eh?" sneered the little man. "Then stand up straight.
Straight I said! Spread your legs a little more. Wider! That's good."
"Now, stick those tasty dumplings out for me, you thieving whore! Do it, or
by God, we're gonna start over again! Or are you gonna tell me what you did
with my dough?" Ernie was mesmerized by the fresh pearl of blood that had
formed on the thin cut on her right breast. "No? Then take a deep breath,
sweetie, and stick out those juicy jugs you're so proud of!" Teresa, sobbing
in despair, submissively took a deep breath and did her best to thrust her
tortured, dark-tipped mounds forward.
And was rewarded for her efforts with a horrendous breast-splitting
THWUCCCK!!!! as Ernie's home-made cane whipped into her dripping nipples.
"AAAIIIIIEEAAHHHH!!"
Teresa sank to her knees in pain. "Looks to me like she's in udder agony,
Jack!" Ernie giggled. Within seconds, though, Ernie the Weasel had hoisted her
back to her feet. Eager to patch things up with Jack, the little sadist once
again forced the beleaguered Latina to thrust her full-nippled whipping targets
out. This time, though, Ernie slid his own cane under her breasts and lifted
them up even more.
"How d'ya like them apples, Jack?" Ernie giggled maniacally, as he bounced
her breasts softly with the rod. "I got 'em ready for ya partner. Give 'em
hell!"
"No... please...I can't take any m..."
But Big Jack was deaf to her 'please'. The towering man in black drew back
his seemingly endless arm, and gave her a roundhouse swing that seemed to Ernie
to start at the Rio Grande and gather speed as it cut through the air,
concluding its trip through space with a chilling THWACKKKK!!! With a
marksman's skill Jack had scored a double bullseye, as the rod transferred every
iota of its intense energy to Teresa's martyred breastflesh, searing both of her
nipples in a blinding millisecond of pain.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeaaaagggghhhhhhhh!!!" Teresa's scream could have raised
the ghosts from the graves in the old churchyard across the street.
When the unearthly scream died away, Teresa's legs failed her again and she
crumpled to her knees in unfathomable breast-pain.
Jack looked down at the fallen girl and smiled. He'd outdone himself with
that one. But it was time to move on. "C'mon, Ern. She don't have it, or
she'd 'a talked by now. Let's clear outa here."
"C'mon, Jack, can't you see that she's got another cut? It's time to
disinfect those tits again! Get up, bitch!"
"Please... I...can't..."
"All right, honey, I suppose a gentleman oughta help a lady up!" And Ernie
stooped over and dug his tobacco-stained fingers into both of Teresa's tawny
breasts and began to pull upward with all of his strength.
"Aaaiiiiieeeehhh! Stop... please... I'm getting ... Aiiaaahhh!!" With a
second vicious yank, Ernie had lifted Teresa bodily to her feet.
"Pass me what's left of that bottle of whiskey, Jack."
While Jack moved toward the bar, Ernie dragged his terrorized captive back
toward the tub, and plunged her upper body into the chilled water for about
fifteen seconds.
When he lifted her out of the frigid water, Teresa's mocha-colored melons
were sopping wet again, her shameless nipples once again fully distended.
"Yeah, that's nice. I like 'em wet, don't you, Jack?" Ernie jerked Teresa
to her feet again, took the bottle of strong whiskey, and began to pour the
remaining liquor, a little at a time, across the tops of Teresa's slightly
lacerated breasts; she shuddered convulsively as the burning liquid sought out
every fissure in the satiny gold skin of her breasts. "Look at her jiggle those
titties, Jackson!" Ernie cackled delightedly.
Ernie righted the bottle and bent his head to her right breast and slurped
noisily at the whiskey with which he had inundated it. "Mmmm-mmm! Damn! Get on
that other tit, Jack. Whiskey and water, with a twist 'a tit and a coupla
drops of the tastiest blood in Me-ji-co. Best goddam drink in town. And the
drink's on Teresa." Ernie slapped his bony knee, delighted with his joke. "Have
yourself a jug, Jack! Get it, Jack -- have a jug!! Hee-hee!" And Ernie bent his
head once again to the sweet stickiness of Teresa's tempting breast. He licked
all around the lovely globe, but every few seconds he paused to stiffen his
tongue and prod at the tender edges of the cuts the cane had opened, as Teresa
grimaced in pain.
Jack glanced quickly at the clock, then reached down and lifted Teresa's
other breast-fruit up and then lowered his vulpine mouth to taste the whiskey;
even after all of the abuse, Teresa's delicious breasts still tasted faintly of
sweet coconut. Jack mouthed her melon thirstily for a minute, and then made eye
contact with Ernie again.
There was a frenzy in Ernie Gibbs fevered eyes unlike any Jack had ever
seen before. When the gleeful little man had done slavering at her
whiskey-coated love-globe, he backed away, no longer smiling.
"Where's my dough??" he demanded with a scowl.
"Please...How many times do I have to tell you? Non la tengo... I don't
have it," Teresa sighed despairingly.
" You're gonna tell me 'til you tell me what I wanna hear! Spread your
legs, puta!"
"W-w-why?"
"Spread 'em, dammit! Hold her for me, Jack."
And once Teresa had fearfully moved her sleek sepia thighs about a foot and
a half apart, and Jack had her softly rounded shoulders encased in an iron grip,
Ernie took the now-empty liquor bottle and jammed it roughly between her legs.
"AAAANNNNNGGGHHH!" the lovely Latina grunted, as she twisted futilely,
trying to escape the probing bottle.
"How's about a drink, darlin'?," Ernie sneered as he worked the narrow end
of the bottle deeper and deeper into her squirming pussy. It wasn't easy; he
could feel Black Jack's jalapenos obstructing the narrow fleshy passageway. So
he had to twist that much harder to force the bottle deeper into her pink slot.
He worked it around in her quim roughly for a few seconds until he heard Jack's
voice.
"C'mon, pard, time to go."
Ernie pulled the bottle out and threw it across the room in disgust.
"Dammit, Jack, the bitch is lyin'. I know she is." Then his good eye
brightened. "Tell you what, Big Jack -- do her like you did Honey Wilson." The
little man's eyes were sparkling with lust. "Yeah!! Do her just like you did
that big-titted, prick-teasing blonde back in Texas. And then give me five
fuckin' minutes with her!"
Jack looked at Ernie uncertainly out of one eye while the other regarded
the grandfather clock; it wasn't much before daybreak. "Geesus, Ernie, we gotta
get a move on ..."
"Goddammit, Jack! You found time to do Honey Wilson, while I was laying in
the dirt bleedin' at her daddy's ranch. You can damn well make time to do her,"
indicating the lovely Latina who stood submissively between them, moaning
softly. "Besides -- you can do it fast, Jack. Yer the best I ever seen."
Jack, flattered by the compliment, scratched his days-old whiskers and
considered for a moment. "All right, Ern. But ten more minutes and then I'm outa
here. And you can deal with a posse of damn Mexicans yerself. Which'll it be?
Thick or thin?"
Teresa looked from one to the other of her tormentors, not understanding
the meaning of their conversation, except to know that it did not bode well for
her.
"Which one is gonna hurt more?"
"Well, I reckon the thin probably does, but damn, she'd look mighty good in
the thick, too."
"Make it the thin, then, partner. Tie them chichis up tight! Tight as you
did Honey Wilson's. So tight they'll look like a coupla balloons ready to
burst!"
