Chapter 6 Teresa Faces the Music
Teresa could feel the fear climbing sickeningly in her throat. She could
take an ass-whipping, she thought. She'd had a boyfriend a year earlier who had
used a razor strop on her bare bottom one night when he thought she had gotten a
little too friendly with the customers. It had hurt, but the sex afterwards
with Jorge had never been better. But that strap had been a toy compared to
Black Betsy. The idea of that horrible belt striking the front of her body...
Quaking with trepidation, she slowly turned to face the towering figure in
black, being careful to keep her arms in contact with the top of the doorway. As
she crossed her hands over to turn, she deftly managed to bring her hands a
little closer together again, preserving, at least for a moment, the last
vestiges of her modesty. Her dark hair was wild about her shoulders, and her
eyes were bright with fear; her nervous tongue moistened her sultry lips.
She watched as the sinister figure in black studied her tempting body, her
bare legs and belly, the unruly thatch of silky pubic hair at the juncture of
her thighs, the generous curves of her shapely breasts as they peeked through
the tattered remnants of her thin top.
"Nice," Jack mumbled under his breath as he stared hungrily at his alluring
captive, "Very fucking nice." Teresa's eyes were fiery, her nostrils flaring
as her breasts rose and fell heavily with each breath. The muscles in her arms
screamed with pain as she fought desperately to keep the dark stranger from
using the belt he fondled so lovingly.
Jack's reptilian eyes never left her as he took his time unbuttoning his
own shirt, enjoying the mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes. When he threw
the black flannel shirt aside, Teresa could not help being both impressed and
frightened by his tanned and chiseled physique; his chest was broad, and his
powerful arms and shoulders were well-muscled, the result of years on the prison
rock-pile. Jack's chest muscles rippled through a dense thicket of wiry hair;
Teresa hated body hair on men, and Big Jack was the hairiest man she had ever
seen.
Ernie the Weasel watched enviously from his table; he had seen Teresa's
momentary admiration for Jack's sculpted body. His body tensed in suppressed
anger; he'd make her pay soon enough for preferring the bigger man!
Jack, stripped to the waist, was ready for action. It wasn't long before
Teresa's strength flagged again. As soon as her fingers lost contact with the
molding, his muscular right arm drew back, and with a swift motion, CRACCKK! his
belt scalded the tops of Teresa's long, coppery legs, causing her to grimace in
pain.
She instinctively lowered her hands to protect herself. Jack's voice was
menacing, "Get yer hands up! And if you try that again, I'll hang you from the
ceiling and whip you all night long! Don't think I won't!" And with a resounding
CRACCKK!! the big man laid a burning streak of fire across her pubic mound.
Teresa's dark-nippled tits bobbled temptingly under the shreds of her top.
"That's it, Jack! Whip the bitch!" Ernie piped up from his nearby table.
"She and her 'hermanos' bushwhacked me. About damn time that she got HER bush
whacked! Ha!" Ernie chuckled at his joke.
Jack said nothing but he must have been listening, because the next two
CRACCKK's of the belt were a withering forehand, followed by a wicked backhand
across the sensual curve of Teresa's mons.
Then Jack raised his aim a few inches and gave her a stinging CRACCKK!!
across her golden belly, letting the triangular tip of his belt bite into her
deep-set navel.
CRACCKK!! Again across the midriff, in the inviting hollow beneath her
lower ribs. With each ferocious blow, Teresa gasped into her pantie-gag in
pain. A thin strand of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth and hung suspended
in space, just above her breast. Jack liked to hear women scream, sometimes,
but he liked gagging 'em and making 'em drool, too. But still Teresa glared at
Jack defiantly, as if daring him to do more.
Jack had been saving the best for last. Impatient, now, to see her breasts
in all of their youthful naked splendor, Jack approached her and snarled, "Let's
get rid of this goddamn thing!" and tore the remaining shreds of her top away,
leaving her utterly naked and vulnerable.
Jack Slocum was a breast man, there was no two ways about that! He'd
slapped and whipped and bound and otherwise abused the tits of more women than
he could remember. But rarely had he had a pair like this to work on, he
rejoiced, as Teresa's succulent breasts were at last revealed to his salacious
gaze.
They were proud hemispheres of tawny flesh, full and high and without a
hint of sag. Capped by smallish, slightly darker aureoles, and perfect
uptilting brown nipples. Jack's merciless black eyes zeroed in on a dark vein in
Teresa's left breast that seemed to pulse nervously as Teresa held her seductive
pose -- as if the vein somehow had a premonition of what was in store.
Jack paused. "OK, honey, you can lower yer hands." Teresa relaxed,
grateful for the respite; her shoulders ached from keeping her arms over her
head for these long minutes.
But her reprieve was of brief duration. Jack's gravelly voice growled,
"Rub them nips up for me, Teresa. So's they're nice and stiff. I want 'em
stickin' out real purty! Andale! Hurry up!"
Another explosive burst of thunder shook the cantina and Teresa, frightened
and trembling, began to stroke the soft skin of her breasts with gentle
caresses, her long nails teasing her nipples skillfully. She had aroused
herself this way many times before, of course, but never before such an
impatient audience.
Jack's reptilian gaze was were riveted to the beautiful Latina's
mouth-watering breasts. He could feel his balls tighten and his big cock thicken
with lust as he contemplated the delicious prospect of dealing with those two
sweat-sheened pleasure-mounds.
Jack, his eyes as hard and black as coal, leered at Teresa's tawny love
globes. "Me gustan las tetas grandes, mija," he smirked in pidgin Spanish, as
he slapped his doubled-up belt meaningfully against the palm of his left hand.
"I like big tits a lot. Muy mucho!"
And then he gave his partner a sidewise glance. "Ern," Jack began in
measured tones, as he stepped closer to his breathless captive and slid the
doubled-up belt under Teresa's succulent brown-tipped left breast. He bounced
the firm flesh gently on the stiff-edged belt for a moment as he watched
Teresa's graceful hands frantically striving to tease her quivering nipples into
erection.
"Ern, I'm gonna do her just like I done Honey Wilson. I'm aimin' to find
out just how much punishment these fine young tits can take." Jack's leer was
positively crocodilian. "And after I do," the sinister figure in black paused
for effect, still grinning his saurian smile, "I'm gonna work on 'em some
more!"
Teresa shuddered visibly in reaction to Jack's horrifying threat. Please,
Dios, she prayed, let her brothers come soon.
"That's tellin' her, Jack!" Ernie exclaimed as held a hand to his throbbing
left eye and temple. He took another long pull at the bottle of tequila he had
grabbed. The ferret-faced little man watched intently as Teresa's hands moved
over her luscious breasts, plucking at the tasty-looking tips. Her eyes were
closed, as she tried to please her captors, in hopes that by pleasing them she
might somehow escape, or at least minimize, her punishment.
But pity did not rank highly among Black Jack Slocum's virtues. He took a
long step backward before roaring, "You're taking too fucking long. Hurry the
fuck up!" and gave her another caustic stripe across her silky thighflesh.
The hulking figure in black watched, spellbound with lust, his massive cock
throbbing almost painfully, as Teresa's dainty hands stroked her responsive
brown nuggets, coaxing them little by little into the desired state of
excitement. In less than a minute her nipples were two spikes as rich in color
as mahogany -- and just about as hard. As far as Black Jack Slocum was
concerned, they were just clamoring for attention.
And Big Jack was just the man to see that they got it!
"Very nice. Now lift yer arms back up! Higher!" Teresa fearfully obeyed,
the rest having given her aching shoulders a bit of new life. But she was
conscious of how that movement seemed to lift her proud breasts up as if in
supplication to the atrocious belt. Teresa closed her eyes, dreading the
coming, inescapable pain.
"Did I tell you you could close yer eyes, gypsy gal? I don't want you to
miss any of this! And if you lower yer hands again, or move away from that
doorway...." CRAASHH! Jack shattered an empty beer bottle on the bar. Then he
lifted the jagged remnant in his big hand and held it an inch from her lovely
face, the dregs of the cerveza dripping down on to her heaving breasts. "I'm
going to have to cut you up a little. Understand?"
The terrified girl extended her arms high above her head again. Anything to
avoid being disfigured like the grotesque little monster who sat at the nearby
table.
Despite her terror, though, Jack was superstitious about one thing -- every
damn time he'd ever messed up a girl's face or done any permanent physical
damage to a woman, he'd had bad luck. He'd blackened the eyes of a smart-mouthed
blonde in Houston once; the next time he was with her, she slipped him a Mickey
Finn, and he'd woken up in an alley two days later with no money and no horse.
Another time he'd cut up the tits of a pretty quadroon whore in New
Orleans. He'd used a straight razor to carve a small 'J' in her left breast and
an 'S' in her right. Just for fun. No white man could get in trouble for that,
he figured; not in Louisiana. But three days later he'd gotten arrested and
thrown in jail for six months for something he didn't even do!
And then there was the Mexican girl he'd been convicted of raping. To this
day, Jack Slocum was sure that the only reason he'd been caught was cause he'd
slapped her around pretty good.
So, Jack figured he was jinxed if he did a woman any permanent injury. But
pain -- visceral, agonizing pain -- that was another story. So, when Jack
threatened to cut her with the broken beer bottle, he was bluffing. But Teresa
had no way of knowing that.
Jack bent down and tasted the trickle of warm beer on Teresa's left
breast, enjoying the look of disgust on her face. And then his long, purplish
tongue licked at the film of beer and perspiration that covered her other naked
globe, his tongue lingering on and prodding each of her tasty rigid nipples.
They were nice and stiff, now -- just right for abuse!
Another deep rumbling roar of clouds crashing thundered through the
heavens, followed moments later by an ear-splittingly electric crackle of
lightning.
The man with the belt looked outside to see the bright flashes in the sky,
brilliant but ominous harbingers of the thunderbolts Black Jack Slocum was
preparing to unleash on Teresa's heavenly orbs.
"On yer toes!" Jack intoned menacingly. And, trembling, Teresa once again
took up the proper position.
"Ern, I remember readin' in a story one time about some cutie with 'pouting
breasts'. Well, I'm gonna give Teresa's somethin' to pout about!"
"Yeah, me too, Jackson," Ernie the Weasel seconded, even though he would
have had a hard time reading the words on his own daddy's tombstone.
Black Jack Slocum heard his partner snicker as he doubled up the belt in
his giant paw and took a sinister step backward, so that Betsy would have plenty
of time to pick up speed. The stiff, shiny leather felt good in his hand as he
met Teresa's horror-stricken glance for a couple of seconds, relishing the fear
in her beautiful dark eyes. He flexed the muscles in his right arm, to give
Teresa an idea of the power he was about to unleash on her splendid breasts.
Then, his tongue protruding intently from the corner of his mouth, the rangy
gunslinger drew the awful belt back behind him and gave the full-breasted Latina
a high hard one that landed with a resounding CRACCKK!! on the upper curves of
her proud breasts, less than an inch above Teresa's distended nipple-buds.
The pain was shattering. Teresa choked into her gag in soundless anguish,
and tried desperately to keep her arms raised, as she had been warned to do.
Jack let her focus on the fierce pain in her tender tits for about thirty
seconds, and then shot the the fiendish black leather CRACCKKKing into the lower
third of her succulent love-globes.
"Mmmmmgggg!!" Teresa groaned, unable to swallow the pain silently again.
God, what a great pair of tits she had, Jack thought, as he watched the two
bands on her boobs darken. With her arms overhead Teresa looked for all the
world like an exotic Aztec princess -- the position lifted her breasts up as if
they were sweat-sheened sacrificial offerings to Jack's sacred belt.
"Geesus, Jack," Ernie chuckled sadistically. "There's only one thing
prettier 'n a pair 'a big, juicy tits."
Puzzled, Jack gave his partner a quizzical look. "What's that?"
"A pair 'a tits that's been marked up by some leather! Am I right or
wrong?"
"Haw! You got that right, Ern," Jack grinned. "I told you to stay on yer
toes! Stretch, Teresa! Higher!"
His exotic dark-haired captive was wildly shaking her head "No" from side
to side now, hoping desperately that her abject pleas for mercy might be
granted.
"Sorry, honey. I ain't stoppin' now. I'm just getting warmed up!" And
Jack, with a cruel leer, the muscles of his shoulders rippling, drew a bead on
the taut brown nipples of his naked prey. His muscular arm drew the heavy belt
back again, and then with a savage motion sent it rocketing through the air
toward his twin targets.
CRACCCKKKK!!! Bullseye!!!
Jack's gleaming belt exploded across the exact centers of the Latina's
majestic breasts, bathing them in a molten wave of pain. Teresa had never felt
such agony -- her dark-nippled treasures were on fire! "Unnnnnnggghhhh!!" she
groaned into her makeshift gag. She shook her head back and forth, letting her
dark hair fly wildly around her shoulders as she tried to fight off the
agonizing pain.
"That's it, Jackson! Let 'er have it!" Ernie enthused.
Jack gave her a minute or so to recover -- letting Teresa savor each blow
to the fullest. And then, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he gave her another
skin-scalder, high on her glorious thighs, no more than two inches below her
velvety Venus mound.
Teresa, forbidden even the tiny palliative of doubling up in pain, bit her
lip, trying to swallow the hurt.
The look on Black Jack Slocum's stubble-bearded face was grim,
determined, and intense. He whistled the belt around his head twice and then
brought it down to waist level before raking it across, Teresa's tender loins,
flattening her mossy fringe of pubic hair.
But then his steely-eyed gaze returned to her heaving bosom again. He wiped
his mouth and stepped forward to cup her whip-warmed right breast in his huge
hand, letting his long fingers play over one of the dark marks he had just
inflicted. He pressed the silky-soft flesh harder, causing her to gasp with
pain. "Does that hurt?" he asked softly.
Teresa, sensing the possibility of sympathy, gave him a tearful look and
nodded yes.
Jack's dark eyes seemed to give her an understanding look for a moment or
two, but then he squeezed even harder and said, in a venomous voice, "Bueno!
I'm glad I haven't lost my touch!" and gave Ernie another of his wolfish grins.
Ernie slapped his knee in delight at Jack's feeble attempt at irony.
Meanwhile Jack was attending to some of the raven tresses that had fallen
forward over Teresa's breasts during her agitated writhing. He gently brushed
the stray hair back over her pretty shoulders. "We don't want anything standing
between you and Black Betsy, do we, mija?" he smirked.
The pain was causing Teresa to drool heavily now. A thin trail of liquid
oozed from one corner of her pantie-gagged lips and trickled down on to the top
of her right breast. Moments later another joined it, making her breast
deliciously damp-looking.
Jack took a step or two backward, and doubled the belt up in his hand,
gripping and re-gripping it until it felt just right. He drew a bead on her
drool-spattered boob, and he lashed it violently, the black leather spraying
saliva as it bit into Teresa's shuddering right breast, crushing her stiff brown
nipple.
"Uuunnnnnggghhhh!!"Teresa screamed almost silently into her choking
pantie-gag again for a few seconds, but she somehow managed to keep her arms
aloft.
Jack strolled back and forth in front of her for a minute or so, until she
had partially regained her composure. He crossed in front of her, just as
another ominous roll of thunder shook the cantina. Then, as if he had been
taking instructions from an angry deity, he suddenly stopped and unleashed a
powerful backhand blow that slammed into her left breast with terrible force.
The poor girl shook her head sideways, begging her tormentor not to
continue. As she did so, the pantie-gag fell out of her mouth. "Merced," she
begged, in Spanish.
"Yeah, we'll give you mercy, bitch, like you and yer greaser brothers gave
me mercy!" Ernie was up and moving toward her, now. Whip in hand. No way he was
going to let big Jack have all the fun...
