Chapter IX The Spines of the Cactus
Slapping the stock of his whip impatiently against his scrawny thigh,
Ernie led the way through the kitchen, past the familiar wood-stove which held a
simmering cauldron of savory chile. He stepped past the sturdy-looking barrels
of flour and corn meal, and the large sacks of beans and onions and sugar, that
he remembered from his first visit. The table near the stove was laden, as
before, with fresh tortillas, ripe tomatoes, peppers, garlic and wafer-thin
sheets of meat that were destined to be carne asada.
But Ernie wasn't hungry just then, at least not for food. He passed
through the kitchen and into the darkness of the bedroom beyond. Jack grabbed
the knapsack, and slung it over his shoulder and followed, admiring the marks
Betsy had left on Teresa's spankable buttocks as he pushed their captive from
behind. Once they had crossed the threshhold into the bedroom, Jack noticed
that Teresa's good-sized bed had a heavy wrought iron headboard, and iron posts
at each corner. The solid-looking bed dominated the left side of the room.
Black Jack Slocum's lips broadened into a vulturesque smile -- they would need
a sturdy bed for the kind of games he wanted to play with their hot-blooded
prisoner.
"Right there's where they cold-cocked me, Jack," Ernie said, gesturing,
"See, you can even see the blood on the floor. Right there, in the doorway."
Slocum nodded grimly in the darkness, but he really didn't give a shit
about his partner's past misfortunes. He pulled Teresa's naked body back
against his own until she could feel the lanky gunslinger's rapacious erection
pressing against the hollow in the small of her back. One huge, hairy hand
scouted the alluring place between her legs while the other slid up over the
velvety flesh of her stomach to fondle her belt-warmed breasts. "Cold-cocked
you, did they? Well, it's high time we hot-cocked this Mexican cutie!"
"You got that right! But first, what do you say we throw a little light
on our subject, eh, big fella?" Ernie asked. Jack continue to fondle Teresa as
his ferret-faced partner tucked the whip into his belt and proceeded to light
four large candles, each an inch or more in diameter. And then Ernie the Weasel
made a tour of the little bedroom, placing each of the candles in a
candle-holder -- two on the twin night tables on either side of the bed, and one
each on a tiny desk and a dresser in the other two corners of the room.
With a forceful shove, Jack sent their shapely young prisoner sprawling
backwards onto the bed. Ernie got a brief look between her legs, then, in the
candlelight. The delicate folds of pink flesh, the delicious little clitoris.
The ferret-faced man licked his lips as he raped Teresa with his eyes, while
Jack pulled off his pants.
Teresa, with her arms bound helplessly behind her, could do little
more than close her pretty legs and look up at Jack Slocum in dread as she
discerned the huge shape pressing ardently against his long-johns. He spun
around awkwardly, as he pulled at his pants; he was facing away from her when he
shucked off his drawers.
And then he turned toward her. Teresa swallowed hard. Befitting his
gigantic stature, Jack's cock was a huge, semi-erect, purple-headed pole
emerging from a dense forest of inky pubic hair. Below his gigantic organ hung
a pair of plum-sized testicles. Teresa could not take her eyes off of his
prodigious equipment -- Jack's swollen cojones seemed to fill their scrotal sac
to bursting.
Seeing where her dark eyes were fixed, Jack grinned salaciously as he
kicked her sprawling legs apart. "How dya like the size of these 'huevos',
Teresita?" Jack asked as he cupped his heavy scrotum. "These fuckin' balls are
loaded with Texas man-juice, darlin'. Just for you." Jack continued to fondle
himself while he admired Teresa's gorgeous nudity, his reptilian eyes riveted on
her dark-fringed pussy lips.
To Teresa's horror, Jack's knobby blue-veined monster-cock continued to
swell and lengthen even more as his big hairy hand returned to his angry-looking
organ. "Yeah, baby, we grow 'em big over on our side of the Rio Grande. And
it's all yers, chiquita! Every fuckin' inch of it!"
Although Ernie and Jack had doubled up on women before, the
little man never ceased to be amazed at Black Jack's humongous prick -- it had
to be nine or ten inches long.
Jack Slocum grabbed the bronze-skinned beauty roughly and pulled her up
until she was sitting on her haunches on the bed. Then he threw himself down on
the bed beside her, lying full length across the bed, face up, his horse-cock a
vertical pillar of rock-hard flesh. And then, almost effortlessly, he grabbed
her around the waist and lifted her up, so that she was straddling his thighs
facing away from him. The sudden movement caused the sharp spines of the cactus
necklace to dig into her breasts.
And then with a guttural, "Sit on it, bitch!" Jack grabbed her rounded
hips and pulled her down onto his impaling organ.
Teresita couldn't believe the size of his gargantuan-cock, as she slowly
tried to take Jack's knobby penis into her girlish vagina . It was almost half
again as large as Jorge's -- the former boyfriend who had had the biggest organ
she had seen in her young life.
But Jack was in no mood for slow. It had been weeks since he'd raped
the shit out of Honey Wilson, and he was in the mood for some serious fucking.
With his hands on her hips, he pressed Teresa's body more forcefully down on his
thrusting organ.
"Ah, fuck, but she's tight, Ern. Hot and tight!" Jack's face was a mask
of lust. So far the girl's vagina had only accepted a few inches of his massive
cock-staff. "OK, baby, start pumpin' sweet ass for me. Work it, honey! Up and
down!"
Ernie watched, amused, as Teresa tried to oblige, but she was impaled so
firmly that it was hard for her to move. Only the four flickering candles in
each corner of the room disturbed the darkness enough to allow him to see
Jack's long body stretched across the bed, his legs dangling over the side.
Teresa faced the side of the bed on which Ernie stood, and with her arms bound
still behind her, the front of her delicious body was temptingly available to
him. The scrawy gunman's good eye examined her body as thoroughly as if he'd
been the head judge at a livestock show. "You'd best do like my pard says,
girl," Ernie drawled as he eased the short-handled whip out of his belt.
"C'mon, mija, bounce on my big Texas cock!" Jack snarled again.
This time, when Teresa was still slow to obey, Ernie positioned himself
about three feet away and slightly to her right and, using a brutally compact
stroke, lashed the four strips of tough leather across her jutting lust-globes.
"You heard the man! Move yer ass, slut! Now!"
Teresa groaned in pain as the leather tails wrapped themselves around
her sensitive breasts. She tried to use the springiness of the bed to help her
slide up and down on Jack's giant prong. "Faster, bitch," he snarled.
But every time she tried to move faster, she felt the sharp cactus needles
digging into the inner curves of her close-set mounds. The first time she
slowed down -- and it was only for a second, in a vain hope to relieve that
agony -- Ernie slashed her left breast viciously, searing the outer edge of an
aureole just where it began to blend into the cafe-au-lait breast flesh.
"Aaaaaaghh," Teresa groaned in pain.
All the while, of course, she felt herself being forced further and
further down onto Jack's mighty prick, fearful that it might split her in two
at any moment. "Faster! Harder" he growled. "Take it all, you Mexican whore!
You know you love it!"
Big Jack had one hand on the strand of rope that strangled Teresa's
narrow waist. With his immense strength he was able to lift her up and then
slam her back down on to his eager cock. Each time he did this Teresa squealed
like a stuck pig, despite her promise to be quiet. And each time she squealed,
Ernie attacked her proud breast-globes, the breasts so beautifully framed in
the flickering candlelight by the tight white ropes, with the biting thongs of
his whip.
"Yeaaaahhh, senorita, ride my big fucking mustang!" Jack growled. "Up
and down, mija, up and down!" Slocum had his Texas truncheon deep in her moist
cunt now. He was fucking her like a man possessed, his hips lifting her 110 lbs
effortlessly. Teresa's pussy was a hot, wet velvety canyon that squeezed and
sucked at his cock despite the pain that coursed through her.
Jack's forceful lunges had the cacti bouncing and swinging against her
flesh now. "Ohhhhhh, move yer ass!" the big man moaned. "Milk it, baby! That's
real good. Keep doin' it, just like that!"
Teresa was a beatiful sight, as she rode Jack's cock, bucking like a woman
possessed, as Jack's giant pole plundered her pussy, and the razor-sharp cactus
needles perforating her chest. Her tawny thighs rippling, her young breasts
bouncing. And yet -- the effect, thought Ernie, while impressive, was not quite
what it might have been. Something was lacking. And then he realized what it
was.
"Honey, you shoulda kept them nipples hard. Now I'm gonna have'ta harden
'em up a bit! Not that I mind," he leered sadistically.
The evil gnome in the wet stetson reached for Teresa's full breasts, being
careful to avoid the sharp-spined cacti that bounced between them. He trapped
her dark nipples between his tobacco-stained fingers and flicked and twirled
them, gently at first and then more firmly, as Jack continued to lift her with
each titanic lunge.
Teresa was ashamed when her tasty nuggets betrayed her and gradually
responded to Ernie's manhandling. As he worked her nipples between his fingers,
they continued to stiffen and grow, until they were once again boldly pointing
up at him.
"Yeah, baby. That's how I like 'em. Brown and hard and long enough to
bite!" He bent down and took one stiff crest into his mouth, teasing it with
his lips and tongue. "And sweet. So goddam sweet!" he mumbled through clenched
teeth, as he nursed voraciously at her teasingly turgid breast tips, moving his
mouth back and forth between the two chewy morsels.
Ernie was pleased with the results of his labors. When he was done,
Teresa's nipples were firm, and puckering, sitting up on her saliva-damp
breasts like fleshy spikes, demanding attention.
Just then another agonizing wave of pain shot through Ernie's
gruesome-looking left eye, causing him to grimace in agony. And renewing his
determination to wreak vengeance on the cause of his suffering. As she rocked
back and forth on Jack Slocum's plundering cock, Teresa sensed Ernie's
intention -- his rheumy gray-green eye glowed with a fiendish intensity. She
shook her head, "No, no!" but Ernie was not about to be dissuaded from his cruel
purpose.
He reached his relentless talons toward Teresa's mouthwatering breasts
again. But this time it was not to stimulate the caramel-colored mounds of
flesh but to hurt them. El Raton seized a nipple in each hand, trapping the
teasing brown buds between thumb and forefinger. When another flash of pain
coursed through his bashed-in skull, he tightened his tenacious grip on her
swollen buds, pressing his jagged, ill-kept thumbnails deep into the sensitive
flesh where the perky crests of her breasts rose from her slightly paler
aureoles. Teresa renewed her struggles to free herself from the fiendishly
tight ropes that framed her thrusting breasts so stunningly, even as the
grinning gargoyle increased his pressure on the tender tips of her breasts until
tears streamed from her brown eyes.
"O, Dios, ayuda-me," Teresa prayed, as Ernie released her nipples only to
cry out in pain when he gave her left breast a resounding slap, driving the
tender mound into the cruel embrace of the cactus.
"Who's a Yankee pig, now, you Mexican whore?" Ernie re-gripped her
nipple-nuggets, and then slowly, inexorably, began twisting them outward. "How
you doin', Jackson? C'mon, mija. Move it, bitch! Bounce on that cock! Faster,
dammit!"
Teresa shuddered in agony as Ernie crushed and mauled her breast tips; each
shudder caused her to unwillingly tighten her vaginal grasp on Black Jack's huge
phallus. Somehow he had wedged the entire length of his massive fuck-pole into
her now.
When Ernie was satisfied that her delectable nipples were as long and as
hard they were going to get -- half-inch long brown rivets -- he told his
hard-fucking partner, "Jack, you gotta see these tits -- I worked 'em up good!"
In answer, Jack paused his deep thrusts for a moment. "Turn her around,
then! Let me at those titties!"
And between the two of them they made quick work in lifting their sexy
bound victim, turning her so that she was now facing Jack, and forcing her down
once again onto his immense impaling organ.
"Ya done good, Ern!" Jack exclaimed, as he admired the desirable
brown-studded hemispheres of golden flesh that were now well within reach of his
ape-like arms. "Up and down, bitch!" Jack grunted as he groaned with pleasure.
" Faster! Faster, Goddamit!! I wanna see those fuckin' tits bouncin' like
tumbleweed in a cyclone!"
But despite Teresa's best efforts, the stabbing pain of the twin cacti that
hung from her bizarre necklace, kept her from increasing the speed of her
movements. "Madre de Dios!" she lamented, as the spines dug into her breast
flesh, "It hurts."
But Black Jack Slocum was not too fucking interested in excuses.
"You don't listen so good, do ya, Teresa?" And with a vicious snarl the
hairy giant's huge hands moved to the outer curves of Teresa's pain-wracked
Mexican love-gourds. And then, smiling sadistically, he began to press inward.
Pushing her breasts together. Forcing them into the dangling cacti.
At first his pressure was not too intense. But his relentless grip slowly
tightened, until the punishing needles of the cacti punctured the inner slopes
of her succulent breasts.
"Aaaiiiiieeeeeaahhh!!" Teresa cried out, as her suffering continued to
mount.
In the glimmering light Ernie could see dots of scarlet begin to bead up
on her mouthwatering jugs.
Jack had Teresa's boobs in a death-grip now, and with his great strength he
began to lift her torso up, using her full young breasts as punishing
hand-holds, only to pull her back down onto his surging stallion staff. Ernie
could only look on with envy at the incredible stamina required to lift the girl
that way over and over again. No wonder the Chicana whores back in San Antone
had called big Jack 'Cojones de Fierro' -- Balls of Iron.
And each rise and fall seemed to drive more and more of the fierce cactus
spines deeper and deeper into Teresa's tender breast-flesh.
"That's it, sweetie. Oh, gees, that's good ...Shake them big chi-chis for
Uncle Jack. Geesus, Ern, I'm gonna fuckin' explode!" Jack growled. "Yeah!
Ride that big fucking bronco, you Mexican cock-rider! Yeah!!" he grunted, as
he pulled Teresa down harder and harder onto his punishing cock. The sight of
the Latina beauty's ebony-fringed sex swallowing the entire length of his
throbbing fence-post over and over had loaded every chamber in his gun.
From behind Ernie watched Teresa's sweetly rounded buttocks pumping up
and down faster than a miner's well-handle at the end of a long drought, eyeing
the deep, dark groove between them longingly, while Jack continued his ferocious
assault.
Finally, Jack exploded, his veiny manhood shooting the hot jets of sperm
that had swollen his bulging ball-sac deep into Teresa's gaping pussy. And he
fell back, delightedly spent, on the bed.
And Teresa, grateful that her breasts had been spared, at least for the
moment, the agonizing embrace of the cacti, rolled off of him, onto her side,
utterly exhausted, her arms still tightly bound behind her.
But her reprieve was to prove short-lived....
