Chapter 10 The Dancer Degraded
Another violent thunderclap exploded in the heavens; the long rolling
rumble of thunder seemed to last a half a minute. Then two jagged flashes of
lightning illumined the fearful night -- the pair of crackling thunderbolts
seemed a fearful omen to Teresa.
"Hey! The party ain't over just yet, senorita!" Ernie snarled as he reached
for the lustrous black mane of the nude beauty. "In fact it's just beginnin'.
It's time you showed uncle Ernie a little fuckin' affection, too, mija.
Especially since I come back from the dead just to come a courtin'." Ernie got
a good grip on the inky tresses of her tousled hair, and dragged her over to
the edge of the bed, on her stomach, until she lay across the bed, with her head
hanging over the edge.
. The red speckles which the prickly plant which had left on the inner
curves of Teresa's breasts had become damp, scarlet smears by the time Ernie
dragged her head first to the edge of the bed. Ernie reached out and pressed a
fingertip against one of the deeper pin pricks and when it came away red, he
painted the pebbly aureole of her left breast crimson with his fingertip,
enjoying the contrast between the deep ruby color of Teresa's blood and the dark
chocolate of her nipple. Being careful not to brush against the cactus, he bent
down and used the tip of his tongue to sponge the blood away, even as his lips
closed around the sweetness of her firm brown nugget. He tugged it gently,
testing its elasticity, and then reached around behind her to undo the terrible
necklace, and put it aside on the little corner table. Amazingly, despite all
of the rough treatment she had undergone, the white ropes that Jack had wound
around Teresa's chest were still tight as a drum; they encircled her torso just
above and just below her breasts squeezing her dark-nippled melons forward
provocatively.
"Ya know, mija" Ernie began, "after them big tips I laid on you last
Saturday night, I was expecting some mighty good lovin'." Ernie chuckled, as he
unbuttoned his fly. "You kept me waitin' a week longer'n I expected, honey. But
now it's time you gave me what I got comin'!"
Ernie lifted Teresa's head by the hair again, so she could get a good look,
or as good a look as the shimmering candlelight would permit, at Ernie's crotch
-- which was about as appetizing as his gruesome left eye.
As Ernie dropped his pants, Teresa wrinkled her pretty nose in revulsion.
Ernie wasn't the most fastidious hombre in the world about bathing under the
best of circumstances, and tonight he was smelling particularly ripe. His
unwashed cock and balls dangled inches from her face. If her situation hadn't
been so dire, Teresa might have laughed at his "chilito", his half-erect
undersized dick; it reminded her of Ernie himself -- it was skinny, ugly, and
it, too, seemed to squint at her angrily out of one eye.
Ernie released her head and fisted his scrawny but eager prick a few times
with his left hand; out of the corner of her eye, Teresa could see that he was
once again clutching the four-thonged whip in his right.
"OK, mija, you know what to do," Ernie sneered. "Get busy! Andale!!"
Even after being freed of Ernie's grasp, Teresa had difficulty pulling
herself up on to her knees. She knelt there on the bed, her arms still bound
behind her back, until Jack reached out and gave her a push between the shoulder
blades that caused her face to tip forward into the mattress, leaving her body
arched in a feline curve and her spirit nearly shattered on the rocks of fear
and disgust. The dark hair around her beautiful face was as tempest-tossed as
if she had been caught in the gale raging outside.
"What the fuck you waitin' fer, Teresita?" Ernie yelled, as he cracked her
sharply across the smooth skin of her back with his four-thonged whip.
"Aaaaahh!! Que? What ... what do you want?" Teresa whimpered. "No
comprende."
Ernie went for her sweet bronze buns this time, aiming for the lovely arc
formed by her butt-cleft, punishing her bottom with a ferocious overhand cut
with the whip, as Teresa's body tensed deliciously in response to the stinging
stroke.
"Whaddya mean, 'No comprende'? You 'comprende' just fine, you Mexican
slut!" The whip scored her bottom again, as Ernie slashed at her angrily. "Don't
play dumb with me, chiquita! It's time for you to wrap those sweet lips of yers
around some American cock, 'nstead of them greaser dicks yer used to suckin'!"
"No," Teresa shook her head wildly. "Nunca... nunca," she lied. But
indeed, she had almost always been able to cajole her other lovers into
foregoing that most intimate of pleasures. She had been forced into relenting
only once, on that occasion when Jorge, in a jealous rage, had made her kneel
on the bed with her heart-shaped bottom high in the air, and given her a dozen
or more stinging cuts with a tough leather strap. The proud beauty had taken no
pleasure in pleasing her lover in that way; the idea of taking this disgusting
gringo into her mouth was unthinkable.
"Never, my ass!" Ernie sneered in disbelief. Impatiently, the ferret-faced
villain turned toward his partner. Jack lay sprawled naked on the bed behind
Teresa, his dark, reptilian eyes admiring the delicious curvature of her behind
with predatory delight. "Looks like our gypsy gal needs a little east-Texas
encouragement, Jackson! Just like that teasing slut, Honey Wilson. Hold her up
for me, pard. I'm gonna learn our little senorita not to fuck with Ernie
Gibbs!"
The hairy outlaw nodded and sat up on the bed, and then reached over, and
lifted Teresa by her hair. With her arms still bound behind her, her body was
as helpless as a rag doll in the hands of a giant. Jack yanked her up so that
she was kneeling not far from the edge of the bed facing a very pissed-off Ernie
Gibbs. .
Ernie didn't waste much time. Squinting evilly out of his good eye, he
slashed the whip across Teresa's tawny abdomen, and then rifled two quick shots
to her silky thighs, before cracking her sharply along the upper ridge of her
dark, swirling pubic hair.
"Aah!! Aghhh!! Arghhh!! Aieaahhh!!!" Teresa moaned in pain as each blow
landed, while her beautiful brown eyes filled with fresh tears. Teresa looked
up at Ernie fearfully. Behind him the flickering candles cast an eerie shadow on
the wall; the macabre silhouette of the little man dwarfed the man himself.
Ernie grinned his familiar crooked-toothed grin, laid the fearful whip on
the bed, and held his dick up for her. "I reckon it's time for you to start
suckin', mija!" Lashing Teresa's beautiful body had aroused him again -- his
skinny prick was as hard as a rail on the Southern Pacific.
Jack had been holding her upper body up by the hair, but now he pushed her
forward and down so that her face was only an inch or two from Ernie's erect
cock in all of its blue-veined ugliness. But once again the very notion repulsed
her; she gave him a look of blistering contempt and hissed, "Chingate tu madre,
cabron!" And regretted her rash outburst instantly.
Jack ripped her body backwards again. "That ain't no way to talk about a
fella's mammy, honeychile."
"What'd she say, Jack? What'd the slut say?" Ernie spluttered. His rheumy
eyes were sparkling with rage.
"I reckon she told you to fuck your own mama, Ern."
"She did, did she? That ain't no way to talk to a fella who's come back
from the dead to see ya, sweetheart. Hold her up straight, Jack; looks like I'm
gonna have'ta work on those pretty chichis some more. Teach this cunt some
fuckin' manners."
Slocum obliged him by pulling Teresa into an upright kneeling position
again, her back arched painfully back, her nude breasts thrust provocatively
forward.
"Yeah, that's it, pal.! Hold her just like that! Yer gonna git it now,
sister! Steady, now, Big Jack."
Ernie reached for the stock of the four-tailed whip again. It felt good in
his hand, as if it were an emblem of power. Ernie jerked at his throbbing cock
a couple more times with his left hand as the fingers of his right opened and
closed on the whip handle. He wasn't sure whether it was his stiff erection or
the solidity of the whip-stock that made him feel more like a man.
Despite the ghastly shadow, the flesh-and-blood Ernie Gibbs looked more
than a little ridiculous, with his pants around his ankles. But there was
nothing funny about the way in which he drew the short whip up and back and then
gave Teresa a stinging lash across the upper curve of her left breast; "Yeah!"
he exulted. Then the cocky little man lifted the whip up over his shoulder
before snapping it down brutally onto the luscious fullness of Teresa's other
breast.
"Ooouuuuwwwwww!!"
"How'd ya like that one?" Ernie smirked. "I'll teach you to call Ernie
Fucking Gibbs a fucking motherfucker!!" Ernie swung the whip with a savagery
remarkable even for him. CRAACKK!!! -- the tails of the terrible whip curled
around the outer curve of Teresa's left breast, bathing the shapely globe in a
sea of pain.
"Aaaaiiieeaaaahhhh!"
"Yeah, yell all you want, whore!" CRACCKKK!!, "AAAIIEEE!!!" he backhanded
her this time, letting the four sharp tails of the whip etch a fiery kiss deep
into the flesh of both of her plump breasts. "Ain't nobody gonna hear you in a
downpour like this!"
Teresa's loud cry of agony caused Jack to let go of her hair. She fell
face down on the bed again, panting and sobbing. "Por favor ... please ..."
"Lift her up again, Jackson. I ain't through with those big tits yet - not
by a long shot!" A savage grin lit up Ernie's features. He loved the way the
leather thongs bit deep into Teresa's soft breasts, and then seemed to cling to
the swollen mounds for a magical instant before sliding slowly downward over her
luscious curves leaving them blotched and red and quivering in the candlelight.
For a moment or two Ernie's thoughts turned to the punishment he and Black
Jack Slocum had meted out to Honey Wilson's creamy, pink-nippled breasts out in
the sun-baked corral on that last morning at the Wilson ranch. Yep, they had
worked those beauties over Texas-style, that was for damn sure. Him and Jack
had taught Honey what happens to big-titted blonde snitches in a way she'd never
forget. And now Professor Gibbs was going to teach this mutinous Mexican cutie
a different but equally painful lesson.
Slocum gave his diminutive partner a wink and once again pulled Teresa
Martinez up to face his whip-wielding partner.
Ernie eye-balled the dark stripes on Teresa's jutting breasts with a smirk
of sadistic satisfaction as he wiped at the sweat that was streaming down his
disfigured face. Then he took a quick step to his left, stroked his flint-hard
dick a few more times, took the whip back over his shoulder, and flung it
forward with a vengeance. The vicious side-armer landed squarely on the
centers of Teresa's generous mounds, sending waves of searing pain through her
sensitive brown nipples.
"Aaaaughhhrrghh!! Madre de Dios... please ..."
"How's that for a Bullseye, slut!"
"Please... God ... I can't take any mo..."
CRAACCCKK!! An overhander came sweeping down from above to rake the top of
her pleasure-globes, leaving fresh striata of pain on the upper contours of the
lovely Latina's throbbing breasts.
"Oh, you'll take it, baby! You'll take it, 'til either my arm gets tired or
my dick can't wait no more!"
CRAACCCKKK!! Ernie drilled her man-pleasing nipple-nuggets again, crushing
her tender breast-tips under the punishing thongs.
Ernie strutted back and forth for a few seconds, his pants around his
ankles, his cock hard with desire. He would have been a ludicrous sight had he
not been brandishing the dreadful whip. And then he unloaded on her tits again,
punishing Teresa's swollen lust-melons with yet another swift, sure, horizontal
stroke.
"Aauuuggghh!" Teresa groaned in anguish. She would have doubled over in
pain, had not Jack, still holding a handful of her long black hair, quickly
jerked her upright again, just in time for Ernie to give her yet another
ferocious breast-splitter across her naked knockers, leaving a mark on their
soft lower curves.
"Aaaaaaaaagghhh! Madre de Dios," the pathetic brown-skinned beauty moaned
again, but she had hardly closed her lips when the terrible thonged whip visited
the ever-so-tender area at the juncture of her thighs, eliciting another
high-pitched scream. This scream, though, like all of the others, was drowned
in the thunderous downpour that was bombarding the roof of the cantina.
The ghastly shadow on the wall moved twice more as Ernie slashed her lovely
naked thighs once and then again. And then the fearful shadow paused as the
evil little man stroked his pulsing cock to an even fuller erection. God, he was
hot! His balls were heavy with lust as he turned slightly away from his
beautiful victim only to lash out with a vicious backhand that crashed into
Teresa's delectable breasts with teeth-rattling force.
"Aaaaaauuhh!" Teresa cried out in agony, her body a sea of pain. And that
one broke her, at least for the moment. "No mas... For the love of God, no
mas."
Jack's powerful hand moved to the back of her neck and pressed her down,
down until her torso was face-down flat on the bed once again. And then he
lifted her head up, so that her mouth was about two inches from Ernie's aroused
penis.
"OK, baby, use that pretty tongue, and clean me off. Oooh, that's right!
Right down to the base! Lick it! Lick it like it was a big ol' lollipop. And
act like you like it, or you're gonna get a few more across those juicy
knockers!"
Teresa, inexperienced in the art of providing oral pleasure, but desperate
for a reprieve from the seemingly unending pain, swallowed her dignity and
complied with his instructions, running her pretty pink tongue up and down the
length of her tormentor's manhood.
"Oooohhh, yeahhh! Now' yer talkin'! C'mon baby, polish that cock! Get
it nice and wet. Worship it, mija. Yeah!!!" Ernie's scrawny body was shaking
with lust. "Hey, Jack. I bet her ass is lookin' pretty good, too about now,
ain't it? Ernie winked. "Geeeeeeessssusss! Lick it, baby. Make it nice and
slippery."
When his prick was dripping with Teresa's saliva, Ernie lifted her head up
and jabbed his erection into Teresa's left breast. "Yeah, that feels good
baby," he muttered as he slid his slimy cockstaff around her breast twice and
then pressed its tip firmly against the most livid of the marks on her breast,
as Teresa shuddered in pain.
"I reckon I warmed 'em up good, didn't I, mija?" Ernie grunted as he
fondled Teresa's breasts with his penis. "Oh, shit, Jackson, she's got some
tits, don't she!"
" Yeaahhh... that was nice, baby," Ernie growled as he pulled away
slightly. "Time to get busy on those hairy fuckin' balls, baby. Niiiiice.
Take those cojones in yer mouth and suck the shit out of 'em! Yeah..."
"What did I tell you, Jack? She's a natural. A born cock-sucker -- they
all are."
Jack Slocum, meanwhile, had been running his big hairy hands all over
Theresa's bottom as he appraised it with an expert eye, like a cowboy checking
out a horse he would need for a long, hard ride, occasionally giving her ass a
jolting smack with the palm of his hand. "Teach her right, Ernesto, teach her
right!"
"Oh, fuck, that's good! Kiss it again, now, baby. Up and down - that's
it ... All over. Use those pretty lips. Now the tip. Good... a little more
tongue. Nice... Take it in yer mouth now. Tease it, baby. Use those lips.....
Oohhhh shit, that's good... Move your hand up and down on it real slow, while
you suck...Mmmm.... Go down on it now. That's it... more, mija... Swallow that
dick... Yeahh... All the way down, dammit! ... That's better... Now suck
it... Nice and slow."
But despite his admonitions, it was only a few more seconds before the
intensely pleasurable sensation of Teresa's mouth on his hyper-sensitive cock
caused Ernie to come. He soon spasmed violently, emitting an animal-like growl
as he shot spurt after spurt of semen into the warm cavern of Teresa's
unwilling mouth.
