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QUEEN OF SWORDS: DON DIABLO

By Dark One

“Ooohhh, Mia Dios! Oh, Mi Capitán!” Vera groaned as she bounced up and down. She was straddling Captain Grisham, her back arched, head thrown back as she gasped and groaned. It was a sultry summer night. So hot. Sweat was beaded all over her shapely body, dripping off her nose, chin and breasts. “Oh this is so good.”

The American expatriate reached up and squeezed her full, firm tits and groaned wantonly. She was such an animal in bed. The gorgeous blonde, blue-eyed Spanish noblewoman was the best he ever had. Shame she was married to the area’s richest landowner.

Suddenly, a bat flew into the window, circled them and was out the window within seconds. Vera, her eyes closed as she bounced wantonly, didn’t notice, but Grisham did.

“What was that?”

“Amor,” she groaned. “It is amor.” Then her big blue eyes popped open. “I am cummiiiinnnnngggg! Aaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy! Madre de dios! Again! Aaaaayyyyyy!”

Grisham forgot the bat. Her pussy was quivering, pulsating, squeezing his cock so incredibly. He lost it, and filled her hot, wet vagina with cum. Vera groaned wantonly, and began squeezing her pussy muscles in that so special way that milked him of the very last drop of cum, and gave such pleasure to them both.

“You are mui macho, mi Amore,” Vera groaned, leaning forward and kissing him deeply, passionately. Then she sat up, still impaled upon his stiff cock and pouted prettily. “But I must hurry home. Gaspar will be worried that I am so late.”

Gaspar Hidalgo was her noble husband. He was twice as old as the twenty-two year old blonde beauty. And, he would kill them both if he ever found out about their affair.

“I will think of you as my Gaspar has his way with me tonight, mi Capitán,” Vera said, smiling wickedly.

“You are a very naughty girl,” Captain Grisham said, grinning evilly.

She laughed as she slipped off of him, and began to dress. He helped her with the corset. Soon, Vera kissed him good-bye and headed home. Her horse and buggy were waiting out front. In no time she was heading out of the little village.

Just minutes out of the plaza, and still rolling between the adobe buildings of the little pueblo, she realized she wasn’t alone. A man in all black appeared next to her on the bench. He was tall, dark and handsome, obviously a Spanish nobleman by his look and bearing.

“What? W-who are you?” she stammered, stunned. “Where…are you a witch?”

“No, I am no witch, my pet,” he said in a cultured voice. “I am Don Diablo. And you are very beautiful.”

Vera’s beautiful blue eyes locked with his, and went wide for a brief second. In a heartbeat the sexy senorita was hypnotized by his gaze. Don Diablo smiled wickedly as he reached out and caressed her satiny soft cheek with the back of his fingers. Then he pushed her soft, blonde hair back over her shoulder and caressed her long, slender neck. “Such a pretty neck.”

Vera groaned with supreme pleasure when Don Diablo moved up close, pressed up against her shapely body. One hand cupped her face, into which she rested her head. The other wrapped around her, sending waves of ecstasy through her body and mind. She groaned wantonly as Don Diablo nuzzled her neck.

As the buggy rattled and bumped down what passed for a road in colonial Alta California, Don Diablo slowly stripped the gorgeous young noblewoman. Before her hypnotized brain could fathom what was happening, the oversexed vixen of a gold-digger was stripped down to nothing but her silver jewelry, and found herself straddling the horny nobleman's lap. He pulled out a thick, impossibly long cock, and she willingly, eagerly, impaled herself upon it. The rocking, bouncing wagon ride did most of the work after that.

"Uuuuughhhh," Vera cried, achieving almost instant climax. "Oh, Don Diablo. I am yours."

"I know. Mine forever," he said, and sank his fangs into her throat.

"Aaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy! Mi Amor!" she cried in ecstasy as he sucked blood furiously from her throat and the darkness began to creep in around the edges of her vision. "I am yours."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

The dark shape slipped stealthily through the nightshadows of the tiny pueblo deep in the heart of Alta California. She was tall, with long dark hair parted down the middle, brown eyes behind a lacy mask and a medium-built body. That body was obviously shapely, since it was snuggly sheathed in all back -- black blouse under a tight corset, black pants stuffed into boots, with a red sash over a silver sword belt. A long sword hung on her left hip, a long bullwhip was wrapped around her tiny waist and a deadly Main Gauche dagger was sheathed in her boot.

The much beloved Queen of Swords paused to gaze out across the main plaza. To her surprise, not a single soldier was to be seen. Why not? People were vanishing left and right. The peons swore it was the work of a vampire. The few "witnesses" had vanished, too.

The Queen of Swords suspected Colonel Montoya was behind it.

"Very clever, Colonel, but I will not let you get away with this foul deceit," she muttered as she eyed his official residence across the plaza.

The fact that no soldiers were to be seen "protecting" the citizens of Santa Helena spoke volumes to the suspicious and sexy vigilante. If Montoya believe there was an undead threat, as he claimed he did, then he would have his men out in force. He was not a man to back down from danger, or one to allow a criminal to run loose unmolested if he could help it.

Neither as her alter ego, Senorita Maria Teresa Alvarado, nor as the masked vigilante the Queen of Swords, had she witnessed anything to show Montoya was trying to captured the man, or vampire, responsible for the disappearances. And one of those gone missing was Vera Hidalgo, Maria Teresa's best friend. Her husband, Gaspar, was said to be so devastated by her disappearance he could not leave the house.

"What game are you playing, Montoya? What are you hiding?" she muttered.

The Queen of Swords didn't believe for a minute there was an undead monster haunting the night-shrouded streets of Santa Helena. More like a greedy, power hungry monster of a military governor -- Montoya. And she knew there had to be a very good -- or very BAD -- reason that Montoya wanted to frighten the citizens away from the night streets. And she was determined to discover that nefarious reason, and expose her nemesis.

The governor's residence was dark. It was, after all, well after midnight. She smiled, for tonight Montoya would give up his secrets. The Queen of Swords was on the case, and she had a knack for getting to the truth. The sexy Spaniard had nothing but confidence.

Captain Grisham exited the governor's residence, with four soldier's in tow. She was surprised to see him up and about. He was in uniform, fully armed. Odd. It convinced her she was correct about Montoya, and that something was going down that very night. She watched them as they vanished down a side street, then quickly took off after them.

"El Capitan will lead me to Montoya's little intrigue," she muttered.

The soldiers were anything but quiet. Their weapons and gear rattled and clacked as them walked. It was one of the ways she kept track of the location of all of them at night. To her surprise, Grisham led the soldiers up one street and down another, and just patrolled the few streets of Santa Helena, before returning to the barracks.

"That's it?" she said, stunned. A movement to her right caught her eye. Was it a trap? Was this some elaborate hoax to draw her out, and them pull her into an ambush?

The sexy Queen of Swords sank back into the night shadows, and stealthily slipped down a narrow side road, around the block and up behind the shadowy figure. He was tall and lean, wearing all black and a voluminous cape. It was partly cloudy that night, so she waited for the moon to peek out again. Hopefully that would provide enough light to identify him. Santa Helena was small enough she knew everyone on sight.

"You cannot hide from me, Senorita. I can smell you, soft and feminine. I can hear you enticing panting breath," he said with a thick Cordovan accent. "I can hear your heart beating." He turned and faced her. "I am Don Diablo, and you must be the Queen of Swords I've heard so much about."

Taken aback at being discovered, she stood straight and stepped out of the shadows. She saw no weapons on him, but with a name like "Don Diablo" he had to be either a highwayman, bounty hunter or assassin. In other words, someone Montoya hired to catch her.

"What do you want? Why are you haunting the streets of Santa Helena?"

"Haunting? I like that. Si, I haunt. I hunt," he said, confirming her suspicions.

"Bounty hunter or assassin?" she said, pulling her pistol and aiming at his chest. Just five feet separated them. She didn't miss at that range.

"Ah. You're conceit is unbecoming a proper Spanish Lady," he said. He took two steps toward her, unconcerned with the pistol aimed at his heart. "But you are very beautiful, and I might enjoy a little dalliance with you tonight."

"Oh, I don't think you would -- Aaiiee!" she said, interrupted when he lunged at her. More out of surprise than anything, the Queen of Swords pulled the trigger. She was sure she hit him in the heart, so was unprepared when he backhanded her. "Ugh!"

The beautiful Spaniard had never been struck so hard. The blow spun her around, and sent her stumbling into the shadows. She tripped and found herself sprawled in the dirt, head spinning, as she listened to him stalking towards her.

"You vile woman, you ruined my shirt," Don Diablo hissed. "For that, my pet, you will pay dearly."

The Queen of Swords rolled to the side, pulling her sword as she regained her feet. He paused, looking impressed. She gave him a smug look, then lunged forward to impale his chest on her long sword. That seemed to surprise him, too.

"My, you don't give up easily, to you, my pet?"

"I am not your…why are you still standing? That was a mortal wound," she said, stepping back. "You should be dead."

"I am dead," he said. "Undead."

Don Diablo opened his mouth wide as the moon slid out from behind the clouds. White fangs captured her full attention. The Queen of Swords' heart froze. He was evil incarnate. One of Satan's Own. A vampire. A real vampire.

"I thought…but you….Montoya didn't make you up to scare the people?" she said, confused and frightened. He took a step closer, a wicked smile spread across his face. The Queen quickly got her bearings, trying to determine the shortest and quickest route to the church. She had to get to Holy Ground to save herself. "Vampires are real?"

Suddenly, his eyes seemed to grow to enormous proportions. Her own eyes were drawn to them, starting to fall deep into their hypnotic depths.

"No!" the Queen cried. "I will not submit you! Begone, foul demon!"

The Queen of Swords held up her sword, by the blade, thus making it a cross. The vampire smirked. She felt her resolve falter.

"This is a holy cross, vampire."

"No, that is a sword," he said. He held his hand out, and the sword was pulled from her grasp. A second later, the tip of her sword touched the Queen of Swords' neck. She sucked in a startled breath, lifting her chin up and to the side. "Submit, or die."

"Submit so you can murder me? So you can suck me dry?"

"Yes."

"I don't think that would be prudent," she said, and slapped the sword away.

The Queen of Swords dropped to one knee as he took a wild swipe at her, pulled her main gauche dagger, and lunged at the vampire. He dodged aside with supernatural speed, leaving her stumbling after missing. But she recovered fast, and parried his next stroke, stepped inside his guard and slashed him chest with her keen blade.

Don Diablo cursed vehemently, but didn't appear the least bit fazed by that latest of deadly wounds. It reminded her he was undead, and she couldn't kill someone already dead. Not with plain steel anyway. Then he went into the attack, pushing her back slowly.

"You are quite skilled, Senorita."

The Queen of Swords was hard pressed to defend herself. Worse, he was forcing her back and away from the village church. Then it got worse. She hard the sound of running feet, shouting soldiers, and Captain Grisham giving orders.

"I'm afraid they heard your gunshot, my pet," Don Diablo said.

She heard footsteps behind her. The Queen of Swords glanced over her shoulder, and in that instant Don Diablo rushed her. One hand went over her mouth, as the other arm encircled her body. Before she understood what was happening, she felt him fly up into the air with her.

"Mia Dios!" she cried into his gloved hand.

Then they set down atop the flat roof of one of the houses. His eyes locked with hers, and he smiled.

"Now, where were we, my pet?" The hand over her mouth came off, and grabbed a fistful of silky brown hair, jerking her head painfully back. "Oh yes, we were playing."

The Queen of Swords thought he was going to bite her neck, but she was surprised when he kissed her instead. Long, deep and demanding, that kiss lingered. She struggled, but he was supernaturally strong. Despite his best effort, she slipped out of his grasp. But not unscathed. Don Diablo grabbed her silk shirt, and it was mostly ripped off her body during her escape.

"Oh! How dare you!" The Queen of Swords cried, crossing her arms over her naked breasts. Her tits hung over the black leather corset, nipples stiffening up in the cool night air.

"You are even more beautiful now, Senorita. Seeing you thus makes me hunger for something more than just blood," Don Diablo said, eyes fixed on her chest.

The Queen of Swords gawked at him. Her mistake. She knew she'd committed the worse mistake imaginable when fighting a vampire. She looked into his eyes. They grew enormous to her, sucking her in so fast she barely had the wherewithal to cry out softly, "Ay!"

"And now, my pet, you are mine to do with as I please," Don Diablo said, tossing the sword aside. "Drop your hands."

The Queen of Swords dropped her hands to her side, giving him a perfect view of her spectacular tits. Don Diablo moved up close, cupping her tits with growing lust. She felt his hard-on against her belly.

"You may perform fellatio now," he said.

"As you command, my master," she whispered, dropping to her knees.

She fumbled with his pants and belt, so had to remove her gloves. Then she was able to free his enormous, erect cock. The beautiful Spanish noblewoman took his cock in both hands and wrapped her full, firm lips around the head and started sucking. Literally, she just sucked. No other movement.

"You've never done this before, have you?" he said.

"No, my master."

Don Diablo had to instruct the vivacious virgin on the intricacies of giving head and really good fellatio. She was, to his delight, a quick study. In no time her head was bobbing as she slurped and licked and sucked. Her delicate hands stroked his cock, and fondled his balls.

"Halt!" Captain Grisham called.

Don Diablo gave him the most disdainful look. The captain was with eight soldiers, all holding long wooden lances. He eyed those sharp lances warily. If one pierced his heart it would kill him.

"Oh my God, the Queen of Swords is sucking his cock," Grisham said.

"Yes, my pet, that is it," Don Diablo said, almost there. "Keep going…going….Ooooohhhhh, si, senorita, that was it."

"She's swallowing? Wow, what a slut," Grisham said, unable to pull his wide eyes away. He so wanted her. "Stake the vampire, and then we'll celebrate with the Queen of Swords on her back!"

"Not tonight, mi Capitán," Don Diablo said, and rose up into the air. "Enjoy your little Queen of Erotic Delights."

Don Diablo flew away backwards, laughing. In seconds he vanished into the darkness. But the Queen of Swords remained kneeling, slack faced. Grisham walked up to her, reached down and took hold of her lacy black mask. She didn't move, or change expressions.

"The Queen is entranced," Grisham said. He smiled, curled his fingers up under her mask, and pulled up. With the mask up over her eyebrows, but still too dark to recognize her, he paused. "Wait. Once the mask is off, she stops being the Queen of Swords, and is just another doomed wench."

He pulled the mask back down, and then pulled out his cock. "Get to work, my Queen."

"Si, my master," she whispered.

The Queen of Swords obediently took his cock in hand, and started rolled her tongue all over and around his dick head. Just like Don Diablo taught her. Grisham gasped and groaned, burying his hands in her soft dark-brown hair. She gave him intense head until he couldn't take much more, then started licking his shaft up one side, down the other, and sucking, licking and nibbling on his balls. Finally, she gobbled down his cock and bobbed her head a mere five times before he ballooned her cheeks.

"God, I love it when they swallow," He said out of breath. He stepped back and grinned. "All right, boys. Line up. The Queen of Swords has generously volunteered to suck us all off."

"Si," she whispered.

Grisham knelt behind the beautiful, masked vigilante and started exploring her curvaceous body as Sergeant Ramirez took his turn in the Queen's eager mouth. By the time the sergeant creamed her mouth, the Queen of Swords had regained her senses. All thanks to Grisham. When he unfastened her pants, and started messaging her clit, it was enough to break the entrancement. Unfortunately, she was in a dire predicament. As soon as they figured out she wasn't entranced she would be bound and unmasked.

The Queen of Swords had no choice but to maintain her composure and keep right on giving oral pleasure to her enemies. She remembered every second of her time while entranced, every smell and taste of cock. She recalled all of Don Diablo's instructions. She gave the soldiers really good head and fellatio.

Unfortunately, now that she was free from entrancement, she was also affected by all the intense sexual activity. Grisham was driving her wild with his hands and lips and teeth and tongue. Between each soldier she serviced, Grisham took something else off her body. Halfway through the soldiers she was only wearing her lacy mask and the black leather corset. Grisham seemed content to leave them on her body.

"Mmmmggghhh," the Queen of Swords groaned, feeling Grisham's cock rubbing up between her ass cheeks and across her aching cunt. Her mouth was full of Private Ortiz's privates when Grisham pushed a finger up her cunt. "Uuuugggggmmmm."

"Boys, as I suspected, the Queen of Swords is a virtuous, upright woman, and a VIRGIN," Grisham said, and laughed. He pulled out his cock and pressed it up to her throbbing pussy lips. "Or, rather, she WAS a virgin."

The captain drove his cock deep into her shapely body, deflowering the once proud Spanish noblewoman turned masked vigilante.

"Ay! Carumba! Madre de dios, I have been deflowered!"

Ortiz grabbed her head, and forced her mouth back down his cock. Grisham reached around and started mauling her aching tits, all the while hammering her pussy from behind with fast and furious strokes, pushing deep, deep, deep into her quivering body.

The Queen of Swords had gotten into a routine, an erotic pattern with all of the blow jobs. She was barely even thinking about what she was doing. Grisham's cock changed everything. That cock stirred up feelings, ignited deep, base pleasures and needs. In no time she was bucking as he was pumping in and out, grunting and panting through her nose as she sucked cock with renewed enthusiasm, and felt her curvy body reacting and changing to sexual use.

"Mmmm," she moaned when Ortiz filled her mouth with hot seed. Ortiz pulled out and moved away. She licked her lips and rolled her head back onto Grisham's shoulder, savoring the feel of his hands on her body, stroking and squeezing her tits, and of his cock driving her mad with passion and desire. It was all stoking her inner fire, making her gasp and pant, leaving her shapely body shimmering with sweat. "Ay, mi Capitán, you are so good to me."

Grisham redoubled his efforts as the next soldier stepped up. But the Queen of Swords didn't notice the young soldier, because her body was ready to explode with erotic pleasure. She was grunting and gasping, eyes rolled up.

"I…I am…..Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" she cried, climaxing for the very first time in her life. "I can't believe it. That felt so good. So right. Oh no, I'm a harlot!"

"Yes you are, my Queen. Our harlot tonight," Grisham said.

Grisham pulled out and stepped back. The Queen of Swords dropped to all fours, panting. Her sweaty body glistened sexily in the dim moonlight. Then the next private stepped up, and she rose up on her knees without a word and started sucking him off with some real enthusiasm.

Sergeant Ramirez immediately moved up behind her, only he went up the Queen's ass hole instead. Oh, Grisham enjoyed the look on her face when that happened. But she was quickly back to enjoying every stroke while bobbing and slurping on Private Colon’s cock..

"Such a whore," he muttered. "You boys keep the Queen busy, now. I'll go fetch Colonel Montoya. I think he'd enjoy seeing this pretty sight."

It took Grisham longer than the Queen of Swords thought. Or maybe it just felt like a long time while being fucked from two directions at once. But she finished sucking off all of the soldiers, and half of them had enjoyed her pussy or asshole before she spotted two shady figures coming towards the building.

"Oh my God! Montoya and Grisham are under attack from the vampire!" she cried.

The soldiers all cried out and ran over to the edge of the roof to see. The Queen of Swords didn't hesitate. She scrambled to the other side of the roof, and slipped over the side. Within seconds she was racing down the dark, narrow streets to her waiting horse. Once in the saddle, she rode hard all the way home to the Alvarado Hacienda.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Maria Teresa Alvarado climbed down from her buggy. The market square was crowded with the good citizens of Pueblo Santa Helena. Everything looked perfectly normal, but she noticed it was quieter, more subdued. Even the many soldiers in their crisp clean uniforms looked more haggard, more wary.

The beautiful Spanish noblewoman wore a white blouse under a black lace up bodice, and a long mustard yellow skirt. Her long, dark-brown hair was loose and parted down the middle. She unconsciously struck a pose: chin high, chest thrust out and hands on well rounded hips. Maria Teresa noticed the men sneaking longing looks, but chose to ignore them.

After a moment the beautiful Spaniard melted into the crowd and started to browse as she carefully listened in on every nearby conversation. Produce from the surrounding farms took up most of the market, but all of the village’s shops also set up tables with some of their choice merchandise on display. She was at the silversmith’s table when she finally got a break.

“Si,” a peon, Antonio Salinas, said. “Senor Alcala’s guest is an odd man, but a lot of noblemen so seem odd to normal people.”

The two peons walked out of hearing range, so she heard nothing more. But a stranger was in Santa Helena, staying with Senor Alberto Salinas, the villages tailor. She could think of no reason a nobleman would stay with a baseborn tailor. Any noble passing through would stay at the Governor’s Mansion, or the inn if that was their preference.

Maria Teresa smiled and moved away.

As she left the square, she passed by the carpenter’s shop. He was not looking, so she stole a hammer and a wooden stake. Maria Teresa hurried down an alley, heading for Senor Alcala’s home on the outskirts of the small village. When she arrived she was not surprised to see all the shutters closed, keeping the interior nice and dark. Perfect for a vampire.

No one was around, so she tried the front door. It was unlocked, so she slipped inside in an instant. The room was dark, dimly lit only by what little light squeaked in between the slats of the shutters. She paused to let her eyes adjust.

“What are you doing here?” Vera said in a hoarse whisper.

“Vera? Is that you,” Maria Teresa said, squinting into the darkness. “Are you all right? Where have you been?”

But Maria Teresa knew. Don Diablo obviously had taken a liking to the beautiful, sexy noblewoman, and kept her around. Hypnotized, of course. That made her a threat. She might be instructed to protect her undead lover.

A shadowy figure stood up across the room. There was just enough light to make out tousled blonde hair. Vera was the only blonde in the area. Mara Teresa moved the hammer and stake behind her back as she stepped closer to her friend. Oddly, she seemed to sense more than see shadowy movement to either side of her. But there was no sound associated with the creepy movements, so she wrote it off as optical illusions, the play of shadows and light.

“We’ve all be worried sick about you,” Maria Teresa said.

“Why are you hear?”

“I’m looking for you,” she said, getting closer. She was close enough to see her beautiful blue eyes. Then she noticed something else. “Oh, you’re naked.”

“Si, it is how my master likes me,” she said. Then her eyes dropped to around Maria Teresa’s waist, and grew wider. “What are you hiding behind your back?”

“Nothing.”

Vera’s eyes widened even more for a second, then narrowed with rage. “You want to kill my master!”

“I have to, Vera. He’s a vampire, a monster,” Maria Teresa said. “He’s hypnotized you, and made you his slave. I will free you.”

“No you won’t,” Vera cried, and lunged at her.

Vera savagely slapped the beautiful noblewoman, then kneed her in the crotch.

“Aaaaaayyyyyy!” Maria Teresa cried, falling back a step. “Vera, please. I’m your friend.”

“Get her!” Vera cried. Then the room erupted with noise. “Get her, and we’ll feed her to our master.”

Maria Teresa realized that numerous naked men and women were laying on the floor. The movements she saw earlier were some of them moving around stealthily. But they weren’t hiding now. Everyone was charging her.

“Mia Dios!” she cried. Someone grabbed her long, silky hair from behind, yanking her head back brutally. Then another smashed a fist into her left side, followed by several others hitting her in the face, tits, belly and crotch. “Ugghh! Help! Vera, please…Uugghh.”

She quickly lost the hammer and stake, but continued to writhe, buck and otherwise fight. But she couldn’t break free of their grasp. Men held her arms, while another held onto one leg. Then, more frightening, they all began to rip off her clothes.

“Aaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy! Madre de dios! NO!”

“Hold her still,” Vera said, stepping up before the panting, tousled Maria Teresa. “She is very beautiful. Our master will be pleased.”

“Your master will die,” Maria Teresa said defiantly. “If not by my hand, they by Montoya’s or Grisham’s.”

“Good, you have spirit. Our master likes his lovers to have spirit,” Vera said, grinning darkly. “But you are so beautiful, so spirited, they our master might prefer you to me. I can’t allow that. He’s mine.” She shows Maria Teresa what is in her hand – an ivory dildo. Vera cups one of Maria Teresa’s tits, gives the nipple a lick before she leans in and kisses her full on the lips. “I think it wise that we break your will, break your spirit. When our master wakes tonight, we’ll give him a pathetic, mewing kitten of a girl to drain and cast aside.”

Maria Teresa’s shapely body begins to tingle in anticipation. Vera enjoys the sight of her friend’s lower lips trembling as she lifts her chin haughtily and turns her face aside. Despite her show of disdain, Maria Teresa’s body was reacting profoundly. Vera smiled at the sight of taut, hard nipples and a quivering belly. Her hand dropped from the noblewoman’s firm tit, to her moist pussy. Vera’s delicate fingers loosened her captive’s moist folds and slipped into her body.

“Oh! Oh my,” Maria Teresa said. “Not you, too? Surely you won’t…I mean, we are both girls.”

“My master enjoys watching two women make love, so I’ve learned to love doing it with other women,” Vera said, lifting her now wet fingers to her mouth and sucking the love juices off as she locked eyes with Maria Teresa. She pressed the tip of the ivory dildo to her victim’s snatch, and slowly pushed up into her body. “Let me show you.”

“Ay carumba! Madre de dios! Give me strength!” Maria Teresa cried, rising up on her tip toes. Her head rolled back and she groaned low as she felt that thick, cold dildo penetrate and drive deeply. It didn’t take long for Vera to push all the way inside her, and start a soul rending pumping action. Then Vera started licking, kissing and sucking on her tits and nipples, in the most erotic, most amazingly pleasurable ways. “Mi Dios, it is too much. I cannot fight…the….Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!”

Vera ripped around five climaxes from her hot, sweaty body before Vera knelt between her legs and began eating her out with incredible talent. Maria Teresa was also forced to bend over backwards, until her face was crotch high. That’s when the sixty-eight year old village tailor thrust his rank cock and balls into her face. The beautiful, helpless Spanish noblewoman couldn’t believe it when his cock pushed into her mouth, and a second later she started sucking on it as his wrinkly, hairy ball sack slapped her in the face over and over and over as he pumped in and out.

“MMmmggghhhhhh,” she groaned.

Counting Vera, there were twelve of them in Senor Alcala’s house. Seven men and five women. Each and every one of them had Maria Teresa every way a man, or woman, can have a woman. They fucked her all morning, and well into the afternoon.

Maria Teresa lay in the middle of the room, face up and legs spread wide. A puddle of cum was under her shapely butt, being fed by the cum dribbling out of her ass and pussy. Cum also coated her lower face and lips, and her firm white tits. Even her long brown hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders by sweat and cum.

“Tie her up,” Vera said, nudging her unresponsive body with one foot. “Our master will feast upon her life’s blood at sundown.”

Maria Teresa cracked her eyes open just a fraction. Just enough to see where everyone was located. Vera stood next to her head, to her left. Senor Alcala’s young wife stood between her wide spread legs. All of the others were sitting or lying elsewhere in the room. They were finally spent.

The young noblewoman was exhausted, nearly completely spent. But there was still the flicker of hope within her indomitable chest. And an opportunity.

“Aaiieee!” Maria Teresa cried, sweeping her legs around brutally, taking down both the young wife and Vera. Before anyone realized what was happening, she had rolled to her feet and was racing for the door.

“Don’t let her escape!” Vera cried.

Too late. Maria Teresa reached the door, pulled it open and raced out. They only pursued her a short way. Now she had another problem.

“How do I get my buggy and go home, while naked?” she said, looking down at her ravished body. Cum was dripping off her jostling tits, down her shapely legs. “Eww! So nasty!”

With no other choice, Maria Teresa Alvarado slipped out of the village of Santa Helena unseen, and headed home cross country. Her outrage and anger quickly came to a boil within her fiery Latin chest. Vengeance would be hers!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

The Queen of Swords eases down the night-shrouded alley. She moves up next to Senor Alcala’s house and listens at a shuttered window. No sounds. So she slowly opens the back door, pulls her sword and goes in. The house is empty.

“I was afraid of this,” she muttered, scowling. The vampire’s daytime resting place was known, so he had to move. But where could they have all gone without arousing suspicion? ‘I’ll have to come back in to Santa Helena tomorrow, and ask around.”

She walked out the front door, and straight into a patrol of soldiers.

“It’s the Queen!” Sergeant Ramirez shouted. “Get her!”

The Queen of Swords rolls her eyes. “You’d think with a vampire haunting the streets you boys would have better things to do that harass me.”

She drops low, sweeping one foot around to trip up two of the soldiers. Leaping over them, she charged the remaining men. Her fierce reputation proved more than they could handle. All but Sergeant Ramirez scattered. He thrust his rifle, complete with fixed bayonet, at her heart. So she pulled her sword and parried his thrust.

“Well met, Sergeant,” she said, rabbit punching him in the throat as she moved past. The dodged between two other soldiers and raced down the dark alley amid a flurry of gunfire. “Mia Dios! You are all such terrible shots!”

The sound of the soldiers’ booted feet followed her. They were not giving up the chase so easily. They never did, though it never did them any good. You’d think they’d learn their lesson. She rather admired their tenacity, though.

Spotting a car next to an adobe house, she ran up the draft pole, jumped up on the bench seat and leapt up atop the house. Running across the roof, she dropped down into the next alley over. Hearing shouting soldiers down both ends of that alley, she tested two doors before she found one unlocked, and entered that home. She rushed through soundlessly, and out the back door in the next alley over.

The Queen of Swords came out of the door and was running before she realized she was behind Corporal Hector Alvarez. The tall, slim peon soldier didn’t notice his adversary behind him, being too intent on finding her. She grinned smugly, and followed to the end of the alley. When he stopped to look both ways, she drove into his back and smashed him to the ground.

“Oh, pardon me,” she taunted, then stomped on the back of his head. His face was smashed into the hard-packed dirt street, and out he went. “So rude of me. But, you did sodomize me last night. In fact, you took me in every orifice of my body. I say you got off lightly.”

She picked up his rifle and hurried down the street.

“Haha! Gotcha!” Private Ortiz shouted as he leapt out of the shadows. His arms wrapped around her, just below her breasts and pinning her arms down. The rifle fell from her grasp as she struggled to break free. “Oh, the little bandita is a real wild one.”

“We caught her!” Sergeant Ramirez called as he stepped out of the shadows on the other side of the street. He walked up to her, cupped the defiantly glaring Queen of Sword’s chin to leer victoriously at her, then bent to pick up the dropped rifle. “Is this Corporal Alvarez’s rifle?”

“Si, and this is my boot,” she said, and kicked him in the nuts. Then she hooked both feet behind Private Ortiz’s knees, and forced them to bend until he fell backwards. “Aha! You can never hold the Queen of Swords, mi amigos.”

As she rolled to her feet, the Queen kneed the soldier in the chin. That left him dazed, while his sergeant was on his knees retching.

The Queen of Swords grinned at the aching, sickened sergeant. “That’s for sticking your puny prick into me last night.”

“Puta,” he growled with a strained voice. “You enjoyed it more than me, or all of us combined. And you know it…puta.”

“How dare you!” she cried, and kicked him in the face. That put the vile sergeant down. Still shaking with rage and humiliation, she looked up and around. She could see the central plaza from there, and across it in the dim moonlight she say a blonde woman enter an adobe house. “Oh, there you are.”

Shouting soldiered were all around her, converging upon her location. None were in sight. Yet. So she scrambled up the side of an adobe house, to the flat roof. Then she started running across it. Leaping from roof to roof, across the narrow streets and alleys, she moved slowly but surely around the plaza, even as the soldiers scrambled within the serpentine streets and alleys below her. A few times she noticed them running below as she leapt over them, unseen to their pathetically unalert eyes.

Soon enough, the shouting soldiers were across the village and plaza. The Governor’s Mansion was lit up by that time, and she could hear both Captain Grisham and Colonel Montoya shouting orders. It was almost comical.

“Another typical night for the Queen of Swords,” she muttered, smiling smugly.

The Queen of Swords forgot about the soldiers, and turned to the door she saw Vera enter. There was some murmuring of voices on the other side of the door. She couldn’t make out who was speaking, or what they were saying.

Moving from window to window, she paused to listen and try the shutters. All were locked, and she couldn’t hear any better at any of them. Until she found a pair of shutters in back that were unlocked. Opening them, she stuck her head in and looked around.

“Ooooooh, master,” Vera cooed sexily in the semidark.

The Queen of Swords spotted her beautiful, blonde friend naked in bed. She was upright, bouncing up and down a along cock. That cock belonged to Don Diablo. Vera was near frantic with pleasure, siding up and down his dick, with her hands in her own hair, making tiny animal sounds of pure unadulterated pleasure.

“Oh…Si! Si! Si! OH SI!” Vera cried, then screamed her climax. “Aaagghhh!”

The Queen of Swords took that opportunity, while they were distracted, to vault through the window. Her sword was out in a flash of silvery steel. She knew enough about vampires to know the only way to truly kill one forever was to behead him.

“Don Diablo, I’ve come to…to….where?”

“Looking for me, my pet?” he said from behind the shapely beauty.

Whirling around, with a cried of fear and surprise, she found him grinning lecherously at her. She averted her eyes, locking her gaze on his shoulders. The shoulders would tell her when he would attack. They were better indicators of his next action than his eyes anyway. Unfortunately, he was naked. His cock was erect, and glistened with his and Vera’s love juices. The smell and taste of it came back to her in a rush, making her throat and chest tighten. Then her body recalled all that transpired after he abandoned her to the soldiers’ tender mercies and her loins began to burn and tingle.

“You monster! Die!”

The Queen of Swords lunged at him, sword aimed at his heart. He casually pushed the keen blade aside. Her sharp blade cut his hand to the bone, but he never even flinched. Then he grabbed the blade, and yanked her closer.

“Oh!” she yelped. Don Diablo brutally backhanded the proud heroine. “Ugh!”

When she fell back, he pulled the sword from her grasp. So she picked up a straightback chair, and charged him. He ducked and she smashed it over his shoulders.

“You’ll have to do better than that, Senorita,” Don Diablo said, chuckling.

“I have,” she said. She held up a foot long length of broken chair. Wood. “I think you might call this a STAKE.”

Both ends of the “stake” were broke in such a way to make them extremely sharp. A two edged stake. She thrust one end at his heart. Don Diablo slapped her arm aside as he dodge it. So she spun quickly the other direction, bringing the other end of the stake around at his chest.

“Aaagghh!” Don Diablo cried out, impaled on wood. “Bitch. That hurt.”

Unfortunately, she missed the heart. The Queen of Swords pulled the stake out and feigned right, and rushed left instead. The vampire was tricked and charged in the wrong direction. His back was to her, just two steps away.

“Die!” she cried, lifting the stake high.

“No!” Vera cried, thrusting the Queen of Swords own sword at her chest.

It was all the Queen of Swords could do to twist and duck out of the way of that deadly thrust. Vera was no swordswoman, but she wasn’t incompetent, either. But she did save her undead lover.

“Vera, what are you doing?” The Queen of Swords cried as the angry blonde charged her with the sword swinging wildly. She was barely defending herself with the length of wood, and only because of Vera’s lack of proper training. Unfortunately, her little makeshift stake was quickly being reduced to kindling. “I’m your friend. Help me. Please. It is our only hope against that monster from Hell.”

The door crashed open and more men charged in. Don Diablo laughed in the corner, watching her with malevolent black eyes.

“Take her down, my pets. Present the beautiful Queen of Swords to me and my MEATY sword,” he called.

As one, they charged the beautiful bandita. They were all men she knew. Some were friends. The Queen of Swords knew instantly she couldn’t bring herself to kill any of them, and there was not escaping them without killing many, if not all of them. And her hesitation was her doom. They washed over the black clad vixen and drove her to the floor, under a pile of humanity.

“Stop it! Get off…hey, stop that,” she cried, as hands clawed at, groped and clutched at her body. Everywhere on her body. “Stop squeezing my….aayy, stop that. Let go before you….”

RIP! Her black blouse was quickly shredded, and pulled off. Her boots came off next, followed by her snug black pants. Soon she was lifted off the floor, spread-eagle in nothing but her lacy mask and leather corset. Two men each held on tightly to each leg, and each arm. There was no way she could break free of eight strong men.

Then Vera stepped up close between her wide spread legs, reached out and caressed her exposed pubic patch. The Queen of Swords froze, a tiny gasp escaping her full lips. She and Vera locked eyes. Vera smiled sultrily, which sent the Queen’s heart racing wildly.

“Let me prepare you for our master,” Vera said, and dropped to her knees.

“No-no! Vera don’t do…oooh,” she cried, but was cut off when Vera’s delicate hands pulled her nether lips apart, then thrust a finger up her vagina. “Oh my. Oh…oh…oh, please stop. Vera, for the love of….uuggghh.”

“Mmmmm,” Vera moaned, mouth full of hot, wet snatch. Then the gorgeous blonde noblewoman used the finger already wet with the Queen of Swords pussy juices, and penetrated her butt hole. “Hhhhmmmmmmggghhh.”

“Aaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy Carumba!” the Queen of Swords cried, back arching and body stiffening.

Vera proved quite proficient at eating pussy. She had the queen bucking in just minutes, tiny animal cries and grunts coming from her. The Queen of Swords was shocked, horrified, and extremely aroused, amazed that Vera could so such wonderfully wicked things to her body. She was doing everything right, pushing the hapless heroine to the very brink.

“Please…someone…help…me…,” The Queen of Swords cried, feeling her body going over the top. And there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. “Madre de dios! I cannot stop…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh. Mia Dios, I am a PUTA! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“I think she is ready, master,” Vera said, standing.

“Good job, my pet,” Don Diablo said as he moved up between the panting, sweating bandita’s shapely legs. The naked vampire paused to look his latest conquest over with relish, caressing her breasts, hips, ass and legs. Then he moved in, and impaled her upon his cock.

“Uuuggghhh,” the Queen of Swords grunted. She weakly lifted her head, looked down and sweat shiny body at the thick cock impaling her so intimately. Panting, bleary-eyed, she looked up into Don Diablo’s face. Their eyes met… “Ooooh.”

“How sweet. You’ve been indiscreet again, and let me catch your eyes,” Don Diablo said, smirking. “Now you belong to me, body and mind, and soon I’ll own your very soul.”

“Si,” she whispered breathlessly. His eyes were enormous, all consuming. She totally lost herself within their entrancing glamour. “I am yours, master.”

“What is your name, slave?”

“Maria Teresa Alvarado, master.”

“A landed noblewoman?”

“Si.”

“You will give me everything. All of your wealth, my pet.”

“Si. It is yours, master.”

“Of course it is, my pretty pet. Now relax, and enjoy being fucked.”

“Uuugggghhhhh. Aaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” she cried, almost instantly climaxing.

Don Diablo reached down, seized her slender throat, and pulled her up close, face to face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, hanging on as he continued to fuck her fast and furious. Then as she was reaching another climax, he yanked her hair, pulling her head painfully back. She gasped from the pain, then he leaned in and sank his fangs deep into her jugular.

“Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, climaxing as she felt her life blood flowing freely into his ravenous mouth. “Aaaaaaaaagghhhhhhhhh!”

“You are delicious, my pet,” he said, looking her shapely body over hungrily. “I have plans for you.”

CRASH! BAM!

“Halt!” Captain Grisham cried. “No one move!”

Don Diablo dropped the Queen of Swords and vanished in a heartbeat. The others all scrambled out doors and windows. Grisham and his soldiers just stared at their retreating, naked bodies, and at the moaning and equally naked Queen of Swords before them.

“Did they escape AGAIN, Capitan?” Colonel Montoya growled at he strode up.

“Not all of them, Colonel,” Grisham said, and indicated the writhing beauty on the floor. “I think we saved her just before the vampire drained all of her blood.”

“Good,” Montoya said, his dark brown eyes full of wicked glee. “Now I can hang her. I want to watch as she twitches and kicks the last of her life away, at the end of a rope.”

But as he and Grisham stand to either side of the softly moaning, sweat-shiny bandita, another urge makes itself known. The military governor swallowed hard, trying to suppress his arousal. Dallying with prisoners was a sign of weakness. Wasn’t it?

“She will hang tomorrow at noon,” Montoya said. “Make sure everyone from the pueblo knows, and is there to witness my justice.”

“Yes, Colonel,” the American mercenary captain said. “But that is a long time from now.” He looked at her naked tits, so inviting and firm. And the dark triangle between her shapely legs called to him in ways unimaginable. “And she appears to be a fallen woman. A woman of loose moral fiber. A puta.”

“Si, so it appears,” Montoya said thoughtfully, his own arousal almost too much to bear. “A small dalliance shouldn’t be out of the question, I should think.”

“Plus, she had humiliated us, has humiliated YOU so many times it is beyond comprehension that we would allow that to go unanswered,” Grisham said hopefully. “What better way to return the favor than by sexual conquest?”

“I’m inclined to agree, Capitan,” Colonel Montoya said. Then he turned to the sergeant. “Ramirez, secure the perimeter. Captain Grisham and I need some privacy with the Queen of Swords.”

“Si, mi Colonel,” Sergeant Ramirez said, saluted and started barking orders.

The Queen of Swords heard them talking. She barely understood what they were saying, though. Really, she didn’t care. The damned vampire had done something to her, and her blood felt like it was boiling. Her passions were aflame, scorching hot, blistering hot, and all consuming. With every second that passed, she was writhing more wantonly, panting faster and heavier. When she heard the soldiers leave, then the two officers start to unfasten their pants, her body began tingling and burning with all consuming need and desire.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” she growled, looking up at them with feral hunger.

“Oh man, she really wants this,” Grisham said eagerly. “So, Colonel, which end do you want first?”

“You want to fuck her at the same time?”

“Why not?”

“Why not, indeed,” he said, grinning. “Get her on all fours. I’ll fuck her from behind. You can have her mouth.”

“Yes. My favorite place to put my dick,” Grisham said.

The Queen of Swords was maneuvered onto her hands and knees. Then Montoya dropped down behind her. He seized her long, dark hair in one hand and her shapely hip in the other. Then he thrust his hard cock deep up her vagina.

“Uugugugggggh,” she groaned, clawing at the floorboards.

“Good girl,” Grisham said, standing before her. He pulled her head up to crotch level and pressed his dickhead to her full lips. “Eat me, baby.”

“Si, master,” she whispered hoarsely. The sexy bandita opened wide, and guided his cock into her mouth with her tongue. She immediately started bobbing her head up and down his long shaft. “Mmmmmgggghhhh.”

Grisham entangled his fingers in her silky soft hair as she serviced him so intimately, and so enthusiastically. Montoya reached around and fondled her jostling tits, enjoying her fully as he hammered her from behind. In no time they pushed the already sexually over-stimulated bandita over the top.

“Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggggh,” she screamed around Grisham’s cock, climaxing over and over as they sated their dark lusts upon her more than receptive body. “Uuughh. Mmmuggghhhhhh! Uuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!”

“Uuugghhh,” Montoya cried, creaming her pussy good. Then he reached up and yanked off her lacy, black mask. “Maria Teresa? Oh, this is just getting better and better.”

“Depends on your perceptive,” she said, pulling off Grisham’s cock at the last second. He grunted and spewed hot jizm all over her face. As it dripped and oozed off her nose, lips and chin, she smiled baring her teeth. Montoya’s eyes widened at the sight of two sharp fangs. “You got what you wanted, now it’s my turn.”

The Queen of Swords backhanded Montoya, sending him flying across the room. As he slammed into the wall, and fell into a heap, she sank her long fangs deep into Grisham’s still throbbing cock. His blood engorged member erupted with rich red blood in her mouth, and she started sucking greedily.

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Don Diablo stepped outside just after sun set. Vera stepped up beside him. The others filed out around them.

“Here they come,” he said, smiling darkly.

Across the plaza three people were walking towards them. Two men in Spanish uniforms, and a beautiful dark-haired woman in all black.

“Good evening, Maria Teresa. I see you brought some friends,” he said, looking Montoya and Grisham over with a critical eyes.

“Yes, master. They amused me, so I turned them instead of killing them,” Maria Teresa said.

“The more the merrier,” Don Diablo said, showing his fangs in a huge smile. “Now, let’s really start draining this little backwash of humanity.”

“Si,” Vera said. She smiled, revealing she too had been turned into a vampire. “I’m starving.”

THE END