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QUEEN OF SWORDS: THANKFUL

By Dark One

The Harvest Fiesta was a big success, as was the harvest. The best harvest in twenty years. Senorita Maria Teresa Alvarado smiled to see everyone so happy. Even Colonel Montoya had been in good spirits and was even behaving himself for the holiday. She couldn’t help but think he was planning something sinister.

Unfortunately, Captain Grisham wasn't behaving himself. She suspected he had a bit too much to drink. That was the only explanation for his outrageous flirty behavior towards all of the pretty young women, including even married women. There were whispers that he was using threats and extortion to force some young women to submit to his kisses and fondling.

Maria Teresa went in search of the good captain, to see for herself. If he was as bad as they said, then a visit from the Queen of Swords was in order. In fact, fear that Colonel Montoya was up to something had prompted her to stash her costume and weapons in a safe place just out of town.

The dark-eyed, dark-haired Spaniard heard a noise down a dark alley. The pueblo of Santa Helena didn't have many alleys, especially dark ones. But trust Grisham to find and use the one there was available. She could hear his whispered voice coming from the dark shadows, and the more disturbing sounds of a woman panting and whimpering.

Enraged, the beautiful noblewoman strode into the alley, brown eyes blazing in outrage. She found Grisham with a young bride. Very pretty, with heavy breasts and round hips. Claudia Santiago was barely married a month. Grisham had her dress down around her waist as he sucked and fondled them, and the other hand up under her skirt.

"How dare you accost a young MARRIED woman of the village!" Maria Teresa cried.

"Oh!" Claudia cried out, and raced away down the alley.

"Shit," Captain Grisham said, scowling after his lost chance. Then he turned to look Maria Teresa over. She was tall and one of the area's great beauties. Unmarried beauty, too. She was wearing a yellow blouse and long brown skirt, showing off her firm bosom, narrow waist and flaring hips wonderfully. He thought she looked her most gorgeous when she was angry. "Claudia was willing enough."

"Enough? You said 'enough?'" she cried. "Are you mad? You are an officer of the law, an officer of the KING. You do not accost young married women and EXTORT them into her lecherous hands."

"You're right," he said. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, then pulled her in tight against his chest. Her eyes grew big and her full, firm lips parted slightly as she gasped. "But you're not married, Senorita Mara Teresa. Let's have some courtship ritual time together."

"No, I'm a -- Mmmmm!" she cried, cut off by his lusty kiss.

She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. Maria Teresa was well trained in martial skills, but she couldn't use any of them against him. Her carefully crafted noblewoman persona didn't have such skills and talents. Only the Queen of Swords could fight like a man. For any woman to display such abilities would mean the hangman's noose.

Grisham spun her around, then slammed her against the stucco wall of a building. She was dazed for a second, then his right hand reached up and squeezed her left tit through her blouse. His left hand was slowly pulling up her skirt, to sneak up under it to that forbidden place. Before she knew it, Grisham's hand was under her skirt, and stroking her surprising wet nether lips.

Grisham released her lips. Finally. Maria Teresa sucked in a deep breath to scream for help. But his next words sucked the wind out of her.

"You are such a puta, Senorita. Even the bordello girls don't get excited and wet like you," Captain Grisham sneered, and thrust a finger deep up her vagina.

"Uuuggghhhh, Madre de dios!" she cried, back arched and head rolled back. Waves of previous unsuspected pleasure washed through her shapely body, each of his strokes sending another wave. "Mercy, mi Capitán! I am a virgin."

"Not for long," he whispered into her ear.

He pulled his finger out of her, then both hands rose up and ripped her blouse down to her waist. The horny Americano Captain immediately buried his face in her chest, sucking, licking and nibbling, while his hands fondled, caressed and squeezed her boobs in the most wonderful way. Maria Teresa felt herself falling. Her struggles to escape were gone, and she just stood there enjoying what he was going to her.

They made out for twenty minutes -- deep, passionate kissing and heavy petting and fondling. After twenty minutes she was at the brink of climax, even without penal penetration. His cock was out, and being stroked by her hand. Finally, she couldn't take it any more, so guided his cock to her pussy.

"You are such a puta, Senorita," he said.

"Si, puta," she said, gasping as his dick penetrated her. After three strokes, he was pressed against her hymen tissue, about to deflower her on the next stroke. And she was both eager for it, and terrified of it at the same time. The ramifications of what was about to happen came to her, sucking her breath away and making her head spin out of control. "Mi Dios, I am a puta. Everyone will know after tonight."

"Of course, because I will BRAG," Captain Gresham said, chuckling darkly. "Your sterling reputation as a good and proper noblewoman will be gone, Maria Teresa. You are about to become the village whore. Unless, you are willing to --"

"Marcus? Is that you, Marcus?" Vera's voice came down the alley.

The golden-maned Spanish noblewoman was Maria Teresa's only real rival among the nobility for most beautiful in the region. Vera was married to an older nobleman and landholder, Gasper Hidalgo. Marcus Grisham was her lover on the side.

Maria Teresa panicked. She pushed Grisham back, his hard cock slipping out of her body. Still a virgin. He was so stunned by Vera's arrival, Maria Teresa was able to race off into the darkness, away from Vera and unseen by her best friend.

Her clothes were ruined. At least the blouse was torn. Maria Teresa couldn't go out in public like that. People would talk. She'd end up being declared the village whore without actually doing anything untoward.

"That's it for el Capitán," she hissed into the darkness. "My humiliation will not go unavenged."

The beautiful, shapely Spanish noblewoman slipped out of the night shadowed village as the villagers continued their celebration of the harvest. It was only half a mile, and she came upon the bundle hidden under an inconspicuous pile of rocks. Faster than anyone could believe a noblewoman could dress herself, Maria Teresa stood in black silk blouse, under a black corset, snug black pants tucked into tall black boots. A main gauche dagger was stuffed into one boot, a brace of pistols tucked under the red sash and a long sword hung from the silver sword belt covered by that same red sash. Then she tied the lacy silk "mask" over her upper face, and pulled on her black gloves.

"The Queen of Swords rides again," she said, grinning roguishly. She looked around at the emptiness. No horse. "Okay, walks again." She frowned. She would've preferred to have ridden into the village gallantly and challenged Grisham. "I'll have to find a place I can leave Chico, too. Next time."

She bundled her tattered dress and hid it under the rocks. Then she returned to the village. As she was returning, she spotted Don Gasper and Vera in their coach, returning to their grand hacienda in the country. She smiled, because she didn’t want Vera caught up in what Grisham was doing, and what she was about to do to him. She found the Captain leading another young woman into that same alley.

"You are insatiable, heh Capitán Grisham?"

"The Queen of Swords!" the young woman cried, and ran away.

The Queen of Swords smiled smugly at the frustrated Captain.

"Oops, was it something I said?" she said.

"Always," he said, pulling his saber. "It's time I stopped playing around and put you back in your proper place."

"My proper place? And where would my proper place be, mi Capitán?" she said, brown eyes shining with mischievous glee. She loved being the Queen of Swords. She could say and do so many things she wanted to as Maria Teresa, but couldn't.

"Let me see…your back, legs spread wide," he said, enjoying how her eyes flashed. "Or, my personal favorite, on your knees sucking my cock."

A chill rolled up her spine, butterflies fluttered in her belly and her mouth watered. The Queen of Swords licked her full lips and tried to act unaffected by his vile words. But they did rattle her. She'd come so close to that earlier, in that same dark alley, with that same vile man.

"You are a morally reprehensible man, mi Capitán," she said, dark eyes narrowing as she pulled her sword.

"Is that bad? I mean, is it really that bad?" he said, grinning. Then he lunged at her, trying to impale her upon his saber. "A-ha!"

The Queen of Swords parried his sloppy thrust easily, skipped to the side and jabbed him in the left butt cheek. He grabbed his wounded posterior and cried out in pain.

"First blood to me," she said. "It was rather naughty of you, if not actually rude, to not to give me an 'en garde' first."

He shrugged. "I'm a bad guy. Live with it."

Grisham charged her. She parried two thrusts at her face, then slashed at his throat. He parried and they danced back from each other, before charging back in for another flurry of thrusts, slashes, parries and even a kick or two.

"You are improving, Capitán Grisham. I'm impressed," she said. "In a couple years my might be Colonel Montoya's equal. Never my equal, I fear."

"I fear nothing," he said, and kicked sand in her face.

"Oy!" she cried, stumbling back as she blinked and teared up. The sand stung her eyes, blinding her temporarily. "Mi Dios!"

Grisham didn't hesitate. This was his big break against the sexy Queen of Swords. She was slashing the air before her to keep him at bay. So he ran around her, flanking the beautiful swordswoman. Coming up on her left rear, he slammed a fist into her side, then grabbed her long, silky hair in a viselike grip and jerked back.

"Aaaiii," the Queen of Swords cried. Then Grisham brought the hilt of his saber down upon her sword hand, and her hand convulsed, releasing her sword. "I've been disarmed!"

He flung her around, face first into a wall. She grunted in pain, staggered back and felt Grisham's hands pull away her brace of pistols. Then he reached down and removed her main gauche dagger.

"Now you are disarmed, my Queen," Grisham said, and punched her in the belly, doubling her up.

"Ooofff!" she grunted, and fell to her knees at his feet.

"Not so smug and superior now, heh my Queen?" Grisham said, grinning with wicked delight. "It appears your reign has come to an end."

"Do not be so hasty, mi Capitán," she said, and surged to her feet. Grisham head-butted her. "Oy!"

The Queen of Swords staggered three steps, and fell to her knees again. The Captain laughed, pulled her arms back and bound her wrists together. Then, to add insult to injury, he bound her elbow together. That forced her shoulders back and her breasts thrust forward. He knelt behind her, reached around and ripped open her black blouse.

"Nice tits," Girsham said, admiring her deep cleavage, enhanced by the corset pushing her tits up. Reaching around her body, he scooped her breasts up in both hands, and started fondling her with glee. "Oh, yes. I've dreamed of this day."

"I bet you have, pervertido," she sneered. "You can use and abuse my body, but you cannot break my will, mi Capitán."

"Ah, Dulce Venganza, senorita," Grisham whispered into her ear. Sweet vengeance. How he had dreamed of it. "You gotta love it."

"No I don't," she whispered, biting her lower lip. What he was doing to her breasts was disturbing, because her body was reacting positively to it. Her nether region was becoming hot and tingly, and she felt the moisture seeping out of her pussy to prepare her for intercourse. Her chest was tight and she was in the first stages of panting. "You have captured me. I demand you take me to Montoya! Now!"

"Can't wait to have that noose around your neck?"

"I'd rather hang from Montoya's rope, than be impaled upon your rancid penis," she said.

"Really?" he said, unfastening her pants. He peeled the snug pants down to her knees, then reached up between her legs. The cool night air hit her furry patch, and she was startled to discover how sopping wet she was. Grisham was delighted. "It seems your body would disagree."

The Queen of Swords gasped and groaned, bucked and writhed as the hated Americano mercenary slipped a finger up her slit and began masturbating her. It was instant fire in the belly. The Queen of Swords' eyes went round, horrified by her own body's ultimate betrayal. She was a horny puta, and there was no denying it.

"Mercy! I beg you," she said, a tear rolling down one cheek as she looked over her shoulder and up into his leering face. "Allow me to die with my virtue and dignity intact."

"Ummm, no," he said, and laughed. "I've wanted and dreamed of this day too long, my sexy Queen of Erotic Fantasies."

He bent down, and claimed her trembling lips in a deep, passionate kiss. In no time the vanquished vigilante was returning his kisses, moaning and groaning, as he continued to masturbate her. Soon the butterflies in her belly changed into a liquid heat, that she understood was a mythical thing called an orgasm building to climax.

As their lips slid all over each other, and they tongues danced playfully, the Queen of Swords savored the feel of her building climax. As a virgin, she'd never had one. The priests said only the most degenerate, wanton whores had orgasms. She couldn't understand why anything that felt that good could be bad. Her knees spread wider apart and she groaned wantonly into Grisham's mouth.

"Such a puta," he said.

"Si, I'm a wanton puta. Tan bueno!" she cried. "Oy, bueno! Bueno!"

Grisham started rubbing her clit at that time. It was profound, ripping a startled gasp from her lips. The Queen of Swords' eyes rolled up, and she felt herself fall over the precipice of that building climax. Her back arched and she threw her head back, and screamed as the orgasm washed through her shapely, young body.

"Oooooooooyyyyyyyyy! Aaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy! Mi Dios! I am a puta! A wanton puta!" she cried, body quivering from the aftereffects of that glorious climax.

"Yeah, a good whore, though," Grisham said, chuckling. "A really good one."

He pushed her forward, so her face was in the dirt and her butt sticking up high. She heard him unfasten his trousers. No question what was about to happen. The Queen of Swords, and thus Maria Teresa Alvarado was about to lose her virtue. And she wasn't in any position physically or emotionally to stop him. She wasn't sure she really wanted to stop him. Which proved to her without a doubt she was an abject whore at heart.

"Si, puta buena," the Queen of Swords whispered hoarsely. "Puta buena."

Captain Grisham smiled the broadest smile of his life as he knelt behind the legendary, gorgeous Queen of Swords. She was defeated, demoralized and about to be deflowered by him. Life was good.

"Are you ready, my sexy Senorita?" he said, and gave her naked rump a firm slap.

"Mmm," she groaned miserably.

"Good," he said, and guided his hard cock straight up to her dripping pussy. He pushed in, groaned in unison with the Queen of Swords as he slid in easily to her well lubricated twat. "Uuummmmmm."

"Oooyyyyy, baile prohibido," she groaned.

"Yes, the forbidden dance. Forbidden to good girls, not to skanky whores like you, my Queen," he said, and thrust hard. Grisham cried out with joy when he felt himself rip through her hymen. She was a virgin, as he suspected, and he had deflowered her. She yelped, then moaned wantonly. "It is official, you are a whore."

"Si, I am," she said. She squeezed her eyes closed, concentrating on the pleasure she was feeling deep in her pussy and lower belly. " Gracias, mi amigo, mi amor"

His cock felt huge inside her. The feel of it sliding in and out, in and out, over and over and over again was driving her wild. Why hadn't she been told sex was like that, and it felt so damned incredible?

SMACK!

"Aaaayyyy!" she cried, surprised by the slap on the ass.

Grisham grabbed her well-rounded hips and started fucking her hard and fast, savoring the sounds of her panting and tiny animal noises. Every few seconds he would smack her ass, alternating between his left and right hands. The vanquished vixen yelped with each spank. A couple of moments later her butt cheeks began to turn red and burn painfully. But it was nothing compared to the liquid heat burning deep inside her belly.

"Mi Dios! I have fallen. Forgive me," she cried, and that promised climax slammed into her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

That was too much for Captain Grisham. His cock started fountaining deep inside the horny heroine. The Queen of Swords felt him cumming inside her, and climaxed again, and again, and again.

"Bueno! Bueno!" she cried. "Oy, bravo, mi amor!"

Grisham sighed deeply, quite pleased with himself, and forced the Queen of Swords to turn around, facing him. They knelt in that dark alley, breathing hard, shimmering with sweat and looking at each other with wide eyes. Then he grabbed her hair, and forced her face into his lap.

"No, please! That is taboo! Taboo!" she cried, then his cock penetrated her lips, plunging deep into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm."

The Queen of Swords spent the next ten minutes licking and sucking cock and balls, cleaning the captain's "tackle" meticulously. Then he suddenly climaxed again, ballooning her cheeks. The surprised Queen of Swords swallowed without thought, then gagged when she realized what she'd done.

"Ack!" she cried. "What have you done to me?"

"I have revealed the real you, my Queen," he said. "A harlot and a whore."

"One day truth and justice will prevail, mi Capitán," she said haughtily.

"You won't be here to see it, Senorita…," he said. "Which brings up the question, who is behind the mask?"

"No! Not that!" she cried, shrinking back. He reached out and pulled her up against his chest. Her eyes were huge as she looked up into his triumphant face. "I'll do anything you ask, just let me go."

"Anything?" he said, reaching up to brush his finger tips across the lacy mask.

"Si, anything. I'll…I'll visit you once a week, for more of…what we just did," she said.

"Bah! Only once a week? That's just rude," he said, and grasped the mask.

"Twice a week!" she cried, as he slowly pushed the mask higher up her cheek. "Every night! I'll come to you every night, mi amor!"

"Every night?" he said, no longer pushing up on the mask.

"Si! Every night, to be your puta," she said earnestly. She felt his newly risen cock touch her nether lips. Looking down between her legs, she smiled, and thrust her hips forward. The Queen of Swords impaled herself upon Grisham's cock. "See what a whore I am, mi maestro?"

"Yes, I could be your master," he said. He paused to enjoy the feeling as she pushed herself down his shaft, then began a slow, sensual slid up and down. The Queen of Swords was obviously enjoying it much more than he was from her deep moans and groans. "You'd be my sex slave. The Queen of Putas. Or the Queen of Sex Slaves."

The Queen of Swords rode his cock in that dark alley, trying to show him what he could have, every night. If he only agreed to let her go. It was all too much for her and her body quickly responded. Soon she was panting furiously, bouncing up and down upon his cock with wild abandon, lost in ecstasy.

"Bravo, mi maestro! Aaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, climaxing. Then he filled her with cum. "Oy! Oy! Aaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

"Good job," Grisham said. "You are good, my Queen. But I've been waiting too long for this."

Grisham reached up and push her mask past her eyes. She gawked at him, her breath sucked away by what he did. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. Grisham's surprise turned into a big evil grin.

"I'm doomed," she groaned.

Captain Grisham took her dagger, and sliced off all of her clothes. He left nothing on her except the corset. Then he put the mask back on her, stood up and pulled her to her feet by her hair. He half dragged the nearly naked Queen of Swords straight over to the garrison barracks.

Holding the Queen of Swords to the side, outside the door and out of sight, Grisham slammed the door open and yelled, "Get up you lazy scumbags! Up! Up, I say."

The men, about thirty of them, rolled out of their bunks and knuckled the sleep in their eyes. They gave their commander groggily, displeased looks. Someone turned up a lamp, and the barracks lit up nicely.

"Better," Grisham said, grinning devilishly. "Ok, boys, back in the United States, where I'm from, we have a little holiday we celebrate after the harvest. We call it Thanksgiving. We give thanks for the bounty in our lives at that time. Got the idea?"

"Si, Capitán," several grumbled.

"Right," he said, chuckling. "Well, in honor of that tradition, and to show you boys I'm not a total bastard, I'm going to give you a little something to be thankful for." He stepped completely through the door, dragging the Queen of Swords with him. "I've already fucked her stupid three times over. Now it is your turn. Line up, boys, we're all going to fuck the Queen of Swords!"

The Queen of Swords was dragged over to a straight back chair. She was made to stand facing backwards to the chair, while Grisham bound her ankles to the two front legs. He bent her over at the waist, and bound her neck to the top middle of the chair's back. Her elbows and wrists were still bound behind her back, leaving her utterly helpless and shamefully vulnerable to sexual exploitation.

"Make that two lines, boys," Grisham said. He gave her sweet round butt a firm slap. "Make her scream."

Captain Grisham stepped back and watched as his jubilant men formed two lines. They lined up according to rank. Of course. The Sergeants and corporals went first, then the common soldiers. Within seconds they sorted themselves out, and he watched two hard cocks penetrate the helpless heroine's so sweet body.

Man after man enjoyed her pussy, mouth and anus. Every one of them had her in all three orifices, and some of them made second and third trips to their favorites. Grisham figured the Queen of Swords stopped being a rational woman after about an hour, after that she was just a sex-hungry animal. Her ability and obvious pleasure handling all of those men impressed the Americano army officer.

Just after dawn, Grisham donned his full uniform and went out to formation. Alone. When Montoya arrived he was not pleased.

"Where are all the men, Capitán?" the Colonel demanded.

"Fucking a whore, Sir!"

"They're what?"

"Fucking a sleazy, skanky whore, Sir!" Grisham called, then cracked a smile. "Perhaps the Colonel would like to see for himself?"

"Yes, I would," he said, simmering. The wily Americano was up to something. He would play his game, for now. "Lead the way, Capitán."

"This way, Sir," Grisham said, leading him to the main barrack's door. He opened it and waited for his superior officer to precede him inside. Montoya was frozen in place within two steps inside, gawking at the sight of Maria Teresa on her knees, eagerly sucking a common soldier's cock. Her luscious body was shimmering with sweat, her long dark hair plastered to her neck, shoulders and back, sweat and cum dribbled off her nose and chin, off her heaving, bouncing tits. "As you can see, Sir, fucking a whore."

"Capitán, I prey you have a good reason while you allowed the men to sexually assault Senorita Maria Teresa Alvarado," Montoya said, barely containing his fury. Truth was, he loved seeing that haughty bitch on her knees. But it was his cock she should be sucking, not every other soldier in the garrison. "She is one of the king's noblewomen."

In response, Grisham handed him a lacy black mask. Then a sword, then the tattered remains of the Queen of Swords shirt and pants.

"Maria Teresa…oh, yes, but in truth they are punishing the Queen of Swords, Sir," Grisham said. "It all depends on how you look at it."

Montoya was stunned. Then a big smile slowly spread across his arrogant face.

"Well done, Grisham. Well done," he said. He tucked her clothes under his arm, but handed the mask and corset back to Grisham. "Let the men have her until noon, then have her washed up, perfumed, put back in mask and corset." He gave her an evil, hungry look. "Then bring her to me."

With that, Colonel Montoya left with a song in his heart and a new outlook on life. He might even finally get his cannon, now that she was destroyed.

The common soldiers weren't the only ones thankful that morning.

THE END