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Glossary of
Spanish words and terms used within this story. And my genuine
apologies to anyone who actually reads and writes Spanish. I cannot promise my spelling is perfect.
Mestizo - a person of mixed European and Native American
blood
Adios - good bye
Mio Dios - My God
Por Favor - please
mi amigos - my friends
mi casa - my house
Puta - whore
Gitano - gypsy
Buenas Noches - Good Evening
QUEEN OF SWORDS: THE FALL
By Dark One
It was a hot, sultry July day. The late morning sun beat down into the main
plaza of the dusty little pueblo of Santa Helena in the Spanish colony of
“Dios Mio, Marta!
Look,” Tessa said, pointing. She
saw Vera Hidalgo leading four of her husband’s rancheros. Each of the poor peons was loaded down with
bolts of expensive clothe – silk, velvet, and lace. “She’s going to clean them out before I even
get there.”
“That woman only cares about herself!” Marta
snorted. She took a deep breathe as she
studied the quantity and quality of produce left. It didn’t look good. “We are so late!”
Tessa followed her gaze and blanched. It was her fault they were so late. She’d had been out almost all night as the
infamous vigilante, the Queen of Swords.
On the positive side, she had foiled Colonel Montoya’s plan to get a
canon from the supply ship. She stole
the purchase price so Santa Helena’s military governor couldn’t afford the
asking price. The supply ship sailed
north on the morning tide, with the requested canon still onboard.
‘I’m so sorry, Marta.
I’ll help you look for good vegetables,” she said.
“No, I can do it faster alone, Tessa,” Marta said,
smiling knowingly. “You go get some
pretty clothe before Senora
They didn’t tally any longer. Tessa had her eye on some black silk on the
end of the long table. She needed
another “Queen of Swords” shirt made.
She was down to one black silk shirt, and it was mended multiple times. She wanted Marta to make her about three or
four more. And some new pants, too.
Tessa didn’t make it halfway before she was cut off by a
hulking figure of a man. He paused in
front of her, with three of his peons in tow.
He was too busy berating them to notice her. Tessa’s brown eyes flashed when she realized
who it was.
“Senor Armando,” she hissed.
He turned to regard her.
His dark, dark eyes were hard and appraising as they raked her body head
to toe. An insincere smile spread across
his pock-marked face as he ran thick fingers through dirty black hair. He appeared to be mestizo, with more Indian
blood than Spanish.
“Senorita Maria Teresa, it is an honor.”
She stood taller, shook her long, dark brown hair back
out of her face and regarded him coolly.
Spanish noblewomen did not normally speak with a peon of dubious birth,
much less a filthy pimp.
Armando del la Cruz sailed into the pueblo of Santa
Helena aboard the previous supply ship.
He brought with him numerous thugs, and a bevy of pretty women of little
or no virtue. He purchased the long
abandoned Delgado Hacienda, or at least the casa. Colonel Montoya kept the valuable lands that
came with the original land grant.
“You wouldn’t know honor if it poked you in the eyed,
Senor,” she said, brown eyes flashing.
“Please step out of my way.”
“Is there a problem, Senorita?” he said, his eyes
hardening. “I am nothing but an honest,
hard working man. I provide a valuable
service to the community, and a much appreciated service, I might add.”
“Valuable service!” she cried. “How dare you, you filthy pimp!”
“You have no right to judge me, Senorita Alvarado,”
Armando said, his hands balled up into fists.
His three thugs also tensed up, their eyes narrowed and
dangerous. Carlos, Armando’s younger
brother, looked ready to jump on her with both fists flying. The other two thugs, Juan and Jose, were more
cautious, but would follow Armando’s orders without question. Of the four of
them, only Armando had anything resembling intelligence.
“You are a disgrace to your people,” she sneered. “And rest assured, Senor del la Cruz, I will
see to it you and your whores are run out of our pueblo.”
Tessa realized he was close to violence. That would not go well for him, a peon
attacking a noblewoman. It might be
worth a black eye to have Montoya forced to arrest him. But rumor said he was giving Montoya a cut of
the action, so would likely be released with a “warning.” So taking a punch was not the way.
Her full red lips curled into a smile as her dark eyes
narrowed. The Queen would take care of
him.
“Adios,” she said, and turned on a heel to march
away. Unfortunately, she was standing on
top of an unstable cobble, that shifted the wrong way, and Tessa fell hard on
her right shoulder. “Uhhfff!”
“Tessa!” Marta cried and rushed toward her.
Several others came to her aid as well. Steely eyed men glared murderously at the
pimp and his thugs, but Captain Grisham and a detachment of soldiers quickly
arrived to keep the two sides from violence.
“What’s going on here?” Grisham demanded, eyeing Tessa’s
shapely form appreciately a long moment.
She caught his eye and made him avert his eyes guiltily. “Are you all right, Senorita?”
“I’m fine, Captain,” she said, standing with Marta’s help
and starting to slap the dust out of her long brown skirt. Marta gingerly poked at the angry red
abrasion shaped like a quarter-moon on her right shoulder. “Ouch!
Marta!”
“I’m sorry,” the curly-haired gypsy said, and started
patting the dust on Tessa’s white, off the shoulder, top.
“Did these men attack you?” Grisham asked, eyeing Armando
speculatively.
Tessa realized he was wondering on the ramifications of
arresting the notorious pimp. The
Captain was known to visit the bordello as well as all of his men. Indeed, soldiers were the Delgado Hacienda
bordello’s primary customers. Grisham
certainly wouldn’t want to be banned from that unsavory establishment.
“I tripped, Captain,” she said. “Their presence offends me, but no one
attacked me.”
“Great,” he said, and turned to the townsmen still giving
Armando and company dark looks. The
people tended to be a bit protective of Senorita Alvarado, for she was alone in
the world since her father’s untimely death.
“The show’s over, people. Move
along. Now.”
Marta had a handkerchief out and was wetting it with spittle
and starting to clean the dirt out of the moon-shaped abrasion. Tessa noticed Armando examine the wound with
a certain cruel satisfaction. She
bristled, and vowed to run him out of town that night.
#
# #
The Delgado Hacienda bordello was well lit. It was like a beacon in the night, drawing
the Queen of Swords to it. Not only was
the Queen drawn to the bordello, though.
“Dios Mio! How
many men visit this house of sin a night?” she said, shocked to see how many
horses were tied up in front of the main casa.
Tessa now wore the all black Queen of Swords costume:
lace mask, long-sleeved silk shirt under a corset and tight pants stuffed into
tall boots. The only splash of color she
wore was a red sash covering the silver sword belt hugging her flared hips. She was armed with a long sword, main gauche
dagger in her boot and a brace of black-powder pistols.
The Queen watched the bordello for several hours, until
she knew everyone that was inside. None
of them were soldiers, or armed. So it
would be easy to deal with the patrons, leaving her to only worry about Armando
and his staff.
“Time to put an end to Armando’s illicit business,” she
said, almond eyes flashing.
Drawing both pistols, she slipped into the back
door. She could hear music and laughter
in the front rooms. Moving through the
casa quickly, she soon found herself peeking through a door left ajar by the
staff. She could see the main parlor in
all its gaudy glory.
“Ah, now I see Armando’s committed a crime again
decorating, too,” she whispered, aghast by what she saw. The long gone Don Delgado would be appalled
to see what his beloved home had become.
Stepping through the door, she raised one pistol and
fired it. That got everyone’s attention. She placed the fired, and now useless, pistol
on a side table and advanced behind the other pistol, aimed at the center of
the startled group of men and women.
“Your attention, Por Favor,” the Queen of Swords called.
“The Queen!” several cried, both male and female voices.
“None other, mi amigos,” she said, smiling smugly. “Now, will the patrons of this despicable
establishment be so kind as to depart.
With all due haste.” When no one
moved, she stamped her booted foot and shouted, “Now! Go home to your wives and pray for
forgiveness for your shameful behavior.”
The patrons were mostly peons, with a scattering of
merchants and craftsmen from the pueblo.
They quickly snatched up their hats and jackets and hurried out the
front door. Indeed, by that time the few
men upstairs were rushing out as well. The
single gunshot was enough for them to stop their shameful activities, dress and
depart with haste.
“How dare you invade mi casa and terrorize my patrons,”
Armando cried.
She’d never seen him so furious. It was a beautiful sight and warmed her
heart. But his outrage was nothing
compared to what she had pent up inside.
Tonight, she would release her rage and put an end to his illicit
activities.
Behind Armando stood all his whores and thugs arrayed to
either side of him. She was shocked to
see so many women. There were easily
thirty. And ten big and burly
“bouncers.” All, save Armando, were
eyeing her remaining pistol with concern.
“I dare many things, Senor Armando, but this is the least
of them,” she said. “I protect the
citizens of this pueblo, but tonight I’m just taking the trash out. I usually have more lofty tasks than this.”
“Yes, lofty,” Armando sneered. “Robbing from innocent men and women. I’ve heard of the bandita, The Queen of
Swords.” He spat at her feet. “You are a criminal, while I am an honest
businessman. There are no laws being
broken here, except by you, Bandita.”
“Call me bandita if it amuses you, pimp,” she
sneered. “But the people know me, and my
deeds. Ask anyone, save the Colonel and
his garrison, who they prefer, you or me, and I dare say they would choose me.”
“You are too full of yourself,” Armando said, harsh face
full of contempt. He made a production
of looking her over head to toe. “It is
unseemly for a woman to wear pants, and by your speech, carriage and arrogance,
you are a noblewoman. A Spaniard.”
She didn’t like the way he said “Spaniard.” It was full of distaste.
“Unseemly or not, I have the advantage,” she said,
indicating the pistol with a
tiny smug smile and shrug.
“And unless you want a bloody hole in your unwashed body, I suggest you
start gathering your personal affects.”
“What do you mean?”
“You and your whores are all leaving,” the Queen of
Swords said. “Tonight.”
“But I paid a lot of money for this house!”
“Too bad.”
Armando glanced up, above her, and smiled cruelly. The Queen sighed. She hated it when they did that. There was no way to know if it was a ploy or
not. Unfortunately, Armando and his
minions had moved so far into the entrance hall that he was just three feet
before her, with his thugs in a semi-circle around her. The whores were arrayed behind the men, and
strangely enough looked even angrier than Armando.
The stairs curved along the wall to the second floor to
her left and above.
“I’m not going to fall far that,” she said.
“Then you’ll just fall,” he said.
The Queen heard a faint grunt above and behind her. She jumped straight back, keeping the pistol
trained on Armando’s chest. But a second
later a vase struck the pistol, which was located where her head would’ve been
had she not moved back. As it was, she
was saved from a concussion, but lost the pistol, which discharged into the
floor.
Dropping the pistol, the Queen pulled her sword and
pointed it at the angry men. Once again,
they stopped and eyed her warily. But
now they didn’t look as concerned.
Indeed, a few looked eager.
Armando ran vulgar eyes up and down her shapely body and licked his lips
hungrily. She forced bile back down and
narrowed her eyes at them.
“Get her!”
One of the thugs leapt toward her. She thrust her sword a few inches into his
shoulder and stepped back. He howled
with pain and fell back, clutching the wound.
The others stopped and watched her with calculating eyes.
<This isn’t going as expected,> she thought,
grimacing.
Tessa had expected the pimp to tuck tail firmly between
his legs and run, taking all of his unsavory employees with him. This couldn’t be the first place they’d been
run out of by outraged citizens, or soldiers.
But they seemed intent on staying, and fighting.
“Jose!” a whore cried in alarm as she rushed down the
stairs. She went to the wounded thug’s
side and forced his bloody hand aside.
“Bitch! You stabbed my man!”
The whore was tall and blonde, with flashing green eyes
and a French accent. She was scantily
clad in red corset, hose and shoes.
Nothing else. The Queen of Swords
didn’t consider her a threat, or any of the other whores for that matter. But the whore cried out in rage and charged
her.
The Queen of Swords instinctively moved the tip of her
sword aside, to keep from hurting the other woman. Instead, she stepped forward and slammed the
butt of her palm into the woman’s face and knocked her down. She thought that was over, but quickly
realized she had another problem.
“She won’t stab a woman,” Armando said triumphantly. “Get her, girls!”
To the Queen’s horror, all the whores charged her with
only a second of hesitation. But the
shocked look on her face decided it for them, and attack they did.
“No! Let go!” she
cried, suddenly finding women grasping her arms and legs. “Aaiiieee!” she cried when one of the women sank her teeth
into her sword arm wrist, forcing her to drop the sword. Then someone seized her by the hair and
jerked her head painfully back. “
“Help us?” the blonde cried. She was holding tight to Tessa’s leg. “You are trying to put us out.”
“Get the dagger, Celeste!” Armando called.
“Wait!” The Queen cried, but to no avail.
Celeste’s eyes filled with wicked glee and she seized her
gauche dagger’s hilt, and pulled it out.
A second later the point was at the Queen of Sword’s lower belly, just
above her pubic mound.
The Queen froze wide eyed.
In the next instant, men replaced the women holding her
arms and Armando took the dagger from Celeste.
Celeste stood up, smiled at Armando, then turned to regard the captured
Queen.
“Puta,” Celeste said, and spat in the Queen’s face.
“How odd,” the Queen said. “You insult me by referring to me as a
whore. Apparently even you consider it
an insult to be a whore.”
Celeste screamed in outrage and attacked the Queen viciously. The Queen was held tight, and couldn’t defend
herself against Celeste’s brutal face slaps, kicks and hair pulling. Armando, chuckling, gently pulled Celeste off
of his prisoner.
“You should be nicer to us, my Queen,” Armando said. “After all, you are our prisoner now. And there’s a reward for your captured, too.”
“A big reward, Armando,” Celeste said, gracing the Queen
with a smug smile. “Send Carlos to the
pueblo. The Colonel will be very
grateful to you for capturing this pretty little thorn in his side.” She gave Tessa a scathing look. “I, for one, will enjoy watching her hang.”
“I have a better idea,” Armando said. He used the tip of her own stolen dagger to
push the Queen’s black silk shirt wider, to reveal a bit more cleavage. “It would be such a waste to hang such a
beautiful woman without first enjoying her beauty to the utmost.”
“Don’t you dare touch me, you monster,” the Queen of
Swords said, eyes burning into the pimp.
“The mere thought of your vile touch sickens me.”
“Really,” Armando said, his
voice low and dangerous.
“Really.”
When he stepped forward to cut off her clothes, the Queen
of Swords was ready. She was only being
held by two thugs. So her feet were
free. Armando didn’t see the kick before
it was too late. Her foot connected with
the point of his chin, snapping his head straight back. His knees weakened and he staggered back amid
the gasps of his thugs and whores. But
the Queen wasn’t resting on her laurels.
The Queen of Swords next kicked sideways, to the right,
and connected with that thug’s knee. He
cried out, but hung onto her. So she
kicked again, and he fell away, still clutching her sleeve. She heard her shirt ripping, but gave it no
thought. Once Marta made her another
shirt then she could continue to be the Queen of Swords.
With her right arm free, the Queen struck the other thug
in the face repeatedly. He was big,
burly and strong. The punches did little
save distract him. So she brought her
knee up into his groin, which doubled him up at her feet.
The Queen quickly picked up her sword and threatened the
others. Everyone stopped and starred at
her weapon with respect.
“This time, I will not hesitate using this sword on a
woman,” she threatened, looking Celeste in the eye. “Care to test me, puta?”
The pretty blonde French woman just glared daggers at
her, but said nothing and didn’t move.
No one else was moving, either.
They were at a stalemate.
<This is going to be harder than I thought,> she
thought. <I can’t force them to leave
at sword point. The women will keep
attacking until they capture me again.
Even knowing that, I can’t bring myself to injure one of them.>
It was time to make a hasty withdrawal. She was already considering what tactic would
best drive them away. If nothing else,
she could roust all of their customers until they left due to lack of
business. But that would take a while,
and would draw in the garrison eager to capture their nemesis.
“Interesting wound you have there, Senorita,” Armando
said, grinning victoriously as he stepped up to within three feet again.
“What?”
“You’re shoulder,” he said, pointing with her captured
gauche dagger. “You know,
the scrape you received in the plaza today.”
Tessa felt the blood drain from her face. For a bare instant, she felt woozy.
“I fought the Colonel’s troops last night, and have many
scrapes and scratches,” she lied.
“Ah, but that is a very distinctively shaped scrape, in
exactly the right location,” He said.
“Or, should I say the wrong location and shape, for you – Senorita
Alvarado!”
“
She was so shocked by him naming her, there in front of
everyone, that she froze in place. This
couldn’t be happening.
“No,” she said, stepping back to keep everyone within
sight. “You’re wrong.”
“Captain Grisham also saw that moon shaped scrape,
Senorita,” he said, grinning fiercely.
“All I have to do is tell him about our little encounter here, and about
the scrape I saw on your shoulder. The
scrape we all see.” They all leered at
her a long moment. “The Captain would be
paying you a visit early tomorrow, I fear.”
“And the rich and haughty Maria Teresa will be hanging by
sundown,” Celeste crowed. “And I’ll be
there to watch you die.”
All that flashed before her mind’s eyes. Everything they said would happen, too. Unless she hurried. She had to escape. She had to leave Santa Helena forever. Go into hiding. But where?
“It’ll be worse,” Armando said. The Queen’s eyes turned to him. It sickened her to see him so pleased with
her downfall. This was worse than being
captured by soldiers. He was the most
despicable man she could image, and he would profit handsomely by her
fall. “That pretty gypsy servant of
yours will hang beside you.”
“No! Marta’s
innocent,” she said.
“Then you admit to being Maria Teresa? But then, there was no doubt in my mind,”
Armando said. Then his eyes
hardened. “Montoya will hang anyone that
helped you, especially the gypsy. We
both know it.”
The Queen of Swords staggered back against the wall. How did this happen? What went wrong? How could she resolve it so that Marta
wouldn’t be hurt? Nothing could happen
to Marta, no matter what.
“Of course, I don’t HAVE to tell Captain Grisham about
this, about your secret identity,” Armando said and smiled.
Bile scorched Tessa’s throat. She knew what he wanted to keep his
silence. He was too easy to read. Lust oozed from every pore of his ugly being
just then. He was absolutely depraved
and disgusting, and would make her do terribly wicked acts of depravity to keep
his silence.
“Submit,” he said.
“Drop the sword and submit to my will, and no one will have to die.”
She lifted the sword, point aimed at his foul heart.
“I cannot.”
“You might escape, but not Marta,” he said. His words were like a blow to the head. Her mind reeled. “Do you care so little for her that you would
so casually sacrifice her?”
“Shut up! I will
not sacrifice anyone,” she said. “I will
kill you first.”
“Ah, but that won’t save you,” he said, leering at her
now. “There are too many that know your
secret. You have only one choice –
submit.”
The Queen of Swords swallowed hard and shook her head
NO. There had to be another way. She would not surrender to him, and his
depraved lusts. She’d rather die.
But Marta.
Innocent, sweet Marta.
The tip of her sword dropped. Armando smiled and gently pushed it
aside. The Queen looked up into his
unmerciful eyes and found herself unable to look away. He pulled the sword out of her grasp and
tossed it aside, then he lifted her chin with his left hand, the right holding
her dagger to her throat. Then he leaned
in and kissed her full warm lips.
The kiss turned from gentle to demanding in seconds.
“Mmmmmmmm!”
Her gloved hands clawed at the air. She didn’t want to touch him, or even lay
hands on him. But he was kissing her so
hard, so lustily. Quickly, his tongue
pushed past her lips and began to explore.
Then he pulled his lips away almost as fast, and looked deep into her
dazed eyes with triumph and wicked relish.
“You are mine, body and soul,” he declared, wrapped both
arms around her tightly and began kissing her again.
Tessa groaned in misery as the others cheered and clapped
each other on the back. The whores were
hugging and kissing the thugs as Armando began kissing his way down her
neck. Soon, his face was buried in her
cleavage.
“Please,” she begged.
“Mercy, Armando, have mercy.”
“I’d rather have you,” he said and chuckled. Then, “Submit. Say it.”
“I can’t,” she croaked, her whole body suddenly cold and
unresponsive. There had to be a way out
of this. There was always a way
out. She’d escaped capture and discovery
before. But she’d never been captured
and identified by such a monster, a man whose life was based on degrading
women. “Let go of me, you vile
miscreant!”
“Juan, go get the Gitano woman, Marta,” Armando said,
sneering at her. “Take her somewhere no
one can find her until I send word for you to return with her.”
“No! Madre de
Dios, have you no honor at all?”
“None,” he sneered.
“As you say, I’m a filthy pimp.”
He pushed her violently up against the wall. A second later, his large hands grasped her
shirt and pulled it open, revealing sweet white tits pushed up by the
corset. She gasped as the cool night air
touched the hot flesh of her pretty pink nipples. “It is your decision, Tessa.”
Her faced blanched when he used
her familiar name. Only a close friend
or family member could use such familiarity.
“I tire of your games, bandita,” Armando snarled, dark
face clouding up with anger. “Make your
decision. Submit, or you and the Gitano
bitch die.”
There was no mercy in his eyes. None in any of the whores
and bouncers surrounding them.
There was no escape. And Marta,
her cherished childhood nurse and confidante was completely helpless to defend
herself. She wouldn’t even know anyone
was coming for her.
“I submit,” Tessa whispered and choked on her words.
His thick fingers buried in her long, dark hair and pulled
her face and lips up into his in a long, lusty victory kiss. His other hand dropped briefly to her shapely
rump, and gave it a big squeeze as well.
When he finally broke the shameful clench, he held her at arms length
and looked upon her with a glint full of mercenary lust in his dark eyes.
“Who do you belong to now?”
“I belong to you.”
“Yes you do,” he said.
He looked down at her partially exposed breasts, then
handed the dagger to Celeste. “Cut the
lacings.”
The Queen licked her lips and stared at Armando wide eyed
as Celeste quickly cut her out of the corset.
Then Armando ripped the black shirt completely off her body, exposing
her breasts completely to the eyes of men for the very first time. Then, without bidding, Celeste starting
cutting off her pants.
The Queen of Swords soon stood before the pimp and his
staff in nothing but mask, boots and gloves.
With a cry of joy, Armando wrapped his arms around her
tiny waist, lifted her high, and buried his face in her breasts. He carried her thus to a nearby table and
plopped her atop it, starting to suck on her tits. She cried out and writhed, but she was no
match for the conquering pimp. Very
soon, she was reduced to shaking her head no, long dark hair whipping about,
and clutching at him desperately.
“
“Not for long,” Celeste said, and laughed with everyone
else.
Both of her wrists were seized and she was pulled to her
back atop the table. The two men held tightly
to her wrists, leaving her helpless. Celeste
seized her head tightly, and then lowered her face to hers. Tessa didn’t like what this promised.
“Victory is sweet,” Celeste said, and eased into a deep,
sensuous kiss.
Meanwhile, Armando pushed her knees wide and buried his
face in her previously untouched pubic mount.
He rubbed his face in her furry patch, then
kissed the moist pussy lips. It felt so
good, a pleasant tingle began in her loins that she instinctively understood. She twisted her hips and tried to evade his
questing lips, tongue and fingers, but he was a past master of this game. Tessa was quickly pinned down and his hot,
wet tongue began toying with her pussy lips.
“Mmmmpphhhhh,” she cried through Celeste’s deep,
lingering kiss. Then two more whores
joined the game. One on each tit. One raked long red nails across the tender,
silky smooth flesh of her left tit, as the other sucked a hypersensitive nipple
into her hot, eager mouth.
“Oooooommmmmmfffff.”
Armando’s tongue parted her pussy lips.
Tessa began panting through her nose, unable to get
enough oxygen to her over taxed and overheated body. That frighteningly pleasant feeling slowly
growing deep within her loins and belly was almost too much to endure. Then Armando found her clitoris and her body
tensed, back arched.
“She liked that!”
“Yes she did,” Celeste cooed, and began nibbling on her
full lips.
To Tessa’s horror, Celeste hooked her long, delicate
fingers up under her lace mask. And
began to pull up. As the whore kissed
and nibbled on the Queen of Sword’s lips, she pulled the lace up and off her
face, revealing Senorita Maria Teresa Alvarado beneath it, just as they
suspected.
“I am destroyed,” Tessa groaned. “Dios Mio, what have you done to me?”
Armando began sucking on her clit. It was too much to endure. Tessa lost control of her self-control. That most pleasant of feelings in her loins
and belly erupted.
“Aaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”
“Bravo, Armando!” Celeste cried. “You are taming the free-spirited senorita!”
“No!”
“Si, Senorita, you are about to become one of us – a
wanton harlot,” Celeste said. “And you
are enjoying it, too! You are truly a
harlot in body and spirit!”
Armando raised up between her wide spread legs. He grinned lecherously down at her and
unfastened his pants. Her throat
tightened painfully when he pulled out a big, erect cock. It was long, thick and brown, with a purple
head. Tessa groaned when he began
rubbing her twat with the cock, driving her mad.
Then he slid it into place, and pushed the head into her
vagina.
“Oh!”
“Ready?
“No!”
“Good,” he said, and thrust.
“Uggghhhhhh,” Tessa cried. His first thrust ended with the head of his
dick pressed painfully again her maidenhead.
She tried to think of a way out of this predicament, to save her virtue
and honor, and Marta’s life, before it was too late.
But it was too late.
Armando pulled back halfway, then thrust more
powerfully…and broke through. Her eyes
went wide and she gasped, disbelievingly.
Her back arched again, and he grinned as he started pumping her cunt.
“Dios Mio, it is done,” she gasped. “I am ruined.”
And worse, that pleasant tingling was spreading
again. Between Armando, Celeste and the
two whores on her tits, it was too much stimulation for anyone to endure. Suddenly, she felt so weak, so helpless. So utterly vulnerable.
And the pleasant sensations intensified. She wrapped her legs around Armando instinctively
as he pumped deeper and deeper within her receptive body. Her mind was in shambles. She couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t focus on
anything but what Armando and the whores were doing to her body. But she dared not think about what was
happening to her, for it made her weaker and threatened to overwhelm her.
“Ooohhhhhhhhh, Dios Mio, have mercy. Please, you don’t understand,” she
cried. “I cannot take this! I’m a good girl. It’s too much.”
“I understand, mi Tessita,” Celeste said
sympathetically. Her beloved late
father, and Marta, too, called her Tessita as a child. So she looked up with big eyes into Celeste’s
pretty face. Would the French whore help
her? Did she really understand? “I can help you, if you want me to.”
“Si.”
Celeste smiled warmly.
“Let go. Don’t fight it any
longer, and it all becomes easier, mi Tessita.”
“I can’t.”
“Trust me, Tessita.
Just let go and accept your fate.”
“I can’t. I
can’t,” she whispered, eyes closing and shaking her head. “I can’t fight it anymore. Too weak.”
Tessa surrendered to the inevitable. Immediately, the sensations building deep
within her belly intensified. She gasped
and bowed her back. Celeste pulled her
hair back, forcing Tessa’s head to bend back over the edge of the table.
Carlos moved up and Tessa saw his massive cock hanging
out of his trousers. She swallowed hard
as he pressed the dick’s head against her full lips. She understood, vaguely, what he wanted. One of her girlfriends back in the
Unbidden, Tessa’s full lips parted and Carlos’ massive
member slipped between them. Both Carlos
and Tessa groaned as he penetrated her mouth.
“Go with it.
Enjoy,” Celeste whispered into her ear.
“Isn’t it good?”
“Mmmmm,” Tessa said, starting to suck on the rancid
tasting cock. But the disgusting smell
and taste struck a cord deep within her psyche.
If felt ‘right.’ After all, she
had failed her father and the people of Santa Helena by being captured. Failure had to be punished. To the victor go the spoils. “Mmmmpphhhh.”
Tessa rolled her hot tongue around the head of his cock,
then let him push in deep again. They
did this three times in quick succession.
All the while, Armando was eagerly pumping in and out of her pussy,
while two whores did wickedly pleasurable things to her tits and nipples.
“Good girl, Tessita,” Celeste said. “You are right, you
are a very good girl.”
<No, I’m very bad,> she thought, panting through
her nose. <I am dishonoring my house and
myself by enjoying this so much.>
One of the whores nipped at her nipple. She jerked, and that took her over the
top. It started deep within her loins,
where Armando was pumping madly, and surged up through her entire body. It was even more all consuming than the first
orgasm she had, just moments earlier.
<I understand why women become prostitutes now,>
she thought, exhilarated. <
Her climax proved too much for Armando. He suddenly stopped pumping and trust deeply
into her cunt and held it. She felt hot
spurts of cum seconds later, filling her up with joy. Tessa climaxed again. Her belly quivered and quaked wonderfully.
“Use your tongue, mi Tessita,” Celeste said. She gave Tessa detailed instructions, and the
vanquished vigilante soon had Carlos on the brink as well. “Good girl!”
Carlos lost his struggle to prolong the encounter. Tessa’s eyes flew wide as he pumped an
incredible amount of jizm into her eager mouth.
Per Celeste’s instructions, she swallowed and swallowed, ensuring every
drop of the milky substance was consumed.
Then she licked Carlos’ cock clean, before doing the same for Armando.
“Oh, Dios Mio, that was good. Too good,” she said. She began to dread her next Confession. “It is late.
I must go.”
Tessa sat up and looked around at all the men and women
watching her with lust glazed eyes. It
was a frightening sight. But she
couldn’t do any more. It was her first
time, and she was sore.
“It is early, and there are many more men that need
‘relief’ after watching us tame the mighty, undefeated Queen of Swords,”
Armando said. “And put the haughty Maria
Teresa Alvarado in her rightful place.”
“Oh!” Tessa was
pulled off the table and forced to kneel before Armando.
“You want us to protect your secret?”
“Si.”
He smiled cruelly.
“Then you will join us here.”
Tessa began to shake.
She thought deflowering her would be payment enough. But he wanted more. He wanted – Everything.
“I – I can’t be a whore,” she whispered. “I am a Dona of a noble Hacienda. A noblewoman.
There is no way I could keep THAT a secret. I would be dishonored and humiliated beyond
belief.”
“Would you rather see Marta hang?”
“You bastard! You
will surely burn in Hell,” she said fiercely, lovely almond eyes flashing.
“And you will surely whore yourself here for me,” he
said. His eyes hardened. He motioned to Carlos, who started for the
door. “Won’t you?”
Tessa panicked.
Carlos would tell Montoya and Grisham, and she’d be held here by
Armando, so she couldn’t go home and warn Marta. Her beloved Marta would be captured
unsuspecting, and dragged off to jail.
It was worse than her worse nightmare come true, for never in all her
life did she imagine such a fate for her.
“Let us strike a deal, Senor Armando,” she begged. “I have gold.
I can pay blackmail money for years to come, much more than I’d earn
here as a whore.”
He laughed. “Mi
Tessita, I will suck your lands dry of money, AND whore you off here. Or you will hang next to Marta. Your choice.”
He glanced at Carlos’ retreating back.
The pimp’s brother was almost to the front door. “I suggest you make your decision quickly.”
There was no time.
No time.
“I agree,” she said, and breathed a sigh of relief when
Armando called Carlos back.
“You agree? To
what?” he said.
“I agree to your terms.”
“You will give me all the profits of the Alvarado
Hacienda, plus willingly work here as a prostitute?”
“Si, Senor. I am
yours to command,” Tessa said quietly, dismally. “What is mine is yours.”
“On your honor?”
“On…,” she had to swallow hard, “On my honor, I am yours,
Senor Armando.”
Armando whispered something to Carlos, which brightened
the younger brother’s face, and then Carlos left. Tessa couldn’t get Carlos’ destination or
purpose out of Armando, just a promise that her secret was safe. After all, he didn’t want to lose his most
promising whore.
“The men of Santa Helena will flock here to sample your
many charms, that I can promise,” Armando said, gloating. “I’m sure many, if not all, of them hold
secret sexual fantasies about you. I
know I did.”
Tessa was taken upstairs.
A room was given to her. It was
little more than 10 by 10 feet, but held a wardrobe and a bed. And a small wash basin to clean up at when
necessary. She was thrown on the bed,
and the rest of Armando’s men lined up.
It proved a long night for the beautiful noblewoman. The defeated vigilante was forced to sate the
lusts of Armando and all nine of his remaining thugs, several times over. Moreover, several of the women, including
Celesta, had their turns, and even taught her how to give great cunnilingus.
What she didn’t know was Carlos’ evil mission. He went to the Alvarado Hacienda and fetched
Marta. She put up a fight at first, but
when she learned her Tessa was in danger, she came without anymore
struggle. Upon arrival, she was shown
the Queen of Swords’ mask and all but shredded clothes, and given the same
offer as Tessa. Whore herself willingly
for Armando, or he would sell them both out to Colonel Montoya.
Marta loved her young charge too much, so like Tessa, she
agreed. So while Tessa was busy being
“tamed,” so was her gypsy servant, Marta.
By morning, both women were more than tamed, they were humbled and left
extremely pliable. Neither woman had the
strength of body or mind to fight anymore.
#
# #
“Buenas Noches, Captain,” Tessa said.
It had been a long, long week in the Delgado Hacienda
bordello. A week of whoring herself to
craftsmen, soldiers and peons. Even
three Dons, her former peers and friends, had come out to pay for the privilege
of emptying their cocks inside her mouth and/or twat. As Armando promised, she was proving to be
the most popular girl in the bordello.
Friends and enemies alike flocked to bed her young, shapely body.
The one time she went into the pueblo was too humiliating
to ever repeat.
Tessa had resigned herself to spending the rest of her
days in the bordello. Her lands were
Armando’s now, for he had decided to marry her three days back. Now he was DON Armando. Strangely, he had no problem with his bride
whoring herself on their wedding night. Even
stranger was the number of men willing to pay double to fuck her in her wedding
gown.
“Maria Teresa,” Grisham said, relishing the sight of her. “You’ve never looked better, or easier.”
Tessa was dressed in a crimson silk gown, with black lace
and a black shawl. Her choker was black
satin, with a golden medallion hanging from it.
Armando allowed her to continue wearing her finest gowns and jewelry,
since the men patronizing her were there to do a noble beauty, not some cheap
harlot. And Tessa wasn’t cheap, either,
charging twice what even Celeste could charge.
Even so, peons managed to scrape enough together to join
her in bed. She suspected children were
going without food so their fathers could dominate and sexually abuse her.
“To what do I owe this visit, mi Capitan?” Tessa said,
knowing the answer.
He stepped close, placing his hands to either side of her
face and forcing her to look up into his eyes.
She swallowed hard, but managed to give him a faint smile beneath her
haughty look. Armando insisted she act
as haughty as possible, until after the men fucked her. Then she had to gush about their manhood, and
how mui macho they were. The act ensured
many repeat customers.
“We have unfinished business, Senorita,” he said, and
kissed her gently. His hands dropped
down her neck, over her shoulders, and came to rest on her breasts. He squeezed them. “And now you are ready, willing, and more
than available.”
“Well, mi Capitan, if you have the money, I have the
time.”
He showed her his coin purse.
“Shall we retire to my room?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Tessa led Captain Marcus Grisham up to her room. Once inside, he immediately seized her in his
arms and started kissing her passionately.
She returned his kisses, starting to gasp and clutch at him. Tessa was not acting. Nothing excited her libido like being taken
by one of her old enemies. If he only
knew she was the now missing Queen of Swords.
Grisham proved adept at removing her complicated
dress. She quickly found herself
kneeling on the bed, naked, with an equally naked Grisham beside her.
“Is that for me?” she asked, seeing his erect member. “It is beautiful.”
Tessa bend over his crotch, and sucked his hard cock into
her eager mouth. She sucked him long and
hard, and then mounted it before he lost it in her mouth.
“You are my stallion. I will call you
“Ride me, milady,” Grisham said, reaching up and taking
her jouncing breasts in hand.
“Ooooooo, si! Si!”
she cried, enjoying the way he squeezed her tits, and played with her
nipples. “You are mui macho, mi Capitan!”
Bouncing up and down upon his now love juice slicked
cock, she felt that wonderful heat building deep within. She kept bouncing, all the while gyrating her
hips just so, like Celeste taught her, to milk every ounce of pleasure out of
the experience.
Tessa felt Grisham’s cock harden some more, and from his
frantic expression, she realized he was about to explode inside her. That thrilled her, and she felt herself top
the threshold too.
They climaxed together.
“Oooooooo, Dios Mio, it is too good to believe,” she
cried.
“And it is only going to get better,” Armando said from
the door. Marta was with him, all wild
eyed and pale looking. “Here is the rest
of your request, Capitan Grisham.
Enjoy.”
“What is the meaning of this?” Tessa said.
“I paid for an all-nighter,” Grisham said. “With both of you. Armando promised you two could put on a hell
of a great sex show for me, too. So go
at it, girls.”
“Marta. I’m sorry,” Tessa said, aghast. They’d had put on lesbian sex shows for
Armando and his thugs, twice, but never for a paying customer. “But we must do this.”
“I know,” she said, and let Tessa start to remove her own
yellow gown, with black lace.
Soon, Marta was as naked as Tessa, and the taller,
younger noblewoman started by caressing her former servant’s tits. Then they shared a long, passionate kiss.
Grisham had specific requests, and guided them through
two hours of girl-on-girl sex. Then,
finally, he had them 69 each other, with Marta on top. He waited until both women were lost in the
joy of cunnilingus before he started fingering Marta’s asshole.
“Oy! Please, I am
so sore there, mi Capitan!”
“Shut up and keep eating Tessa’s pussy, gypsy,” he
growled.
Marta groaned miserably and buried her face in Tessa’s
pussy as ordered.
Tessa watched him work Marta’s butt hole. It was extremely exciting. Her own bunghole throbbed as she watched him
lick his finger, then push it up Marta’s puckered asshole. Marta tensed and groaned low, but quickly
continued her wonderful tongue action. She ground her twat in Marta’s face as the
tingling in her belly deepened, and Grisham forced another finger up Marta’s
ass.
“Mmmm,” Tessa groaned, wide eyed.
Grisham was happy with Marta’s looseness, so moved up
close behind her. Tessa took the opportunity
to reach up with her tongue and stroke the cock, and then started to lick
Grisham’s sweaty balls. When his dick
head penetrated, Tessa sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
“Oooohhhhh, yes, Tessa,” he said. “You’re the best.”
“I know,” she said, and watched as he started pumping in
and out of Marta’s asshole.
The gypsy stopped sucking on her twat, too overcome by
the Captain’s cock up her ass. Tessa
watched, enthralled. She could see the
flesh around Marta’s hole quivering as he drove deeper and deeper.
“Ooooooooo,” Marta groaned.
“Yes,” Tessa said, and used both thumbs to pull Marta’s glistening
pussy lips wide.
Tessa’s full, luscious lips surrounded Marta’s clit, and
she started sucking on it. All the while
she flicked it with her tongue. Marta
began panting. Tessa felt the gypsy’s
body responding to what she and Grisham were doing.
Suddenly, Marta lost it and climax in Tessa’s face. The young noblewoman lapped hungrily at her
longtime friend and servant’s sopping pussy, all the while stimulating the clit
with her finger. Marta climax again.
Then Grisham lost his load inside Marta’s ass, but pulled
out in time to cream her shapely rump as well.
Tessa quickly used a finger to scoop up the hot cum and shove it into
her mouth.
“Mmmmm,” she said.
Grisham stepped back and admired the two women. He enjoyed the sight of Tessa hungrily eating
his cum so much that he ordered her to lick Marta’s rump and ass hole clean. Then he ordered them to kneel before him and
take turns ‘cleaning’ his cock. They
enthusiastically sucked and licked his limp cock and balls for several minutes.
“I knew you two were a couple of repressed sluts,”
Grisham said. “You both belong in this
whore house.”
“Si, Capitan, we do,” Tessa said.
“Si,” Marta said.
“We’ve finally found a place we feel comfortable and at home.”
THE END