Chapter VIII Teresa's Dance of Pain
"You know what, Jack?" the ferret-faced little man asked as he slapped
his forehead in dismay. "I plumb forgot. You never got to see Teresa dance, did
you?"
"Nope, but with a body like that, I reckon she dances real nice."
"Sheee-it! Nice ain't the word for it, Jack. I'll tell you what. Sit
yer ass down on one 'a them chairs, partner. Teresa's gonna give you a free
show." Ernie reached for his four-tailed whip again. "Ain't you, Teresa?"
Teresa cast her soft brown eyes on each of her hard masters in turn,
looking for a trace of empathy. She found none. The tall one, El Reptil,
selected the same chair that Ernie the Weasel had sat in a few nights earlier.
He drew it back from the circular table before plopping down and tilting
backward so that the top of the chair tipped back against the wall behind him.
The gunslinger gave Teresa a malevolent glare as he stretched a long, black-clad
leg out and kicked the table a little further away.
Out of the corner of her eye, Teresa could see that El Raton had slipped
behind her, where he stood, gently shaking the short whip, his arm almost
twitching with eagerness.
"Dance for him, mija; get him as worked up as you got me that night."
"But I can't... not like...."
Ernie snarled and slashed her heart-shaped buttocks, leaving a livid
mark on both plump bottom-ovals.
"Aaaiiiii!!"
"I said dance, goddamit; I ain't gonna tell ya again."
Teresa, her arms bound behind her, began to move her feet to an unheard
rhythm, swaying back and forth in front of Jack. She twisted, turned, and spun
awkwardly around, trying to be careful to keep the fearful cacti from bouncing
around too much. But her movements allowed Jack to study her lush nudity from
every conceivable angle.
"That's it sweetie, Jack sneered licentiously. "Now bend down and give
that table yonder a little smooch."
Blushing furiously, the dark-haired beauty turned her back on Black
Jack. He had kicked the table about a yard away when he sat down.
Teresa gave Ernie a pained expression. Bending forward from the waist
as Jack had ordered would lift her bottom shamelessly high in the air.
But there was nothing to be done. Trying to keep her legs together as
best she could, Teresa lowered her lips to the edge of the oaken table,
shamefully conscious of how that seemingly innocent movement caused the curves
of her backside to tighten with an almost obscene wantonness.
CRACCKKK!! "Aaagghhh!! The hateful thongs raked four trails of fire
across her sumptuous buttocks.
"Did I tell you to stop dancing? Keep that ass movin' til I tell you to
stop girl."
Sniffing back tears, Teresa continued to move her hips in slow sensuous
circles.
"Geesus, Jackson, get a load of that ass!" Ernie gloated gleefully as he
wiped at his damp mouth with a filthy sleeve. He slid to one side so that his
one good eye could dart furtively back and forth between Teresa's lush,
cocoa-tipped breasts and the ebony thatch between her shapely thighs. "Ohhh,
yeah! ...That's it! Churn those hips, honey ... Yeah... Keep yer kisser right
against that tabletop. There you go! Now let's see you spread those pretty
legs for Uncle Jack and Uncle Ernie."
Trembling with shame and fear, Teresa slowly eased her legs apart.
"Nice, huh, Jack? C'mon, sweetie, spread 'em some more! And keep them
hips workin'!"
Black Jack's dark and evil eyes devoured the shadowy groove that split
Teresa's belt-streaked demi-ovals and the plump, inviting lips of her sex.
Meanwhile Ernie used the handle of his whip to separate Teresa's sun-bronzed
legs, slapping the whipstock sharply back and forth against the insides of her
silky-soft thighs until Teresa's legs were almost a yard apart.
Jack shifted his weight, causing the tilted front legs of his chair to
crash down hard onto the cantina floor. He reached out and let his hairy hands
explore the delicious curves of Teresa's out-thrust bottom as she continued her
dance of degradation. Tears of humiliation streamed down her face now as Jack's
masculine fingers fondled her pussy-petals for a few moments before sliding into
her velvety soft inner sanctum.
"She's a beauty, ain't she, Jackson? All right, mija, why don't you turn
around and give Jack a nice up-close look at those tits!"
Teresa straightened and slowly turned to face the sinister gunslinger,
who had tipped his chair back against the wall again.
"That's it, girlie. Geesus, they're somethin', ain't they, Jack!"
Teresa felt Jack's gaze crawling like a repulsive caterpillar over the
curves of her belt-ravaged breasts.
"Nice, baby. Now give us a little shimmy." Ernie had swung around so that
he stood off to her left. His crooked grin showed his tobacco-stained teeth as
he drew the tails of the short whip lovingly through his left hand.
Teresa, not knowing the word, looked at Ernie in puzzlement. Ernie made
her pay a price for her ignorance, flicking the thongs of his whip across the
smooth flesh of her midsection, catching her tummy about an inch above the
waist-cinching rope.
"'Shimmy,'" I said, "dammit! Get right up close to him, stick those
juicy big chi-chis in his face and wiggle 'em good! Just like you did for me
the other night!"
Nervously, Teresa stepped in between Jack's widespread legs until she
was only about two feet away.
"That's better. Now get those shoulders movin'. Make those babies
wobble."
When Teresa, terrified by the spines of the bristling cacti that were
suspended between her rounded breasts, wriggled half-heartedly, Ernie cursed and
spat on the floor.
"Look at me!" Ernie barked in his high-pitched voice.
Teresa turned slightly to her left to face the horrible little man.
"WHEN I..."
Cracckk!! The thongs fell heavily against the outer curve of Teresa's
left breast.
"Ooooowwhhhh!!. No... ple..."
"TELL YOU...
Craccckk!! "Aaaaaahhhhh!" The one-eyed gnome had swept the four
punishing tails between the white chest-ropes again, blistering her right
breast. Teresa tried to turn away, but Jack had thrown a black-booted left leg
over the table behind her, cutting off her retreat.
"TO SHAKE..."
Craacckk!!! the whip seared her sweat-sheened love-globes again.
"YOUR TITS..."
Cracckk!!! -- Ernie nailed her knockers again, punishing her taut
brown nipples.
"YOU SHAKE 'EM!!
"I will.... I will.... "Aaaauuugghhhh!"
CRACCKK !! another nipple-scorcher! "Ouwwww!'
"GET ME?"
"Si... Si... please, ... please... no mas.... I will do it."
And a moment later Teresa was standing only inches from Big Jack Slocum,
moving her body as sensually as she knew how. She gyrated slowly from side to
side, trying to ignore the way his tongue slid lasciviously across his lips even
as she tried to ignore the prick of the cactus needles against the inner slopes
of her whip-tender breasts.
"Not bad, mija, but now let's see a little grind action." Ernie had
slid around behind her once again.
Again, Teresa was at a loss to his meaning.
Ernie stung her rounded butt-cheeks with a blistering backhand. "Grind,
damn it. Up and down."
When Teresa's first attempt struck him as half-hearted, Ernie flogged
her golden buttocks again. "All the way, down, mija. Wriggle that pretty ass
all the way down to the floor; and keep those tits moving, too!"
"What'd I tell ya, Jack?" Ernie asked, as Teresa's voluptuous body
gyrated in simulated abandon. Each stanza of her erotic performance began with
her voluptuous breasts moving in seductive arcs a few inches from Jack's hungry
eyes, the ever-so-slightly protruding bones of her ribcage pressing gently
against the flesh of her marvelous midriff as her hips described slow sensuous
circles.
A beautiful sheen of perspiration settled over Teresa's body as she danced
for her cruel captors. Tiny pearls of moisture formed on her dark nipples and
then slowly blossomed into delicious droplets which clung amorously to her
bobbling breast tips until the inexorable pull of gravity plucked them from
their lovely perch. A miniature pool of moisture formed in her deep-notched
navel and a glistening dew clung to the inviting tangle of pubic hair between
her legs.
Each time she sank downward, slowly, languorously, into the deep knee bends
that Ernie had mandated, the pink lips of her girl-gash winked at Black Jack
invitingly, even as her sleek, strong legs endured the muscular burn caused by
each lusty descent. After five agonizing, thigh-straining seconds at the
deepest point in her crouch, Ernie signaled her to rise again until her
quivering coppery breasts were once more back to his eye-level.
Ernie the Weasel forced Teresa to continue this wanton performance for
several more minutes, striping the taut-muscled backs of her thighs and the
sweet slopes of her buttocks each time he felt that she was giving less than her
best effort.
Finally, though, Jack gave him a meaningful glance as if to say -- dancing
was a nice appetizer, but let's get to the main course!
Ernie, as always, reacted quickly to Jack's look.
"Now, Teresita, which of yer two gentleman callers would you like to
entertain first?"
Teresa, exhausted, sweat pouring down her naked body, her breasts
red-pricked from the demonic cacti, her thighs aching from dozens of knee-bends,
could only stare at him blankly.
"It's hard to choose, I know. I guess we'll have to find a way of
deciding, Jackson. Hey, I got an idea. Been wantin' to try this out."
Ernie dug into his seemingly bottomless bag of tricks. This time he
removed a six-foot-long braided leather whip. "How about a little target
practice, Jack? First one to get her belly button with this baby gets first
crack at her -- what do you say? First crack! Haw!"
"Suits me, Ern." Jack had confidence in his skill with a whip, even one
that he had rarely used before.
"Call it to see who goes first."
Jack called "Heads" as Ernie spun a coin into the air. The little man
caught it, flipped it over on to the back of his hand. "Sorry, pard, it's a
tail. I'll try first. But don't worry, I wouldn't be surprised if you get
yerself some head and I get a whole lotta tail before the night's out!" Ernie
guffawed again at his own joke.
"Back 'er up against the bar, Jack." Jack kicked a couple of stools out
of the way and then pushed Teresa roughly so that her pinioned arms pressed
against the solid bar behind her. She could feel the cactus needles prick the
edges of her soft breasts as she moved. "If'n I was you, I'd hold real still,
gal," Ernie warned, as he uncoiled the long whip. The two thin strands of
cowhide had been braided together meticulously. Swung full force, this baby
would hurt like hell. "And serve the fucking bitch right!" Ernie thought, as
another random jolt of pain flashed behind his left eye.
Ernie backed up several few feet, drew the quirt back and tried to use
his good eye to concentrate on his target, Teresa's tempting little navel. It
wasn't easy though, with those two juicy Mexican melons pointing at him from
between the white coils of rope. Not to mention the dark triangle of pubic hair
that guarded the paradise between her legs.
"Por favor...no more ... Aaaaiiiiiii!!"
Ernie had cracked the braided whip sharply across Teresa's abdomen,
missing his target by a few inches, but leaving a garish weal on Teresa's
ribcage as she winced with pain.
"Gimme that thing, Ernie. Let me show you how to swing that
sonofabitch!" And using a three-quarter arm delivery, Jack CRACKKed the tip of
the quirt viciously across Teresa's tummy, but he too missed, if only by an
inch, leaving a red mark just to the left of her deep-cut navel.
Teresa could only stand steadfastly still and take it; bound as she was
she had no real hope of escape, and any evasive movement would only cause the
cactus needles to nick the tender inner slopes of her breasts.
Ernie drew the whip back, and then shot it forward, blistering her
mid-section again with a resounding CRACCKK!!, as Teresa tried to fight off the
pain. "Well, that was closer, at least," he muttered as he handed the whip back
to Jack.
"CRACCKK!! This time Jack's aim was true; the devilish end of the
braided whip touched the very center of her sensitive belly button with its
fiery kiss. "All right!!" the big man exulted, having won first crack at their
prisoner. "Me first."
The giant grabbed his captive by the hair. "Didn't you say there was a
bedroom around her somewhere, Ern? We might as well get comfortable."
"Yeah, back here, off the kitchen." Ernie grabbed the broken-off beer
bottle from the table where Jack had set it, and held the jagged edge a
millimeter from Teresa's left breast. "You're gonna keep it down, ain't you
Teresa? So I don't have to gag you again?" And then just barely touching the
brown shard of the bottle to the underside of her breast, "And so I won't have
to cut you?"
Teresa inhaled in order to evade the touch of Ernie's improvised weapon,
and nodded, yes, she would keep still. Anything to avoid losing her beauty, her
only possession in this world.
"Good girl! Make sure you remember that! Now whyn't you lead us back to
yer bood-warr - so's the three of us can get better acquainted."
Teresa Martinez shivered as she turned toward the door that led toward
the kitchen and her bedroom beyond.
She shivered again when she looked over her shoulder and saw Ernie Gibbs
going back to the table to retrieve the horrible four-thonged whip....
