And so on my eighteenth birthday I became Mrs. Burt Edwards. On our wedding night, I gladly stripped all naked and let Aunt Ella tie me to the triangle. She blindfolded me, and then she gave me a good hard spanking all over my bottom and thighs. Then she came around in front of me and started to tickle my pussy with a feather and my nipples too, until I was pleading with her to let Burt love me up. And finally she did. Burt came in and stood in front of me and began to fondle my titties and French kiss me while Aunt Ella began to spank my bottom again with her gloved hand. It made me cry, but the pain was so wonderful. Because I felt Burt's big hard lovely cock press between the lips of my virgin pussy and up against my cherry. And when I yelled out that I was feeling him, Aunt Ella started to spank me with the bristled side of the bathbrush so that I jerked forward and he broke through my cherry. Then he began to fuck me while she kept spanking me gently this time, and soon I was just delirious with the pain and the pleasure of it all.
The first week of my honeymoon was spent in the basement every night, Dear Diary, and sometimes Burt would let me be spanked over Aunt Ella's lap just like a child and then I would have to gam her while he knelt behind me and grabbed my titties and put his wonderful cock deep into my eager pussy and made me work hard to earn my come by making Aunt Ella come first.
Burt and Aunt Ella and I decided to go off on a sort of delayed honeymoon to Acapulco. He has promised to do some awfully naughty things to me, and I can hardly wait.
We took a plane from Fresno down to San Diego, and then we got on a train and crossed the border. First we went to Mexico City by bus, because it was scenic. We spent a week there, and then Burt and Aunt Ella tole me they were going on to San Lorando, a small province in the heart of Mexico. Burt mentioned that he had a cousin down there who had lived there for about ten years and was a very wealthy landowner.
Well, it was a long trip taking about three days by bus. About fifty miles before we were coming into the little city of Quarterano, where Burt's cousin lived, all of a sudden the bus stopped. The driver yelled out something in Mexican about bandidos, and I was a little scared. I looked out of the window, and I could see about ten men riding up around the bus on horseback, wearing masks and brandishing pistols.
Two of the men got off their horses and came into the bus. They said something to the driver, and he pointed back at the three of us who were in the back seat. It was a small bus, with maybe about twelve people in it, and room for maybe twenty-five at the most. The two men came forward and they grabbed Aunt Ella. Burt got up and started to say something to them in their own language, but the bigger man of the two pushed him in the chest and made him sit down and showed him the gun. Burt looked at me and shrugged as much as to say, “Well, I did the best I could, but it wasn't enough.”
So the two men took Aunt Ella outside, and some of the other men guarded her while the two men came back into the bus and picked Burt and me up and made us get out and follow them. I had to sit behind one of the riders and hold on to him with my arms, while Burt did the same with another man. Aunt Ella was with the bigger of the two men who had come into the bus to take us out of there.
I don't mind admitting, Dear Diary, that I was scared as the dickens. I thought they were going to maybe hold us for ransom of something, because actually my darling Burt had told me in Mexico City that where we were going was infested with lots of bandits and people who had to live by their wits, and that we were going by a private bus line whose driver knew the territory well enough so that he would take a route where the bandits weren't supposed to be around. But I guess that maybe they were too smart for the driver.
Anyway, we rode for about an hour, and we came to a ranch which they called a hacienda. Burt looked at me and said, “This isn't the one belonging to my Cousin Jaime.” He told me that in Spanish or Mexican, James is spelled Jaime. The name of his cousin was Jaime Durado, and it seems that Burt's father's brother had had a Mexican sweetheart and given her a kid without marrying her, and that's how this Jaime Durado happened to be related to my husband.
Well, anyhow, Dear Diary, all the horseback riders pulled up in front of the ranch and got off their horses, and two very handsome women came out of the house, which was a big sprawling one with a huge veranda, made of adobe (which means mud). They wore lowcut, off-the-shoulder blouses and wide skirts, and they wore sandals. They has swarthy olive skin and they were big and busty, with black hair coiled around the tops of their heads. The bigger man who had Aunt Ella called them “Inez” and “Conchita,” and then he looked back and grinned at me and said “Querida, don't be afraid of my muchachitas. They are just servants from another house and they ran away because they were treated badly by the patron, so now they ride with my band. This is a deserted hacienda, and we banditos stay here because nobody bothers us. So we have much room here and there will be good food and some vino for all of you if you behave yourselves.”
Then Burt asked them in English, since the man spoke English to him, what they were going to do with us. The man just grinned and shook a finger at Burt and said, “Do not be so curious Senor. We are going to do nothing to you, of course, because you do not interest us except for the ransom. But these lovely mujeres of yours, that is another story. Take them into the house, Sancho.”
Sancho was the other man who had come into the bus with the bigger one, and he showed us the gun and made Aunt Ella and me walk into the ranchhouse. I can tell you, Dear Diary, that my legs were shaking all over the place and I was nearly ready to faint when Sancho prodded my behind with his gun and said to me in a low voice, “Que diablo, but you have a magnificent ass, Senora. That is true, is it not? You are the wife, the mujer, of the Senor?”
“Yes, I — I am,” I said in a very faint voice.
“But you are so young, lind! Tell me, how long have you been married?”
I had to tell him just a few weeks, and he laughed and then he prodded my behind again with the gun and whispered to me, “Then it will be my pleasure, and that of my men, Senora, to teach you a few tricks your husband has not yet had time to teach you, non es verdad!”
I looked at Burt, because I really didn't know what to do. Aunt Ella was standing against the wall looking very pale and cold. When the men looked at her, she sort of sniffed and drew herself up, as if to tell them that she wasn't to be touched. They had other ideas in mind, I'm afraid.
Well, the house was sticky and hot and the sun had been pouring down all afternoon, even on the bus, so first the bandits said they were going to take a siesta. Then the man called Sancho came over and tied my wrists behind my back and he did the same to Aunt Ella, and then he tied Burt up and put a gag in his mouth so he wouldn't yell for help. Not that the rurales would hear, as he explained (that was the term they used for police), but so it wouldn't disturb their siesta.
So then two men took Aunt Ella and me into a little room and locked the door and left us there. There wasn't any window, and one of the men said in broken English that they would be outside with guns and if we tried anything, we would be very sorry.
I turned to Aunt Ella and I asked her, “What do you think they are going to do to us?”
“We are women, darling,” was her answer, “and I think they may try to have some fun with us. It is best not to resist them. I don't want you hurt, and I certainly don't care to be manhandled by those brutes. You know how I feel about men for the most part.”
I nodded. I knew that she was a dominatrix, and I knew from the little sessions I had spent in her basement when she was preparing me for my darling Burt that she much preferred to have fun with girls like me than do anything with a man. Oh yes, of course, she had enjoyed watching Burt and me fuck, but she really didn't want to do it herself, she had explained to me once.
I was a little scared. Of course by now I was a new bride, and I knew what fucking was and of course Burt had spanked me before he loved me up to get me real hot. But the idea of having anybody else, especially strangers and bandits into the bargain, reall
y scared me.
CHAPTER TEN
August 5, 1970:
We tried to sleep, there was a rude bed in the room, but it wasn't any use, I just couldn't fall asleep. Aunt Ella did close her eyes and sort of drowse, but that's about it. And then after a couple of hours, the door was opened and the two men who were guarding us came in. They were still searing their masks, but I gasped aloud and blushed because I saw that all they had on were white shorts of very cheap cotton, and sandals. They still kept their masks on, but I could see their big hard cocks pressing out against the front of their shorts, and I looked at Aunt Ella and I blushed.
“Are you going to let us go?” she asked them.
“I'm afraid not, Senorita.” said one of the men as he bowed in a sort of mock acknowledgement. “You are going to come with us now. We don't want you to be disobedient, Senorita, because otherwise we shall have to punish you a little. That would be our pleasure, but I do not think you would like it, eh, Miguel?” He turned to his friend, and the other man chuckled. Then they take hold of us and pushed us out down the hair and back into what was probably a bedroom in the hacienda. I saw that Burt was there, and he was sitting in a chair with his wrists tied behind the back of the chair and he had the gag in his mouth. They had tied his legs to the chair also, at the calves and at the ankles. And one of them had pulled down the zipper of his fly, and pulled his cock out, and I could see it and I really blushed then, Dear Diary! It made me feel sort of naughty to think that all these masked Mexican bandits could see the prick that Burt used to fuck me with, right there in front of everybody including Aunt Ella.
The man called Sancho was dressed in shorts and sandals and was masked just like the two that brought us in. Altogether, there were about eight men there. And Sancho said to Burt, “Now then, Senor we are going to have a little amusement with the mujeres. We shall not hurt them too much, and if they do what we want, they may even find it very pleasant. I advise you not to try to get loose, because we have tied you tightly. And we would hate to have to hurt you, especially since you are kind enough to furnish us with two such lovely mujeres.”
There was a laugh from all the men at this, and Aunt Ella started to get red in the face. But before she could say anything, Sancho made a sign and the two men who had brought us out of the room began to tear off our clothes.
Then she really cried out and struggled. Of course, her wrists were still tied behind her back, so she couldn't defend herself. She tried to, by kicking, but they just laughed at her and finally flung her down on the rug on her face, and started ripping off her clothes till she was down to just her panties and bra and a garterbelt and stockings. Then one of the two men, the one they called Miguel, put his left hand on the small of her back and raised his right hand and spanked her bottom over her panties good and hard about five times. “That is for trying to fight, Senorita.” he told her. “Now maybe you will be a good girl and do what we tell you to.”
The two men pulled her to her feet, and tears were running down her cheeks, and she looked over at Burt and started to say something, but one of the men who pulled her up ripped off her bra and showed her titties. Everybody called out in admiration, and pretty soon all the men in the room were clustered around her, felling her up, squeezing her bubbies, pinching her bottom, and saying wicked things in both Mexican and broken English which made me really blush for her. One of them was saying in broken English which I could understand that he thought she must be very hairy between her legs, and he was very eager to see her without her panties on. So then they asked her if she would take them off herself, and she said that of course she would not and we would rather die than do anything to please them.
Sancho shook his head and guffawed, “I think, amigos, that the Senorita needs a little persuasion. Let her have it at once.”
They ripped off her panties then, and left her in just her garterbelt and stockings. Her hands were still tied behind her back, and now everybody could see her pussybush and those fine big titties. They had pinched her nipples so that they stood out and were very dark and stiff, and her face was red and her eyes were closed and who was breathing very hard. They pushed her out into the center of the room, and then one of the men pulled up a stool and sat down. He pulled her across his lap, took hold of both her tied wrists with his left hand, and laughing to his friends, began to spank her naked behind very hard.
I stood watching while two of the men held me by the elbows. They were whispering obscene things to me, and they were telling me that pretty soon I was going to be all naked for them and that they would spank me very hard if I wasn't a good girl and did just what they told me to. They said that they were going to spank Aunt Ella until she promised that she would do just what they wanted, no matter how grownup she thought she was.
I could see her grit her teeth and could see the muscles of her jaws tighten as she tried her best not to call out. The man was spanking her awfully hard. I could hear his hands smack down on her naked ass, and I could see the flesh flatten and then spring up, and get redder and redder. Soon the tears were running down her cheeks, and she was groaning softly, and trying to cross and uncross I er stockinged legs. But the man kept it up until soon her legs were kicking wildly in the air, and from where I was I could see the pink lips of her cunt and the thick hair framing it.
Then the man stopped and asked her, “Now then, Senorita, are you going to be a good bitch and obey us, or must I give you the belt?”
One of the other men came forward now and held out a black leather belt with a heavy silver buckle. The man on the chair who was spanking Aunt Ella took it, said “Gracias, amigo, and then showed it to Aunt Ella. She groaned aloud, “Oh my God, I can't stand any more, please don't whip me anymore, please!”
“That depends on you, Senorita! Now then, if you will do what I tell you to, perhaps I will not spank you anymore. Otherwise, I shall regrettably be forced to cause you a great deal of pain,” the man said in very good English.
“What — what do you want me to do, then?” she groaned.
“Why, it is very simple. You will get down on your knees, and I will open up my calecon and show you my cojones. Then you will take it into your mouth and suck and kiss it lovingly as if you were my esposa!” the man grinned.
“Oh no! I would rather die than do a filthy thing like that! Oh my God, Burt, please help me, try to make them stop — offer them money — oh my God, they gagged you, you can't help me!” she cried out. She tried to get up off the man's lap, but he held her down. His left arm went round her waist very tightly, and then he took the belt, doubled it, raised it slowly over her red ass, and brought it down with an awfully hard and loud Crack!
I could see Aunt Ella's body jump around, her hips swerving violently. Her legs kicked frantically in the air, and once again I could see her pink cunt gaping wide.
“You are still silent, so we must attend to this, Senorita,” the masked almost naked bandit chuckled. Once again he lifted the doubled belt, kept it in the air a minute, and then brought it down really hard and diagonally over Aunt Ella's reddened naked ass. She let out a howl, “Ahhouuuuu! Oh God, please stop, please!”
“But you know how to stop, I think, Senorita. Let's try it again.” Once more the belt rose, fell angrily with an even louder crack over the tops of Aunt Ella's squirming thighs.
This decided her. She dragged at her wrists, turned her tearstained face back to the man and sobbed out, “Oh God, no more, whatever you want, oh please, stop, stop, I'll do it!”
“That was what I was waiting to hear you say, muchacita.” He groaned. Then he shoved her off his lap and she fell onto the floor with a thud, knocking the breath out of her. Everybody laughed at this except of course Burt and me.
“Get up at once, on your knees, and come to me, querida!” the man in the chair ordered.
Sobbing, her face flooded with tears and very red and swollen, Aunt Ella obeyed.
“Since your hands are tied, I myself will do you the honor of showing yo
u my cojones. But I think you know what to do then, non es ver-dad?” her tormentor laughed. He opened his shorts and his big heavy cock thrust out. The head was broad, and it looked almost purplish. Aunt Ella stared at it, and her lips were trembling. She seemed to shrink back, but the man picked up the belt and tossed it to one of the others and said, “If she does not do what I wish, Pedro, give it to her very hard.”
Aunt Ella turned her face around and cried out when she saw the-man lift the belt over her. Then she leaned forward and, closing her eyes, shuddering, opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips.
I watched fascinated. The fact was, I was beginning to get very itchy in my pussy. I don't know why, but being helpless in front of all these men, dressed so scantily the way they were, and in front of my own husband who was helpless, gave me a terribly randy feeling. I guess it's because all this spanking and punishment has taught me how to be randy for a strong man who wants to dominate me and make me his slavegirl.
I could hear Aunt Ella sucking at the man's cock, and everybody was laughing and making dirty remarks, and I tried not to look. But the man standing beside me whispered that I had better look because pretty soon it would be required of me to do the same thing.
Aunt Ella kept on sucking until the mart pushed her head away. Then he asked her to beg him for a good hard fucking, and he used that very word. When she hesitated, the man standing behind her, Pedro, took the belt and gave her two hard cuts across the tops of her legs, and Aunt Ella yelled out, “Oh please, don't whip me any more, please fuck me instead, please!”
“I shall be honored to accommodate you, Senorita,” her tormentor chuckled. “Very well, lie down on your back on the floor and get ready for me. Open your legs very wide because as you see, I have a big cock and it needs plenty of room.
So Aunt Ella got down on her back with her arms behind her back, her wrists still tied, and closed her eyes and waited. The man was in no hurry. He got down on his knees, and he began to fondle her titties with his hands while she groaned and twisted. It was obvious that she was feeling a lot of pain from the spanking and the belting, and the man enjoyed her wrigglings.
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