The Last Command

[Blue]

@HistBuff
You're always good for a surprise. I actually thought everything had already happened in the story. Even slaves, vagrants, Chinese women.

But now, out of nowhere, nuns suddenly appear. Those were scenes I really enjoyed. A truly great idea.

Is there anything else that could surprise me? Well, maybe if a horde of Mexican soldiers were to suddenly stumble upon an Indian village where the men were out hunting buffalo and the women were alone in their tents?

But I'm sure the story will hold many more surprises for us readers.
Keep it up!

[HistBuff]

@HistBuff
You're always good for a surprise. I actually thought everything had already happened in the story. Even slaves, vagrants, Chinese women.

But now, out of nowhere, nuns suddenly appear. Those were scenes I really enjoyed. A truly great idea.

Is there anything else that could surprise me? Well, maybe if a horde of Mexican soldiers were to suddenly stumble upon an Indian village where the men were out hunting buffalo and the women were alone in their tents?

But I'm sure the story will hold many more surprises for us readers.
Keep it up!

Thanks, @Blue !

For the nuns, I began with the premise that the civilian population had obviously fled the town when the Mexican soldiers came and besieged the Alamo. So the nuns had been "guaranteed" their safety. Perhaps the General had told his men that the nuns would be part of the reward for capturing the fort. As for the Chinese, they're poor people who had nowhere else to go. There's just one annoying con for the Mexicans---Now that they've raped and decimated the people who washed their laundry, they'll soon start to really stink.

[HistBuff]

Once all six Lieutenants had taken their pleasure, the young ensign who had been serving their wine, and how had been watching with his face blushing, was kindly invited by the General. His eyes wide, the boy looked at Consuelo. She lay down on the ground, naked with semen inside and on her, her eyes aghast, looking at him with a mix of pleading and exhaustion with notes of fascination. The sight of her made such a strong impression on the lad that he no longer heard the chaotic pandemonium of gang-rapes going on all over the outer court; he only saw her. There was tension all over the virgin boy, especially south of his belt.

"Come, young man! You can have her too!" the General said, grinning, like a father inviting his own son to rape a passenger of a stagecoach he and his men just robbed.

"Yeah, time to become a man!" the Colonel added while motioning the boy to come closer.

Hesitating in his steps, the boy nonetheless came closer. Consuelo saw him better and cried upon noticing the little smallpox scars that marred his nose and most of the left side of his face, actually disfiguring the boy and making him look at least twice his age. Why bringing in this poor boy? She tried to protest and resist, but feebly so, while the laughing Lieutenants held her with ease on the ground, where the golden light of torches flattered the curves of her body, inviting more rapes. The youngest Lieutenant was down at her feet and amorously kissing them. There were always hands on her.

As the boy got closer, Consuelo realized she wasn't protesting for his sake, for she had let the angel-faced bugle boy use her almost willingly. The real reason she protested was the boy was ugly and she didn't want him inside her.

"No! Not him! Never in a hundred years! Please! He... He's too young!!!"

"Come come, Senorita!" the fat Major said. "I saw you get taken by boys just like this fine young gentleman; and you enjoyed it! This boy is handsome, don't you think? I know you'll..."

"Nooo! No! No! He's too... He's too..." Consuelo couldn't bring herself to say it. The poor boy looked at her with his face riddled by those smallpox marks that robbed him of the natural handsomeness of his youth. He was a nightmarish version of a dream boy. By that time, the officers had made her stand up and face the boy, very much amused by how repulsive he was to her. General Santa Anna, the fat Major and the Colonel watched the scene, no less amused as they drank porto.

The boy stood close to Consuelo, who tried to look away, but the Lieutenants forced her to look at the boy, and added threats that they'd use a knife to rip off her nails one by one if she closed her eyes. Not wishing to add any pain to what her body already carried, she obeyed and faced her nightmare. The boy then knelt down, reached her and put his hands on her tits, and smiled as his eyes moved in a frantic act of drinking all her charms from head to toe.

She hated his touch! But then she realized that his touch was very gentle, his hands both hesitant and curious. This was clearly the first time he touched a woman and saw one naked. Consuelo began to gently moan as if she were enjoying this. Being touched so gently was a welcome pause from the brutal abuse she had been subjected to at the hands of the Lieutenants. It was in her best interest to make this last, so she rested her head on the ground and arched her back, nicely pushing her breasts out and into the boys hands while a pair of young officers restrained her arms while caressing her cheeks and playing with her hair.

The boy's cupping touch upon her breasts grew firmer, and then he stooped down and kissed her. Consuelo instinctively wanted to recoil from the horror! But then she remembered where her interest was--to avoid further damage to her body. So she surprised the boy by kissing him back. Then something broke forever inside her as she realized she was doing exactly what a whore would do---She was managing damage on her body by giving her "customer" what he wanted, by actively trying to please him. "I'm a whore now, No!" Broken. They had broken her!

The boy got really excited and began to press his pelvis against her while kissing her. And she felt his strong erection through his uniform. With his exploring hand, he touched her hair, began to very gently stroke them, his eyes filled with wonder as he contemplated her lady-like contrast between pale skin and dark hair.

"You... Milady, very beautiful!" the boy blurted out, his face blushing, which accentuated his smallpox scars and their unsightliness. But he smiled. Consuelo realized this was the first sincere smile she'd had in what felt like a long time. This boy was so innocent! He was a good boy who had been thrown into the monstrosity of war. Nothing here was really his fault. He was just trying to live.

"Hey, look at her! The tramp loves them!"

"Figures! I guess she must have sucked off a great many boys in church! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Suck him off, Senorita! Suck him off good! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Consuelo ignored the jeers from the surrounding officers. Pigs! All of them!

"What's your name, young man?" Consuelo whispered as they exchanged kisses. Yes, she was going to please him as much as she could. She was a whore. Handsome or ugly, he was her customer.

"Enrique, Senorita!"

"Well, Enrique, you're a very good boy. How... How would you, what would you like to... to do with me?"

"Next June, Senorita, I'm... Senorita! Oohh, you have... first time I'm touching a woman like this. I... I love your breasts, Senorita. I... You're so... So beautiful!" Enrique went on, whispering as he very gently kept kissing her lips while stroking the side of her face, her hair, her neck...

"I'm Consuelo de Quesada. I love how you touch me," she replied, shocked to realize what she said had some truth in it. Enrique had the touch of an angel. She nudged his head down, hinting she wanted him to suck her breasts, and knowing he'd be so very gentle... Just what she needed! An opportunity to rest.

She involuntarily bit her lip as Enrique began to kiss her left nipple while caressing her other orb, oh, so very gently. This felt good. In other circumstances, she would have genuinely enjoyed this. So soft were his hands! General Santa Anna no doubt required an irreproachable hygiene and grooming of any servants around his person. And this translated as a pair of hands that were just... just a dream of softness. Softness with boyish strength behind.

"Oooh, Enrique! Ohh, it feels really nice!" Consuelo purred as she whispered in her glamorous Spanish while the boy got lost in heaven and began to circle his tongue around her nipple while kneading her other breast with that boyish strength of his, and she realized that her purring wasn't entirely fake. There was some measure of swelling and warmth in her bosom, and this could not be faked. She bit her lip gently, her face prettier than ever as she purred and moaned, ignoring those officers who mocked her while holding her in place for the boy, whom they patted on the back while giving all sorts of advise on how to fuck a noble señorita and how lucky he was.

Enrique, suddenly realizing he could go wherever he pleased on her, grew a bit less timid and began to kiss her lower, marking a trail of hot slobber on her abdomen. Consuelo responded with moans that made him even less timid as he kissed her navel and circled it with tender licking strokes, his hands now caressing her hips. The pair of Lieutenants holding her arms used the opportunity to kiss her while giving her breasts the attention their beauty deserved.

"Oh, yes! Enrique! Take me! Take me anyhow you like! Please, do as you please!"

Enrique was a natural in lovemaking. Without even thinking or planning, the curious boy pushed his kissing exploration lower. He now felt a woman's pubic hair under his tongue for the very first time in his life, at which point his cock was painfully hard, his blood growing mad within his veins as he pressed his smallpox face between her legs, which were hot and seemingly waiting for him, with his hands always caressing the moving music of her hips.

The officers around her were no longer mocking her. They formed a circle and masturbated. The Lieutenants who had been restraining her thus far decided, upon exchanging one look, to free her arms and see what she'd do, still remaining very close in case she tried to suddenly harm the boy. Farther around them, a wider circle of soldiers was assembling. The General had promised them full sway with all the ladies of the fort, this including Consuelo, so they were waiting for the officers to be done with her so they could remind the noble señorita what it feels like to get gang-fucked by the rank-and-file.

Consuelo was now moaning loud as she made a sensual dance with her hips, the boy's lucky tongue tune striking the right chord within her slit, where her jet-black pubic hair throbbed with life--a dancing triangle of slobbering heat under the tranquil barrage of Enrique's tongue strokes. Tranquil, but firm and insistent. The nearest Lieutenant, who had turned twenty in January, cupped her breasts and kissed her neck, very gently, while whispering to her ear he had seen her on top of that wall several times during the siege, and now he was very happy to take liberties with her. With her mouth wide open, Consuelo turned to this other "customer" and raised her arms in a gesture of surrender, and she kissed him and began to caress his curly hair as he gently pressed her breasts while Enrique brought much juices down there using his lucky beginner's tongue.

"Yes! Yes! I'm just a harlot! You can have me! Everyone of you! All you want! Take your reward, Conquistadores!" Consuelo said, with heat in those words that would have greatly shamed her father, had he been there to hear them! He did not raise her to act like this. But he had failed to protect her, and now she had to survive. As a regiment's whore.

Enrique was prey to the throbbing insistence of his own cock. He needed the relief! He must have it now! Taking the most direct route, Enrique simply undid and lowered his uniform's trousers, causing his manhood to jut out. Consuelo looked down and found this was a beautiful cock, with its skin visibly soft and healthy. This part of him had not been marred by the terrible illness. He was going to breed with her. The notion to get bred by a boy both gentle and ugly had a weird effect on her--Her loathing met curiosity and a bizarre sort of arousal where everything felt foggy and exhausted. And someone was gently touching and kissing her feet and ankle. The breeze was not just chilly as the night went on, but almost cold. At least they were keeping her warm in their midst. The Mexican Army seemed to have a natural talent for it. Even the officers who were naked felt warm against her, both loathsome and weirdly comforting. She was the regiment's whore.

She spread her legs apart, and Enrique came closer, fumbled for a short while as he held his cock and pushed it upon her entrance, while the curly-haired officer kept playing with her tits, and then the novice boy found the mark!!!

"Oooooohh!!!" Enrique uttered, his eyes on fire with wonder and excitement as he gave Consuelo his cock to feel.

"OOoooooooooooohh! En-rique! Breed me, Enrique! Breed me!" the gone-insane girl moaned as he penetrated her while taking hold of her thighs while she made him her prisoner using her legs, and the curly-haired officer kept his caressing hands on her wherever he could, be it her shoulder or her arm, while Enrique was flat on top of her and began to pound her with the usual vigor of youth. Consuelo was forced by her own body to admit that she loved getting fucked by boys. And she was so far gone she forgot how ugly this one was.

"Aaah aaa yes! I'm taken by the soldiers! AAahh yes! I spent the last thirteen days fearing this to happen! Oooh... And yet... Something... Something inside... Mmmeeee inside me! Something deep with... Within wanted this to... Aaaannhhmmm... To happen..."

"What a cheap tramp!" the Colonel commented as he smoked a pipe.

"She sure is! I was the first one inside her, you know!" the fat Major replied, sipping some fine cognac stolen from the belongings of that same gone-away merchant whose daughters were now being gang-raped along with the nuns in town. He however began to feel the first pangs of an upcoming crisis of gout and his smile vanished.

"Looks we've trained her good! She's enjoying it now!" a Captain said, to whom the Major offered a swig of cognac.

"I told you we'd break her tonight!" General Santa Anna said to the fat Major, who was chuckling and trying to ignore the growing pain in his left big toe under his well-polished boots. God dammit! Major Botez now knew that next morning, he'd be in just as much pain as if he had a festering bite from a rattlesnake and his big toe would be almost the size of an avocado.

Enrique being very short, he repeatedly rammed Consuelo while feeling the press of her legs around him. Her tits! They seemed to hoover in submission so close to his face! He took full delight inside her, enjoying very much this sense of possessing her, the noble senorita, who looked so very young, and still felt so much older than him, so much more literate with every Spanish word she spoke. It felt like raping a Countess from Spain! He was bucking her like a crazy, desperate peasant, a common mercenary bandit raping a Countess inside some fallen castle in Spain while he heard the screaming lamentations of so many other maidens getting deflowered under successive waves of soldierly celebrations. Mercenaries never disappointed the ladies when they won. Young and older ones had their horizontal fiesta under them, but they still preferred the young ones.

He was inside her! Not for long! His high pleasure was close at hand as the close vastness of her breasts kept hoovering under his moaning face, her moans echoing his while the Lieutenant kept kissing her neck and she kept saying, "Yes! Yes, I'm raped by the Mexican soldiers! It's fate... Fate!!!"

Eyes half-closed, Consuelo's head kept bobbing on along with Enrique's impetus, while the horny Lieutenant kept kissing her neck, his face almost drowning in the suave caress of her hair while he enjoyed the view on her free-moving tits, right under the boy's smallpox face. Consuelo tightened the wrap of her legs around Enrique, who remained shocked by how gorgeous she was, her smooth-moving breasts under a haze of golden light from the torches, her nipples an intense brown atop those dancing hills of moving light and shadow. Foot soldiers were looking on, some on their toes to see better, knowing something truly extraordinary was happening.

Enrique loved that haze of gold enriching her skin, with her nipples like smears of brown wine dancing atop them, up and down, as he kept rocking her with his steady pounding. Yes! She looked exactly like a naked Countess being violated by peasant soldiers, with those wonderful shapes whose never-ending dance kept his eyes prisoners--Nothing more than girl fat, and yet they cast the most potent spell. And they looked so vast when seen from so close! The boy entered in a wild trance, feeling the nearly painful stiffness where he kept being one with her, where the brunt of their encounter was played, he began to grunt like a rutting orangutan, "Urrh! Urrh Urh-urrrrh-urrh-urrh-uhr-urrh-urrh-uhr -urrh-urrh-uhr -urrh-urrh-uhr ..."

He kept going, kept pushing inside her... Her legs around him, her bobbing head... Lovely! The never-ending dance of her naked breasts!

Enrique uttered words out of his wide-open mouth as he now fucked Consuelo with all he had! "URRH URRH HRRR RRR RRRR RRRR RRRR RRR RRRRRRR The Countess! Raped by peasants! Disrobed! Her breasts out and dancing for us!!! RR RRRR RRRR RRRR RRR RRRRRRR RR RRRR RRRR RRRR RRR RRRRRRRRR RRRR RRRR RRRR RRR RRRRRRRRR RRRR RRRR RRRR RRR RRRRRRR!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAA AAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Enrique screamed out of joyful pain as he spewed ropes upon ropes of raging jism inside the señorita. He had no idea taking a woman could feel this good. Now he understood why men were willing to even risk their life for this.

***

Full of sweat under the torchlight, Consuelo was like putty in the Lieutenant's arms while Enrique pulled out of her, and her feet came back to earth as she broke the seal of her legs from the boy, whose eyes remained on her tits.

"Now, Senorita! Now, my turn!" The curly-haired Lieutenant said as he urgently rolled her around, then nudged her up on her knees and elbows, where her cheek kissed the ground as she braced for the upcoming penetration. It soon came.

"AAAAAAARRRRHHH! Nice pussy!!!" the young officer uttered as he sank deep inside her. He had taken her face to face before. Now his cock had got stiff again from watching the boy take her. Now he had to rape the bitch from behind!

"¡Perra! ¡Perra! ¡Perra! ¡Perra!..." (Bitch!) he kept repeating as he pounded her and flattened her butt cheeks with intense repetition, causing her cheek to slide on the ground as he kept punishing her with his breeding stick, holding her wrists together in the small of her back and giving her the full sway of his lust!

Enrique gazed at her buttocks; they got flattened with each quick collision. Those gold-lit curves under the torchlight were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, perhaps only second to her breasts. Of this he wasn't sure. She was gorgeous naked, especially when raped!

The Lieutenant soon finished his frenzied exertions and spewed his load, detonating with groans in the process. Consuelo was then encircled by a forest of cocks as soldiers and officers closed the circle around her, pell-mell, and the senorita was touched everywhere at once by the multitude of privates and officers, naked or loosely uniformed. She was the helpless prisoner of an ever-moving, ever-touching tumult of hands and groping. No inch of her was spared. And she nearly climaxed amid this banquet, as the crux of a multitude of fantasies involving her and her only. So many men just for her alone.

They turned her around and Consuelo began to moan, half-faking it as she tried to tone them down into more gentle touches, but it was no use as they were all as horny as breeding monkeys. Organically, one man from the rank-and-file found himself on top of her and the penetration came, sudden and predictable. He propped himself up on his arms and watched her breasts move along with his thrusts the whole time, which was short. Then another man came, this one the same Sergeant who had raped her first, just after the fat Captain. He didn't last long either. "Thank you, Senorita! And sorry for the inconvenience! Ha! Ha! HA! HA!" he jested as he left. Then came the fat Major! Promoted. Rewarded for his deeds at her expanse. Celebrating it inside her. His grunts were so disgusting! His face... worse. And the bloated bastard lasted what seemed like an eternity, until he mercifully exploded with his parting gift, while his eyes seemed to leap out of his big pudgy face that seemed to distend just as wide as his relief felt good, with frothing slobber dripping down on her for an added personal touch.

Consuelo remained pinned on the ground as soldier after soldier passed on her. Usually giving her a short, but intense round of pounding. She was a whore! They kept telling her "¡Perra! ¡Perra!!" (Bitch!)

"¡Putana!" (Tramp!)

"¡Ramera!" (Slut!)

A long and confused series of faces passed over her, twisted in their exertions. Each face different, handsome or not so much, and yet each face seemed one and the same. A rapist. A customer? She was a whore. Fate! So many of them! For her alone. Consuelo had felt it from the Mexicans during the siege. She had heard the silent roar of their thoughts through the hostility of their gazes. Now. Fate! Fate had allowed this to happen for real! All hands were upon her. All those Mexican soldiers were doing what they had been dreaming about for the last thirteen days.

The chaotic carousel gave no sign of abating. Faces she recognized. Others she didn't. She made peace with the probability she was going to die under sheer numbers. So be it! Better dead than live as a fallen señorita. A civilian worker was now on top of her. There was some blood and smears on his shirt. A cook. Yes, he must be a cook. He was now getting his reward for preparing and cooking the meat. Inside her! He ended his run with an extremely low-pitched groan, his relief sounding as if he just had a musket shoved up his ass. Then Enrique was there to take her again. His cock had surged right back up! Less shy after some tequila, he seemed proud to display it to the señorita he had served during supper. The eager mass of jeering men harshly prompted him to "get it done quick." All their left-over semen was intended for Consuelo de Quesada.

Consuelo had nothing left for any sort of enjoyment. She was now in great pain from far too many "customers". Enrique lasted but a minute inside her, and Consuelo kept remembering she was being bucked by an ugly boy with an angel's touch, and this gave her some shreds of half-pleasure, and then there were those hands on her legs as she once more wrapped them around the boy, unable as she was to help it, all of it spiced with catcalls and whistles where a dozen voices kept calling her a putana and a "señorita del burdel" (brothel young lady). Enrique's pox-scarred face was so close to her! But she closed her eyes and let her head bob freely as she surrendered to her fate, in the arms of so young a boy! He sounded like a man dying of impalement when he gave her his spunk.

***

The supply of grinning Mexicans seemed endless. They commented on her pussy hair, many saying capturing the fort was worth it, be it just for this! Others shouting their joy and saying they had never seen the cunt of a noble maiden before. Not so maiden now! Not so proud now! She had heard this so many times! Horny men are seldom original. They're to the point. Many of them thanked her and laughed as they raped her, usually on top of her, saying that now she knew what true glamor really means. Some took her the king-of-jungle way and loved the constant flattening of those slabs of torchlight she now had for a butt, each man trying to beat the others in how violently he made her hair shake along with the rest of her. Some even grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms as if using them like reins while mounting her and trying to last as long as they could. It was a twisted rodeo. One where pain suddenly gave way to an explosion of bliss.

She lost all notion of time and place as those countless faces hurried on her, taking their often-short bout of grunting before looking at her with those round-pesos eyes and that air of utter disbelief on their mugs as they shot their loads inside her, those faces looking humiliatingly dark in the torchlight's shadow. Consuelo recognized some faces. Big Pedro went out of his way to finally try her out, and he was not disappointed. Consuelo felt the brunt of his weight on her. The sheer size of him made her feel as if she were being raped by some huge sea elephant who had somehow turned into a man. His hissing grunts were so gross to hear! And yet his size and the pudginess of his sweating mug forced her body to react in an unforeseen way, and very intensely at that. "I'm a whore! I'm just a cheap whore! God's punishing me!" she very feebly whispered amid her struggle to just keep breathing under Big Pedro.

"HAAH HAAH AHH AAHH AHH AHH AAHH AHH AHH AHH AAAHH!" uttered the sea elephant as he entered the no-return stage and the weirdness inside her took a massive turn that swept her whole in fiery mix of pain, debasement and grossness, and yet all of it finding a way to make her moan out and climax, tightening the grip of her legs around the big man as he uttered an incredibly long-winded roar right in her face! She felt something warm and gooey on her entire left cheek and knew this was slobber from his wide open mouth as he kept thrusting or tried to all through his final victory, and now sounding as if he were in deep pain. But she knew out of experience he was not. She was a harlot now, a woman who was a walking encyclopedia of knowledge about men. All this in just one day.

"Now, Señorita, will you tell me to shut up? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The man who just spoke turned out to be the priest she had seen at the pyres. The very same one whom she had indeed told to "shut up, pig". He had taken note of this and knew he would come and claim his payback. He had also found a delicate girl, very short with very white skin against pitch-dark hair. He had recognized her as one of four sisters who were at the pyres, most definitely the youngest one. He had given the little Yankee witch the forceful shaking he knew she deserved. Didn't bother to ask her what her name was. He had just taken his pleasure while watching her sisters being given the same sort of shaking by the slightly drunk soldiers having their fiesta. Inside this girl, he had tested a profound truth that is not to be found in the Bible, but nonetheless a truth. Small girl, big load. His load turned out to be something more of a leviathan that left him with the chief need to take a significant time of read thereafter.

Father Ronaldo remembered Consuelo. So now that he got on top of the senorita everybody talked about, on top of that young woman who was said to have been raped for two hours straight while naked on a cannon, under the broad Texas daylight, and now, in this happy tumult, he was having her under torchlights held by young drummerboys. He saw the lights of hate and loathing in her eyes and loved this! He closely watched the shift in her expression when he sank inside her right to the hilt.

"Now, Señorita, now! Now this is a life worth living for, hnnrrrrrr!" Father Ronaldo groaned, making this philosophical statement as he began to rape her in heavy, steady thrusts, watching with delight the horror on her face and those gentle nods his own thrusts were imparting on her face, so much more beautiful when she was nodding like that, naked amid the jeering press of men! Gang-raped! He propped himself up on his arms and kept up his steady strokes while enjoying the ever-moving sight of her breasts, pale and so brightly conquered under those heated torches. Married by force to the whole regiment! The wine of her nipples never running dry as he just couldn't take his eyes off them! She reminded him of a fantasy he'd had at only twelve when he was learning Greek and read the Odyssey for the first time, painstakingly, but bravely--Circea turning men into pigs, but then Ulysses and his companion making her pay back by gang-fucking her, and the gorgeous, bored sorceress enjoyed it!---there was his fantasy! Yes, this Consuelo de Quesada was the Circea he was treating like his own harlot.

"So you called me a pig, hhrr?" he said as he kept up the music of his pounding, accompanied by her whimpers and the men's constant catcalls. "You'd love to turn me into a pig, hrrrr? Hrrr! But now, Circea, you've lost your power and you are, HARRH mine!"

And he went on a rush! A frienzied rush where he shook this fallen witch hard enough to make her remember this for years, and his thoughts went crazy in a pell-mell storm of images--Circea seized by Ulysses and the other men from Ithaca and ripping her peplum to shreds as she protested and squirmed in their arms, or pretended to, and then Consuelo naked in a show of glued-together legs in the arms of negroes, a powerful picture of shades and contrasts and confusion and cocks and moving tits where Circea didn't need special powers to hypnotized the men and the companions of Ulysses poured wine on her, just like some soldiers now poured tequila on that small girl to whom he had given such an epic load some time before, and her bare feet spurred his failing cock to a new swelling life as he kept seeing that wonderful moment where Circea protested and yelped as her torn peplum gave way to the magic of her tits! And gave more way down there where Ulysses began to kiss her cunt, where he found her secret patch of hair, and she moaned as the hero ate the mussel-tasting paradise between her wriggling hips while companions learned the exact curves of her bottom, and then she was held and taken by all of them, floating like a sensual X, a sensual number ten for fortune, her legs and arms spread-eagled as each one of these Ithacans entered in a contest as to who would make Circea's breast jiggle the most forcefully and he screamed out his bliss!

"HHNNGGH YEs! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"

Once the priest was done giving her parting strokes of licking affection on her breasts while calling her Circea, other men came. Civilians wearing aprons with blood smears on them. The butchers who had prepared supper. They forced her to stand and held her in the usual bent-over position, where each of those three scoundrels took her standing from behind, hands on the crease of her hips and driving her hard, giving her the confused feeling of becoming even more of a strumpet with each of those dirty-handed men who gave her a round of butt-flattening. This part of her was firmly cushioned, well suited to withstand the rigours of such forceful breeding. They took full advantage and raped the damsel whom they called the Queen of Spades.

"Let's shake the spades out of that harlot queen!"

"Give it her good, Umberto!"

"This is a noble señorita! I've seen her before! Hurry up! Please, hurry up, Oscar!"

Two of them were stocky men whose hands felt to her like the strongest pairs of hands who had ever been laid on her. Her hair followed the rough dance as the smiling butchers, ill-shaven, ill-washed, just kept bumping her ass until she heard and felt their animal-sounding end. The third one was taller and thinner, so he pushed her down on her knees and gave her the same butt-bumping honor, where she took it like a woman, whimpering like a bitch!

Then one man knelt by her face, and soon her face was pinched hard and a Mexican cock pushed inside her mouth, back and forth and faster and faster and then even faster as the man raped her face while emitting fast-paced grunts that sounded like a dog panting after running for a distance. The dog-style panting of this face rape wrapped itself around Consuelo's stormy world while the butcher behind her raped her like a breeding dog while sounding like a rutting gorilla. General Santa Anna loved how they were using her, with her singing mouth full with her renewed rape and her butt no longer sitting on the bench of her pianoforte, but being put to a more basic use by this humble man with crusts of dried blood where he held her hips as he suddenly wailed, half way between crying and roaring, and lost a massive load where her spotless buttocks kept telling him the time of night in the way of torch-lit skin. Then the other man erupted inside her mouth and gave her the fun of further familiarizing herself with the salty and rich taste of Mexican spunk.

She was still spitting dollops of the sludge when three or four officers came, Santa Anna and the Colonel among them, and they grabbed her hair and began to stroke her face with the soggy warmth of their cocks, which soon became stiff and proud, except for the General, who cursed as his tired snake went on strike. From the Colonel to the Captain with the fat Major asking her whether she missed him, Consuelo was on her knees and forced to withstand the rigors of being pinched at the jaw while her mouth was being raped like there was no tomorrow. The worst and most humiliating was the fat Major, whose semen turned out to be loaded with ammonia since it came mixed with a bit of urine. As her gaze came across Rose-Anne where she lay down and five or six soldiers smiled as they took a piss on her, Consuelo understood she was perhaps fortunate. The other two officers tasted a bit less revolting. And as she swallowed their loads, Colonel first, Captain next, Consuelo died inside her as she realized that this "not so revolting" was now the highest honor she could aspire to.

The General had been masturbating in the meantime. Vigorously so. He gave the urgent command to lay her down and once she was down, he knelt wide on either side of her bosom. Looking down at her, then at that place of heaven where men loved to look, he began to masturbate. Hard. Harder still. Even harder! And then a small rivulet of thin semen landed on her cleavage, then for long minutes he exerted an incredible pressure on his tired gun, always reliving the moment he had freed those tits from her plaid dusk rose dress. Then it happened suddenly. Santa Anna shouted, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH CHARGE ON!" and Consuelo felt heavy ropes of spunk that gave much warmth of stickiness, mostly on her left breast and inside her wide valley.

Then the naked señorita felt the night was getting chilly. A new pack of soldiers pressed themselves around her and took eager turns in sucking her breasts after they stretched her on the ground. Her nipples were erect from the chill and this became a trend. Hands warming her feet, her legs, her buttocks as they turned her around. Hands stroking her hair. Men telling her she was pretty. Others calling her the usual---tramp! harlot!

The rapes never truly stopped. They kept shifting her from one position to another. One man braved the religion and took her ass, and even this, she was getting a little bit more used to it. She felt completely at their mercy. And this sense of being so utterly dominated caused her to remain constantly in varying shades of arousal.

Then a group of drummer boys came and gave her a fast-paced orgy where each young sir gave her a quick run that was very soon concluded by a high-pitched series of yells where she felt the heat of a boy inside her. Their apple-cheeked faces were disturbing to see whenever one of them was on top of her. She recognized the angel-face bugle boy and heard the loud waves of laughter as she encircled him with her weary legs. The sounds of his choir-boy's grunts brought her to the altar where she was forced into carnal marriage and both climaxed together. The boy gone. Another boy. African?! Oh, God, have mercy!

***

At one point, she realized she was under a man whose skin was nightmare-dark. Abraham!

"Abraham?! Please no! This... Not right!" Consuelo blurted out, looking away as the former butler of Mrs. O'Hara kissed and licked her face with despaired avidity.

"Ooh! Oh, Milady! Abraham wants you so hopelessly! Hopelessly in love!"

"Yes, Your Excellency, we ganged up on his daughters and he remained calm after we told him..." Consuelo heard while Abraham began to press and knead her breasts, smiling with all his teeth befor engulfing one of her flesh pastries as deep as he could inside his mouth, and he sucked it with such passion it seemed she was made of sugar!

"... after we told him we'd let him have Consuelo."

"Oh yes yes! Yes! Aaahhrr Milady! I love your titties, Milady! I've always loved them! They taste so good in my big negro's mouth mmh mmmmmhhh..."

Tears streamed down her face. The shocking contrast between her and this... this ape! This had no right to exist! "No right! No right please don't! DOOOOON'T don't don't! Aaaaah--aaaaaaahaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NNNAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA HAVE MERCY!!!"

The more she wailed, the more Abraham felt like punching his clock where it belongs so his large body may tell her true hour of things. And he did just that!

Abraham inspired the soldiers with his wisdom in choosing how to have Consuelo. He knelt down with his thighs wide, his cock jutting out like a coffin-brown snake turned into wood while still retaining the shape of its head, a most terrifying sight for the señorita. And while a couple soldiers gave him a helping hand, the large negro removed his crude cotton shirt while grabbing her waist and dragging-lifting her into position, while she bitterly sobbed, and yet her eyes met his muscular torso and his toned abdomen as he valiantly penetrated her and while holding her waist, he began to rock her with short bursting strokes that set her breasts into motions he found most delightful to watch with those warm glows of torchlight.

Her face gently bobbed as she kept her arms alongside her while feeling the gently painful punches from him inside her! Her inner thighs kept rubbing his side while she couldn't keep her eyes off his gladiator-like torso. All this time, the quiet butler had this body under his dapper outfit! A negro! No she wasn't supposed to feel the slightest shred of enjoyment when used by a negro! No! But each time she thought no, her body pushed her farther in the land of taboos. The soldiers kept taunting her as they watched.

"Nigger tramp!"

"Do you hear her? She's enjoying it!"

"Look at her tits go!"

"That negro's a hero!"

"YEah, he's giving her quite a ride! She's losing her mind!"

Abraham soon concluded his feat, not before his stiffness inside her gave her one big hurricane of taboo. She found herself moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat with her arms aimlessly flailing, and then she heard him grunt and received the raging bolts of his relief inside her, catching sight of the frothing slobber coming out of his mouth as he erupted, his head bobbing while he basked in the soothing heat of his lived-out dream.

***

After this, more men came, a lot of them return customers. More head-bobbing in store for her. Rank-and-file men and officers were now taking her in no particular order. They all looked the same to her. Until they didn't.

The man on top of her was known to her. Yes! She knew him!

"Felipe! Traitor! Traitor! Bastard!" Consuelo began to shout as she came alive. Her anger gave desperate life to her limbs and she managed to claw his face using her nails!

"Aah, Consuelo, you bitch!" Felipe Gonzales uttered before slapping her. But she barely felt it and kept shouting.

"Stop this man! He's a traitor! He was with us! With hhmmmmmm..."

Felipe was now pressing his hand on her mouth.

"Shut up! Shut up and let me do what I've been dreaming of doing to you all this time, Consuelo!"

And then, keeping one hand pressed, desperately pressed on her mouth, Felipe pounded her with rage, with fury! And he soon reached and passed his wild frontier and sounded like a mating chimpanzee as he relieved himself.

"Aaaahhh, this was good! Thank you, Consuelo de Quesada!" Felipe said as he got back up.

Consuelo sprang with surreal life as she coiled herself and pointed at him!

"General, Major, he fought with us! He stole a uniform on a corpse! His name is Felipe Gonzales and he's trying to pass for one of you!"

Felipe tried to walk and blend into the crowd.

"Stop!" the General thundered, stentorian. "Stay right where you are!"

Felipe tried to run, but was restrained by a burly beast of a Sergeant, the very one who had first raped Rose-Anne in the chapel. "You ain't going anywhere, rat-face scoundrel!"

"Where's my purser? Eh you, get the purser here! On the double!"

Everybody nearby, soldiers and officers alike, were so astonished by this new event that they forgot to keep using Consuelo, who wasn't trying to escape or anything for she was far too exhausted. She coiled herself, hugging her knees, and bitterly sobbed as it seemed to her that being abused by a traitor was perhaps even worse than being raped by a negro; to such a degree that her rape by the fat Captain (now Major) and the brave Mexicans felt almost like a great honor in comparison.

"P-please, this... this is a mistake, I..." Felipe began.

"Soldier!" the General thundered. "Name and rank, regiment, company and platoon!"

"P-p-please I..."

"You heard me, Private. Your name, regiment, company and platoon!"

"S-second regiment, third comp..."

"There's no second regiment in my brigade. There's the Seventh of Chihuahua and the..."

"The Seventh, I remember now, Sir!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! The Seventh of Chihuahua is a cavalry regiment, under the command of my friend here! And you're wearing the infantry's blue uniform. And if you were with us, you'd know that everybody addresses me as Your Excellency, for I'm the President of the Republic. Major! Take this traitor to jail and make sure the... you know who they are, keep him from escaping. He'll be shot at dawn."

"NO! NO! Sir--Your Excellency! This... this is a mistake! A terrible mistake!" Felipe pleaded as two sturdy privates dragged him away with the fat Major following.

"Coward!" a soldier yelled while spitting at him. A great many followed suit. Once in the cell, Felipe was placed under the guard of three sodomites of the vilest reputation, who made sure he would spend the rest of the night in good company until the cock crowed. They also called their fellow sodomites and made sure he would perhaps look forward to his execution.

Once near Santa Anna, the purser was told the matter for which he had been summoned was already settled. Santa Anna would have asked the traitor what's the name of this man with a long white beard and a reddish nose who was universally known by all as Kris Kringle for his prodigious resemblance with the legendary character. The soldiers more commonly knew him as Todo-para-todos (Everything For All) since this was the brigade's Adjutant who made sure all soldiers were properly equipped.

Upon learning he had been called for nothing, Todo-para-todos, or Kris Kringle, spotted Consuelo and approached the reclining naked señorita. Kneeling near her, the white-bearded grandpa produced a flask of whiskey and proceeded to wash her face and her bosom with one half of the flask, insisting on her breasts, which had a most generous effect on him--his wrinkled face lightened up with the simple joy of a boy in a candy store as he began to knead and gently massage those tits of a señorita, doing something he hadn't done in ages. For he had abstained from any debauchery, until now.

With everybody forming a circle, the purser sucked and kneaded Consuelo's bosom pastries with increasing force, making Consuelo feel the long silver strands of his whiskey-scented beard. Consuelo began to whimper upon meeting this new experience. Faking it, with some genuine part that caused her breasts to swell under Kris Kringle's tongue-and-beard action. His tongue had forgotten how good a young nipple felt so he made sure to remember this for years to come.

After a good while, our venerable friend Kris Kringle had chosen in what style he was going to fuck the young lady. He stood on his knees and dropped his large-waisted trousers so the young lady had a magnificent view of a young-looking cock that jutted out with pride under his generous belly--well-girthed with veins galore. What struck Consuelo was its palor.

Under growing cheers from the soldiers, many of whom began to chant his nickname, "¡Todo-para-todos!", Kris Kringle laid himself down upon the long-exhausted señorita, who moaned with a convulsion as his trusty pillar found her entrance and sank inside with compelling force. Kris Kringle kissed her, very sweetly and yet with definite strength behind, before covering her pretty face with the heated kissing of a grandpa doing what he shouldn't with his grandniece, and she felt aroused by the taboo of his beard brushing her cheek as he kissed her eyes, then went lower and gave his attention to her neck while giving her quiet pelvic thrusts; this while the soldiers chanted, "¡Todo-para-todos!" "¡Todo-para-todos!" "¡Todo-para-todos!"

Then the venerable purser propped himself up on his arms, where he gave her his candy-store boyish look as he smiled down on her and began pounding her, giving her the full benefit of his old-man strength as he ravished her under the profound, mystical contemplation of her free-moving breasts, fascinated by those youthful nipples that kept up their wine-brown dance under the dancing lights of torches that seemed there for a pagan wedding.

Consuelo noticed he had blue eyes with faint freckles on and around his nose. He was no Mexican! More like Irish, with hair that perhaps used to be red during the years of George Washington and Daniel Boone. The man was old, ancient, but the pounding he gave her was a young man's. Head-bobbing, she whimpered on and surrendered to his impetus, further loosening her body as to minimize the strain upon her.

"¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!"

"¡Toro!"

"¡Toro!" "¡Toro!"

The soldiers now chanted "¡Toro!" as Kris Kringle pounded Consuelo indeed like a bull. His beard was white, but his deep thrusts scored the same heavy hits as a black breeding bull inside the whimpering señorita. The old Irish-looking purser kept it up for what felt like a half eternity. He did not come. Consuelo endured the punishment with her arms aimlessly wandering about her fanned out hair.

After the longest time, the venerable lover pulled out of her and rolled her over, where he took long loving strokes on her derriere, licking her damsel's buttocks, giving the hot time of night with generous slobber on her moons, which he brushed with his long beard and saluted with gentle nose pokes. She felt the taboo right down to her bones while the troops kept chanting, "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!"

Once her buttocks where well Irished with his drool, Kris Kringle grabbed her hips and motioned her up on her knees while she remained face down on her elbows. He stood again on his knees and used his hard beast of a cock to gently cane her protruding butt, before sinking it back where it belonged and began to pound her again, this while the brave Mexicans kept chanting, celebrating his breeding prowess like men praising the matador in a corrida.

"¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!"

Somehow, musicians showed up and began playing guitars and sang a ballad about an old depraved monk who loved maidens while Kris Kringle gave the most acoustic amplification as he battered Consuelo with the butt-flattening grunts she was clearly made for. Under the starry sky and the bright torches, the valiant Adjutant celebrated the pagan wedding with music and songs as the cock-happy soldiers chanted on. "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!"

Consuelo now begged the old man to please, please get over with it!

But the brave purser wasn't done. If anything, his pounding grew more ferocious as he kept at it along with the guitars where the singer was recounting how the brave monk became a brigand and raped the daughter of some rich merchant before his men took their pleasure inside her as well.

Kris Kringle had trouble reaching his final point of flourish, although his erection was phenomenal in its stiffness and endurance. Feeling he needed a tighter hole to reach the bliss he was longing for, he asked God for His forgiveness as he pulled out from her, only to re-enter inside her anus!

The guitars re-played the ballad, now with Consuelo's tortured screaming for added spice, while Kris Kringle went down her chimney and gave it a most thorough sweeping, grunting like a breeding gorilla as the guitars played on and the soldiers chanted--louder than ever...

"¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAA NNHAAAOOOOOOOOOOO NAOOOOOOO AAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" the tortured girl screamed.

"¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!" "¡Toro!"

At last, at long last, Kris Kringle gripped her hips with a madman's strength, making her wince with added pain as he drove her golden-lit buttocks against him and passed his long-awaited edge. At last!

He looked up to the sky and pushed one long, far-reaching scream as he exploded with bliss and then some more bliss inside her. His proud bolts of sperm flooded Consuelo's rectum before he pulled out and spewed two more bolts, thick and creamy, that gave a lovely pooling gift on her highly praised curves. She still felt his hands upon her as he caressed her waist, and then her hips, her thighs... The old bugger was out of breath, but certainly not out of affection.

"Oh, by the way, I'm David Fraser, and I'm happy to finally meet you, Señorita. Unfathomably so," he said in flawless English while a bugle boy helped him back on his feet while congratulating him for his great performance.