Commanchero

[PumaSue]

Susana Peralta


Senior Jean Batard, Susana's Master, called over the other frenchman. He approached carrying the U-shaped jade dildo.

“Monsieur, educate Senortia Peralta in its use.”

Monsieur Claude came to where Susana was bound and knelt down before her naked and spread body. His fingers stroked her newly shaven vulva and played with her holes roughly before taking the jade U-shaped dildo and slowly inserting it into her vagina and anus. Susana screamed as the cold hard object was forced into her. Claude laughed and then pushed harder.

Blood was slowly making its way down Susana's lower body. She moaned loudly and her eyes were squeezed shut as the man called Claude drove the dildo deeper into her two holes simultaneously. The crowd of Commancheros whooped loudly as if the blood represented some sort of victory. Her agony was their pleasure. The blood from Senior Batard's hard slap still filled her mouth.

Claude pushed the tool further into Susana's womb and rectum with each thrust. Her legs, which were already aching and burning from being stretched so far apart, began trembling violently causing them even more pain. She knew she was bleeding, she could feel the warm blood oozing down her inner thighs and legs. The water from the bath had dried, but now her body was covered with her own sweat.

To add humiliation to the injury Claude squeezed on Susana's nipples causing her to scream out. He then leaned forward and began to suck and bite on them while still shoving the U-shaped dildo in and out of Susana's holes. Soon blood began to leak out of her breasts. The men screamed out their approval as she came close to fainting again.

The roar of the men, the pain from the hard jade pushing up into her already bruised and battered holes, the man sucking the blood from the bites on her nipples....it was more than her mind would allow her to take consciously. As her mind began to shut down she saw him. She saw Senior Batard watching the scene as if he were in a trance. His eyes fixed on her eyes.

She looked at the Commancheros as her vision begin to fade. Those primitive animals had their cocks in their hands...some already having cum onto the ground. Susana felt weak...they still had not let her eat. Yet somehow there was something in her stomach that came up as she suddenly vomited. With disgust she realized it tasted like the sperm from the men who had raped her mouth the night before.

Claude immediately stood up and back-handed Susana hard because her vomit had landed on his head and shoulders. The men surrounded them roared with laughter. Her right eye immediately began to swell and soon Susana could not see out of it, but still with her one eye she could see Senior Batard approaching her again. Shivering with fear and weak with nausea Susana blacked out again. Her last thoughts were of her father.

 

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“Bonita you have disobeyed me and now you will suffer.”

Jean Marie Batard lips brushed Susanna’s his took possession of her mouth his hands toyed with her young firm breasts exciting them, teasing them igniting fires of passion her mind my deplore but her lush young body eagerly embraced. A sharp whistle and the Commancheros came running gathering about the young beauty..

Wash her mes amies, with your tongues, wash every square inch of her body, wash where ever your tongues will reach , feast on her flesh. But , Jeans voice carried a stern warning that he would tolerate no deviations from his orders, do not mare her in any way.
Her drew two Navy Colt 36’s from his belt and cocked them both

He sat their passively as the 30 men carried out his orders and the bound golden haired beauty was betrayed by her sinful lust full body, and the crowd of indos grew ever larger.

When Susanna’s body had been rocked by countless orgasms, Jean Marie Batard took water Jar from an Indo, two rubber came from the bottom.

Another Sharp whistle and Susanna was alone her body trembling on the edge of a orgasm that was slipping from her grasp Jean inserted on tube in he sweet violated sex, the other pushed pass her dark rose the jug was filled with warmed water and Susanna rectum and pussy where filled.

The tubes where then taken from her and her sweet dark rose had a plug inserted to hold in the warm soapy water and like wise a dido was plunged into her yearning pussy The light glinted off the sharp point of the needle and as it pierced her most delicate of places Jean inserted the clit ring then removed Susanna’s butt plug and the dildo from her spasming sex.

 

[PumaSue]

Susana Peralta


Susana hung limply on the triode that was made with the three 6' poles. Her hands were tied up above her head and her her ankles were spread wide and tied to the poles. She had just been ravished by the horde of Indios. All chaos had broken out as they fought each other for their preferred positions and parts of her body. But as long as they did not mare her Jean just sat back and laughed as they fought over her body.

The warriors mouths were all over Susana as one might think of a school of pirahna closing in on its prey. Their hands dug deeply into her body and grabbed at her as if she were a rag doll. Susana screamed and cried, but they paid no heed to her pleads for mercy. As they "cleaned" her Jean just stared at the scene as if he were highly aroused by it. Susana hated him and knew she would never feel anything but hatred for her captor.

As if reading her mind the frenchman whistled and the 30 warriors were suddenly off of Susana leaving her gasping and her clit throbbing from being sucked for so long and by so many. After Jean cleared the area he proceeded to fill her vagina and rectum with warm soapy water then plugged them up. Susana gasped and felt as if she were going to explode. The need to expel them was strong and Susana moaned and groaned until she saw the needle in the frenchman's hand.

Jean grabbed Susana's engorged hardened clit and thrust the needle through it. He then took a clit ring and hooped it through the bloody hole he had just made. He then unplugged the barriers that held the water inside of her vagina and rectum. Susana screamed, cried, shivered, trembled, and buckled as her lower extremities buckled with pleasure and pain.

"You are a horrible son of a dirty whore and I wish my father would have killed you when he had the chance! As he did to your pig of a father!" Then Susana spat into Jean's face and continued to cry.

 

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" You are a horrible son of a dirty whore and I wish my father would have killed you when he had the chance! As he did to your pig of a father!"

The proud aristocratic beauty spat her words at me, my hand wipes her spittle from my face.

"Bonita your pride will be your undoing chere"


My voice was even soft and calm.

"Mes Ames leave her alone do not touch our proud golden haired senorita."

My fingers cruelly twist her puckered nipple as she screams my mouth claims hers, and just as suddenly I break the kiss.

"Chere no one will touch you till you beg be to be my whore."

I left her chained spread eagled in the morning sun and all departed the kiva leaving the proud Spanish beauty alone to the mercies of the soran sun.

I sat in the shade dozing .

 

[PumaSue]

Senorita Susana


An eternity seemed to pass as Susana hung chained and spread-eagle on the wooden stakes, the blazing sun beating into her flesh as if it too were one of her captors, out to take it's ruthless pleasure from her pain. Her nipples were still sore from the frenchman's cruel twisiting and her freshly pierced clit throbbed with pain and she could feel the blood trickle down into her vagina and down her inner thighs. She could feel the heavy clit ring pulling down on her wounded nub.

She wondered how long she could continue her resistance to Jean Batard, her hated captor, and her father's enemy. Actually her father thought he was dead. Susana started to envision seeing her father and his men riding into this northern New Mexican mountain camp on their stallions, weapons drawn, and slaughtering the frenchman and all his Commancheros. She smiled at the thought until it was interrupted by the snoring of the frenchman who sat nearby in the shade. How she hated him!

Susana then remembered the times Jean had made tender love to her. After she had been raped by 3 of his Indios. He made love to every part of her body and it gave her such pleasure that her body exploded with a pleasure she never knew possible. She recalled his gentle caresses, his deep kisses. She had to admit he did have a soft and tender side to him. If she were to give in and say what he requested maybe all this pain and humiliation would stop. He left her hanging there with this ultimatum:

"Chere, no one will touch you till you beg me to be my whore."

As the hot tears made their way down her sun burnt face she realized she had no choice. She would surely be left there to die if she didn't give into his demand. To die of starvation, or by a wild beast that might come in the night and attack and eat her. He may have a tender side, but he was overall a ruthless, cruel man who wanted his revenge on her father for killing his own. She had told him she wished her father had killed him too and now she was paying the price for her loose tongue.

Jean yawned loudly and lazily opened his eyes and looked longingly at Susana. She looked directly into his eyes. He had beautiful eyes that betrayed what cruelties he was capable of. Yet they somehow melted her insides when he looked at her in such a loving way.

"Senor Batard, I wish to talk to you," she said softly since her throat was still sore from the oral rapes and lack of water. "Please, come."

As the frenchman slowly stretched and stood up Susana couldn't help but remember how his hard naked body looked and felt on hers. It excited her and her nipples started to pucker up and she cursed herself. He smiled as he walked up to her and noticed her swollen breasts. He then looked her full in the eyes and waited.

"Senor, I beg of you to let me be your whore."

Feeling humiliated and broken she couldn't look into his face anymore and hung her head down and sobbed.

 

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"Senor Batard, I wish to talk to you,"................"Please, come."

The golden haired beauty's voice a soft choked whisper a tear trickled down her velvet cheek, My eyes held hers. I swept her supple form her nipples puckered her firm young breast stand proud her his a gentle swell he abdomen flat and smooth, her beauty chaste and innocent despite her trials.

""Senor, I beg of you to let me be your whore."

Broken, humiliated, Susana Peralta, child of privilege, hung her golden head in complete subjugation and sobbed.

I lifted her chin my eyes soft a tender ness and sorrow deep with in the. my lips brush hers, her bounds slipped, her lithe young body in my arms.

"Mes Ames leave her alone, do not touch our proud golden haired senorita,......................................for she is my Corazon, my Bonita."

Cradling Susana in my arms, the lost child held close, again I carrier her to the cool shade of the kiva and my bed roll lay her upon the blankets.

"Be my whore then Bonita and pleas me."

I laid down by the spent beauty's side and held her close.

 

[PumaSue]

Susana Peralta


It felt great to be off of that horrible scaffold. I was feeling tired and sore all over from all that sexual abuse Jean Batard had ordered done to me. By both his Canadian men and Commancheros. Yet here I was in his arms, my captor's arms. He wanted me to please him now.

"Be my whore then Bonita and please me."

All I wanted to do was sleep in the warmth and security of his embrace. He held me close and I clung onto him. I was still naked. He had taken off his clothes also. When his hand wandered down to my newly pierced clit I cried out. He slid down between my legs and gently licked the blood off of it. It hurt, but I knew he was being as gentle as he could be.

His mouth explored my whole bottom region. Licking, kissing, sucking. He even pulled on the clit ring with his teeth. I cried out again. He looked up into my eyes as I looked down at him with tears falling down my face. He got up onto his knees and spread my thighs farther apart, his eyes still locked on mine. I knew what he was going to do and I began to tremble.

My vagina and anus were still sore from that jade dildo that his two men had used on me earlier, and my clit throbbed with pain as if it were going to explode. He slowly crawled over me and held the tip of his penis against my sore clit and rubbed. I moaned loudly. He quickly brought his mouth down on mine and continued to rub himself up and down my vagina and clit. I cried into his mouth as he kissed me.

I know I was supposed to be a good whore, but I couldn't help but struggle when he suddenly pushed his cock all the way into me with one hard thrust. He easily held me down as he continued to plunge himself deeply into me. I squirmed and tried to expel him from my vagina. His thrusts became more passionate and his kisses rougher and deeper. He held my arms over my head with one hand.

We both knew my clit was bleeding again and it seemed to excite him more. He hungrily suckled and squeezed my breasts as he thrust harder and harder into me until he let out a loud moan and then slowed down his pumping until at last he was finished and collapsed his weight on me. This time I was in too much agony to have any erotic reactions of my own, but I knew I would eventually get used to the pain. I would have to.

He fell asleep on top of me with his cock still nestled inside of me. He had let go of my arms and I wrapped my sore arms around him and fell into my own deep slumber.

 

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Jean made love to Susana Peralta. It was tender in his way; demanding and he knew she had to submit to survive.

Morning came and he rolled from the young beauty. He kissed her awake and then gave her bare backside a mighty smack.

“Bonjour Ma Chere…….. Bonita get dressed.”

Jean tossed a very tight booster of Mid-night black to the young teen beauty a riding skirt slit to almost the waist so every time she moved her upper thigh was laid bare, then a pair of ridding bots that fit like a second skin.


After Breakfast the camp broke, the Navajos going their way and Jean and his men their way, west then south to Mexico and the slave markets.

Susana Peralta was set on Jean’s horse just in front of him and she rode like that for three days as he let her young body heal. On the fourth day after the noon break Jean Felt the need for her youthful body as his mount ambled along in the afternoon sun Jean eased his ridged cock from his breeches and slipped it under her skirt it nudged the crack of her firm ass and he nibbled her ear. Mount me Bonita and be ridden his hands still loosely holding the horse’s reins cupped Her firm proud young breasts and Jean Batard began to awaken those sensitive little buds and Bring Susana’s body to life , building a need in the young captive girl

 

[PumaSue]

Susana Peralta


"Mount me Bonita and be ridden"

Susana gasped as she felt Jeans cock slide along the crack of her ass. With his hands cupping her breasts she slowly lifted up her backside up so that Jean could have easier access to her bottom. The question in her mind was which hole was he going to take? His hands massaging her breasts felt soothing and pleasing. She felt her nipples become hard.

Due to his harsh punishments none of her holes were virginal, yet she hoped he wouldn't go into her ass due to the tightness of it and also to the size of his cock. He continued to run his cock along her exposed genitals as she began to get weary of leaning up waiting for him to chose his hole. Yet she felt herself becoming aroused and wet...anxious.

Susana squeezed the horse's sides tightly with her thighs keeping her ass raised waiting for the "ride" to begin, but she had to ask her captor a question that was burning in her mind. One that was bothering her very much. She twisted back towards him as the horse rambled on and asked:

"Senior, are you going to be selling me off at the slave market? Will that be part of your revenge against my father?"

 

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Jean could feel Susana’s body responding to his touch, and smiled for her training was coming along quite well. He knew the anticipation the strain was heightening ever never in the young beauty’s supple body.


She turned half in the saddle her innocent eyes shining up into his.

"Senior, are you going to be selling me off at the slave market? Will that be part of your revenge against my father?"

Jean made no answer to her question but brushed her lips with a kiss. And let his cock slip into Susanna’s moist Pussy. The rhyme of the horse’s gait drove him deeper into the young blonde beauty that she had ever been penetrated the tip of his cock bumping the top of her womb, the rolling gate of their mount delighting her entire sex. The teen’s nipples where hard as diamonds , her areolas puffy. Jean’s fingers teasing, pleasing and expertly imparting unbelievable pleasure. His breath hot, moist , stirred the stray hips of hair at the nape of her next. Jean delighted as her youthful body arched in easy, her firm breast thrust into his hands, he coaxed out repeated orgasm from the young woman till she was nearly mindless in her sensual joy and then he slipped from her grasping pussy into her dark forbidden rose. And the deep penetration brought a knew kind of sensual joy to the confused teen and he switched from one hole to the other till at last he came deep with in her womb.

“Bonita your fate is in your own hands………but your innocent young eyes will be opened Bonita.”