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"Desert Heat"  part 2 of 2  (part one was posted earlier)
   by A. G. Thomas


As I sit looking down on the Hacienda, I think back to my young
bride and our last night together. The story she told me would
forever be burned into my memory. I write her words as best as I
recall, as well as the events that followed, to the best of my
recollection, in case something should happen so that someone,
somewhere will know what happened to my wife and I.

With Juan's arm about my waist and his hand cupping my right
buttocks, we entered the bar, surrounded by the others. As his
fingers squeezed and playfully pinched my right buttocks, the
memory of the ride and of how Juan and Joseph had kissed my lips
and throat while running their calloused hands over my near-naked
body was fresh. And now the thought that I was going to be the
only white girl in a bar filled with horny Mexicans, along with
the memory of how my legs had parted, as if in anticipation of
this moment, allowing Joseph to finger my cunt while Juan tweaked
my nipples, as his tongue tickled my tonsils, sent a shiver
racing up my spine. My naked hips swayed seductively beneath the
black spandex micro-mini I had chosen to wear, and my pussy lips
felt wet with anticipation, yet fear at the prospect of being
sold like a common tramp to an untold number of dark, swarthy men
who would use me in ways I could only imagine.

The sound of my 4 inch heels as I entered made every head in the
bar turn. Just beyond the doorway, I stopped. My thighs quivered
and my nipples hardened, feeling for all the world as if they
would poke through the thin material as I looked at the
twenty-five or so men undressing me with their eyes. My heart
fluttered and my throat became dry. What you and I had known
would eventually happen was here, but instead of feeling panicky
or frightened, as all properly raised teenage American females
would have, instead I felt eagerness.

I tried desperately to understand my contradictory feeling. Then,
as the farmers drew closer, their faces aglow with twinkling eyes
and smiling lips, I knew. My eagerness was to show Padro and his
compatriots that I now accepted my role as their whore, willingly
taking these smelly dirt farmers into my young tender white body
and giving them more pleasure in one night than their wives or
families had given them in a lifetime. A flame ignited in my
uterus, slowly spreading outward and upward until my breasts too
felt as if they were aflame, and as it grew hotter and larger, I
moaned in wanton lustful passion.

Turning my face from the farmers I looked into Juan's twinkling
eyes which seemed to say, "Show these dirt farmers that the pesos
they give us to fuck you are well spent. Give these dark skinned
peasants more pleasure and enjoyment than they ever dreamed
possibly as you wrap your legs about them and they shove their
cocks into your hot tight snatch."

And then, with another squeeze of my right buttocks as if
confirming what I had seen in his eyes, I felt almost dizzy with
desire to do his bidding. Leading me to the bar, Juan turned me
to face the questioning, yet eager, faces of the farmers, whose
body odors, from working in the fields all day under the hot sun,
assaulted my senses. Juan's fingers slipped beneath the hem of my
micro-mini, slowly pushing the tight clinging material of the
skimpy skirt higher on my hips. Padro was talking to them, and
without understanding their language I knew what he was saying.

As Juan's fingers continued pushing the clinging material
teasingly higher until it was about my waist, showing the farmers
that beneath my skimpy skirt I was naked, and that for a few
pesos they could get pleasure from the pussy of a young pretty
gringo.

Then, lifting me to the bar, he placed his hand to my thigh,
squeezing lightly, indicating I should spread my legs. Several of
them came forward to touch my thighs before sliding their hands
to my pussy, visibly making my body shudder each time one of them
pushed a stubby, calloused finger into me. Others came forward
and soon my halter top was removed and beard-stubbled faces
pressed against my tender breasts as teeth nibbled and pulled on
my nipples. Repeatedly their stubby calloused fingers twisted and
probed deep into my cunt.

As I sat there, with widely splayed legs, unmoving except for
quivers racking my body as their fingers and mouths played over
my near-nakedness. I thought of you and the life we had planned.
Then I saw myself for what I had become. A whore, a cheap slut
that would willingly let her body be used for whatever degenerate
or immoral purpose Padro or his compatriots could envision. No
matter how depraved, the constant use of my mouth and pussy and
finally my asshole to satisfy Padro's and the others sexual
fantasy of turning me, a seventeen year old blond American, into
their personal whore to use whenever they wished, had come to
full fruition. As I sat atop the bar, shivering from the touch of
their fingers and with anticipation at the prospect of being
fucked by over twenty smelly dirt farmers, I realized their
fantasy had begun to bear fruit three days earlier, though maybe
they hadn't even thought of it the first time they had used me to
satisfy their lust on that dusty road beside the gas station with
you watching.

Again, with you watching, while tied to a tree, more blooms
blossomed, as, in the flickering firelight, I serviced all eight
of them eagerly with my mouth and cunt. Their hard muscular
bodies and throbbing cocks had my mind screaming in rapture and I
found myself praying they would never stop using me to satisfy
their sexual hunger and cravings. More blossoms burst forth when
I paraded before them in clothes that only a slut would wear,
seeing in their eyes the knowledge that until that moment I had
tried to deny. And then as I stared into their faces while
sitting in the lap of man after man as each used my cunt I could
see by their expressions that lust and cock-hunger were evident
on my own face. But not until Petri and then Padro had pushed
their hard dark cocks into my ass did I surrender completely.

The protecting wall I had built with our love for each other
shattered into so much rubble as their hard throbbing cocks
stretched my anus and rhythmically bored ever deeper as if
searching for my soul as I screamed with a pleasure I had never
known existed. With my mind soaring heavenward as their cocks
used my rectum for their perverted pleasure I surrendered myself
to them as with choked gasping breath I told them I was their
whore to use as often and however they wished forever. I realized
at that second that Padro and the others had indeed made me a
whore, their whore, and that I would willingly let them drag me
even deeper into whatever pit of depravity their minds could
conjure. My mind wasn't working properly, my thoughts and
memories were mixing, flying apart and then blending together
again only to fly about before shattering as I sat atop the bar
with seemingly dozens of sweaty, calloused hands caressing and
prodding every curve and swell of my petite young body.

I felt like a fish out of water as my heaving chest strained with
the effort of my lungs to take in air. I was light headed and my
vision dimmed as I began hearing strange choking sobs and a voice
pleading for someone, anyone to fuck her. I thought it strange
that another American could be in the bar, but yet at the same
time a fresh thought over-rode the first one and I realized the
voice I was hearing was my own. I felt hands pulling me from atop
the bar and, as I sank to the sawdust-covered floor, I saw pesos
being pushed into Padro's hand. As my legs were pulled apart, and
a man fell between them, sinking his cock in one swift hard lunge
into my cunt, I thought I heard an English speaking voice say
that the fucking whore had more than one hole. My mind raced with
the thought of all those sweaty dirt farmers eager to use my body
for sexual relief, eagerly giving Padro their hard earned money
for a few short minutes atop my beautiful young body as I
wallowed on the sawdust floor. The musky odor coming off the men
surrounding me, as well as the one rutting between my widely
splayed legs, was like an aphrodisiac and, as the first man shot
cum into me and was replaced by another, I screamed joyously. I
can't tell you how many used me as I lay on my back with my legs
pushed back until my knees touched my shoulders allowing them
unhampered access to my cunt.

After what seemed likes minutes, but may have been hours, I was
turned to my side and a leg lifted to a bar stool, as I was
sandwiched between two men. As one of them pushed his cock into
my cunt, the other pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed his dick
against my tight, crinkly anus ring. And as pleasurable sounds of
lust and want issued from my throat, because of the wonderful
feelings the duel penetration was giving me, a cock silenced my
cries as it slipped between my slack lips. My petite body was in
constant motion as cocks pounded into every orifice and, after
what seemed only a second, began flooding me with cum, only to be
replaced by another. Orgasms racked my body constantly and I
unashamedly gloried in each one as I was used simultaneously by
three cocks time and again. Padro and his compatriots had
achieved their goal. I had become their whore, their slut, to use
however they wished, even selling me for a few pesos to dirt
farmers and anybody else willing to pay. Padro didn't lie. He
sold me to all twenty or thirty men who were in that bar."

And then she fell silent, still holding me to her bosom while
gently rocking. With tears misting my cheek, I whispered I loved
her and that somehow, someway I would get her from them. But she
never heard me. She closed her eyes and had drifted off to sleep
with a smile creasing her lips. For the rest of that evening and
the next day they left us alone except to bring us food. More
than once, we lay in each others arms with me kissing every part
of her body, as if trying to remember every detail of her petite
form with my lips and then I would make love to her. Slowly and
tenderly, as with all my will power, I tried to prolong our love
making and to show her that she was not the whore that she had so
willingly called herself, or let herself be used as.

But the self esteem I was trying to help her regain was nipped in
the bud before it could begin to grow. After better than 24 hours
together, they came and got her, with Padro winking at me, saying
that shortly, I, along with other special guest he had invited,
would be given a show by his little whore, and he hoped that it
would please me. As the hours dragged by I worried about my wife
and what this cruel fucker was going to make her endure. With
still no knowledge of what my wife might be enduring, I fell into
a restless sleep, thinking that I heard a faint cry of pain
followed shortly by a scream of wanton joy. As the next day
dawned, I heard voices from what sounded like a dozen or so
Mexicans, along with several English speaking people coming from
the court yard. An hour or so later the door opened and, to my
surprise, my wife, instead of one of the men who held her in
servitude, stood before me, and with a sultry voice told me to
follow her.

She looked as radiant and beautiful as the day we were married.
As I looked at her face, everything about it was perfect. It was
as if she had just come from a beauty parlor, her pale flaxen
hair hung in loose curls about her shoulders like she wore it the
day we were married and her face had just the right amount of
make-up, highlighting her beautiful lips that were glossed with
the reddish shade she liked so much. She wore a wedding gown, but
instead of the long ankle length one she was married in, this one
fell only inches below her crotch. Beneath the shimmering
translucent, frilly material it was evident that she only wore a
garter belt, and the cinnamon colored stockings with the 4 or 5
inch heels combined to make her appear devastatingly sensual.

Following her from the room, I was surprised when, after only a
short distance, she opened another door and entered. Once inside
I was taken aback from the splendor. The room was like a fairy
tale princess' bedroom with a huge bed standing in it's center.
The mirrored walls made it seem as if the room was larger than it
was, giving it a bright airy appearance and the lace covered
canopy blended and matched the frilly coverings of the windows
and my wife's skimpy wedding gown. Two monstrous Great Danes lay
at the foot of the bed and when we entered, they slowly rose,
pushing their snouts to her hands, licking her fingers and then
left the room. Without a word she led me to the bed and then,
taking me into her arms, she kissed me passionately. Stunned both
by the room we were in as well as the clothes she wore and her
actions, I stood there stupidly unresponsive. But, as she pulled
me to the bed, wrapping her leg about my own, while still probing
my mouth with her tongue, any questions and befuddlement I had
fled and I began to kiss her back; glad once more to have her in
my arms.

My hands ran along her thighs and slim waist to her breast and,
within seconds, my fingers were unfastening the bodice of her
wedding dress, freeing her perfect 34 C's to my grasping hands
and hungry mouth. As my lips closed about her nipple, sucking it
into my mouth, my teeth nibbled tenderly at its tender flesh,
bringing loud gasps of pleasure from her throat. As I continued
to lavish kisses to her breasts and suckle her nipples, she
whispered into my ear that she loved me. I was too excited to
understand everything at that moment, as she whispered that soon
I would be free and that no matter what happened, when all
attention was on her I should run. As what she said dawned on me
I raised myself above her, looking askance into her eyes, when
all of a sudden all hell broke loose. Suddenly Padro dressed as a
Spanish Noblemen burst into the room, followed by the huge Great
Danes and a large barrel-chested Negro whose skin was so dark it
had a bluish sheen to it. The Negro pulled me from my wife's
arms, holding me aloft, as Padro accused my wife of taking a
stable hand to her bed on their wedding day.

What the hell did he mean, his wedding day, and what the fuck was
going on? As the Negro held me aloft by my shoulders, shaking me
like a rag doll, I saw from the corner of my eye the small red
light of a video camera, indicating that everything was being
filmed and suddenly my wife's words made sense to me. In my heart
I knew what was going to happen but, as it unfolded almost like I
imagined it would, I was still stunned. With what looked like a
riding crop Padro lashed out at Sharon, lacing her thighs and
breasts with thin red welts, as he called her a whore and a slut,
saying that if it was other cocks she wanted on her wedding day
then other cocks she would get. And then he turned to the Negro
who, while still holding me aloft, yanked at his pants, freeing a
midnight black cock over a foot long. I had never in my life
thought a man could posses an organ so huge and the damn thing
wasn't even hard yet. The dogs were jumping about whining and
yelping, and as the barrel chested Negro stepped toward the bed
throwing me into a corner near the opened door, he twisted his
fingers into the flaxen curls of my wife's hair pulling her face
and upper body toward his huge, semi-hard organ as the dogs in
their excitement leaped to the bed, pushing their muzzles to
Sharon's tits and between her parted legs. I could see the dogs
excitement as their tongues lapped at her exposed flesh. Their
cocks poked from their sheaths, growing harder and longer by the
second as Padro yelled that since his gringo bride preferred
cocks other then his she would service his Negro field hands and
animals like the whore she was. With one hand pulling my wife's
face to him, the other fell to her thigh squeezing it, and the
contrast of their two skin colors was like night and day.

One of the dogs jumped between her opened legs, his hips pumping
madly, as he tried to push his dick into her cunt, just as the
Negro's dark cock pushed against my wife's lips, she uttered a
single word, "Now." Bolting to my feet I ran as if the devil
himself were after me, knowing that in doing so I was leaving the
one person I loved most in the world to the mercy of a depraved
group of Mexicans. But as she had promised she would, she had
made it possible for me to escape.

I wandered for almost two days before finding help in crossing
the border, and then I wasted more than two weeks as I talked to
government officials, both American and Mexican, trying to get
them to find and rescue my wife. But the fate of one American in
what they term the global scheme of things is not very big on
their agendas. Especially when that person was a cheap slut that
fucked animals and groups of men and derived great pleasure from
her depraved acts as one of the American diplomats so aptly put
it when he produced a tape. Waving the tape before me he said it
showed my wife deep throating a coal-black Negro while being
fucked in the ass by two large Great Danes.

Throwing the tape on his desk he laughed, saying it also showed
the slut being fucked in the ass by the Negro's foot long cock,
while sucking the dogs off till them came. Opening a drawer he
threw several more tapes on his desk saying that my wife had been
a busy little slut, and then, looking at the titles, he put one
of them into the VCR, telling me with childish glee and a smirk
that it was one of his favorites. As the video started I couldn't
help but notice that her figure was still the same petite one I
had so loved. My wife was dressed in an almost non-existent
cowgirl outfit, the skirt barely covering her crotch and tight
cute ass. The fringed vest was open enticingly, showing her small
but perfectly shaped breasts and nipples, looking for all the
world as if they were begging to be sucked. The jist of the tape
was that my wife was in a stable grooming a horse and as she bent
over while brushing it's flank a group of five Mexican peons
entered the stall and proceeded to ravish her while she was still
bent at the waist.

As her face repeatedly pushed into the horses belly as they
thrust into her, the animals cock began to grow and soon over a
foot of horse meat hung swaying in front of her. The men,
thinking this funny, pressed her face to it, telling her to suck
the horses cock, as the horse too was horny and, with much
talking and gesturing on their part, the men soon had my wife's
lips around the horses cock. As they continued to thrust into her
from the rear, her small hands encircled the throbbing horse cock
and soon she had her mouth stuffed with over six inches of two or
three inch thick animal cock. With the animals cock glistening
from her saliva as she slurped wantonly on the monstrous cock,
more men entered the small stall bringing the number to about
nine. As they too fucked her, she continued to slavishly suck on
the animals cock and, as the horse came, the camera shot in,
showing the gushing semen dribbling from between the thick cock
and her tightly stretched lips as her throat muscles worked to
swallow the horses cum. And then, with her still wearing her
little cowgirl outfit, the men tied her face down on a weight
bench-like contraption, and with her face almost to the ground
and her ass about three feet in the air they guided the horse
over her. The men had the horse rear up till his forelocks were
on the bar over her and then guided his still dribbling cock to
her cunt.

Pressing the fifteen plus inch dark cock to her cum drenched
pussy lips, the men jabbered excitedly as the horse pressed
forward slowly, sinking inch after inch of almost fist size cock
into her. The camera shot in for a close up, showing her cunt
flowering open as the head pressed against it and then her pussy
lips tightened around the monstrous cock, caressing it lovingly,
as a guttural moan wafted from her lungs. Her cunt lips seemed to
be nibbling and sucking the animals dick as it sank relentlessly,
ever deeper into her belly and then the camera panned back. As
the final couple of inches sank between her cunt lips and the
horse began moving faster, my wife, with hair flailing about and
hips lunging upward to meet the pistoning cock began screaming
for the horse to fuck her as the men laughed, calling her a
gringo slut and horse fucker.

When the film ended the diplomat pushed his face to mine, telling
me I was foolish to even think of rescuing a slut who, as anyone
could plainly see, derived great pleasure and enjoyment in
servicing and being serviced by groups of spics and animals,
especially animals with huge dicks. I felt like killing the sick
son-of-a-bitch. This was the type of person good tax dollars paid
to help American citizens if we needed it. Taking the tapes from
him I threw them to the floor and stomped on them telling him
that after I found my wife I was coming back and if he were still
here I would stomp his ass just like I had the tapes. Turning
from him I walked from the Embassy. I was on my own. I couldn't
expect any help from my government. Selling everything my bride
and I owned, along with borrowing what money I could from
friends, I purchased guns and a 4 wheel vehicle. For almost a
year now, I've traveled deeper into Mexico, following every rumor
of a blond gringo whore. And now as I sit in the hills
overlooking a Hacienda waiting for night to fall, I'll finally
get my chance to keep the vow I made to a young bride so long
ago, when I held her in my arms and with tears in my eyes pledged
to always love her, promising that once I escaped I would return
and save her or die in the attempt.


                        -- The End --


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