The Blue Cantina

by Paul Blades

  “When he’s done, he will fuck you,” was all that the emotionless servant said. He turned and let himself out of the room.

  Carlos watched him go and then turned his eyes on the bound, naked young woman on the bed. His grin expanded as he surveyed her delights. “We’re going to have a good time, conchita,” he said. His chest was barrel shaped and covered with a mat of thick, black hair. He had a slight paunch to his belly. His thighs and arms were heavily muscled. The hair on his head was black and stringy and reached down to his shoulders. He looked about 30 or 35 years old. His nose seemed like it had been broken several times and his brown eyes were set wide apart. His skin, like Anna’s, was dark, but with a tanner hue than hers. Anna’s hands squirmed in their confinements and she let loose a wail.

  “Don’t cry, petita,” Carlos said as he approached her. His cock was hard now and Anna saw that it was thick and long. “You’ll like my prick. After you take it down your throat, I’ll make you come with it. All the putas love it.”

  He sat down on he bed next to where Anna knelt, helpless and disconsolate. He took hold of her heavy breasts and caressed them softly. “Ohhhhhh, what pretty titties you have,” he said, his voice heavily accented. His tone was an approximation of sweetness, which did nothing to allay Anna’s distress. “It’s too bad they’re all marked up like that. You’ll have to learn to be a good girl from now on, eh?”

  His face was inches from Anna’s and she caught a whiff of his coarse breath. “Oh, god! Oh, god,” she thought. He leaned over and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. The pull of his broad lips caused her breast to tingle and her teat harden. He slurped at it hungrily before shifting to the other. His large, hairy hand held the breast firmly, squeezing it tightly as he suckled on the stiffened nubbin. “Mmmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. “Your titties taste good, my little whore,” he said when he emerged. “Yesterday, when you sucked off Mr. Devlin my cock was as hard as a rock. I couldn’t wait to get the chance to stick it in you. I’m going to fuck you until your eyes roll over. But first, I’ve got to give you your cocksucking lesson.”

  The strong Hispanic man took hold of Anna’s arm and pulled her from the bed. “Get on your knees,” he told her.

  Miserable at her fate, Anna sank obediently to the floor. He swung his legs out so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was poised between the man’s thick, hairy, muscular thighs and his cock jutted out towards her face. He took hold of her finely trimmed, jet black hair and pulled her mouth towards his prick. Anna looked up at him dolefully, her lips distended in a grotesque, circular grimace.

  “First we need to get all warmed up,” he said. He positioned his manhood in the middle of the ring that distorted Anna’s mouth and guided her head forwards. Anna’s hands strained at the loops that held the tight to her waist. Her stomach roiled and her heart started to pound in her chest. She felt the cock roll past her tongue and she braced herself for the piercing of her throat. She whined and her body stiffened.

  “Not yet, pretty birdie,” he said, noting her reaction. “I’m going to enjoy your pretty, little mouth a little first.” The man began to slowly urge Anna’s head back and forth over his cock. “Mmmmmmmmm, that’s nice petita. Your mouth is good and hot.”

  Anna was squeezed between the man’s powerful thighs. Her head was tilted slightly downwards so that the man could have ease of penetration. The thick rod slid back and forth over her tongue. She tried to calm herself, but all she could think of was the fact that he was shortly going to subsume himself in her to his length and she would choke and sputter. His right hand had a relentless grip on her hair. His left ran over her head, down her neck and over her shoulder. It was rough and calloused. He shifted it under her torso and took hold of her breast, squeezing it hard. It was painful and Anna gave out a whine of unhappiness as she absorbed the pain. He took her nipple between his fingers and pinched it until she moaned. “You like that little birdie? You like it rough?”

  Anna tried to give an answer refuting the man’s suggestion, but the cock in her mouth and her distorted lips allowed her only to make a piteous moaning sound. She tried to pull away from the hand that held her head prisoner, but his grip was like a steel trap and she only managed to strain the nerve endings of her hair.

  “Calm down, whore,” the man said as he continued to plow her mouth. “You don’t want me to have to slap you around do you? Or maybe you would, eh? Does that get you hot?”

  “Mmmmmmmmmm!” Anna moaned. She knew that violence simmered just below the surface of the man’s veneer of pretended politeness. She ceased her struggle and gave in to the force of his powerful paw.

  Carlos had picked up his pace and the cock was banging against the entrance to her throat. He had freed her tortured nipple and now had hold of her head with both hands. “Here it comes little whore. I’m going to slide it in nice and easy. Just relax and let it happen.”

  Anna felt the cock pass the end of her mouth and into her throat. The bulbous head felt huge inside her. She balled her hands into fists and her body shook with fear. “Ga-ahhhhhh!” she moaned as the cock blocked her air passage. “Ga-a –ahhhhh!”

  “Relax, putita,” the man said. “You’re going about this all wrong. I’m going to leave it in for a minute and then I’ll pull out and let you have a breath.”

  Carlos left his cock lodged motionless in the back of her mouth. The head was just past the opening and Anna felt like she was going to throw up. She tried to calm herself like she had been told. There was no use, really, struggling. The man was going to do it anyway. And struggling just made it worse.

  A full minute passed, at least, and Carlos slowly drew his cock back until it was just out of Anna’s mouth. She gasped for air. “Good work, putita,” he congratulated her. You’ll get the hang of it. Here it comes again.”

  The cock passed through the circular opening that was her lips and moved slowly but surely across her tongue and again to the back of her mouth. She felt the fat head push her throat open and enter it. He went a little further than before. Anna choked and sputtered. “Ga-a-aaaa!” she moaned. He held her still for a long time. This time, she had taken a deep breath before he entered and she was able to tolerate it a little better.

  “Goooood! Goooood!” the man exclaimed. “Let’s leave it in a little longer, eh? See how much you can take.”

  Anna quailed at the man’s statement. She had already been running out of air. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut and her hands jerked and strained at their bindings just above her waist. The cock was a heinous presence in her mouth, hot and soft and hard all at the same time. Her jaw ached from its forced extension and not being able to close her lips to manage the use of her mouth made her feel sick with despair. She began to get desperate for air and moaned and groaned while the man held her head firmly pressed down. The thick intruder filled her passageway. Her mouth was overwhelmed with his hot, salty taste. She strained to keep her position, but her lungs were screaming and her body was rebelling against its strange invasion. “”Mmmmmmmmpf! Mmmmmmmmpf!” she pleaded. She tried to pull her head back, but the man’s grip was too strong. “Mmmmmmmmpf! Mmmmmmmpf!” she moaned again.

  Suddenly, the man pulled her head off of his loins. The cock sprang free and Anna took a long, desperate breath of air. Tears were streaming down her face. The man allowed her two deep breaths and then entered her again.

  Her lesson continued on and on. Carlos alternated between short, tolerable lodgments in her throat with long, agonizing ones. After a while, the passage of the cock past the end of her mouth became easier, the presence of the huge mass of flesh in her esophagus more tolerable. He began a steady rhythm of slowly exiting her mouth and then thrusting firmly back into it until her face was pressed against his belly. He began to moan with pleasure. “Ahhhhhh, you’re doing good!” he called out. “You’re a natural! I’m going to come in your throat now. Take it like a good whore!”

  Anna braced herself for the man’s discharge. He pressed his co
ck down as far as it would go, further than he had pierced her yet. She felt the hard roundness slide into her throat. The man’s cock was long and she found it difficult to believe that he had fit it all inside her. His hands held her head down firmly and he pushed his loins against her face. “Aaaauuuuugh!” he called out. “Aaaaaauuuuuugh! Aaaaaaaauuugh!” Anna could feel his meat pulsing and jerking in her throat. It was as if the cock had come alive inside her. His hot sperm coated her throat and slid down into her. She gagged and choked, but resisted the urge to try and pull away, to escape his grasp. She had done that yesterday and it had resulted in a beating. If Devlin used her mouth again this way, she wanted to be able to avoid his ire.

  It took a long time for the man to come. He continued to announce his pleasure in deep, throaty groans. Anna was frantic with the need to breathe. Her head began to swim and she felt like she was smothering. Finally, the man, having reached the end of his ejaculations, pulled his meat from her. He drew her head back and peered into her face. She was panting wildly in an effort to regain her breath.

  “Buena, putita!” the man yelled out. “You fucking did it! Now that wasn’t so bad was it? You’re a good little whore!”

  Anna felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Her cheeks were awash with her tears and her body was still shaking from her ordeal. But she had done it. She had taken the whole thing and made the man come. The next time that Devlin fucked her throat, she would be able to accommodate him.

  Carlos was rubbing her head gently. The heat of his hands was comforting. Anna looked up into his face. Now that the worst was over, she was able to see the man in a different light. He didn’t look so bad after all. He was just doing his duty. Maybe he wasn’t all that mean.

  “Now get up on the bed so we can have a good fuck, petita,” he said to her. He took her by the arm and helped her to her feet. She crawled up onto the bed. He took her in his arms. He began to stroke her body. He ran his hands over her hips and thighs and over her back and neck. He leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth, suckling it tenderly. Pushing her down on her back, he kissed her breasts and then took hold of them in his mighty, scarred hands and massaged them while he shifted his lips back and forth between her nipples, teasing them with his teeth and running his hot tongue over them.

  Anna felt her passion rising. A part of her wanted to revolt against his manhandling of her flesh, but the rest of her wanted desperately to have the man’s cock inside her. Hadn’t she earned a good fuck? Wasn’t that her reward for taking his cock down her throat?

  Carlos paused long enough to release the infernal device that had held her lips distended so grotesquely. When he pulled it free of her mouth, he placed his fat lips upon hers and slid his tongue inside. Anna welcomed the intruder passionately. She pulled at her bound hands, wanting to draw the man’s body onto hers, to clutch at his broad shoulders . He ignored her efforts and continued with their impassioned kiss while his hands roamed freely over her body. She felt his hand run across her belly and slide over her love mound. He took possession of it, tracing a line along the interior of her labia until her moisture allowed him to ease a thick finger inside. She spread her legs in welcome as he caressed the inner lining of her crevasse. His body was laying against her and she could feel that he had resumed his hardness. She wanted his cock, but was afraid to say so. Silence was ingrained in her now.

  The man continued to caress her loins while kissing her fervently. He rubbed her stiffened bud gently until she moaned. He drew his lips back from hers. “You ready for me, petita? You ready for my cock, eh?”

  “Yessssss!” Anna moaned. “Oh, yes, fuck me, please!”

  The Latino shifted his bulk until he was between her outstretched thighs. He used a hand to guide himself to her portal and slid his fat cock home. Anna groaned with pleasure as he filled her. He gave a deep, satisfied grunt and began to thrust himself madly. Anna raised her knees and circled her legs around the man’s thighs, pulling him deeply into her. “Oh, god! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” she called out to the little room.

  Anna had never been fucked like this. Carlos pounded his hips into hers, stroking his cock along the depth of her crevasse, drawing it across her pleasure bud. His hands grabbed her head and he retook her lips. When his tongue was inside her, fervently scouring her own, he reached his arms down and lifted Anna’s thighs until she was almost doubled back against herself. His cock plunged deeply inside her.

  She came at once. Her pussy throbbed and spasmed and she screamed her pleasure into Carlo’s mouth. The man paid her groans and shouts of excitement no mind as he continued to slam away at her electrified hole. Her first orgasm was followed quickly by a second. She waived her heels in the air while he continued to pump away. He pulled his lips from hers and his body tensed. “Here it comes, whore!” he shouted. “Here’s something for you! Take my spunk, whore! Take it!”

  Ann’s eyes rolled back in her head as the cock began to pulse and jerk inside her. She could feel his sperm spilling into her womb. Her pussy’s fierce contractions began again and she moaned loudly. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me!”

  When the man’s motions slowed to a stop, Anna’s pussy was still reverberating from her orgasms. Her heart was thumping in her chest and she struggled to regain her breath. Carlos’s chest was heaving. She looked up to see his broad, toothy grin. “Now that’s a fuck!” he called out to her. “You’re a hot little whore. We’ll have to do this again, eh?”

  Anna did want to do it again. She cursed herself for her wantonness, but she could think of nothing better than fucking the strong, coarse Latino man over and over. She remembered suddenly the camera on the wall and she realized that her lascivious display would be on film. What would Devlin say? He would undoubtedly laugh and taunt her. She began to rue her outburst of passion.

  Carlos ignored Anna’s sudden sullenness. His limp manhood slid out of her quim and he released her uplifted legs. “Time to go, petita,” he said. “We’ll do this again some time, eh?” he repeated.

  Anna lay there sullenly as the man began to dress. When he was finished her ordered her to get up. He released the belt around her waist and freed her hands. Anna felt wobbly on her feet. “Turn around,” he ordered her.

  Anna realized that the man was going to tie her back up. She wanted to beg him not to. It was heaven to have the use of her arms and legs. But she knew better than to protest.

  The man retrieved her leather bindings and joined her wrists together tightly. “Get on the bed,” he ordered her curtly.

  Dispirited at the resumption of her servile status, Anna obeyed. She lay on her belly and crossed her legs in anticipation of he man’s demand. He joined her ankles together. She heard him rooting around in the dresser and looked over. He was searching for something. He pulled out a leather belt with a thick, leather prong attached to it. It was shaped just like a penis.

  “Now this is a gag!” the Latino exclaimed. “You don’t want that little ball thing when you can have this!’ he said gleefully. He showed it to Anna. She grimaced at the thought of having it in her mouth.

  “Please don’t,” she whined in a little, plaintive voice.

  “You’ll like it, putita,” he retorted. “It’s just like a real cock.”

  He leaned over the prone woman and proffered it to her mouth. Anna turned her head away in protest. “Please don’t put that in me,” she whined. “Please.”

  Carlos took hold of the hair on her head. “If you don’t want a whipping, you’ll open your mouth like a good little whore,” he said. His voice had a hard edge to it. Anna sobbed and turned her face to him. She didn’t want a whipping. Nothing was worse than that.

  The callous Latino pressed the tip of the penis like gag against Anna’s lips. She opened them sadly and he pushed the cruel device home. Anna felt it fill her mouth and moaned. Her buckled it tightly around her head driving the leather prong deeper into her mouth. “How’s that feel, eh putita,” he asked her mockingly. “It’s not as good
as mine, I know, but you can think about the next time you blow me while you lay here. I was gentle this time. Next time we’ll have some real fun.”

  Anna moaned in misery. The ball gag had been bad, but this was much worse. The man was right. She would be thinking about cocks and blowjobs and how the men had callously used her mouth all the while she laid waiting for someone to free her. When she saw the black hood in the man’s hands, she moaned again. She would be in darkness once more.

  When the hood was pulled tight around her neck, Anna heard Carlos open the drawer to the dresser. He came back to the bed and she felt her bound legs being lifted and drawn up towards her head. He tied something to her joined ankles. He then took them and fastened them to her wrists. He was hogtying her!

  Anna’s shoulders strained as her arms were pulled back behind her. “Ooooooooom!” she called out from behind her hood in protest. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeou!”

  “Now that’s the way to tie up a whore,” Carlos announced happily. He pushed her over to her side with his strong, calloused hands and ran them over her breasts playfully. “See you later, putita,” he said.

  Chapter Six

  It was about an hour later that Vincent came for her. The time had crawled by slowly and Anna’s shoulders and hips ached from her confinement. Carlos had been right. This was definitely worse than merely having her hands and feet bound. There was no comfortable position. Having the faux penis in her mouth was a constant reminder of the cocks that had visited it over the last two days. She cursed the Hispanic limo driver for his unnecessary cruelty.

  “This is how a whore should be tied,” he said. Well, she was a whore wasn’t she. Why shouldn’t she be treated like one. But even whore’s had rights, didn’t they? Why she had to be treated so dismally, she didn’t know. She had done everything that was asked of her. She wondered miserably if she was going to be constantly available for the driver’s use. It was another reason to take Devlin’s money and run. She had a couple thousand dollars saved up. She could make a new life somewhere, somewhere where Devlin would never find her. Couldn’t she? But he seemed so powerful. Wouldn’t he find her eventually? And what would happen then? Her treatment so far told her that the consequences of running would be severe indeed. Hobson’s choice, that’s what she had: no choice at all. Suffer now or suffer later.