Commanchero

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For CG Raven & PumaSue read along and enjoy.

Commancheros rough wild renegades neither native nor European outcasts of society. White men that trade with the Apache, Navajo, and Comanche supplying them with Muskets, powder, and shot. Yet this is not the worst of it they buy captives of raids for the slave market in Mexico, the United States, and fro buyers from foreign lands. They respect neither the laws of man nor of God.

The year is 1840 Mexico has one its freedom from Spain, the Republic is ruled by the iron rule of General Santa Anna and that rule has already cost Mexico Texas. Texas is no a Yankee Republic and relations between the two countries has them on the verge of war as the Republic of Texas is petitioning to become Part of the United States.

Yankee traders are coming down the Santa Fe Trail in ever increasing numbers, The Texas Rangers have chaste the majority of the Commancheros from the Staked Plains, New hunting grounds are needed.

Jean Marie Batard sits astride of the roan mustang, the Navajo war party approaching. Gifts are exchanged, freely given, and then Jean Marie Batard tells of his need he needs women, Yankee or Spanish They must be young and fair of form the slave traders will be coming soon.

Together they ride out ride north towards Taos.

 

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Senorita Susana Peralta


"Don't go beyond the hacienda's gates, there are Indios and Gringos who would take you in a second if they had half a chance!"

Susana Peralta didn't like to listen to her father's warnings. She was a headstrong, naive girl of 18 and even though she was his eldest daughter he worried about her the most. Don Pedro Peralta was a widower and had his hands full with the large hacienda and with his 4 daughters.

Susana was the spitting image of her mother. Beautiful with large golden eyes fringed with long black eyelashes, long golden hair, and a large senuous mouth. Unfortunately, Susana also had a full-figured body like her mother and that worried Don Pedro the most. Even the men who worked his hacienda couldn't keep their eyes off of her.

"We are safe here in Taos, Papa! There are soldiers nearby. You worry too much!" That is what she always replied to her father. Today Susana wanted to go find the young wolf she had spotted from afar the other day. She knew she had a way, a gift you could say, with animals and might be able to get close enough to pet it.

The men who worked for Don Pedro knew better than to try and interfere with Susana. She was beautiful, but she also had a temper like her fathers. She could turn violent very quickly and lash out at them if they tried to keep her within the hacienda's gates. She told them that if they told Don Pedro of her roamings she would tell her father that they had tried to seduce her and that is why she fled into the woods. They keep silent and let her leave.

Susana waited until her father had gone into town to do some banking. Waited until her younger sisters were busy with their tutor. She was determined to go off into the forest and find that wolf pup that had stared back at her as if it wanted her to come and pet it. Susana mounted her favorite black mare and rode off towards the forest.

 

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Three days the war party winds its way up into the Shinning Mountains, their horses short nimble crude in comparison to the Yankee’s horses of the east or the cutting horses of the Vaqueros, but the little mustangs where tough, bred to this wild country by nature herself and they would go the distance when no other could.

Jean Marie Batard thoughts wandered, back to the stories of his father, and his father’s father. The family had been in North America sense 1609 they had followed, traped, traded for the beave; the was a Batard in the Shinning Mountians before the English where even settled in the north. They had been forced west byy the British conquest of 1760. The British then the Americans had taken all that was theirs The Spanish had killed his Father for trading down the Santa Fe Trail. Jean was just a young man then but the Captaino de Lanceros Cut down his Father and had left Jean for dead

Captaino Don Pedro Peralta




The little party finally halts high up the mountain side in the cover of the Ponderosa Pines. Below nestled in the high valley was the hacienda of Don Pedro Peralta. Jean Marie Batard was a patient man He had waited for Peralta oldest daughter to reach the full bloom of innocent young womanhood, he had heard the stories of her fierce pride and flashing temper. She would become the instrument of his revenge.

The little black mare picked her way up into the high country above hacienda. The golden haired beauty drew rein, and swung down from her saddle unaware of their presence. She seemed transfixed with a young wolf pup, her mare, she had wandered off a bit, not liking the wolf scent.

Suddenly the wolf pups ears shot strait up its nose in the air and it turned and ran as two Navajo warriors broke from cover 20 yards from the young beauty.

 

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Susana Peralta


Not knowing at first what to do Susana's first instinct was to run in the same direction the wolf pup went in. Having done that she found that she couldn't keep up with it and got tangled up in the brush that the pup easily sped through.

Scratched up and bleeding from some of the thorns in the bushes Susana finally collapsed and tried to lay as flat as possible hoping the two warriors wouldn't find her. The wolf pup was long gone and everything around her seemed very still and quiet. Too quiet.

Why hadn't she gone for her mare, she scolded herself. The thorns had not only scratched her legs and arms, but had torn much of her favorite riding dress. Papa was going to be furious, but she would handle him when the time came. She could always handle his anger. Hopefully she would be back at her families hacienda soon.

Suddenly Susana heard footsteps approaching. Holding her breath she closed her eyes and prayed to the Blessed Virgin Mary that the two Indios would have given up their search for her in this deep, thick forest. Maybe it wasn't even her that they were after. Maybe they were after the wolf pup's mother...wanted her pelt.

Seemingly out of nowhere a pair of hands grabbed her hair from behind as Susana screamed and tried to twist around and kick at her attacker. As she was turning her body around she felt something hard hit her on the side of the head. Then everything went black.

 

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Jean Marie Batard Watched as the golden haired beauty went quickly to ground. She was no fool. He watched, she lay very still as the two Navajo warriors came on slow, steady and deliberate in their movements. He smiled to himself for this beauty h knew noting of the other two warriors that even now closed in on her. Would she run, one grabbed he by her golden mane, yet she scream, kicked, and bit like a catamount cornered till the but of his knife came crashing down on the side of her head. Quickly they gathered up their prize, a warning gun shot form the Hacienda, the Vaqueros gathering and the raiding party made a hasty withdrawal fade into the mountain

Safely in their mountain wide away in the Navajo pueblo Batard has the proud beauty brought to him. There is a fierce pride in the young girl’s eyes as she is held captive between two Navajo, the bodice of her blouse torn in her futile struggle revels the smooth alabaster cure of her breast.


“Senorita your name?’

His riding quip trace the curve of her firm proud breast the leather caressing her skin, then trailing down following the sensual curve of her youthful form to catch the hem of her riding skirt and gently begins to flit it to expose her riding roots and the curve of her café.

“Your name”

All eyes, Navajo, Commancheros are on the captive beauty.

 

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Susana Peralta


Feeling dizzy still from that hit to the head Susana tried to orientate herself to her new surroundings. Her eyes darting around quickly she soon realized that she had been captured by those two Indios that she saw earlier. She felt blood trickle down the side of her head and onto her neck.

But who was this man asking her her name. Struggling to get free from the grips that each Warrior had on her arm Susana felt the the white man's riding crop fondling her breasts and exposing her skin more than it already was. She began to kick wildly at the gringo and his crop.

One of the Indios grabbed her by the hair and yanked Susana's head back in an effort to control her rage. The men around her began to laugh as she groaned in pain and that just infuriated her more. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she tried to control the pain and humiliation she was feeling.

"Arrrrrggggghhhhh, let me go you filthy bastards!" She spat at them violently.

"Your name?" the one who seemed to be in charged asked her again. He seemed very calm, very sure of himself. All became quiet when he spoke. One of the warriors loosened his grip on Susana's hair and held her head forward.

"I am Susana Peralta, daughter of Don Perdro Peralta, owner of the the biggest hacienda here in Taos. He will kill you for taking me like this!"

Again the men surrounding her laughed. All except the white bossman. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stared at her exposed flesh. Angered by their laughter Susana renewed her struggle with the two Indios holding her. The leader started to come towards her.

"Who are you and what do you want with me? My people will be searching for me soon. You will all pay for this!" Soon the white bossman was standing right in front of Susana.

 

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"Arrrrrggggghhhhh, let me go you filthy bastards

The fury of her pride amused Jean Marie Batard the way she kicked out at them, the way she spat her words out, and her Castilian pride, a pride that must be curbed.

"I am Susana Peralta, daughter of Don Pedro Peralta, owner of the biggest hacienda here in Taos. He will kill you for taking me like this!"……………….."Who are you and what do you want with me? My people will be searching for me soon. You will all pay for this!"


Jean Marie Batard fingers entwined in Susana’s golden locks he snapped her head back crushed his lips to hers and boldly explored the sweet taste of her mouth, then broke the kiss and stepped back out of range of her wildly kicking feet.

“Senorita you where the daughter of Don Pedro Peralta…………………………. For you Senortia that life is over.”

Jeans voice was soft and measured there was a quite assurance to it,. Then a series of rapid commands and the Navajos looped a lariat around each of Susana’s wrists,

Soon she was hanging from a beam the tips of her boots barely touching the ground, any movement brought the full weight of her body to cruelly bare on her arms. Batard’s riding crop catches the helm of Susanna’s skirt and to the laughter of the assembled men he lifts till her creamy alabaster thighs are exposed to all.

“Very nice Chere very nice indeed………………………..Yet I wish to inspect all of my property…………………….Strip her amigos………..strip her naked.”


And the gather assembly of men closed in on the hapless Susanna as Batard watched.

 

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Susana Peralta


"Senorita, you were the daughter of Don Pedro Peralta...............For you, Senorita, that life is over."

The Frenchman's words cruelly sunk into Susana as harsh and as painful as the ropes tied around her wrists. It didn't even sink in for a few moments that he was again using his riding crop to expose her skin. Until the loud snickering and laughter erupted her thoughts.

"You can never take my heritage or my family away from me!" Susana screamed as the mob of men closed in around her, each grabbing a piece of material in their hands and ripping her clothes away from her body. At least they didn't paw her, she thought....but she couldn't think the same about the cruel Frenchman as he stood back and watched.

Susana was never modest about being naked in front of her sisters or servants, but this was horribly different. As her eyes met the eyes of the men surrounding her she saw carnal lust and sin in their eyes. Closing her own eyes she began to pray to the Blessed Holy Mother again.

Again the burst of laughter erupted until the leader told them something in some foreign language and all were quiet again. Feeling someone close behind her Susana opened her eyes wide, but couldn't see the French leader anymore. A pair of hands reached around the front of her naked body and clamped down on her breasts.

"Arrrrrrggggghhhhhh, don't touch me! My father will have your lives for this!"

Suddenly the hands pinched down hard on Susana's nipples making her cry out. Struggling just brought more pain as she tried to pull away from the man behind her. His soft laugh brought chills throughout her body. The men in the group began touching their groins and continued to stare at Susana as she hung from the beam helplessly.

 

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"You can never take my heritage or my family away from me.

She spat the words at Jean there was fire and pride in her eyes as she spoke, she played the grand Dame to the hilt.

Jean Batard only smiled as the men slowly striped Susanna. He could not help but laugh as she devoutly screwed her eyes shut and like a very good little girl prayed to Holy Mother Mary.

“Mes enfant jouer avec la belle femme.”

Jean circled the hapless senortia her eyes closed her lips silently moving in prayer. He cups her proud young breast cruel rolls her nipples between thumb and fore finger then a sharp pinch of the tender buds.

"Arrrrrrggggghhhhhh, don't touch me! My father will have your lives for this!"

Again Batard pinches the sensitive flesh of Susanna’s nipples. His breathe is hot, moist, it stirs the whips of golden hair at the nape of her neck. When one of Jean’s men fingers traced Susanna’s soft neither lips a tear rolled down her unblemished cheek and Jean Marie Batard laughed softly.

“Monsieur’s we have a lady here of one of the oldest families in Mexico. Unhand her.”

He nibbles her ear lobe and his touch though demanding now encourages Susanna’s body to respond.

Senorita Peralta I always want you to remember who you where, but Chere as I said that life is forever lost to you.

Jean Marie Batard gave a quick series of orders, Nothing in her life could of prepared Susana for what was to come next. Her riding boots where cut away, a long wooden pole was brought in her ankles grabbed, her legs pulled cruelly apart till there was nothing more to give. Her ankles then bound in place. lines pulled down on that pole, Susana’s body was stretched as tight as a bow string, and she was now naked, spread eagled and defenseless.

Susanna was displayed in all her naked glory and then it began. A man came up and fondled her breast and started to suckle it, another did likewise, then she felt a tongue licking up her inner thigh, climbing higher and higher it did not stop, when it reached her virgin folds but cleaved them in two and entered her. then ther was a sharp pressure upon her dark forbidden rose.

Batard’s voice soft subtle almost parental at her era.

‘ Umm Chere you are so tight but no matter I shall take care of that.”

The 1st of three fingers pierced Susanna’s most forbidden orifice.

 

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Susana Peralta


Susana had always dreamed of the day when her husband would take her most prized possession: Her virginity. She longed to marry Miguel Fernandez. Now here she was, hanging and spread-eagle, being mauled by 3 men at once and that bastard Frenchman had just broken through her chastity! The sharp pain was so unexpected that when she flinched one of the men suckling on her breast moaned out as she did.

As Susana groaned out in pain she could feel the blood drip down her thighs. She was ruined now. No decent man would ever want her now. Oh, my Miguel, she thought to herself, where are you now? Where is my father? What has happened to my life? She had felt the tear and pain inside of her and knew she was no longer a virgin. She was no better off now than a whore.

Her legs were spread so far apart that every breath from the Frenchman at her vulva felt like a hot, gusty wind. She felt him lick at her inner thighs some more. Was he licking off the blood? The bastard was more vile than she thought. Then without warning a second finger was pushed up into her causing her to again cry out in pain. "Stoooppppp! You are hurting me! You have no right to do this to me!" The group of men laughed.

"You men will all go to hell after my father and his men cut your throats out," Susana screamed even as the tears rolled down her face. She felt more blood leaking out from her and that dirty tongue lapping it up again. The men on her breasts suckled harder and pulled on her nipples with their teeth as she wailed; their hands grabbing at her butt cheeks.

After a couple of minutes Susana noticed that the men in the room were all quiet as if under a spell. Susana looked over at them and saw that they had their penis's pulled out and into their hands. Just as she was beginning to yell something at them she felt the third finger plunge deep up into her. The thickness of the three of them entering her together was unbearable.

Her yell turned into a loud piercing scream as she threw back her head and passed out.

 

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"Stoooppppp! You are hurting me! You have no right to do this to me”………………………"You men will all go to hell after my father and his men cut your throats out,"

Susana screamed even as the tears rolled down her velvet cheeks, Jean Batard had taken the proud aristocrat’s virginity in the most callous manner without even the reward of an orgasm. He feasted on her crimson virginity, and worked his fingers into her tight little vulva, her labia where stretched wide and now his tongue lashed her clitoris till blood engorged it stood proud from its hooded hiding place. then he found what he was searching for. The third finger had proven to much for the petite beauty and she had swooned but not even this stopped Batard.

“Mes amies leave me alone with her for the moment I promise that each of you shall sample her charms………… But first something special for Bonita.”


Batard’s laughter echoed throughout the kiva, his head dipped again to Susanna’s golden quim his fingers stimulated the most illusive rough patch in her moist silken perfection till it throbbed and her sweet honey essence ran freely down her alabaster thighs and the tip of her little pink tongue moistened her parched lips. Jean Marie Batard brought the semi conscious Susanna to the very brink of ecstasy held her on the tittering precipice till she had fully regained consciousness then plunged the innocent girl over the edge to her first mind rending body shaking climax, again and again he forced violent climaxes on the bound golden haired beauty letting each build on the other till her sweet supple figure glistened in a fine sheen of sweat.

 

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Susana Peralta


Susana awoke to a feeling that she had never felt before. Her body reacted on it's own.....convulsing, shaking, buckling! Crying out to this new sensation she soon realized as she looked down that it was that bastard Frenchman and his mouth on her privates! He was moaning and roughly clenching and squeezing at her butt cheeks as he seemed to hungrily eat from her body. His mouth and tongue probing, plunging, licking and sucking.

Convulsion after convulsion rippled through Susana as his mouth assaulted her insides. It was almost unbearable, but incredibly wonderful at the same time. He was exhausting her energy and as she climaxed, one after the other, twisting as the ropes at her wrists burned into her flesh. Her legs were also trembling and that made their stretched out separation even more painful. She was helpless and that made her humiliation worse. She didn't even have a chance to stratch out his eyes.

"Por favor, please stop," she cried as he continued to suck on her previously untouched female spots. "Mmmmmmmm! Noooooo!" Susana was totally out of control of her own feelings. As she moaned and groaned he just continued his oral attack. Looking around she saw that they were alone. Where had those other pigs gone to? To hell, she hoped. Soon they would all be there. Susana was sure of it.

After what seemed an eternity of convulsing and buckling the Frenchman stopped and stood up. Looking directly into his face, so close to hers now, she could see her blood on his lips and cheeks. She could smell her own musky odor on his mouth. He smiled at Susana and began to caress her face and hair.

"You are a filthy, sick animal and you will surely die a slow painful death," Susana screamed at him and then spat into his face. "My father will kill you personally!" She began to shiver as the sweat on her body began to evaporate. He then gave his soft laugh again.

 

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"Mmmmmmmm! Noooooo!"

The young innocent blonde senorita body twitched and withered in ecstasy and Jean knew that this humiliating bedrail by her own youthful body must gall the proud young beauty

When she hung limply in her bounds her blond head lulling from side to side. Jean finally relented. His face was now only a breath away from Susanna’s


"You are a filthy, sick animal and you will surely die a slow painful death,"


she then made a critical mistake in her stubborn pride, she spat into his face

"My father will kill you personally!"

Susana’s supple form began to shiver as the sweat on her body began to evaporate. Jean wiped the spittle from his face then gave his soft laugh again. There was no humor in that laugh and then suddenly he struck like a catamount from cover his fingers in snared her silken, golden lock and he cruelly snapped her head back the pain must have been intense for as Susanna opened her mouth to scream, Jean Batard claimed her mouth as his own his tongue devilled deeply into her sweet moist mouth it took indecent liberties, the finger of his other hand impaled Susanna’s sweet sex and he diddled her as she twitted away from his kiss and he bit her lower lip drawing blood.

“Bonita you have too much pride for your own good.”

He paused and just smiled at her.

“Mes amies d’ici……..coteau”

The men returned and again circled the bound beauty a man with a scared face handed Batard a wicked looking knife, he pulled the pins from Susanna’s hair and smiled as it cascade down around her shoulders in a shimmering golden waves.

“You are no longer a virgin Bonita.”

And Batard hacked her golden locks to just above her ivory shoulders. Next he turned to the three Navajo warriors. She is yours for the evening mes amies do with her as you will but do not leave her with child for then she would be worthless to me all else you may do.

“Bonus notches senorita Peralta

 

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Susana Peralta


The Frenchman's tongue raped Susana's mouth while his fingers cruelly clawed at her vagina. Then he bite her! Spitting out her own blood, Susana again aimed it at the Frenchman's face.

“Bonita you have too much pride for your own good,” he had said with a evil smile.

As he started hacking off Susana's hair she could not believe that after all those years of letting her hair grow it was all being taken away in just a few terrible minutes. Her father took such pride in her golden locks. It was admired by so many. In shock and disbelief she just stared into the Frenchman's face as he continued his punishment upon her.

“You are no longer a virgin, Bonita,” he had told her. Then he called his Indios in and told them she was theirs. That brought Susana out of her shock as she watched that pig of a Frenchman walk out leaving her alone with the three warriors. They smiled at her as her eyes widened and her breathing hastened with fear.

They were large and looked as if they would easily kill her if provoked, unlike the Frenchman who seemed more civilized in his own brutish way. Tears welled up in Susana's eyes as they untied her from the beam she was hanging from. They left the pole that bound her legs far apart in place as they laid her down on the ground.

With her hands free Susana felt at her newly shortened hair and cried. The warriors laughed at her and then they all sat down on the ground next to her. One of them took her arms and pinned them down above her head. The second one pushed his animal-skin thong to one side and with his hard-on in hand climbed between Susana's legs and rammed it deep inside of her already sore and bloody vagina.

"Aaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhh," Susana moaned as he plunged into her and then pulled almost completely out and then rammed it in again. He leaned forward and covered her mouth with his as she cried out, thrusting his tongue deep into her immitating the rhythm of his penis. She tried to push it out with her own tongue until he grabbed onto her hair roughly. She went limp as he had his way with her.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity to Susana until he screamed and pulled his penis out of her and shot his seeds all over her breasts. The other two laughed as Susana cried and moaned in disgust. The third Indio who was observing leaned over and started to lick and suck the sperm off of Susana's breasts. He then put his mouth over hers and grabbing her cheeks let it spill into her mouth.

Susana groaned while she gagged and spit it out. The Indio who had given her the sperm then back handed her hard, stunning her. The one who was holding Susana's arms let go of them and then rolled her over onto her stomach. While still in a daze and in shock she watched as the warrior who had just raped her took his place at her head and held her arms up over her head.

Feeling the Indio's penis poke at her anus brought Susana out of her daze and brought a loud scream to her lips. He reached over and clamped his hand over her mouth just as the Frenchman walked back into the Kiva.

 

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Jean heard the girls scream, and came back to the Kiva, just as the young golden haried teen was rolled on to her belly he was the cum dripping from her swollen labia and his face grew dark and threatening, Mon fere, I give you a gift the use of Bonita and you violate my trust I am sorrowed.

He did not scold them nor treat the Indos other than some one would treat a brother yet they backed off. Yet if this is not the way a lady is treated, she is not held down she is placed upon her hands and knees,. And so Susana was placed the three spoke in hushed tones then spoke to Jean,

“Show us how the Spaniard takes his woman”

You must help my friends.

One was placed to lash Susana’s golden pussy, the other to hold her head up The third under Jeans direction started to rape her virgin derrière, When she screamed the third thrust his penis down her throat. The hapless girl was pulled on the cock raping her ass then on to the cock raping her mouth and her innocent body jerked at the delightful sensations of her tongue lashed pussy Jean Marie Batard, coached the indos to violate the trapped girl in every way possible

Each one took his turn to rape her mouth, her Ass, to eat her pussy and when the girl lay there exhausted and humiliated Jean bent down to whisper into her ear.

“Have you learned yet the folly of your pride ?.....................Or shall I have my 30 Commancheros teach you more humility?”

There was a long pause.

“Bonita you are my little slut, obey me in all things and life will be good, diobey and you shall be punished..”

Another pause.

“Bonita who are you?”

 

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Susana Peralta


Laying there exhausted and sick and feeling like she had been dragged by wild horses, Susana looked up into the Frenchman's face and wanted more than anything to grab it and scratch it and spit on it, but.........

“Bonita, you are my little slut, obey me in all things and life will be good, disobey and you shall be punished..”

“Bonita, who are you?” With a sob in her throat she looked away from him and flatly stated, "I am your slut, senior!"

The thought of having the 30 other Commancheros doing what the last 3 warriors had just finished doing to her was just too much for Susana. All of her holes felt torn and abused. Seeing the amusement now in the Frenchman's eyes she screamed, "I am your SLUT!!!" The Indios laughed heartily.

Susana rolled over, not caring that all of her rear end was exposed, and wept. She knew now that what that Gringo Leader had said was very true. Her life as she had known it was over...it was gone. Now her new life was beginning and it was truly a horrible one. If she had a chance she would end it. This was worse than being alive.

Laying there in the hay, thinking about what the Frenchman had told the Indios earlier in the day: 'do not leave her with child for then she would be worthless to me .' What had happened to that order? Each of the warriors had cum inside of her. And in front of him as he watched and guided them! Would she end up with a half-breed child?

He was an evil, horrible man and Susana wondered why he hated her.

 

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Jean watched as the proud golden haired beauty lay broken her pride stripped from her as surly as her garments had been. He knew the hatred that must rage in her young soul to be so cruelly raped to lose her virginity not on her marriage bed but displayed like some common tart and on a mans hand at that.

He let her sob for an hour then Jean Marie Batard returned to Susanna, he carried a pottery jar with warm water, a towel over his shoulder. He knew if this proud daughter of his enemy was truly to be his slut he must serve her needs as she would serve his.

“Bonita roll over on your back now.”

His voice was soft now yet still there was the air of command.

Jean began to Bathe Susanna at first he was silent and just let the warm water and soap sooth her.

“Bonita you where very brave, as brave as you are beautiful, and desirable.”

Again there was silence between them. As Jean’s hands could deliver unimaginable pain they could also with the simplest of touches bring unimaginable joy. jean had taken an hour to bathed the bruised and soar Susana. He had said obey me in all things and life will be good, disobey and you shall be punished..”


“Bonita stand and hold the ropes that bound you.”

His voice now low deep and resonate with his sheer physical power and presence. He took a jar of suave from his pocked and worked it into the palms of his hands then Jean Marie Batard began to anoint Susanna Peralta supple body. His hands traveled everywhere bring joy and soothing relief.

Again the question though this time none but he and she where there.

“Bonita who are you?”

 

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Susana Peralta


“Bonita roll over on your back now.”

Slowly Susana turned over and closed her eyes as the Frenchman worked his hands over her body. He washed away the filth that the others had deposited into her. He took his time and was very gentle with her. The warm water felt good as he cleaned her most private areas. A soft moan escaped from her lips.

“Bonita you where very brave, as brave as you are beautiful, and desirable.”

Susana's eyes popped open and looked into the eyes of her captor. Was there something in his voice besides the contempt she had been hearing all day. He was staring back at her. A softness had come over his face.

“Bonita stand and hold the ropes that bound you.”

After Susana slowly and painfully stood the Frenchman began to rub an ointment he had taken out of his pocket into her flesh. His hands were strong, yet careful. Susana couldn't help but feel pleasure from them. Her mouth fell open as she felt him carefully rub and massage her breasts and buttocks with the cream.

They were alone in the dark Kiva. Susana started to tremble and she wasn't sure why. She opened her eyes again and looked down at the Frenchman. He seemed entranced with the massaging of her. Slowly he looked up at her and asked that question again......

“Bonita who are you?”

The Frenchman stood up and Susana looked up into his determined face. Why was he asking her this again? She wanted to say that she was the eldest daughter of the famous soldier and hacienda owner don Pedro Peralta, but she knew that was not the answer he was seeking.

With her eyes still locked with his Susana slowly and breathlessly said, "Senior, I am your slut." She quickly looked down in shame and......passion. Passion? Feeling confused and dizzy Susana began to black out again.

 

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Soft unbidden moans and sighs escaped Susana’s parched lips as Jean Marie Batard bathed her.
Her stunning emerald green eyes where locked on his held captive by the passion that flashed in his gold flexed hazel eyes. he had humbled her pride. Had forced her to scream out her new reality in front of the Navajos.

Now again the question this time alone just the two of them in the darken kiva.

"Senior, I am your slut."

This time her answer was not screamed but a breathless whisper in their dark solitude. Her eyes quickly lowered but not before Jean saw the smoldering passion there.

Susana began to swoon yet Jean swept her up into his arms ad his lips brushed hers. that kissed lingered and deepened till they share the very breath of life. And then he broke that kiss as he laid the golden harried beauty upon his bed roll.

“Oui Chere you are my slut but………………….also my Bonita, de Corazon.”

Here was a pause how long in that darkness with the fire’s low light flickering was impossible to tell.

“You have been taken, used, and been a play thing for revenge now I will make love to you as befits a woman of your beauty.”

And Jean was a man of his word.

Susana Peralta rape had been humbling and cruel, yet the tender taking of her now, the glimpse of what true love could be was in some ways even crueler in its tenderness. Jean coaxed orgasm upon orgasm from the innocent young senorita each building on the last till she was almost made with desire and then buried deep with in her he claimed her with his scalding seed.

 

[PumaSue]

Susana Peralta


After kissing her back into consciousness, the frenchman laid Susana onto his bedroll and told her:

“Oui, Chere you are my slut but………………….also my Bonita, de Corazon.”

Wild thoughts ran through Susana's head. How could she be both his slut and his "corazon," his heart? She looked up into his golden eyes as the firelight flickered in the kiva and made them sparkle. Again Susana saw the softness and love in them that had confused and disoriented her before ....making her swoon. She looked away.

“You have been taken, used, and been a play thing for revenge, now I will make love to you as befits a woman of your beauty.”

Susana's eyes widened at the mention of the word "revenge." What could he possibly have against her or her family that warranted the cruel and severe treatment she had so far experienced from him and his Indios. She unconsciously felt for her hair....the hair that was once long and luxurious, her father's pride and joy. Hacked off by him. She stiffled a sob.

He leaned forward pressing himself against her and began to make passionate love to her. As he entered her bruised and battered body she writhed in pleasure and pain. Her moans were part pleasure and part torturous pain after the severe and repeated rapings of his warriors. His hands tenderly fondled where theirs had brutally squeezed...his penis entered the places where his men had torn and brutalized.

As the frenchman's mouth invaded hers with his tongue, and while his hands explored every inch of her body, she could not help but feel a passion, a closeness to her captor, regardless of the pain. She wanted him to do everything to her. She abandoned herself to him, exploring him as much as he explored her..... but, that one nagging thought crept back into her mind. Why did he mention revenge?

Unable to withhold the explosions that were igniting within her Susana cried out as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. After what seemed a long time he let loose and filled her with his wet heat. Though delirious with lust and satisfaction she looked into the frenchman's loving eyes as he craddled her in his arms and had a question of her own to ask:

"Senior, who are you?"

 

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Jean made love to Susanna as her beauty deserved and in his tenderness he was cruel to the teenaged senorita for now she knew that all that was denied to her as a fallen woman.

Her raged womb now bathed in his scalding liquid passion, her flawless body red, and raw where she had been bound its alabaster perfection bathed in a shimmering coat of lust inspired sweat.

"Senior, who are you?"

His body is entwined with Susana’s and he whispers in her ear.

“JEAN MARIE BATARD and your father killed my father and left me for dead, scalped, hanging by my thumbs on a cotton wood tree just for trading with the Navajos.”

Jean now removed his red touk for the first time and the read ugly scare a lived purple shown where his hair once was.

“And you Senorita as his youngest will pay, you will be my slut, my Bonita Corazon, and you will obey me in all things chere.”


Jean paused letting his words sink in the slowly he continued.

“Please me in all things and your life will be relatively ease,………………………..disobey me and you will suffer……………………………..Lover or slut Bonita…………………..The choice is yours.”

With those words still ringing in her ears Jeans hands and mouth again enkindled the fires of wanton forbidden pleasure in the Golden haired beauty till her innocent body trembled with need.

 

[PumaSue]

Susana Peralta


Susana asked her question: "Senior, who are you?"

“JEAN MARIE BATARD and your father killed my father and left me for dead, scalped, hanging by my thumbs on a cotton wood tree just for trading with the Navajos.”

He then removed his cap and showed Susana the ugly evidence. Her eyes widened with fear and disgust. Her father had murdered his father? And had left the frenchman, only a child at the time, to die? It had to be a lie. There was no way on earth her father would have done that....not to a child.

“And you Senorita as his eldest will pay, you will be my slut, my Bonita Corazon, and you will obey me in all things, chere.”

As the frenchman started to touch and kiss Susana again she wanted to scream and shove him off of her, but deep inside she knew that that would only bring her further pain and suffering. She did not want to be passed around to the Indio warriors that were camped outside the kiva. She had been humiliated enough.

Besides that....Senior Batard had aroused something in Susana that had never been awakened before. As his hard cock thrust deep inside of her she could not help but hold onto him and rock her body with his, her kisses as passionate and firey as his were. But his last statement keep playing in her head:

“Please me in all things and your life will be relatively easy,………………… disobey me and you will suffer……………… Lover or slut, Bonita…………………..The choice is yours.”

As Jean repeatedly drove himself into her, suckling on her breasts, devouring her mouth with his and then finally filling her again with his hot cum Susana could not help but wonder if he had any real feelings for her; or was she just his vessel for vengence upon her father, don Pedro Peralta. As he laid atop of her hot and wet body, he lifted his head and looked down into Susana's eyes.

She knew what he wanted to know. He wanted to know what her choice would be. Lover or slut? Susana knew that no decent man would ever want her now that she had been so brutally violated by so many. The frenchman had ruined her hopes for the kind of future she believed to be her birth right. Swallowing deeply Susana cleared her throat and gave him his answer:

"I will do my best to please you, Senior Batard," Susana whispered slowly to him. "I would rather be your lover than your slut."

Tears immediately welled up in Susana's eyes and she had to look away from him. All kinds of questions raced through her mind: Would she ever see her family again? What things would she have to do to please him? Would he ever let her go? What would tomorrow bring?

 

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"I will do my best to please you, Senior Batard,………………….I would rather be your lover than your slut."

Susana whispered slowly, her voice choked with the tears that stained her cheeks.

And so Susanna’s first hours of captivity had robbed the young aristocratic woman of the life she had dreamed of, the future that should have been hers. Naked she finally slept in the arms of her new Master, her further uncertain.

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Morning dawned and the activities of the camp Woke her to an empty bed Jean already making preparations for the day, a Day that would bring new crosses for the Golden haired beauty to bear. Jean bent down and slowly Kissed Susanna awake, his hands boldly taking their pleasure of her sweet innocent flesh, coaxing the sleeping teenager back to the reality of her new life, awakening her young supple body in more than one way. Susanna awoke to a violent orgasm as Jean Marie Batard hands brought her body if not her soul pleasure.

“Come Bonita it is time for you to bathe.”
The naked beauty was led from the Kiva to an amphitheater a tub of hot steaming water was set there and Jean war party was assembled and seated. The tub was such that the young girl would have to stand as she washed. He saw the questioning fear in her beautiful eyes. a flash of pride from her former life.

“Bathe and entertain us as you do.”

Jean pressed a wash cloth a bar of soap and a jade dildo into Susana’s hand, the dildo was “U” shaped and would easily allow the girl to pleasure no only her budding sex but also her dark forbidden rose at the same time.

There was a hushed murmur of expectation as she stood there.

“Bonita do not displease me.”

His voice soft, but the edge to it carried a warning that you be best heeded.

 

[PumaSue]

Susana Peralta


With horror in her eyes Susana looked at the jade object that the frenchman, her Master, had placed into her hands. Was she suppose to bathe with all of them watching her? And what the hell was this U-shaped thing in her hand? Some kind of tool?

“Bathe and entertain us as you do.”

Not understanding how to cleanse herself with the jade object she put it down on the edge of the tub and proceeded to use the soap and the wash cloth to wash herself. Immediately the men started to complain loudly to Senior Batard in some foreign language and Susana got scared. She looked out at them. The frenchman looked very upset.

It was bad enough that they were all watching her standing there naked, wet and soapy, but now they were upset about something and Susana had no idea what it was that she had done wrong.....unless it had something to do with the U-shaped object that the frenchman had given her.

The frenchman was looking at her with a burning fury in his eyes. Susana's first impulse was to run, but she had not been given any clothes yet so that idea seemed impractical. Not understanding what the commotion was about she looked down at the jade object and suddenly understood that she was suppose to somehow use it on herself.

She bent down to pick it up and the yelling suddenly stopped! Now instead of yelling and complaining they were laughing and making strange sounds from their mouths. Susana had a horrible feeling that this object was supposed to somehow go inside of her body. An anger washed over her as she stood there trembling and wet.

Susana again looked out at the crowd of warriors and then focused her eyes on the frenchman. He shook his head up and down as if to will her on to action...with this foreign object! Feeling flush with anger Susana looked at the three warriors who had ganged raped her the night before. They were smiling lewdly at her, which infuriated her more.

With wild abandonment and without really thinking Susana pulled back her arm and slung the heavy jade object straight at the 3 Indios direction. They scrambled to avoid being hit in the head and fell hard to the ground on their butts. All of the others laughed loudly.....except the frenchman.

Senior Batard rose up from his seat and came to where Susana still stood naked and shivering in the tub. She looked into his angry eyes and wanted to look away, but she was too afraid to. She knew she had displeased him and the consequences would now be terrible. There was a deadly quiet among the group of Commancheros.

 

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Jean Marie Batard was furies as he stood he walked towards the now cowering Susana her eyes wide like a frightened doe caught with no place to run surrounded by a pack of ravenous Wolves her fate sealed yet some how hoping against hope that she could by some miracle escape. But there would be no escape for Susana Peralta.

He toward over the young blonde beauty his hazel eyes flecked gold in his rage.

“Bonita You have disgraced me in front of my guests and my men.”

There was a deadly, flat emotionless quality to Jean’s deep rich voice.

SMACK

Susana never saw the blow coming, had no time to prepare, it had been lightening quick catching her full on her cheek a copper tang filled her mouth and a thin trickle of crimson seemed from the corner of her mouth. As she lay in the tub of water.

Michelle, Claude, dici.

Two burly men dressed much as the Navajos came forward. Jean issued a quick series of commands. The two men grabbed her arms and stretched her out between them. Another brought three 6’ poles. Quickly a triode was erected and Susanna lased to it in such a way that her hands where above her head and her ankles spread so wide apart that her supple young hips ached and her body was drawn tight as a bow string displaying her charms to the utmost in a most lewd manner.

Then Michelle brought Jean his razor and shaving brush.

“Your stubborn pride Bonita will be your undoing.”

Prepare her Michelle the burly French man lathered Susana’s golden fleece with hot soapy water. The sunlight glinted off of Jean’s strait razor and the edged lay flat on the terrified teenager’s “Venus Mound. Each rasping stroke of the razor sheared Susana’s golden fleece away till finally she was total naked to their leering eyes not even a golden hair left to cover her sweet sex.

Claude now approached the bound beauty carrying the “U” shaped dildo.

“Monsieur educate Senortia Peralta in its use.”