Feature Writer: Jason Lancing
Feature Title: THE SPANISH INQUISITORS 4
Published: 25.08.2021 / Mr Double Sex Stories
Story Codes: Nuns, Rape, Rituals
The Spanish Inquisitors 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Still in the steel brace, Dolores had finally been returned to her room. After every man had fucked the nun they were allowed their fun with her. They called her room a kennel and would not let her sleep on her bunk but threw some dirty rags in a corner for her. Dutifully she slept nightly in the filth. After a few weeks they took the brace off but she was not again allowed to walk upright. Her status as a dog continued.
The pretty girl had been delighted to find that the woman who shared her cell was another nun named Maria. Dolores had introduced herself as Lola and doubted now whether she was capable of salvation. But she still desperately wanted to see a priest. She would make confession though God might justly refuse to hear her prayer.
Yet though the pretty young nun and Dolores quickly became friends there was something strangely reticent about the attractive religious. It wasn’t until after nearly a month that Dolores learned from Maria that there was indeed a priest in this very building, a fellow prisoner, and that he and other faithful were not only housed but allowed to hold regular services for themselves.
Andres had never told Dolores this but she was not angry. She was too well trained by now to question the word or ways of her master. The girl remained affectionately devoted and obedient to her Socialist owner. But her desire to see the father was too strong for her not to at least try.
As was usually the case after she had finished lapping her meager breakfast from a tin on the floor and drinking from her dirty water bowl, Andres came to take her for a morning walk. As always he beat her thoroughly with a supple switch until red welts appeared and she cringed beneath him. This was to insure her continued obedience. Then attaching a leash to the tight collar about her neck he proudly led his new bitch Lola out onto the streets of Barcelona’s suburb.
Merrily Dolores pranced along behind him on all fours, wagging her bare twat and boobs happily for all to see. It had taken a long time to get over her modesty at appearing in public nude and acting like a dog. But the cruel whip had won. She was the perfect pet. She would smile and pant contentedly whenever he would stop to speak to a friend, letting them scratch her ears and feel her body fondly. They were all particularly fond of her lovely seven inch breast cones. If she needed to piss or shit she would patiently wait until she could find a convenient gutter or vacant lot.
No one took exceptional notice of this sight which elsewhere would have drawn startled attention. The people around the Hotel Infierno were well aware of its special occupants. And Andres was always careful to stay in the vicinity so he would not meet possible criticism or trouble from strangers.
“Andres,” Dolores broached as they waited on a street corner to cross, “Maria tells me there is a priest on the fifth floor. Will you let me see him?”
“You still wish to make confession after all I’ve taught you?” frowned the young man without even looking down.
“Well … yes,” she answered hesitantly, realizing she was being ungrateful to her new master. “I don’t mean to be disloyal but … but, yes, I do want to confess.” In shame she hung her head.
“Well perhaps,” he muttered thoughtfully, pulling on her leash so that she would hurry after him across the street, “but only when I’m sure you will no longer be hurt or fooled by those charlatans. We’ll see.”
Together they continued their walk, the proud master and his happy obedient dog. Then abruptly Andres came to a stop.
“Now there’s a sight,” he mused as he stared in the large window of a building. It was a passenger waiting for busses going in and out of Barcelona.
“What is it?” asked the teenager curiously, sitting up on her hind legs and peering inside. There were only two passengers, a gray bent old man dressed in black and confined to a wheelchair, and beside him a pretty young girl of maybe nine or ten. Dolores could not help feel a pang of jealousy when she saw the child’s long dark hair, reminding her painfully of her own before it had been shorn.
“That, my dear pet,” answered Andres, scratching her head thoughtfully, “is Don Francisco Randolfo Ortega y Pemartin. And the little girl is his granddaughter Nita. She is his pride and joy, and now his only living relative.”
“Oh,” sighed Dolores appreciatively. All of Spain had heard of Senor Ortega y Pemartin. Some said he was the wealthiest man in the country.
“He is a complete scoundrel, a thoroughgoing Fascist,” continued the handsome man quietly, “but he was caught here at the beginning of the revolt. To save his skin he acclaimed the Republicans and denounced his conservative associates. The government let him get away with it because he contributed a great deal of money and equipment to our cause.”
“But do they let him come and go now as he pleases?” asked the credulous child staring in at him.
“As long as he keeps his property here in Barcelona they don’t feel he’ll go far. If he does, they’ll have a legal right to confiscate it. But they’d rather have him here for only he knows where all his capital is stashed.
Dolores nodded as she looked at the old aristocrat and his grandchild. Somehow they reminded her of her father and herself.
“Shall we go in and tease him a bit?” unexpectedly asked Andres, changing the tone of his voice radically.
“You just want to bait him?” enquired Dolores curiously.
“More than that. Don’t you think his granddaughter is pretty. They say she is virgin. I’d like to figure out a way to fuck her without Don Francisco getting me in trouble with the government.”
“Oh you can’t, Andres,” broke in Dolores with compassion, remembering her own cruel rape and tortures. “Please don’t. And so young. She can’t be more than nine.”
“Are you being disobedient?” broke in Andres sharply, staring at her with arched brows.
“I’m sorry,” she said penitently, looking down embarrassed at her paws.
“I have an idea. Let’s go inside and you make all over the old man. Paw him, kiss him. Let him feel your cunt and boobs if he wants to. Then when he’s so hot he can’t stand it, I’ll offer a trade. You in exchange for his granddaughter.”
“Oh master no,” gasped Dolores, looking up at him with wide dark eyes. “Please don’t. She is so pure. So innocent.”
“And she reminds you of yourself, eh Lola?” snickered the Republican contemptuously. “All right, then. But you need more training when we get back. Go in and make over him anyway. At least that’ll give me a chance to talk to her.”
“Yes sir,” responded Dolores humbly. She didn’t want to do it but she would not disagree with her master. Andres opened the door for her and she trotted inside, heading immediately for the wheelchair.
“What in blazes is going on here,” growled Don Francisco the moment he saw her. Dolores ignored his words and came up to him, dragging her leash behind her. Putting her paws on his knees she began halfheartedly to lick and kiss his hands. “Get this she animal out of here,” gasped the old man in disgust, jerking his arms away, “get this thing out of the sight of my young granddaughter.”
“Oh so sorry, Senor,” grumbled Andres, rushing over to Dolores and grabbing her behind the collar. He realized that without the girl’s eager help his plan was not going to work. Better to make a quick retreat.
“Let her stay, granddaddy,” said little Nita quickly. Laughing she ran over to where Dolores crouched. “I haven’t seen anything so funny in my life. I want to play with her.”
“I’d like to play with you too,” responded Dolores with delight. She thought about her carefree days back on her father’s estate. “You remeind me of one of my yonger sisters.”
“I remind you of one of your sisters?” gasped the nine year old nastily, curling her lips into an ugly frown. “Please mind your place. I am nobility. I am the granddaughter of Don Francisco.” With disdain the little girl looked down on Andres’ pet.
“But I … ” began Dolores, staring to protest. Then she remembered she was no longer aristocracy but only a dog. And not only that, but she looked and smelled like one.
“I want to play with you, not you with me,” giggled the selfish little girl impudently. “See,” she concluded, shooting out her slender hand and grabbing Dolores by the ear. Painfully she twisted and pulled it until the older girl screamed and her face was forced to the dirty floor. Nita laughed happily. Though her grandfather frowned he did nothing to stop her-he never interfered with the whims and pleasures of his cherished little granddaughter.
“You’re funny,” squealed the nine-year-old, deliberately kicking the crouching girl hard in the butt. Then unexpectedly she reached out her small hand and jabbed three stiff fingers deep into Dolores’ unprotected cunt. The fifteen-year-old cried out and then winced in pain as the child began to tug on her short hair.
“Oh don’t, Nita,” she protested, struggling to escape, “you don’t understand. You might be in my place someday. Don’t be cruel.”
“Never,” gasped the child nastily, “I’d never allow myself to look like you. To act like this. I am an aristocrat.”
With a painful jerk, Dolores finally pulled loose and ran on all fours over to Andres. The young man of action was uncertain what to do. Though he hated him the Republicans needed Don Francisco and the guns his money could buy. He dared not interfere.
“Let’s go, Lola,” he whispered when the girl reached his legs.
“No,” she mumbled back and the young Socialist was surprised to hear real hatred for the first time in the little girl’s voice. “Let’s follow your original plan. I’ll entice Don Francisco. You make the trade. And when you rape Nita, do it hard. Hurt her!”
With that the teenager turned and trotted back. Neatly avoiding the grasp of the younger child she leaped into the old man’s lap. When the granddaughter ran over to reclaim her prize, Andres’ big hands quietly restrained her.
“Get off me, get off me,” protested the frail old man, his thin hands trying to push her from the wheelchair. But Dolores ignored him. She squirmed her plump bottom against his crotch as she covered his wrinkled face with moist warm kisses. Irresistibly her hand stroked over his small bent frame.
“Don’t,” grunted the old man as he still tried to shove her off. “Don’t, you bitch.” But as he pushed he became aware of the soft sensuous flesh he was pressing. His knurled rheumatic fingers squeezed against a flat firm belly and lush thighs. Trying to look as if it were accidental he let his hands push against her hard jutting cones. Though filled with rheumatic aches he could feel against his spread palms the steel sharp aroused nipples.
Unexpectedly he was aware of the odor of fresh young sensuous flesh. It filled his nostrils and mouth. He could almost taste her healthy sexuality. Not in years-not in decades now had he been surrounded with such overpowering beauty.
Dolores traced her small pink tongue inside his ear and felt the frail figure tremble in her arms. He was beyond resisting. “Don’t,” he moaned softly in weak protest, “don’t, Senorita. You don’t know what this is doing to me.”
To his own amazement Don Francisco had felt a forgotten stirring between his legs. Was it possible he could be aroused after so many years? As a young man he had been virile and active but so many years had past. Thirty years ago he had become ugly and old. The girls had no longer sought his company and only desperate prostitutes had been his partners. With a conscious effort he had turned his thoughts from the delights of a moist pussy and concentrated on amassing even more millions to add to his fortune.
But now the memories flooded back. Dolores had aroused them. The delicious pleasure of lingering with the young girl in bed until noon. The dalliance and teasing of the seduction. And most of all the glory-the unforgettable moment of entry, the warmth about his hard pole and the exhilaration of a lovely sweating body pressed against his as together they would begin to screw toward orgasmic oblivion and joy.
It had been so long. Could it be possible once again? Could he even get a hard on, a real one big enough to fuck with? He’d give half his fortune for it. What good were riches to an old and dying man?
Then breathlessly he waited. His pants were being unbuttoned. Holding himself expectantly stiff and breathing heavily he watched. Then something touched his wizened old prod, stroked and tugged at it. It was the girl’s fingers. Dolores’ hand gently wrapped about the half-hard wrinkled prod, petting and caressing it.
He looked uncomprehendingly into her large dark eyes and she smiled back. He knew it was not large but she had brought him to an erection. He was filled with a desperate insane long forgotten need. He had to have her at any cost.
“Fuck me, Senorita,” he panted, trembling under her caress.
“I want to suck it,” she murmured back with a broad deliberately obscene grin, opening her mouth and running the tip of her tongue along her lips. “I want to suck your come out of your lovely old aristocratic pecker.”
“Yes,” he gasped, shaking violently with aged rut, “yes child, suck my cock.” It was true, he thought. One last time. It was actually going to happen.
“Lola,” broke in Andres now, having waited patiently as he and Nita watched attentively, “you are being rude. It is time to go, Lola. The old man is not interested in you.”
“Wait,” gasped Don Francisco, “don’t take her away. I want her.”
“But Senor,” grinned the Socialist complacently, “she is my dog-my pet. It would be bad for her training to let her seduce perfect strangers.”
“Please,” gasped the old tyrant, shaken by this unexpected occurrence, “please. I’ll pay you. I have money.”
“Granddaddy,” gasped little Nita in horror, “you can’t mean you’d do such a thing. And not with that.” The young aristocrat could not believe her upright and proper ancestor would stoop to such a thing. Especially not before her and with a peasant.
“I am sorry, Don Francisco,” broke in Andres, irritated by the girl’s interruption. “I cannot allow such a thing.”
“I must have her,” gasped the old man as if his life depended on it. After so many years to be offered such a choice piece of ass and then cruelly to have it denied him was more than he could stand. His frail body would collapse in unsatisfied rut. His heart would fail him. “I must have her. Just let her suck me. Just once. I’ll pay you well.”
“But I don’t need your money,” responded Andres self-confidently, “perhaps a trade.”
“Anything you want,'” he acquiesced readily, clutching the naked Dolores close to him now in hope.
“I want your granddaughter,” said Andres triumphantly, “I will fuck her.” Insistently he let his hands settle more firmly on the unsuspecting child’s shoulders.
“Oh God no,” Nita cried, unsuccessfully trying to squirm away. “Call the police, granddaddy. That’s disgusting. Have him whipped. Have him hung.”
“But it is a fair trade,” explained the handsome Andres calmly, “a trade in kind. He wants to fuck my pet Lola and so in exchange I will hump you.”
The old man stared at them for a moment, an asthmatic wheeze escaping from between his thin parted lips. Then at last he nodded his head. “Yes,” he murmured with conviction. “Yes. It is a bargain. You may have Nita.”
“Granddaddy!” squealed the little nine year old in alarm but he ignored her. Instead the old patron turned his attention to the naked animal in his arms. Almost reverently he began to run his withered hands over her pure smooth body. Dolores shifted so he could easily stroke the treasured spot between her legs and feel her gorgeous cunt.
Unexpectedly the haughty cruel Nita began to sob, unable to escape Andres’ strong grasp. Horrified by her grandfather’s unanticipated treachery she felt like a little girl again, realizing how small and defenseless she was. Gone was her aristocratic arrogance.
“Please, Senor,” she began to plead with her captor, feeling him holding her firmly in place, “it is not right. He does not know what he has done. I am not even a woman yet. I cannot . … ”
“Don’t worry child,” broke in the handsome leader, influenced by pity for the child. Then quickly he remembered Dolores’ wish that he should make the girl suffer, remembered how cruelly she had treated his little pet herself. And most of all, he remembered how badly all the aristocracy had treated the workers and peasants.
“Don’t worry,” he repeated, but this time without sympathy. “The pain will not last long.” Then angrily he began to force her to her knees, settling down beside her on the floor. Without hesitation he reached to the front of her expensive dress and tore open her bodice. Speechless the child bowed beside him as in prayer, frozen by fear as she felt her pretty clothes torn off her. Roughly he ripped at the fragile cloth until at last she sat nude beside him.
She looked even more helpless and pathetic naked. like Dolores she was short for her age. Huddled under his hands, a bare ball of pink flesh, she was no longer aristocratic looking. Her nudity made her a child like any other.
Patiently he put his hand under her arms and made her stand before him as he still knelt. With obvious lust and contempt he stared at the hidden crevices of her body. He wanted to be as indecent as possible in his manner, to humiliate her. With obvious relish he leered at her cunt.
It was bald with not even a curl of hair. The white flesh formed a narrow sweaty delta between legs still straight as sticks. Her bottom too was boyish and undeveloped. The cunt hole was dark and deep without the beauty yet of fat pretty petals and pink swirls.
Lewdly he ran his hands up her hairless torso, over her thick waist and up to her flat breasts and immature pink nipples. Making certain she was watching he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was already huge, red and slimy with the fat knob grown to bursting.
“Oh,” gasped the child wide-eyed as she stared at it.
“Have you seen one of these before Nita?” chuckled the man venomously. “Have you see a fuck pole before?”
“No Senor,” groaned the little nine year old. “My little brother’s, but … no Senor.”
“Oh no please,” she squealed, looking desperately over at her ancestor. “Granddaddy. Please save me. Don’t sell me off to him. Don’t trade me.”
But the old man was too involved to answer. His quivering mouth was filled with Dolores’ pretty pink tongue. In her young hand his long unused prick had grown to a good five inches and was hard enough to fuck with.
The abandoned child stared terrified as she saw Lola jerk, tweek, rub and caress the little white prick that emerged from her grandfather’s crotch. She looked back at Andres and found no hope. His eyes were not the dumb subservient eyes of the peasants she was used to. They were bright and alive, and burning with hate-hate for her.
“No,” she whimpered as with slow deliberateness Andres stripped out of his clothes, “no, no, no.” Then suddenly she turned and tried to run. With a bound the young Socialist grabbed her arm, throwing her on her back. She stared up at him in terror as he jumped on top of her.
With one hand he held her thin shoulders pinned as with the other he tried to spread open her legs. The nine year old fought hard, was slippery and agile, and continually squirmed her twat away from his grasp. Then seeing her opportunity and sensing they were vulnerable she kicked him hard in the balls.
Even the strong Andres winced at this unexpected blow and grabbed spontaneously at his aching genitals. Finding herself momentarily free the child slipped out from under him, jumped to her feet and darted toward the door.
Having heard the first sounds of struggle Dolores had turned to watch. Still stroking the wizened prick she watched with delight the attempted rape. It was her revenge on Nita, not only for being treated as a dog but for all her misery.
If the nobility had not treated the peasants with such impudent cruelty just as Nita had treated her then nothing would have happened. There would have been no civil war, she would not have been raped by the peasants, driven to hell by the Germans or dehumanized by Andres. It was Nita’s fault and all the aristocrats like her.
So Dolores enjoyed the attack on the nine-year-old and when the child escaped she moved. Leaping from the wheelchair she intercepted Nita, grabbed her wrist and twisting it more than necessary made her shriek in pain.
Together the two small naked girls struggled back across the room. His face red with fury Andres grabbed Nita angrily. He clutched at her shoulders until she howled in agony. But it was obvious that even a strong man could not both hold the child captive and rape her. He needed help.
“Don Francisco,” said Dolores commandingly, “if Andres does not fuck Nita there is no bargain. I shall not suck you.”
“No, but what can I do?” groaned the ancient senor. “He can hump her if he wants. I give my permission. Don’t stop, Lola,” he begged, “please suck me, Senorita. Continue. It has been so long. I am so old and have so few pleasures. Suck my prick Dona Dolores.”
The fifteen year old almost laughed at the forlorn aged gentleman in the wheelchair. Rich and powerful beyond calculation, how many poor simple workingmen had been the victims of his greed over the years. Yet now he sat humped and drawn by arthritis, his legs too crippled to walk.
He sat in his chair pathetically begging a girl seventy years younger to suck his withered small prick. He was ridiculous. And Dolores was aware she made him look ridiculous, whimpering like a baby for its favorite toy. The girl loved it, loved humiliating this wrinkled senor who was an aristocrat like herself.
Andres said nothing as he still wrestled with the struggling child. With admiration and pleasure he watched Dolores bait the old man.
“But you can help, Don Francisco,” answered Dolores. “You can help hold her while my master screws her. I will help too.”
“Oh but you ask too much Lola,” protested the weak patron, “to actually aid in the molesting of my own grandchild. It is enough that . … ”
He stopped as seductively Dolores walked over to him, displaying her prominent boobs and fine cunt with calculated prudence. Without a word she bent over toward his small but aroused prick, once again took it in her hand and moved her puckered mouth toward it.
The old man trembled in expectation as he watched her face approaching his throbbing cock. Breathlessly he saw her lovely red lips slip over the end of the engorged knob, felt the moist warmth engulf his being.
“Oh yes,” he moaned with unqualified gratification as tenderly her small tongue washed repeatedly over and around the bulbous head. He could see the indentation of her cheeks as she sucked at it.
“Oh yes, yes, yes,” he murmured, “oh yes, child it’s so good. Soo good. It’s been so long. Oh, it’s good.”
Dolores gave it one long hard suck then let it pop obscenely from her pretty little mouth. Standing up she smiled at him. In frustrated desperation he pled for her to continue.
“I will continue, Don Francisco,” she promised, “but only if you help Andres ravish Nita. Do you want me to eat your pecker? Do you want me suck until the come fills my mouth and spills out my lips?”
“Oh please, Lola,” he gasped desperately, “I want it more than anything.”
“You will help us fuck your granddaughter?”
“Anything,” the ancient man replied quickly, anxiously. “Anything you want.”
“No, granddaddy, no,” wailed the child hearing what he said, knowing she was lost. Roughly Andres shoved her forward toward the wheelchair.
“It won’t take long little treasure,” he responded weakly, taking her by the wrists as Dolores told him. “It won’t be a minute. And it’s very important to granddaddy.”
“Just so she’ll suck your dirty old cock,” she wailed accusingly as the three struggled with her. In a moment the old man and Dolores had her shoulders back and pinned against his lap, her head tilted so that she was forced to look down at her naked crotch.
“Just so she’ll eat your filthy rotten stinking prick,” Nita continued her screams as hopelessly she fought them. Clumsily her spread bent legs supported her torso as triumphantly Andres stepped between them.
Taking her small boyish hips in his strong hands he began to tease his huge swollen dick about her twat. He was in no hurry now. With satisfaction he toyed with her, letting the tension and horror grow.
In terror the little girl gazed between her legs as his fantastic snake grazed over her hairless pubes. It slid slowly up over her love mound, cautiously withdrew to stroke threateningly along her ass crack and then played up over her babyish slit.
Again he let it slide up over her mound until she felt his hairy balls press against her cunt. The long prod seemed enormous compared to her petite nine-year-old quim. It was longer than her box and bowels combined, extending up over her stomach past belly button and waist.
If he stuck the whole thing in, it would tear her apart, rip open her womb. It would ruin her, maybe kill her. The ugly fat knob was much bigger than her hole. Even its entry would be torture. It was obvious to all she’d be permanently damaged.
“Granddaddy,” stuttered the little girl, almost too frightened to talk, “don’t let him do it. He’ll hurt me, destroy me.”
“It won’t take long, dearest,” soothed the old man. “It won’t hurt much and it’ll be over quickly. Then after it’s all over and Lola has finished I’ll buy you a new doll.”
“But granddaddy,” wailed the girl in desperation, “it’s my virginity. And he’ll damage me.” Tears began to flow from her eyes until Andres laughed with delight.
With great care the handsome leader took his hard prick in one hand and positioned the knob squarely against the tiny cunt opening. The huge prick dwarfed the immature pussy. Nita shook visibly as she waited, praying for a miracle. But she could not be saved.
Ruthlessly Andres shoved, driving against her sacred temple. Their ears rang with her screams as with determination he punched and ground the fat ball into her. The slit stretched wide but it could not take the heavy knob. Nita jerked and rolled helplessly as she was shoved about. The old man and Dolores held her firmly in place.
Andres grabbed the insides of her legs and shoved them apart until she was split wide. But still the monstrous mushroom would not go inside. He laughed at his own frustration.
“This is going to hurt you much worse than I thought,” he smirked, taking her again by her firm boyish hips. Bending forward and straining he lunged with a loud grunt. Nita screamed louder than ever.
Dolores looked down. From the child’s perfectly smooth hairless twat the fat prick projected, scarcely half of the knob buried into her. Yet there was plenty of blood streaming out of her tiny gash and around the formidable knob. The cherry at least was gone and the little senorita writhed in misery in their clutches.
“Oh no, stop, stop,” the child wailed as Andres drove the knob deeper into her. At last her cunt bulged with the thick knob fully engulfed. But incessantly he shoved in the shaft.
“Help me, help me,” squealed Nita her head rolling from side to side, looking first at Dolores and then her grandfather. “Make him stop. It hurts.”
The girl’s short body glistened with sweat, shook in pain as with heavy grunts Andres pounded his fat dick further into her cave. There was more blood now. Something more than her cherry had torn.
Inside at last, the Socialist paused to look at his victim. Shrieking in agony, her young body tossed, jerked and shuddered as she tried to escape his fiery brand. Her bowels must have been bunched inside her from the long prod.
“Oh save me Senorita Lola,” moaned the hapless infant, “you must know how I feel.”
“I do,” smiled Dolores with satisfaction. “I know exactly.”
Rested, Andres began to pound his prick now rhythmically in and out of the red tight hole. With each hammering thrust Nita squealed in pain, gasped with relief at each withdrawal. Steadily he worked as Dolores admired his technique. He was taking his time, avoiding his own orgasm and trying to bring the girl with him.
Curiously Dolores reached down and worked her finger between his slithering prick and the girl’s fleshy gate. It was too tight to stick it in far, but from Nita’s sudden jerk she knew she’d found the immature clitoris. Deliberately she began to scratch it with her fingernail as the piteous young woman choked and gasped in misery. Her raw twat burned with living fire.
“Don’t, oh stop, stop,” she begged, her tear filled eyes looking imploringly at Dolores. “Don’t do this to me, don’t … oh, oh, oh,” moaned the girl jerkily as Andres increased the rhythmic tattoo of his prick into her quim. Her body was an extension of his own. Cemented to his lusty prod her torso heaved and turned mightily in response to his humping.
The fifteen year old watched the increasing speed of Andres’ cock with delight. It would not be long before he came and he’d bring the child with him. There’d be humiliation as well as pain. And Dolores wanted to increase the child’s degradation.
“Oh, ohhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh,” continued the girl to call out as she was balled. But it was clear now that the pain for all its enormity was being overtaken by that inevitable warmth in her crotch, the natural itch and lust to be fucked. Dolores withdrew her nail from Nita’s hole so that the clit could receive again the natural warming friction of Andres’ peter.
“You are enjoying it now, aren’t you little one?” laughed Dolores cruelly, not wanting to let her ignore the growing pleasure, “You like being fucked, don’t you? Your cunt loves a fat sausage pounding in it?”
“Oh no,” gasped the girl not yet willing to give up. “I hate it. Make him stop. It’s humiliating. And it hurts. Please make him stop.”
“You are lying to me,” smirked the little brunette, “But I’ll help you anyway. If you do what I say I will see it is over with soon.”
“Anything, oh anything,” moaned the nine year old, her breath short from the hugeness crammed inside her body.
“Then suck your grandfather’s cock while Andres screws you,” ordered the teenager maliciously.
“Oh noo,” wailed the astonished child, “not that.”
“He wants it. You’ll like it. And soon your fucking will be over with. Suck the old man’s prick.”
“No, uh, uh,” grunted the girl, “no I won’t.”
“Yes, do it, Nita,” unexpectedly broke in the ancestor himself, “do it, my precious.” The man had been overcome by the sight of his granddaughter’s rape. Proudly the old prick stood up straight from his crotch. His eyes bulged and drool escaped from the corners of his skinny mouth. His gray skin had reddened with excitement.
“Yes, suck me, dearest Nita,” he continued, “I want it. I’ve got to have your lips about it. Suck me. I’ll buy you a doll. Two new dolls. I order you now, suck my prick.”
“Oh God no, noo, noo, noo,” she bellowed in abandoned misery. “Uh, oh, oh, oh,” she gasped in pain at Andres’ more insistent jabs.
“You’ll do it,” responded Dolores confidently, reaching down to grab the belt off of Andres’ pants. Having been taught by the lash herself the fifteen year old applied it now to the infant with skill and vigor. In seconds the nine year old was wailing and writhing from the new source of misery. Pain enveloped her short body. It was inescapable. She was dizzy with it.
“Suck his cock, suck his cock,” repeated Dolores with each lash until she drilled it into Nita’s head. “Suck him. Suck him.”
Out of the dizzy confusion Nita heard the orders. She could no longer resist. The fiery pain had overcome her, she had begun to like it, to want more of it. Strangely it seemed natural. “Suck him, suck him, suck your grandfather,” kept ringing in her ears, filled her soul.
Twisting about the child saw the hard white wrinkled old prod jutting up just inches from her face. She opened her mouth and stretched it forward, pursed her lips and sucked in the tiny head. It was so much smaller than Andres’, but she licked at it now eagerly.
Dolores gave a whoop of triumph as the semi-hard prod disappeared into the tiny mouth. She’d won. Nita was only half-conscious of what she was doing. When she remembered later she’d be ashamed, humiliated, degraded. She’d hate herself and her grandfather even more than she detested Andres. Things would never again be the same.
Wherever she’d go and whatever she’d do she’d remember. Whenever she was haughty and regal the picture of her mouth fucking her own grandfather’s cock while she was being reamed by a handsome Republican would flash into her mind. She’d lost the purity of her cunt already. Now she was losing her virginity as nobility. She’d never again in her heart qualify for the upper class, never again be fit to rule and dominate others. In her soul she’d always remember.
Gleefully Dolores beat the girl even harder, the hard slapping of leather on soft flesh resounding throughout the room. Nita looked ridiculous, her short stocky trunk suspended between Andres’ rampaging prod and her protector’s quivering stick.
But she loved it. She was rocking now easily in rhythm to Andres’ thrusts, and the loud slurping sounds she made on Don Francisco’s tool were in time to the other man’s lusts. Nita was fucking Andres back and bringing her grandfather on toward ecstasy. They’d all come together.
It was the old man who came first. So old and so long deprived he had been easily aroused and could not hold it back. Though his prick was still not huge it was hard and full, and he shuddered each time the child’s tongue caressed over his spongy knob. “Oh God be praised for sending me such a child,” he croaked, running his feeble hands over her small head and shoulders. “Oh God be praised, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh.”
Don Francisco’s crotch arched forward. White froth suddenly spread around Nita’s pursed lips. It drooled out, down his prick and over her chin.
“Uh, oh uhhhh, uhhh, uhhh,” she gasped as she tasted it. Her ass suddenly exploded into action. Deliriously she began to pound her twat onto Andres’ fat spear. Then all three of them were locked together in an indescribable climax.
“Ae, ae, aeeeee,” screamed the young Socialist loudly, his jism erupting violently into the bleeding cunt. He shook all over with the fury of his orgasm. And Don Francisco was calling out his passion as unbelievably he sent load after load into his granddaughter’s tasty mouth. But Nita herself was the center of attraction.
Insanely her body jerked, muscles twitching and thrashing as jism flooded her from every direction. “Oh, oh fuck meee, come, come. I’m cooooming,” she continued to gurgle, half choking on the old man’s spend. But in spite of her screams she hardly let a drop escape, swallowing it greedily. Eagerly she sucked his cock, fucked at Andres’ pecker as her frame tossed insanely in ecstatic abandon.
Outside the window, Republicans stopped to gawk and laugh as they watched the squirming trio inside the bus station. But no one thought to interfere. They all recognized proud Don Francisco and his precious arrogant daughter. Instead they just looked on and enjoyed.
At last the grandfather’s prick was dried up. Nita released it from her mouth but continued to moan and coo in exhausted pleasure as Andres humped into her. “Dick me, Andres,” she gasped as her own climax ended. “Dick me, Andres as hard as you want.”
It was Andres who had finished last. Legs weak from the strain he finally drew back his still thick pecker, pulling it from her blood soaked twat with a pop. The handsome
Republican leader looked over at Dolores and smiled faintly but contentedly. He was pleased with his pet.
Nita slipped to the floor and for several moments lay limp. At last she looked up to her grandfather and to Andres. Blood was still flowing out of her tiny cunt hole.
“I’ve got to have a doctor,” she gasped open-mouthed. “I’m still bleeding. It hurts and I’m sick. Something’s been torn. I’m ruptured. I’ll bleed to death. Please help me. I need a doctor.”
Andres only grinned at her contemptuously. There would be no help from him. Nita shuddered when she realized it. Quickly she turned to her guardian.
“Granddaddy,” she began but quickly stopped. Old Don Francisco sat there, face gray and panting in short labored breaths. His hands clutched at his heart. There was pain and fear in his eyes. He could help no one.
Smirking Andres grabbed Dolores’ leash again. Obediently the child immediately dropped to all fours. “Come my pet, come, Lola,” he commanded. Over his shoulder he called, “I shall send a doctor if I happen to run into one.”
Outside there was praise and handshakes for Andres from the crowd. There were even a couple of appreciative pats on the butt for Lola. Proudly and happily Dolores pranced down the street after her master.
“Lola, my pet,” he said with a smile. “You did very well today. I think perhaps tomorrow I will let you go to the fifth floor. Let you see the priest Manuel Fuentes.”
“Oh Andres,” gasped the fifteen-year-old in heavenly delight, “oh Andres you’re a wonderful master. Thank you.” Overcome she threw her arms about one of his legs and licked his dangling hand affectionately.
“Today I think you’ve proved that at least some of your training has taken hold. I hope you will be able to meet the father without forgetting what we have taught you.”
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR