Chapter 4 The Doorway of Hell
Slocum pulled Teresa back to her feet and turned her toward Ernie, her
skirt still up around her waist. The man with the disfigured face licked his
lips as he admired the dark thatch between her legs, and the delicious soft
folds of labial flesh
"OK, honey let's get that damn thing out of the way." And Ernie tore the
hiked-up skirt away, leaving her loins and legs naked. And then Black Jack
swung her around so that she was facing him, and he ripped down the middle of
the bolero as if it were tissue paper, sending its three buttons careening
across the cantina floor, and revealing for an instant the swelling mounds of
her bosom, until Teresa pulled the two gaping flaps of cloth together so that
they partially covered her heaving breasts.
Ernie was amused by her modesty; as if he and Jack weren't intending to
strip her of all of her pretensions as well as her clothes when they were good
and ready! But he was in a playful mood, too.
"Since it's our first date, Teresa, how 'bout we play us a little parlor
game? How does that sound?"
Teresa looked from one man to the other, hoping for a little sympathy,
mumbled, "Bueno."
"Hey, Jack. How about we play us a little three-way game of "Reach for the
Sky"?
The towering Slocum leered down at the cowering Teresa. He and Ernie had
introduced an attractive but stuck-up young widow from back east to this 'game'
back in San Antone, some five years ago, not long before he had gone into the
slammer. The auburn-haired heiress had pissed Jack off on a coach ride they had
shared, by looking at him and talking to him as if he were no better than a
buffalo turd.
It didn't pay to piss off Black Jack Slocum. A few nights later he and
Ernie had abducted the refined Judith Prescott Warburton
- of the Philadelphia Prescotts - and, after blindfolding the twenty-six year
old beauty, took her out to an abandoned shack about ten miles outside of town.
Once there they had stripped her fine young body naked and forced to 'reach' for
three hours, punishing her savagely for each misstep. By the time they were
done with her, the snotty red-headed bitch was groveling before them, offering
to do anything - anything - to stop the torment.
Jack and Ernie had taken her up on her gracious offer. Jack could still
remember the tantalizing sensation of those once-haughty lips slavishly kissing
and licking him all around his asscrack. It had taken only a few more strokes
from Ernie's black-tailed bullwhip across Judy's bleeding buttocks to induce
their trim-figured captive to bury her pretty pink rich girl tongue hilt-deep in
Jack's asshole.
After that pleasant diversion, Jack had forced her to lick his hairy balls
for about an hour before offering her his prodigious cock to worship. Judith
Prescott had sucked him and Ernie dry on that hot Texas night. The only bad
thing about that little fiesta was that they had to keep her blindfolded, so
Judith Prescott never knew that it was her snotty treatment of her
fellow-passenger that had led to her degradation.
But there was no need for blindfolds tonight -- he and Ernie were gonna
have some fun with this comely dark-eyed senorita and then high-tail it for the
safety of the Arizona border.
Jack's salacious smile widened as he ogled Teresa's delicious nakedness
and fantasized about the night to come. But unlike those endless nights in
prison, this was no fantasy -- it was just him and Ernie and the gorgeous young
Latina. Coming back to reality he grunted, "Fine, Ern. Sounds like a winner."
"OK, honey," Ernie turned to Teresa, "We're gonna play 'Reach for the
Sky'. Get yer ass over here." When she hesitated Jack shoved her roughly from
behind. She gamely tried to hold her top together in front to cover her jutting
breasts. Ernie preceded her through the dark doorway in to the kitchen. But
when she tried to follow him through the doorway, he stopped her.
"We ain't really got a parlor, here, so this doorway's gonna have to do.
You stand right there. Under the doorway. Now reach up and touch the top of the
molding, while I light me one of these oil lamps. I want to get a good look at
you, senorita."
Behind her, Jack Slocum slowly began unbuckling Black Betsy, his
evil-looking black leather belt; he had played this game before. "You heard the
man, sweetheart. Get those arms up in the air, pronto," he growled.
Teresa hesitated, knowing that by reaching upward she would disturb the
thin satin that barely covered her breasts. But her pause was greeted with a
scalding flash of lightning across the backs of her legs.
"Do what yer told!" she heard Jack growl angrily. "Get yer arms up there!"
"Unnhh!" she groaned as Jack ripped into the sweet caramel thigh-flesh once
again with the big belt. The thunderous CRACCKK! of the blow seemed to mimic
the tumult in the heavens outside. This time the force of the blow knocked the
panties clean out of her mouth.
"My partner told you to keep those in yer fuckin' mouth!" Ernie snarled
angrily as he set the newly-lit oil lamp down on a nearby counter, and picked
the garment up off of the none-too-clean floor and crammed it back into her
mouth. "Jack, I don't think Senorita Martinez, here, is showin' you the proper
respect."
Jack, as usual, said nothing, but slammed the tough black leather into the
backs of Teresa's thighs again, letting its fierce end curl around her pretty
legs.
Choking back her pain, and desperate to obey now, Teresa stood on her
tiptoes and stretched to her fullest. But even though she was almost 5' 7",
her well-kept nails barely reached the top of the molding around the seven-foot
high door.
Teresa had had the presence of mind to reach up with both hands straight
above her; this motion helped to hold her bolero somewhat together in the front.
She blushed as she watched Ernie ogle the inner curves of her jutting breasts
and the mossy patch between her legs. Meanwhile, Jack had stepped closer; she
could feel him running the edge of his doubled-up belt through the cleft in her
butt cheeks.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now all you have to do is stay in that
position and you'll be fine." Ernie winked at Jack. "See? I'm givin' you a lot
of chances. You and them two goons of yours didn't give me none. But, I'm
gonna warn you, sweetie. If you let go of the top of that molding, Jack's gonna
be upset because you ain't followin' the rules of the game. Ain't that right,
Jack?"
"Seems only fair to me, Ern. How ya doing, Teresa?" Jack, standing behind
their naked young captive, admired the way the muscles in her calves, thighs,
and buttocks strained to allow her to retain her grip on the molding. Teresa
was in excellent physical shape for sure. That was good, thought Jack, for two
reasons: A) He didn't like flabby women; and B) she figured to be able to take a
lot of punishment. Cause a lot of punishment was what this raven-haired
Mexican beauty was going to get. And he was just the man to dish it out!
Poor Teresa could tell, inside of two minutes, that she could not sustain
her extended posture for long. And then Ernie made it worse. Squinting at the
marvelous play of light and shadow on her half-naked breasts and dark-thatched
belly, he said, "You're doin' fine, Honey. But yer hands are too close
together; I want 'em apart!"
When, again, Teresa hesitated briefly, Jack's black belt exploded across
the backs of her taut, naked thighs again, causing her to groan pitiably into
the gag. "When you goin' to learn to do as you're told?" It was everything
Teresa could do to keep her hands in contact with the top of the doorway. And
slowly she moved them a few inches apart, as Ernie had ordered.
Meanwhile Ernie's good eye was glued to her tits, as the black satin top
parted a bit more when she spread her hands. "Yeah, that's it, " Ernie leered
as more of her breasts were exposed. "A little more, now, sweetie," Ernie
instructed, grinning lewdly. He could of course have pulled the bolero back or
even off any time he wanted to. But Ernie liked to play games. Especially
games with big-breasted beauties like Teresa Martinez.
Teresa slid her hands another inch or two apart, revealing a little more
breastflesh.
"Christ, Jack" Ernie called to his partner, "She's got some tasty jugs!" He
could see the inner edges of her dark aureoles now; if she were to move a little
more her slinky top would surely fall away from those perky, pouting knockers
she had teased him with just a few nights ago. "Wider," Ernie whispered, his
voice hoarse with lust.
Flushing, the dark-eyed beauty moved her hands another couple of inches
apart, causing the shredded fabric to fall away from her splendid
pleasure-globes altogether. Ernie the Weasel's tongue licked his thin lips
with delight. Teresa's nipples had been well worth the wait. They were chips
of sweet dark chocolate centered on two delicious-looking scoops of
mocha-colored tit-flesh.
"Bueno," Ernie murmured almost inaudibly. "Mu-y fucking bueno!" He moved
toward her as if to cup her breasts and Teresa unthinkingly reacted by lowered
her arms to fend him off. In less than a second she felt the fiery kiss of
Jack's belt on her buttocks. Followed momentarily by a vicious slap from the
ferret-faced man that stung the inner curve of her firm right breast.
"Keep yer fuckin' hands up!" Ernie roared. Teresa hastily complied,
stretching toward the ceiling again.
Teresa's dark eyes, smoldering with a mixture of hatred and fear, glared
fiercely at Ernie; his hands were still damp from the rain. She shrank from
his noxious touch, but condemned to hold on to the molding as she was, her
pathetic attempts at evasion were unavailing. "Carlos," she pleaded silently,
"Please come! Where were her brothers?" she wondered.
Ernie's face darkened when she tried to turn away. "I don't think she
likes me, Jack. I think we're gonna have to teach this lady a little lesson."
Ernie said, as he cupped her gorgeous melons in his gnarly fingers. Her breasts
were warm in his cool, wet hands. As he had on the night of their first
encounter, he savored the rich sweet smell of coconut that clung to her body.
She must have used the oil liberally on her golden globes, he thought. Her skin
was baby-soft. But her breasts were firm in his greedy hands. Just the way he
liked 'em.
The little man's good eye was wrathful as he was forced to look up to meet
her dark eyes; her vertical stretch reminded him again, as he had been reminded
all his life, of his small stature. Ernie's face was inches from hers now, his
breath foul. "I'm gonna cut you down to size, girlie," he whispered in a voice
charged with suppressed rage, his voice so low that Jack, standing only half a
dozen feet away could not hear. Teresa felt his rough hands tighten menacingly
on her tender breasts.
And then, in a louder voice, "When she lowers her hands, give it to her
good, Jack. Right across that sweet ass! I wanna feel her tits jump!"
Teresa's arms were already bone-weary. She felt Ernie's paws mauling her
breasts as she desperately tried to hold on to the molding overhead.
The battle, Ernie knew, could only have one end. "How long," he sneered,
"Do you reckon you can keep yer arms up there, you thieving Mexican whore?"
