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Chapter 21 – Maria
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Copyright 2004
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"How is the book?" I asked. I happened upon Maria sitting alone on a bench in a small garden at the far end of the resort. I'd gone for a walk to plot my next move in my seduction of the Masterson's when the sexy Latina appeared before me like a gift from the devil.
It was almost noon Saturday. I'd been at the resort for a week and had not left the premises. I'd been considering asking Karen to go into the local town for a diversion but now I saw another possibility.
"It's not that good. I borrowed it from Marilyn, Mrs. Masterson. I read to improve my English," said Maria.
"Mind if I join you?"
"No, please sit down, Mrs. Donaldson."
"Rozz,"
"All right, Rozz, when it's just us."
"Where's Nat?" I asked thinking how nice it would be to put my hand up the short jeans skirt she was wearing and place my hand on her sex and make it moist. My experience of Latinas was that they like any kind of sex. The Spanish girls in my unit would climb on a dying soldier and give him his last fuck right after the priest had read them their last rites.
Maria was pretty with light mocha skin and large brown eyes. She had that sensuous mouth with those beautiful full lips that we Anglos get off on. And there was the classic Latina butt that stuck out proudly demanding to be fucked. Take your time Rozz I told myself. Let's not frighten the quarry off.
"It's my day off. Karen or Mrs. Masterson are watching him," said Maria.
"And you have to disappear or its not really a day off," I said.
"Something like that," said Maria demonstrating that not discussing your employers with others was the quality of a good servant. Since I was now a rich woman I was going to have to learn something about how to manage help.
"I have an idea. I've been here a week and have not left the resort. I want to visit Newcastle and check out the local scene. Going alone sounds like no fun. Come with me. I'll hire a car. We can have lunch then walk around and see the sites. My treat," I said.
"I don't know," said Maria. I could tell she was interested.
"I really don't want to go alone. It will be an adventure," I said. "Please say you'll go."
"Suppose the Masterson's need me," said Maria.
"It's your day off. Marilyn can survive a few hours of taking care of her own son," I said. "It will be good experience for her as a mother."
My last remark caused Maria to smile.
"I'll arrange for a car," I said to seal the deal. There was a house phone on a column a few yards away. I walked over and dialed Gordon's extension.
"Gordon Caruthers, how may I be of service?" answered Gordon in that clipped British accent.
"There's an American widow in Villa 12 that requires a good spanking and anal intercourse," I said.
"Love to Rozz but I'm on duty until eight," said Gordon.
"The service is this place is not what one would expect," I laughed.
"I could send over Reggie from the gardening crew. He has ten inches and is a great favorite of the housekeepers. If you see one of them walking a little bowlegged then she's probably thrown her legs to the ceiling while Reggie trims her bush," said Gordon.
"Sounds very interesting and I appreciate the word play but I am planning a little off property trip to Newcastle and I need a car and driver," I said.
"Easily done, I'll have Henry drive you," said Gordon.
"Reggie not available," I teased.
"Doubt he has a license. You and Karen off for a little adventure?"
"No, Maria the Masterson's nanny is going with me," I said.
"Slowly working your way through the Masterson's. When does Nat get his turn?"
"Not for some years," I said. "Where's a good place for lunch?"
"Raffles, I'll give the manager a call to tell him you're coming," said Gordon.
"And a bar for afterwards where a girl can get laid," I asked.
"Bennie's, down on the wharf. But be careful. The local's idea of good sex is to spread the tourist on a pool table and let all the patrons have a sample."
"Sounds like the kind of place a girl can test her edge," I said.
"And the nanny's edge needs testing?"
"Yes, my whore's intuition tells me she is ready to sample all that Nevis has to offer," I said.
"Sorry but I must ring off. There's a crises in the kitchen that needs solving. Henry will be out front in fifteen no make that twenty five minutes," said Gordon as he ended the call.
Henry proved to be an elderly gentleman who drove the big Mercedes like his life depended on never scratching the paint. He drove us into Newcastle at a stately pace. The manager of Raffles was at the curb waiting when we arrived. He ushered us inside to a private booth in the back. I suspected that Gordon had informed him that a seduction was in progress and he was to provide the proper atmosphere. The centerpiece was a beautiful arrangement of fresh flowers.
"Chardonnay all right?" I asked looking at the wine menu.
"Sure, Mrs. Donaldson, I mean Rozz," said Maria looking around at the furnishings. Raffles was not new but it did have a certain charm. It looked like the kind of place that the plantation owners gathered and talked about how little production they were getting out of their workers or the price of commodities. It was reasonably busy. It was the height of the tourist season.
"Rozz, let's just be girl friends today," I said.
"Sorry, Rozz," said Maria smiling a little.
"Tell me, where are you from?"
"Guatemala, actually Guatemala City," said Maria.
"And why did you immigrate?"
"My older brother joined the worker's party at the university. One night a member of the death squad came to our door and said that if we were still there next week, we would all be dead," said Maria.
"Wow, I didn't mean to bring up something unpleasant. If you don't want to talk about it I understand," I said nodding my head for the waiter to pour the wine.
"Maybe it would be a good thing for me to talk about it," said Maria taking a sip of the wine. "This is an excellent chardonnay."
"What did your father do?"
"He owned a chocolate factory."
"He made candy."
"Yes, but he had to sell everything when we left. We were wealthy in our own country but we are poor in America," said Maria.
"So how did you get into the United States?"
"Coyotes."
"What?"
"The Mexicans who smuggle people into America across the border are called coyotes," said Maria.
"I suspect that's not meant in a good way," I said.
"They are awful people. They raped me," said Maria.
"Oh that sounds terrible," I said reaching across the table to put my hand on Maria's. "How old were you?"
"Fourteen, it was after we had crossed the border near San Diego. My mother, father, brother, and I were in the back of a truck. One of them pointed a shotgun toward my family. The other two grabbed me and tore my clothes off. They took my virginity while my family watched."
"How many men raped you?" I asked wishing they had made a video. I love rape videos. The General had several DVDs of actual virgin rapes. They were mostly from the former Yugoslavian countries. The Serbian Black Hand really knew how to take a girl's cherry with maximum impact. I recalled one in particular where a family of five was chained to some pipes in this abandoned factory. In comes a paramilitary dragging a thin mattress. Three others bring in this young girl. I'd guess fourteen at the most, no tits or hips, still a Lolita. The cameraman had some talent. He did a great job of capturing the look on her face of pain, fear and humiliation. They cut off her clothes with bayonets.
The leader paraded her naked over to her family and made her stand there two feet from her father as he ran his hand all over her. There were lots of screams and pleading all in some language I didn't understand. The General was trying to get a subtitled version. They made her suck their dicks then the leader got between her legs and entered her. He worked with the cameraman so there was a terrific set of video frames where he slides his cock in her. The camera keeps switching from her ravaged pussy to facial close-ups of her and her family. There were also close-ups of the paramilitary leader who was one fucking handsome guy. You could see the cruelty and lack of compassion in his face. I used to jerk off pretending he was raping me for the first time.
"Four including the driver," responded Maria interrupting my reverie.
"Did they hurt you?"
"Yes, I bled a lot. They did it more than once. They also made me use my mouth on their penises and they took me anally."
"That must happen a lot with the coyotes," I said pouring Maria another glass of wine.
"Yes, later I learned my father had been warned that I would be raped but he decided to go with those men anyway," said Maria. "He felt the loss of my virginity was a price he was willing to pay to get to the United States."
"Have you ever asked him why he did it?"
"Yes, he said that we had no other choice. We could not stay in Mexico. He hoped that I might be lucky and not be raped. But for the sake of all the family, he had to risk it."
"I suppose sometimes one must do what's best for all," I said.
"I try to think of it that way," said Maria.
"So where are your parents now?"
"My father works in a candy factory in Nashville were they make these awful candies of peanuts and chocolate. They're called Goo-Goo Clusters," said Maria after taking a long sip of wine. She was loosening up.
"And the rest of your family?"
My mother works in a Call Center for the telephone company. My brother goes to the university. He is studying to become an engineer. When he graduates I will go to the university. In the meantime I work for the Masterson's taking care of Nathaniel."
"He's an awfully sweet little boy and you are very good with him. I hope your experiences with the coyotes have not put you off sex entirely," I said.
"No, I have recovered. Since then I have had many wonderful and not so wonderful experiences," said Maria.
"To Maria, a true survivor," I said holding my wine glass up and toasting her.
"You are a very kind lady," said Maria blushing.
"Have other girls been part of your experiences?" I asked as I placed my hand on hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. I'd just asked the sixty-four dollar question. Was she open to rug munching and donut rubbing?
"Yes, some of the very best were with other women," said Maria smiling back at me and returning my gentle hand pressure. She was nobody's fool. She probably knew what I was interested in all along. I try to be clever but I thing I give off pheromones that warn the object of my seduction that I intend to fuck them.
At that point, our lunch consisting of the local fish arrived. Lunch was superb by the way.
We drank another bottle of wine. By the time we finished dessert we were sailing.
"Bennie's,' I said to Henry as we exited Raffles.
"That's a bad place. It's not safe for tourists,' said Henry.
"Why, what could happen to us?" I asked.
"Bad men there, they sometimes harm women who come from the United States,' said Henry.
"Harm, how do they harm them?" I asked a question I knew the answer to. Gordon had clued me in that gang rape was probable. Based on my experience of a few days ago at the beach bar Waco's I knew about the Nevis approach to entertaining female tourists. But I was drunk and horny and rape is a frame of mind. I was in the mood to pull a train and I wanted Maria lying beside me handling her share of the boxcars.
Henry decided to shut up and not answer my question. Newcastle is not a large city. In a matter of moments, we pulled up to a run down waterfront bar that looked like it and the pier it was built on might fall in any second.
I'm a rowdy, foul-mouthed drunk and I exploded into Bennies with Maria in tow. The crowd was overwhelming male and local. I didn't see a single other tourist. There was no mistaking Maria and I for locals. I as wearing a mid thigh white skirt and a tank top. A thong was my only underwear. The heat and humidity was serious enough that I was sweating through my top. My nipples were poking out nicely.
Maria was wearing a jeans skirt and cotton polo that showed some very nice olive toned cleavage.
"Rum, the good stuff," I said when I got to the bar.
"Nevis rum is the best in the Caribbean," said the barkeep pouring us a shot.
"Salude," I said to Maria as I drank the rum. She drank hers. I ordered two more and we drank those.
"Want to shoot some pool?" I asked having noticed there was a separate room toward the back with some tables.
"Sure," said Maria.
We staggered back to the room. There were three regular tables and a smaller snooker table. The place was empty.
"Here, play some music," I said handing Maria some money for the jukebox.
Maria selected some Latin tunes while I racked the balls. I broke. There's nothing sexier than a hot young Latina leaning over a pool table. Maria had a great ass and it stuck out like two halves of a balloon. My mouth started to water. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it. Fortunately for me, Maria also wanted to fuck.
We took a few shots then starting dancing together. I was drunk out of my mind. The room was spinning. We started kissing and rubbing out tits together. I pulled our tops up so we could rub out nipples together as we danced. I noticed that some of the other patrons were looking through the beaded curtain watching us. I didn't give a shit who watched. I figured at some point the locals would come in and join the party.
I reached down and pulled Maria's skirt up to her waist, hooked my thumbs in the waist of her britches and hauled them down as I went to my knees. I buried my face in her pussy inhaling the musky aroma and the odor of the piss she took right before we left the restaurant. Maria spread her legs a little, moaned like a butch in heat, and ran her fingers through my hair as I munched her rug. She had a classic Latina pussy. The labia and the clit were a much darker skin tone than the rest of her. The large clit poked out between her labia crying to be sucked.
Maybe the brown pussy is from an Indian or African slave gene that got passed on to the women south of the border. One day, I'll find a pure Spaniard, one of those light skinned Castilian blondes, and eat her pussy as part of my research.
Maria's cunt was like fine Belgian chocolate, dark and rich. I eased her up on the edge of the table and she laid back spreading her legs. It didn't take long to light the fuse of this Guatemalan firecracker. She wrapped her thighs around my head as she experienced la petite mort. She loudly enunciated a torrent of what I took to be Spanish profanity.
"Let me do you," said Maria as soon as she recovered.
I took off my skirt, shirt, and thong. Several of the patrons were inside the curtain and the others were just outside watching. It won't be long I told myself as I hopped up on the pool table and spread my bent legs. Maria parted my labia and stuck her tongue in my hole.
"You're so wet, Rozz, and you taste delicious," said Maria looking up at me. My pussy wet covered the lower half of her face.
The crowd closed in as Maria ate me. Maria was standing on the floor bent over eating me when I saw one of the locals who had some balls get behind her and lift her skirt. He fingered her for a moment then put his hand to his nose for some sort of sniff test. Satisfied of something, he unbuttoned his ragged shorts and let them drop.
"We're going to get fucked," I whispered to her.
"Isn't that what we came here for?" said Maria pushing her butt back against his pecker.
The stud won the honor of first rape of the day as he fitted his dick in Maria's hole and pushed forward. Maria moaned into my cunt as he pushed into her.
Rape, who was I kidding? You can't rape Rosalind Donaldson. How can you rape someone who wants it more than the rapist?
I recalled the time in my junior year in high school. Briefly, I thought I was in love with Barry Carnes and we went steady for a while. Then I decided I wasn't ready to be sleeping with just one boy and broke up with him. He was pretty pissed about it calling me a slut and a whore.
A week later one of his teammates, Tom Gilman asked me to dinner and a movie. It was a nice date. Tom said his parents were out of town and would I like to come back to his house. I said sure. I figured dinner, movie, and a fuck were better than dinner and a movie. When we got to the Gilman's we went right to the bedroom and did it. Then afterwards while we were smoking a joint, out of the closet pops Barry and his buddies on the basketball team.
Barry thought a gangbang would humiliate me and be his revenge for my breaking up with him. I took a look at the horny boys who'd been standing in a hot closet for an hour watching and listening to Tom and I screw. I realized I had a certain need that was unknown to nice girls. I made a decision to fill that need.
"I'll take you all on. Just don't be nice about it. Let's make it rough," I announced as I got up off the bed and slapped Barry hard across the face. He piled on me, slapped me hard several times really ringing my bell then forced himself in the hole that Tom had so recently fertilized. It turned out to be one of those important moments in a girl's life when she learns the truth about herself.
The sexual tension in the poolroom at Bennie's was intense enough that I climaxed before the stud banging Maria blew his load. Following Maria's lead I spouted a long string of swear words. When I recovered enough to look around, I was pleased to see that the scum of Nevis surrounded us. One of the men close to me had good wood so I told him to climb on.
Maria and I wound up side-by-side getting humped. Nevis men are not into exotic sex. It was a climb on, pump and shoot bunch. Maria like me was a noisy screw. She moaned, groaned, grunted and frequently cursed in Spanish. I was the English version of that.
I'd done maybe ten guys when all hell broke loose. A guy with a mouthful of gold teeth was on top of me slobbering on my tits as his long skinny dick probed my twat when a screaming ranting female attacked us. The three of us tumbled off the pool table onto the hard wooden floor. I might add that Maria being a devoted whore did not loose her focus when I fell. She kept right on fucking the guy on top of her. That kind of concentration and commitment is admirable.
Fortunately I landed on top of gold teeth. This crazy bitch flung herself on me attempting to scratch my eyes out and rip my hair out by its root. I don't think I mentioned that I compete as an amateur kick boxer and am a member of the US Army's Women's Kick Boxing Team.
I finally managed to shove the hysterical woman far enough away that I could kick her in the side of her knee sending her down holding her leg. She wasn't a learner. She got back up and lunged at me. I landed a vicious kick right to the family jewels. Between the fact that I was highly pissed and she was heading toward me, the blow lifted her in the air. She went down holding her pussy with both hands and rolling back and forth on the wooden floor.
Seeing that took the fight out of her, I grabbed her by the hair and drug her to the Ladies Room and into a very nasty stall. This was definitely a third world commode and unluckily for her the last occupant failed to flush. I pulled her to the bowl and pushed her face down into the muck and held it there while she struggled for air instead of shit water.
When I finally let her up, she was gasping for air. I used her hair to turn her over and bent her head back over the rim. I put one hand on her jaw as I clamped my hand over her nose.
"Open up bitch," I said.
When her mouth opened I started a rich and copious flow of golden yellow much of which landed in her mouth.
"Swallow it or I'll break your jaw," I said. Her interruption of an afternoon of good fucking had put me in a foul mood. She sputtered and choked but managed to swallow several mouthfuls of my urine.
I wasn't finished. I yanked up her shirt, freed a tit from her bra and laid it across the bare porcelain rim. Then I slammed the heavy wooden seat down on her knocker. Boy that must have hurt. She screeched like one of Nevis's famed green moneys. Then I did the other boob. Anger spent and sweating like a pig I was done. The girl was lying on the broken tile floor sobbing her heart out. I had no idea why she had attacked me.
I splashed cold water on my face and returned to the poolroom. Maria hadn't missed a cock. She was still fucking like a sprinter on steroids. I motioned to one of the men in the fuck queue that his turn at bat had arrived as I climbed up and took my position beside Maria. I raised my legs and wrapped my arms around the man as he slipped his penis in my love tunnel. Sometimes there is nothing better than soulless, anonymous sex with people you do not know or care about.
Maria and I kept at it. Some of the men were on seconds or thirds when there was more trouble. I was between fucks wiping some of the semen out of my cunt with a filthy rag someone had handed me. Five large females walked into the room. The biggest and strongest looking of the five was the leader.
"You the whore that beat the shit out of my sister?" said the woman.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked continuing to clean my cunt.
"My name is Zenobia," she said.
"Your little cunt of a sister attacked me for no reason. I was just defending myself."
"That's not what she says," said Zenobia.
"What does she say?"
"She says you stuck her head in shit and pissed in her mouth then smashed her tits in the toilet," said Zenobia.
"She got what she deserved. Listen if you don't mind I got some more guys here to screw," I said.
"Get her,' ordered Zenobia.
Her four-man crew grabbed me off the table and carried me to a back room. It looked to be an office.
"You lucky I got to get to work or I would have really fix your ass. Zenobia don't allow white sluts to mess with her baby sister. Put her over the couch. We're going to teach her not to mess with the ladies of our island home," said Zenobia to her crew.
I was bent over the back of an old couch with my butt toward the ceiling. Two of Zenobia's helpers were holding my arms and another two had my ankles. I couldn't move as I felt Zenobia's hand pushing into my vagina.
She was using some kind of lubricant that combined with all the semen I'd taken make it easy for her to put her fingers in my box. I'm no stranger to fist fucking of the patient open the hole slowly variety. But Zenobia was in a hurry and that turned out to be lucky for me. Four fingers even four fingers and the thumb are easy for the average cunt to take but the fist is another matter indeed. And Zenobia wasn't exactly petite. She was a big girl, a head taller than me. I was begging her to stop as she forced her hand past my opening.
"You like that?" asked Zenobia as she slowly and inexorably pushed her hand inside me.
"No, it hurts, take it out," I pleaded.
"Oh, is it hurting the sweet little rich lady who's got a villa all to herself at the Four Seasons? That's too fucking bad, honey. Marta is my baby sister and I don't allow no one to fuck with her, even rich whores like you," said Zenobia.
"I didn't know she was your sister. I'm sorry. Please stop," I begged. At that point, Zenobia's hand slipped past my opening. She was inside me all the way to her wrist. It was like childbirth in reverse. I wanted to pass out or die.
"Now I'll make a fist and really open you up. Hold her tight. I'm going in all the way to her baby cooker," said Zenobia. She did and I screamed. I could feel her closed fist moving into my uterus.
I lay there paralyzed with pain. Then I felt her rubbing more lubricant on my anus.
"No, you can't. It'll kill me," I said.
"It didn't kill those college girls last month. They cried and said it would but they all lived," laughed Zenobia.
"One of them was more worried because we shaved all her pretty curls off. It made her very sad when she looked in the mirror at her head after we shaved her skull," said one of the crew holding me.
"We'd shave you but I must be at work by 3:00," said Zenobia.
At the moment given a choice between having my head shaved and fists in my rectum and vagina, I would have chosen to wear a wig for a month. But I didn't have a choice. Zenobia kept one fist in my so-called baby cooker while she pushed her fingers past my painfully stretched anal ring.
I've seen gay guys at the Hellfire club in NYC pack each other's butt with shortening and fist each other. I'm talking big strong weight lifter types with huge hands and arms. You'd hear a lot of grunting and groaning along with some very deep breaths but they would eventually get in up to their elbow. It was kind of awesome to watch two leathermen perform for the S&M crowd. Those memories did not keep me from screaming as Zenobia pushed her hand past my anal ring.
"Now, you got both Zenobia's hands inside you. What you thing about that, missy?" said Zenobia once her hand was in my rectum and my sphincter circling her wrist.
"Look, you've made your point. I'm sorry I hurt your sister. Let me go, please," I said using every ounce of self control to control the pain as I spoke.
"Oh, we're not done yet. We're going to fist fuck you then give you some souvenirs of Nevis, something to remember us by, right ladies?" said Zenobia.
Her crew murmured their agreement. Zenobia made a fist of the hand in my ass and went deep. She must have gone in as far as her elbow.
"Hold her still while I fuck her Nevis style,' said Zenobia as she began to thrust her clinched fists in me. The fist in my cunt went in until it landed hard against the wall of my uterus. The one in my ass traveled all the way to her elbow. She worked me for God knows how long. Finally, she pulled out.
"Now for your souvenirs, we don't want the pretty lady to forget her visit to our beautiful island," said Zenobia pushing something large and round past my well-stretched asshole. Whatever it was, there were several of them then I felt her stick something in my butt and push them up into my guts.
"We wouldn't want you to lose them," said Zenobia.
"Please, no more," I begged reacting to the intense pain.
"And for you pussy too, we wouldn't want it to feel neglected," said Zenobia as she stuffed my cunt with the same hard round objects.
She used something to push them deep in my uterus. I am truly fucked I thought to myself. The pain was unbearable.
"You can run along now to the hospital," said Zenobia allowing me to stand up.
I staggered back into the room where the pool tables were located. Some guy was just crawling off Maria. She was using her panty to wipe the cum out of her cunt.
"I've got to get to the hospital," I croaked bent over double holding my guts which felt like they were going to burst. "They put something in my pussy and ass. I've got to get it out. It's killing me."
***
My excursion to Newcastle ended up in the ER of the local hospital. I was screaming in pain all the way from Bennie's bar to the hospital. Maria held me in her arms as Henry proved he wouldn't drive any faster if my life depended on it. Whatever Zenobia had stuffed inside my holes was mind numbing painful. When I put my hand on my abdomen I could feel something hard and round deep inside my body.
"They put something inside her," said Maria to the ER doctor who appeared by the gurney where I was thrashing about begging for a painkiller.
"Where were you?" asked the good-looking physician who under better circumstances I would be interested in fucking.
"Bennie's, it's a bar. She got in a fight with Zenobia," said Maria.
"Give me something for the pain. I'm a nurse," I screamed. Since I knew all about hospital ER procedures I knew that that a good ER does not hand out la-la pills until they know what's up with the patient. Still I was hurting so bad that I didn't give a shit about procedures. Zenobia and her buds had stuffed my cunt and ass full of something and I was in agony.
"Damn that Zenobia. She can't do that to our visitors. The economy depends on them," said the doctor. "Get her into the delivery room."
Nevis is a small island and I quickly understood the good doctor had seen Zenobia's handy work before. The pressure inside my lower abdomen was beyond any pain I'd ever felt there. I've had big cocks and dildos in my orifices but nothing like this. And it was deep inside me. I'd stuck my fingers in my vagina on the ride over and couldn't feel a thing. Whatever it was, Zenobia must have used a broomstick to sink it home.
"Tell me what happened," said the doctor to Maria.
We were in Bennie's bar. Mrs. Donaldson is a guest at the Four Season's Resort. I'm staying there too. I'm a nanny for the Masterson's. It was my day off and Rozz, Mrs. Donaldson invited me to go to Newcastle with her. She's a recent widow."
"What happened at Bennie's?" asked the doctor.
"Rozz and I had a few drinks and played some pool. Some of the guys joined up and before I knew it, they could us on the pool table and raped us," said Maria.
"Are you injured?" asked the doctor.
"No, I'm all right, just concerned about Rozz."
"Did they really rape you? Tourists who visit Bennie's are usually aware that that a session on the pool table is the house special," said the doctor putting on a pair of latex gloves.
"We were pretty drunk. I guess we sort of teased them into doing it," admitted Maria.
"So you two are entertaining Bennie's regulars when all hell broke loose," said the doctor.
"This woman, I think her name was Marta jumped up on the table and attacked Rozz and the man on top of her. The man ran away. Marta and Rozz had a fight. I don't know what it was about."
"Marta is insanely jealous of her husband Pierre. Was the man fucking Rozz a tall skinny man with three gold teeth in front?" asked the doctor.
"He had gold teeth," said Maria.
"That was Pierre. The last time Marta caught him on top of another woman she almost killed the two of them with a machete. What happened next?"
"Rozz beat her up," said Maria.
"Really, Marta is usually the one doing the beating," said the doctor.
"Rozz told me she competed in kick boxing. She laid Marta right out," said Maria.
"Then what happened?"
"Rozz climbed back on the pool table and let another customer fuck her," said Maria.
"And what were you doing all this time?"
"I was on the table beside her. I couldn't do anything. As soon as one ejaculated another took his place,' said Maria.
"Then what happened?"
"These women show up. There were five of them. They grabbed Rozz and took her in another room. I could hear her screaming. After a while, they all leave. Rozz staggers out holding her abdomen. Luckily by that time, the men had finished with me. I helped her back to the car and we drove her here."
"Any idea why you didn't suffer the same fate?" asked the doctor.
"The one you called Zenobia said that since I was a woman of color I could fuck as many men on Nevis as I wanted."
"The leader of those women was Zenobia Watts. She's Marta's older sister. She and her bunch like to teach US women who spread their legs for the men of Nevis a lesson. The fact that your friend beat the shit out of Zenobia's sister didn't help matters. At least they didn't shave Mrs. Donaldson's head. They did that along with many other bad things to a pair of college students that wandered into Bennies, got drunk and pulled a train. They shaved their heads and blacked their eyes then did the same thing to them as they did to Mrs. Donaldson."
"They stuffed something in her pussy and ass?" said Maria.
"Patient's ready, Doctor Embree," said a nurse interrupting their conversation.
I was trussed up in the stirrups extremely anxious for the good doctor to remove whatever Zenobia had stuffed in me. I recalled the last time my legs were in the stirrups; I was in Kuwait and Colonel Bill Dayton was pounding his cock in me. Bill had a thing for fucking a woman in position for a gynecological exam. We did a roll play bit where I pretended to be a patient. His nurse, Lt. Sears, put me in position. Bill did a thorough pelvic exam then hauled his Johnson out and used it as a probe. Lt. Sears hiked up her uniform skirt and mounted my face while the attending physician filled me with his cum. It was a much better memory than what was happening to me now.
Doctor Embree sat down on a stool then rolled it up between my outstretch legs.
"This is going to hurt," said Doctor as he slipped a metal speculum in my vagina and started to expand my opening.
It hurt like hell as he cranked me open.
"Damn that Zenobia. She can't keep doing this," said the doctor putting his hand in my cunt and feeling around.
"Can't you give me something for the pain," I begged.
"As soon as we're done here, I'll give you a shot of Demerol," said the Doctor applying a good deal of pressure as his hand worked its way inside my birth canal.
The doctor selected a tool off the tray of sterilized instruments and put it inside me. I felt it grip something.
"Hold on this is going to be painful," said the Doctor as he pulled something out of me.
I never wanted to pass out so bad in my life. It felt like he had reached up in my cunt, took a firm grip on my uterus and was attempting to turn me inside out. I let out an ear-piercing scream as the object made its passage out of my pussy. I heard a loud clang as he dripped it in a metal receptacle. It turned out there were two more similar objects in my uterus that had to be extracted by the same painful process.
"That was the easy part," said Doctor Embree rolling away to change gloves.
The nurse adjusted my position so my asshole was accessible. Gloves changed the doctor rolled back to position. I can't recall ever having a speculum in my asshole before. He cranked it wide open to the point it was on the verge of splitting my anal ring.
"We call this the gerbil remover," said Doctor Embree holding up something that looked like a hemostat with a very long handle. Ten more minutes of incredible pain and I was empty.
"You had the four, five, and eight in your vagina and the ten, eleven, and fourteen in your rectum," said the Doctor holding up a metal pan containing six pool balls.
"You better get those back to Bennies or the boys won't be able to play nine ball," I said. "Now, how about that shot you promised me?"
"We going to keep you here for several hours to make sure there are no complications," said the Doctor as he stuck a hypo in my bicep.
I didn't pass out right away. I was lying there half awake when I noticed that something was happening in the bed beside me. There was a privacy curtain between the beds but if I craned my neck I could see partially around it. There was Maria, Doctor Embree and the nurse on the bed. The three were naked and the Doctor was screwing Maria whose mouth was noisily servicing the nurse's cunt. My last thought was that I was right about Maria and all Latinas. They were born to fuck.
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