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Now it was a Sergeant's turn. The Sergeant stood proud and tall between Consuelo's legs, and after his round of bliss, after feeling the softness of her thighs in his hands, he half-closed his eyes and yelled one loud patriotic cry… “¡Viva, la, república!” So amazing to take her naked on that cannon!
With this liberating cry came the liberating load of jism. Each bolt of hot seed brought the unfathomable satisfaction of doing this to a noble señorita who would normally never get even close to.
Consuelo felt so powerless! They were holding her nearly horizontal! Four men on her at all times! Playing with her tits! Leering at her! Pouring liquor on her. Asking her how she loved getting gang-fucked by Mexican soldiers! And her back always warming the cannon’s steel. She now knew perfectly every little detail on that cannon.
Now it was a senior Corporal who was soon to be promoted. They were once more raping her in descending order of ranks, as per tradition.
With her father still alive and watching.
Mrs. Dickinson was still getting raped on all fours with her noble face sliding in the dirt as a Lance-Corporal of the cavalry pounded her in all urgency, and presently looked up at the cobalt sky and let out a groan of absolute delight as he dumped his load.
“Aaah, yes! We won!”
An African drummer boy replaced him. Mrs. Dickinson started yelling and protesting as the lad knelt behind her. She was not going to allow a negro inside her! She tried to get up, but a nearby cavalryman hit her and forced her to stay down on her knees and elbows, face first in the dirt with her butt high and protruding.
The boy forcefully entered her. With his African hands on the loaves of her butt, the boy raped Mrs. Dickinson deep and hard, making her feel that he had already done this before. This greatly shocked her, for he was indeed just a boy, not conceivably older than thirteen or fourteen springs!
The blonde widow got shaken in spat-spat-spat sounds, the sensual vastness of her pale butt striking him against her will, in urgent strokes, as the short boy raped her in complete frenzy, his face distorted in an expression of glee that bordered on pain. His mouth losing slobber as he quickly reached his flourish.
“AAAa, aaaAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!” the boy let out, loud and clear as he emptied his balls inside Mrs. Dickinson, his mud-brown hands clenching the crease of her white hips.
He got up and was given a bottle of tequila, from which he took a swig, but the lad coughed violently as the men patted him on the back and laughed. A Private was already renewing Mrs. Dickinson’s tour of compulsory sex duty.
Ann Blyth was no longer screaming. She was whimpering loud and clear, subjected to a rolling rotation of cavalrymen and infantrymen, who were deep into what looked like a heated contest to see who could rape her the hardest and longest. She looked so ridiculously light and fragile amid them, and yet that little body seemed to withstand the never-ending punishment.
The little Milady was now flat on her stomach and each man raping her was delightfully bouncing on the exposed display of her boyish-looking butt. Her face was eating the dry dirt of Texas under a serene sky as the forenoon sun rose and the wayward wind seemed to stop by to watch. This would be a day to remember in history.
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Consuelo de Quesada had now been moved by two cavalry Lance-Corporals, who had watched Mrs. Dickinson being mounted from behind and were very eager to learn what Consuelo’s white butt looked like under the sun.
They bent her over the cannon, with her chest resting on the thick barrel as the senior Lance-Corporal ran his caressing hands around the contours of those heart-shaped buttocks where she usually sat when playing the piano in her father's neat hacienda.
Such a fine young lady they were having! What a booty for taking the fort! The red-coat cavalrymen were savagely aroused by her hourglass shape, their minds unable to believe they were just about to sink inside this superb señorita. The negro drummer boy was right there, close by and masturbating in a frantic attempt to bring back life in his cock, for he wanted to try her too -- today he was enjoying white pussy.
Consuelo felt that Lance-Corporal as he sank deep, leaning on her and burying his sun-baked face in her hair. He was horribly large inside her! She was forced to moan as he took her waist and began to bump her buttocks against his red-uniformed frame.
She looked around her and saw she was surrounded by cavalrymen each wearing his cuirass that shone bright under the sun, where she could see the reflection of her own rape, where she was kept leaning on the cannon, while the man behind her basked in the act of breeding the noble maiden from behind and make her groan and whimper like a common whore.
He now stood tall like a bishop in a game of chess and raped her with his eyes sunk into the fascinating display of her wide curves that seamlessly blended into her narrow waist. He looked at the cannon over which Consuelo was bent and this reinforced the fact she was war booty. General Santa Anna and the cavalry Colonel both looked on and nodded in approval.
The Lance Corporal suddenly erupted inside her. He literally died! His dying scream of glee shot throughout the fort like a cannon as he dumped an epic load. This felt so good! So God-damned good! After this battle! The Negro drummer lad kept masturbating, looking at Consuelo's feet in the dust, then up along her legs, his dark eyes violating all of her right to the all-European contrast between her fair face and her long hair of shadows.
The other Lance Corporal followed suit while the privates, an entire platoon of them, were eagerly waiting their turns. The Negro already had a semi-erection, but he also knew those white Mexicans were going to force him to wait until each of them was done.
Every man from the rank-and-file was thinking of a vast array of ways to humiliate and debase the noble señorita, but first, they all wanted to empty their stores of sperm inside her. They were brave Catholics who were afraid of going to Hell if they sodomized her. Proper military tradition called for a vaginal rape first.
The second Corporal was now grunting like a frantic baboon. It looked as if his entire reason for existing lay in the way he was bouncing Consuelo’s white bottom against him and how deep he could fuck her.
Consuelo, her tits pressed on the cannon, moaned like a cheap tramp as the barrage went on unabated…
“aaaahh, aaaahhh… Oh, Dios! ¡Por favor para! Aaahh, noo, aaaahh aaaahhh… Aaahhh Dios! Aaahh… James… ¡James! Aaaahhhh! Aaa-aaaaa…”
Consuelo shivered from head to toe, her feet planted in the sun-warm dirt, her beauty caressed by the Texas wind as she was hit by God’s finger!
The nearby men all burst out with laughter as they heard her long series of whimpers.
The junior Lance Corporal filled up the señorita in a manly way that did honor to his regiment. General Santa Anna smiled as he watched.
The cavalryman kept bouncing her against him and shook her all the way through his painfully hot ejaculation, unable not to scream as he gave Consuelo several bolts of jism. A tribute to her beauty.
Then, at last, it was the rank-and-file’s turn!
Consuelo feared for her well-being. So many men who had yet to go inside her!
She took a quick glance at her father, who lay nearly motionless. Her eyes met his. He was breathing hard. Still alive. Still watching her and so very much ashamed for having failed in protecting her from this.
Consuelo de Quesada braced herself for another session inside her sore pussy when the oldest Private of the pack lowered his light-grey flannel trousers and urgently entered inside her well-drenched cunt. They kept her in that same position where her breasts remained flattened against that cannon, so the Private took her from behind.
He had had sex with many girls over the decades, but Consuelo was in a class of her own.
The old Private soon screamed his bliss. He was replaced with another Private wearing that same cobalt-blue uniform. Once that newcomer was done with bumping Consuelo’s butt against him, he pulled out and left his spot for the next man, smiling a mile wide. That new man also proceeded to rape Consuelo from behind until he transferred his real estate of swimmers in her favour. Each man's groan was a new humiliation for Consuelo.
Many more men were still waiting and masturbating. This was going to be a very long day for the señorita. Cavalrymen had returned from their patrols, and now she was raped on and on amid a mix of blue and red uniforms.
She could even see the reflection of her face in a well-polished cuirass whenever a cavalryman stood near her face while she bobbed on and on from the relentless rapes. Consuelo wasn’t sure she knew the young woman she saw in that reflection from the shiny cuirass of a perfect stranger who was soon going to know her intimate depth.
Her father was still there to watch. God refused to let him go into the light. He kept him there in hell.
General Santa Anna sipped some more tequila and offered some to the fat Captain who stood by, grinning and basking in his post-pleasure glee. Raping Consuelo de Quesada had been delightful and he couldn’t wait to be able to do it again.
The Captain congratulated his General on his magnificent victory as he respectfully accepted the tequila and took a polite sip, his face sweating under the sun of Texas, which belonged to Mexico just as Consuelo belonged to the victorious regiment.
“The fortune of war is on our side, capitán!”
Both the Captain and the General remained there, until the last one of the rank-and-file had taken his pleasure inside Consuelo. At that point, she was down on her hands and knees, her bobbing head looking down as strokes after strokes were given her for free. Each of the remaining attackers took her from behind, finding endless renewed pleasure in those heavenly shocks from her forbidden buttocks. Consuelo was no longer singing a fancy tune while playing the piano. Her butt was no longer sitting on a fancy leather-cushion bench. She was now singing a groaning tune of despair as her butt kept striking those Mexican uniforms against her will, as each man took his delight, gunpowder still in their face, eyes like lights of disbelief as they each gave her an explosion of sperm.
Loads of them called her a tramp and made their final statement by shouting "¡Viva la República--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
A few of them reminded her of all those times they had seen her as she stood on that wall, out of reach when they were besiegers. They did so by uttering "¡Por fin! ¡Por fin! ¡Podemos violarla!" (At last! At last! We can rape her!)
General Santa Anna wouldn't ever have tried to stop his men. They would have mutinied and raped Consuelo anyway.
The last of the rank-and-file, some unfortunate lad whose face had been hopelessly disfigured by a blast of gunpowder that had nearly killed him when a cannon malfunctioned and exploded. He knelt and licked Consuelo's angel-soft bottom in long, avid strokes of his tongue. His fellow soldiers watched him and gave him all the time he wanted, out of respect.
The disfigured lad turned Consuelo around and proceeded to suck her breasts while cupping and kneading them in his demented hands. The señorita screamed in terror when she saw his face. He silenced her as he forced-kissed her under a loud wall of cheers and catcalls from the soldiers. Her dying father watched, sunk in a state beyond horror where words had long failed.
Finally, the lad pushed his trousers down and penetrated Consuelo. Señor Don de Quesada watched his youg, soft buttocks as he began to pound her. A Lance-Corporal from the cavalry pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her head. He commanded her to "wrap her legs around her lover".
Terrified, Consuelo obeyed. As she did so, the lad inside her felt powerful and very hot. It was hopelessly painful, but knowing her father was there and watching, and horrified by this horrible face all too close, the señorita felt a dangerous mixture of loathing and arousal as she unwillingly tightened her legs around the lad and kept him a prisoner of his own lust as she crossed her ankles on top of him.
She felt the heat of his panting breaths on her face, then at her neck, and he suddenly shivered all over and yelled his bliss in her face... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..."
Then Consuelo felt something hot and gooey on her feet. She recognized the voice as the man groaned...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH MILADY! Milady, I love ya. Always had! hhhNNNHHH..."
It was Sam! The black slave had broken free and ran to her. The Mexicans had no doubt understood his intentions and no doubt thought this would be fun to watch. The Negro had been unable to wait and had ejaculated over Consuelo's feet, shouting his love for her in broad daylight as he gave her a glistening blanket of African spunk. To her father's horror as the General watched in fascination.
"This is even more fun than I had anticipated!" Santa Anna observed.
"Yes, the lady has refinement in the way she squeals. What a lovely pair of feet she has!" the fat Captain replied as he looked on. "I have the honour to have been the first man inside her, Your Excellency."
Then it came to the Negro drummer boy, whose erection was now an impressive tomahawk from Africa.
"Time for the lady to taste some slave cock I daresay!" Santa Anna said. "Hey, Mr. De Quesada! How do you like this? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Consuelo's father knew he shouldn't look at this unreal scene, but something even fouler inside him forced him to look at that boy. He had stripped himself naked, revealing a wonderfully handsome frame that looked like dark polished leather. Dark! Like the lowest of the slaves. And there it happened. The young Negro knelt at Consuelo and motioned to her.
"On your hands and knees, white tramp!" he ordered with his boyish voice, looking comically small under his shako. Everyone laughed as Consuelo obeyed.
Santa Anna motioned at two black slaves. Both Negroes smiled as they understood. Soldiers undid their bonds and both slaves walked to where Consuelo was on all fours near the cannon, amid a thick ring of catcalling soldiers where she gave the bonniest show of aristocratic nakedness.
The Negro drummer lad knelt behind the noble señorita and put a hand on her pristine bum! He held his stiff cock, letting time stop for a fleeting moment. He immensely enjoyed this sense of dominance where he watched his African tomahawk over those pale buttocks he should never have been allowed to see.
The two slaves let loose were both strong and tall Negroes. Consuelo raised her head and realized she knew them! Thomas and John McTavish. Their master was of course dead. During the siege and even before, Consuelo had sometimes caught them looking at her. She knew they had always wanted to fuck her.
But her thoughts were put into a blur.
The drummer lad thrust his brown tomahawk inside her! Her father let out a howl of despair as he witnessed the Africanization of his own flesh and blood! Nearby soldiers mocked him! Others said she was secretly enjoying it. Most of the nearby men watched with fascination as the drummer boy began pounding Consuelo, who had long quit resisting at this point. Mr. de Quesada noticed hom submissive she was. Could it be that she was secretly finding some pleasure in this? No! This couldn't be!
Consuelo took the pounding stoically, very submissive indeed. Immorally submissive. Consuelo was weeping. She was utterly crushed by her shame. Now a Negro! Why not a dwarf with a leg missing! Something within her had broken. Her will to resist was broken.
Soon enough, the Negro exploded out of sheer delight inside her and he screamed his absolute bliss! "EEEEEEHHYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRH!!!"
It was so wonderful to ejaculate inside her, knowing who she was! This boy was from San Antonio! Every night when he was free from his chores, the slave boy would remain near the Quesada house and listen when Consuelo played the pianoforte while singing with the voice of a siren.
"What do you know, General Sir! A young Othello inside Consuelo de Quesada!" said the fat Captain, who found Consuelo even more erotic because she was raped by a Negro. With two taller and stronger ones waiting their turns!
“The fortune of war is on our side indeed, capitán!”
"I fear God may punish us for this. This is too beautiful a sight to go without a price."
"Don't speak like this, capitán!"
"Sorry, Your Excellence!"
***
... when Consuelo played the pianoforte while singing with the voice of a siren.
