Rancho Paloma Blanca

As I descended toward the landing strip at Paloma Blanca I decided to satisfy my curiosity and let her land us. What the hell, in my pocket was a ring I had snuck away to purchase before we left the resort. I intended to propose to her. I thought that in bed, while she was enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking would be the perfect moment to ask her. Having made up my mind to marry her, I might as well put our lives in her hands.

I needn't have worried, her landing was textbook. She really was a pilot. What a bonus. There seemed to be no end to her surprises. I complimented her over the noise of the growling prop as she taxied to the hanger. She smiled back and gave me a thumbs up. While she shut down the engine, I threw a blanket over our new acquisition.

The ever faithful Carlos was on hand to help me garage the plane. I was in a fine mood so I slipped him 20.00 U.S. as a little bonus. He gave me kind of a funny look before he took off. I try not to spoil the help, so my unusual generosity must have startled him.

While Amparo gathered up Mei Yan's's things, I maneuvered her limp body out of the plane and hefted her onto my shoulder. I was anxious to get up to the hacienda with Amparo so I headed straight for the cellblock with her. Amparo stopped me though.

"Put her on the examination table, amor mio, I want to play with her."

"Let's get up to the house and you can play with me instead." I urged her.

"But I have been looking forward to this moment ever since we took her. I want watch her eyes as they fill with the knowledge that she is mine."

"Ours." I corrected her.

"Yes, mi amor, ours. Please, let me wake her now. You'll see, it will be fun."

"Oh alright, if it pleases you. Go ahead and strap her down."

It was getting too hard to say no to her. I decided that once we were married, a short session on the receiving end of the buggy whip would do Amparo some good as well. Women, even a fine woman like Amparo, should all be born with a label reading: 'Some attitude adjustment required'.

Amparo had Mei Yan strapped down and spread-eagled on her back. Her pelvis was raised radically and her head hung down off the end of the table. With a length of rope and a vice clamp she had tethered the girl's long, ebony hair to a floor ring. Unable to raise her head, her slender saffron colored throat was exposed as though waiting for the sacrificial blade.

Mai Yan was wearing only a pair of shorts and a tube top. Amparo's razor sharp Gerber made short work of those. A sports bra and a white thong followed. I helped her by slipping the sandals from her feet. I noticed for the first time that she had done her toenails in metallic green. I slipped a delicate toe ring from her right foot and she was completely nude except for the small emerald in her navel.

I retreated to the shadows and settled into my recliner to watch Amparo work.

She snapped an amyl nitrate capsule and held it to the sleeping girl's nostrils. It brought her around. She was groggy and completely disoriented. Amparo gave her another whiff. She tried in vain to escape the fumes but she had no freedom of movement. Between the stimulant and the panic of feeling paralyzed she came fully awake.

The first thing that came into focus for her was Amparo's face, only inches from her own.

"Amparo! What has happened? Help me! I can't move."

The only help she got was a sharp slap to her right cheek and a backhand to her left on the return.

"Ouch! Oww! Amparo you're hurting me!"

Two more slaps. As I expected, the tears welled out of her almond shaped eyes and down over her forehead.

"Listen to me, you slimy… little… yellow… cunt! You are not allowed to say Amparo. You will call me Mistress!"

"But Amparo.."

SLAP! SLAP!

Yes, All right! You are Mistress! Please stop hitting me!"

"Shut up and listen to me. You belong to me now. I have taken you. Your name is no longer Mei Yan. Your new name is Baby Pussy."

The girl was very small busted and on her back, her breasts all but disappeared. Just as Herr Hoffman had requested, I smiled. Her nipples, however, were quite prominent. They were almost an inch long and stuck up from her flat, little chest like stubby, tan dowels. Still staring into the girl's eyes, Amparo began to toy with those nipples.

"Please, don't do that, Amparo..AIIIE!"

Amparo had twisted her nubs and jerked them so hard that I half expected them to come loose from the girl's tortured chest.

"What is my name, Baby Pussy?"

"I'm s.s.sorry…M.m.mistress!" she sobbed.

"That's a good little slave." Amparo purred, "And what is your stupid name?"

"Mei..I mean..B.baby Pussy."

"Very good. Now I want you to listen carefully to me. There are only two rules you must learn. The first is that you speak only when spoken to and you always address me as Mistress. The second is that you obey immediately and without question, any order that I give you. Now, do you understand the rules?"

"Yyes..Mistress."

"Good. Then if I give you a little test you should pass with flying colors. No?"

Amparo backed away and unhooked her skirt. She let it drop and quickly peeled off her panties. She moved forward with her feet turned out until her anus rested on the girl's upturned nose. With her fingers, she parted her nether lips and stood with her open cunt presented to the girl's mouth.

"Come now, Baby Pussy, put your tongue up inside my concha . Give your Mistress pleasure."

The shame and humiliation of what was being demanded of her was too much for the young girl. Instead of complying she went into a fit of sobbing. Her flat belly sucking in and out and her ribs heaving as she sobbed into her Mistress's waiting cunt. With a sigh of impatience, Amparo lifted her ass off of the girl's snuffling nose. She found her knife beside the table and held its gleaming blade before her victim's eyes.

" Do you see this? Do you see how sharp is this little knife of mine?"

" Yes…Mistress." The girl managed to whisper.

Amparo leaned over the girl's chest, seized her right nipple and stretched it taut. Then without flinching she sliced her own thumb until her blood flowed. She reversed the knife and drew its back edge across the base of the elongated nipple. Absolutely convinced that the tip of her tit was being sliced off, the girl went into a spasm of hysterical screaming. Amparo allowed the little cylinder of flesh to slip from her fingers. She waited until the screaming shrank to mere shuddering.

With a smile of pure evil she waved her bloody, dripping fingers in front of the poor girl's eyes.

"You failed the test, Baby Pussy. You forgot rule number two. Now you only have one nipple. I like you though, so I am going to give you a make up test. I hope for your other nipple's sake that you pass this time."

Amparo again roosted on the upturned face of the now completely terrorized young girl.

"Now give your Mistress her pleasure, Baby Pussy!" she commanded.

This time there was no hesitation. The little Asian beauty strove with every fiber of her being to please her Mistress. Amparo grasped the little China doll by her ears and drove her pussy down over a tongue straining to meet her. She rode the girl's face until I was sure she would smother her. Finally she ground herself down one last, shuddering time and flooded her slave's mouth with her juices. With a sigh of contentment she backed away from the conquered girl's slimy cheeks.

As I watched our new Baby Pussy gasping for breath, I had to admit that Amparo's performance had been first rate. Seeing her in action had made my cock rock-hard and I could not wait to get her up in my bed and I told her so.

"Let us go then, mi amor. Tonight I have another surprise for you. The biggest yet. We will leave her as she is for the night"

As a final touch she snatched her panties from the floor and wadded them into the girl's mouth.

"Here. Get used to my taste, little one."

With her promise of another surprise, I had to smile. We would see who was surprised when I showed her the ring. All this and the randy state she had gotten me in made me almost forgot to lock the hanger. We walked to the house arm in arm. I had to imagine that she was even more pleased with the success of our mission than I was. After all it had been a first for her. She was whistling all the way to door.

When we entered the house, I was amazed to find her father, Don de Recalde and Colonel Ortiz waiting for us. I was not pleased at this unannounced visit. With the plans I had for the evening I was in no mood for company.

"Welcome home Steven…or should I call you Mr. Peter Crenshaw. That is your real name, is I not?" Don de Recalde greeted me.

No one in Guatemala knew me as anyone other than Steven Dore. I looked from him to Colonel Ortiz, who was standing behind him with a mouthful of grinning gold teeth. I didn't know what the game was but the fact that they had addressed me by my real name didn't bode well.

"Oh, you are surprised, eh? Yes, we know all about you now."

As he said this he beckoned to Amparo.

"Come and give me a kiss, my little dove."

Amparo moved past me and threw her arms around the Don. The kiss she gave him was not that of a daughter. She turned around, leaned back into his arms and gave me her little girl pouting look. Everything fell into place then. I must have had a pretty stupid expression on my face, because she suddenly let out a merry little burst of laughter.

"Your ego has been your worst enemy, Mr. Crenshaw. You were crazy to believe that you are so irresistible. In this country no man of honor would allow his daughter to become some gringo's plaything. Amparo has been my mistress since she was a girl of twelve. I bought her for less than you paid for the little cook. I realized early on that she is a quick study, so sent her to an excellent school in Spain. Now it appears that I shall recoup my investment. I missed her hot, hairy concha badly while she was here investigating your little operation."

"So you've been playing me for a patsy from the beginning, you bitch. What a chump I am. I was actually planning to ask you to marry me! "

The thought of the idiotic ring in my pocket made the bile rise in my throat. God what I would have given for a gun. I wanted desperately to put a hole right between her laughing, lying eyes.

"Not only did you teach her how your operation works," the Don continued, " but you gave her plenty of time to get into your computer and your papers. We know everything now."

"What made you want to sic your bitch on me in the first place?"

"Your man Carlos was not happy with his small wage. He suspected that you were involved in dope smuggling. Since that is my business, he came to me with this information. Of course I gave him a reward."

Good old, loyal Carlos I thought to myself sadly. I should have known that every one of these poor, threadbare bastards down here would sell their mother for Q 20.00. Hadn't Estrella's father had sold his own daughter for a pittance.

"So now that you see its not dope, you and I shouldn't have a problem. Right?"

"When Amparo told me what was really going on, I had to call my old friend the Colonel to find out if he was your partner in this. You can imagine his distress and shock at having been made an unwitting accomplice in this sordid business of yours. He was even more upset about being an unpaid accomplice."

Colonel Ortiz gave me a look of mock reproach and grinned even more widely. I said nothing while I waited for the other shoe to drop.

"We put our heads together with Amparo and came up with our little Plan. We are sure that the distribution of profits from Paloma Blanca will now be more…how do you say?…equitable."

"Okay. You have me over a barrel. How much do you want?" I asked.

"How much, mi amor?" Amparo laughed, "Why… all of it. As you once told me yourself, mi amor, for us… the pleasure is in the taking."

"You must all be crazy. What about the new girl in the hanger? She is worthless without my contacts. None of this works without me."

In answer to this he pulled my little black book from his pocket and waved it at me.

"We have the contacts." The Don explained mockingly, "Each of these illustrious clients will receive a medallion. A sculpted white winged dove in solid gold along with a magnum of Dom Perignon. The enclosed card will describe these gifts as presents of appreciation from you upon the occasion of your retirement. The card will suggest that any further inquiries may be directed to a Miss Amparo at the same address. It will be a smooth transition."

Colonel Ortiz gave me the final piece of bad news.

Yes, Amparo will now be the real mistress of Paloma Blanca. Even you must agree that she has a natural gift for these activities. As for you, Mr. Crenshaw, we have a cell waiting for you. It is not as nice as your cells here but I'm sure you will get used to it."

"On what charge. If I go to trial you'll all be implicated." I threatened.

"I don't need any charges and there will be no trial" Colonel Ortiz smiled.

He shouted an order and a squad of his men rushed into the room and took hold of me. In a last ditch effort I appealed to Amparo.

"Surely I must have meant something to you. It couldn't have been a complete lie. I really wanted to marry you! Don't let them do this to me, Amparo!" I pleaded with her.

"I am sorry, mi amor, but yes…it was all a lie." She said cruelly, "Even the part about you being such a great lover was a lie. The truth is… that on a scale of one to ten, you are…maybe a five."

" I hope you rot in hell, Bitch!" I spat at her.

"Look on the bright side, amor mio, you will have a chance to sample the pleasure of being forced to give. In El Pavon prison there are many masters and I am sure one of them will be more than willing to train you. Maybe your new name will be Cock Holster" She laughed gaily at this bit of wit."

That was my last sight of her as they hauled me away…those goddamned laughing, black eyes of hers.

Postscript: I have related this sad story as it was told to me by Peter Crenshaw while we shared a cell in the notorious El Pavon prison. I have not seen or heard from him since my release. It is doubtful that I ever shall, so I am afraid that his story must end here. Perhaps if I am ever in Guatemala again, I may seek out Amparo. If I can convince the new mistress of Rancho Paloma Blanca to confide her own adventures….Who knows? Perhaps I may be able to share them with you at a later date. Hasta entonces estancia tieso o mojado dependiendo de que sexo usted es! Adios! Estaban Bacca.