The Texans have surprised the enemy camp and slaughtered half the Mexicans. They are gang-raping their women. Consuelo watches her own husband rape.
Consuelo heard it all from a safe distance. Those shrill screams of Mexican girls deeply moved her. She ran to General Houston, who stood nearby and watched the field with his spyglass while his staff officers stood by, and soldiers hastily pitched the General’s command tent not far away.
Consuelo wanted to tell the General to order the men to stop this! To tell him that it was so wrong and evil a thing to do, but she was stopped in her tracks by what she saw in Houston’s face, then she noticed that the staff officers—Captains mostly—were looking at her with predatory lights in their eyes.
She said nothing and walked away. At a distance she felt was safe, Consuelo resumed her observation of the field using her spyglass. She observed the surreal scene as many small-scale tragedies unfolded in this grand-scale orgy where the Texans took their revenge for the loss of Fort Alamo. Consuelo was unable to stop looking!
There was something so intensely erotic in all those bosoms, those legs and buttocks being so brutally forced into broad-daylight display! She was soaking wet under her dignified dress, the very same model and light-rose colour she had been wearing when she stood on top of that white wall in Fort Alamo. She was wearing a fringed shawl too, a white shawl that symbolized the purity of her marital engagement.
Her spyglass fell on a figure she recognized. Jeb! But what was he doing?
He stood by as a pack led by a Sergeant—whom she knew by sight—were in the very act of assaulting a beautiful young woman with long raven hair that made her look a bit like Esmeralda. Then, Consuelo stopped breathing.
That Mexican lady was wearing the very same dress she was wearing herself!
Consuelo deduced at once. This was Santa Anna’s mistress and she remembered all too well the insane pleasure she had seen in the General’s eyes when he ripped that pale-rose dress and opened it wide to uncover and feast on her tits.
Santa Anna had kept that dress as a trophy and had it repaired for his mistress to wear! Indeed, that young señorita had a similar size and figure as her, except her hair was longer and darker.
Panting hard with unstoppable arousal, her face sweating under the hot sun, Consuelo watched on as the Texans brutally undressed Santa Anna’s mistress out of that trophy dress.
Jeb, unaware he was being observed by his wife, experienced a monstrous erection as he heard the sharp sound of tearing fabric and the Mexican mistress cried out, “Aaaaahhhh Naaoooooooo!!!”
The Sergeant ripped her pale-rose dress open and she was suddenly topless, her breasts revealed in their pale Hispanic splendour under the bright afternoon sun! It was learned that Carmen’s nipples were medium brown with notes of russet and stood on wide areolas that crowned a pair of alluring tits.
Jeb’s jaw dropped. He never expected her to be naked under her dress, but the fashionable lady had hastily put her dress on upon hearing the first gunshots. She was in the act of running to save her virtue, barefoot, when she became war booty.
The luminous sight of her tits became a surreal reality between the light-rose plaid curtains that the Sergeant promptly pulled down her shoulders and arms, and all saw how her wide areolas danced in their sudden liberty.
The wretched young lady kept bawling between jeering Texans restraining her lithe wrists where she formed powerless little fists amid the catcalls. The men laughed as they watched her free-moving titties and promised her a very pleasant ride.
In a flash, Jeb realized he had seen that dress before. He remembered now! He had seen Consuelo in it! Yes!
“Hold her for me, Sergeant, will you! I can’t wait any longer! Let’s give the Mexican tramp what she deserves!”
The grinning Texans lifted the bawling señorita off her bare feet and drowned her under jeers and catcalls, even spitting on her, calling her a trollop and a tramp as they spread-eagled her amid them and tucked up her dress, crudely uncovering her dancing lush patch of raven hair as she writhed and ragingly begged them, crying out loud and wailing in a poignant litany of Mexico-City Spanish.
Upon a closer look, Jeb found much similarity between her carpet and his wife’s.
More than ever, Jeb was picturing Consuelo getting stripped out of that very same dress and gang-raped by the Mexicans in Fort Alamo.
He quickly undid his belt and lowered his trousers, standing between the beautiful stranger’s legs, unaware he was being observed by Consuelo herself, and with a brutal war cry, Jeb pushed himself inside Santa Anna’s mistress…
“AAAAAAAhhh yeahhh! For Texas! Remember the Alamo!”
Everybody around her began chanting “Remember the Alamo!” as Carmen learned painfully what it felt like to get raped by a Texan officer with the clear knowledge she was then going to be raped by every single man she saw and heard.
She shook her head in her powerless rage against her fate, her long hair only enhancing the brightness of her pale olive complexion as her tits jiggled in a primal show of war prize.
Jeb took immense pleasure in watching them in their wild dance as those brown nipples followed his hip thrusts. And he raped her even deeper and harder! He had no idea that raping an enemy woman would be so much fun! He also felt great sorrow under his wild joy, for he was absolutely certain now that Consuelo had been savagely raped immediately after the battle. Revenge!
“Remember the Alamo, Mexican bitch!” Jeb uttered with his strongest push!
“Aaa hhaaaa Naaaoooo hh oooooooo!!! AAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAghhh aaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
“This is her first time getting raped. The bitch! She better get used to it!” the Sergeant observed as Jeb neared his no-return place.
Carmen’s face looked as twisted as if she had just drunk a full bottle of tequila in one drop! The tears streaming down her eyes completed this tequila similarity. Her devil-black hair offered many shimmering enigmas as Jeb exploded inside the stranger.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH CONSUELO! YES! YES! Yesssssss! Aaahhrrrrhh yyaarrrhhhhh! Remember the Alamo!” Jeb uttered, panting and sweating as he relieved himself.
“Not Jeb! No! Not my Jeb!!! Nooooo…” Consuelo cried out as she saw Jeb through her spyglass as he concluded the rape with clearly visible delight.
She couldn’t stop looking! She was soaking wet! It was so intense! So preposterous! Consuelo caught herself wishing she were right there, in the middle of her own soldiers and herself gang-raped by men she had often caught looking at her bosom.
What a tramp she was! She didn’t deserve Jeb! She knew that staying there so close to the battlefield wasn’t entirely safe, but there she remained all the same, her feet glued to the grass and her spyglass glued to her eye as she observed the pack of Yankees in the act of swiftly undressing her Mexican rival. Jeb looked like a man! She had never seen him so absolutely a man, for only men could rape like this.
Carmen the polished señorita soon found herself Eve-nude amid Texian irregulars wearing deerskins and often grinning from dirty bearded faces.
Carmen felt Texan hands holding her wrists and ankles as they lifted her up again, and now it was the Sergeant—she saw three chevrons on his dark-blue sleeve—who stood between her legs and invaded her dishonoured sanctum.
“Aaaahhrrr! Yeah! Yeah! She’s a good one! Let’s go, Mistress Puta! Get used to it! Yepeee!!!” the Sergeant yelled as he did his best to surpass Jeb’s vigour.
She felt the Sergeant’s hands around her waist and countless hands jockeying and fighting for the privilege of her tits. Her forced body pushed whimpers out of her with each punishing thrust from the grinning Sergeant.
“Here! Some brandy for a better taste!” a Corporal said as he poured the liquor on her tits and began licking at once, soon joined by a Private on the opposite tit as she remained spread-eagled amid that circle of standing men, and Carmen was Americanized by the Texan Sergeant, who soon ejaculated with a loud growl that sickened her.
And she felt so angry! So humiliated! Getting her tits sucked and played with by those unwashed peasants who couldn’t even read their own language, let alone Spanish!
Carmen closed her eyes and tried very hard to wake up in Mexico City, inside her lavish bedroom in the presidential palace. Alas she was painfully there, gang-raped by the enemy near a shit hole of a place called San Jacinto.
“Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!” the Texians kept yelling at her as they whistled and catcalled, enjoying their full erections at the sight of her legs, her butt and all the rest of her as they moved her around and touched her everywhere at once. A Corporal was stripping himself naked for her.
This was a lady who belonged in the elegant salons in Mexico City. To see her Eve-nude in that field was priceless. She was ready to be fucked and that tall Corporal was more than ready after his session of tit-licking with brandy. The stalwart Corporal was there as well, ready to cheat on his little pregnant wife.
“Let’s have her from behind like the Mexican bitch she is!” the tall Corporal barked as they “kindly invited” the said bitch to get down on her hands and knees for the Texan army.
Carmen yelped with pain as she was brutally shoved to the ground, while tents were burning and Mexican wives, mistresses and daughters were being gang-raped all over the camp.
Implacable hands forced her on all fours and the Corporal’s hands soon encircled her waist.
“I love your butt, Mexican milady!” the tall Corporal bellowed as he entered inside her without asking.
“Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!” the men repeated as the tall Corporal, his Texan leather trousers down, raped Carmen like a palomino stallion and forced whimpers out of her ladyship.
This man felt so strong around her waist! He was so forceful! Santa Anna was a mere boy in comparison! Carmen was soon moaning like a tramp!
“Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!” the men screamed so loud that Carmen didn’t hear the Corporal’s final yell of victory, but she felt it all right.
Then, the stalwart Corporal took his turn, kneeling behind her and grinning at his fellow Corporal as he entered and found how amazing she felt! And he resumed her ordeal, with Consuelo watching through her spyglass and having great difficulty not to bury her other hand under her dress, because she stood where men could observe her—and she did feel male gazes on her.
Carmen was soon filled up with a great many loads as Corporals and First-Class Privates followed one another, and a Captain cut in. The officer was a bit late to the fiesta, but he was respectfully let in. Gang-rapes of enemy women did much to bind the men to their officers. General Sam “the Raven” Houston understood this well.
“Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!” the men cheered as Carmen was still on her knees and hands, taking an endless supply of Texan men inside her, and still processing the fact that she was indeed on the losing side.
The story about the pretty daughter of a Mexican Major or Coronel ran around the Texan troops. Captains and Lieutenants and the Colonel who had led the victorious assault on the camp now flocked around “the Coronel’s little tramp”.
Inès was Eve-nude amid countless hands and arms, and a forest of ready erections. She was forced to entertain the officers, most of whom took unfathomable enjoyment in having her bottom tapping against them as their battle-horny cocks got stiffly acquainted with her while the others kept vociferating at her, jeering at her and pouring whiskey on her raven hair.
The fifty-year-old Colonel kept running his hands around Inès’s heart-shaped buttocks, enjoying the subtle shades of her pale olive skin with dollar-wide eyes as he couldn’t believe his luck, and also felt oceans of guilt, as he stood on his knees behind her and used his horse-riding hands to drive the maiden back and forth. She was so tight! It was delicious! He relished every little detail of the coitus. This girl was fifteen at the very most, meaning she was just as young as his lovely favourite cousin, now dead, when he fucked her in a stable back in 1802.
He was one with her, one with his barbaric gesture as he kept ragingly pounding her wonderfully young buttocks, loving how their soft roundness got flattened against him with each stroke, loving how the wretched girl kept bawling amid her forced whimpers. How could he do such a horrible thing? But oohh! He was passing his edge…
“Aaaaahhh! This is it! This is it! I’m the Colonel who won! Yes! Yes! We won! We WON…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH SAN JACINTOoooooooooooooooooo!!! Ughh! Ugh, ugh, uughh! Oh God! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH! Ooaaaaahh…”
As he emptied himself inside the sobbing maid, the old Colonel felt literaly cut in half and basked in his final heat. He was definitely going to give the orders to have the little tramp brought in his tent, where she’d be the designated doxy for the regiment’s officers.
But the Captain of the light rifles company made a similar claim as he took his own turn inside the cute little miss. After him, the regiment’s Sergeant-Major turned her around and raped her with her legs propped up and pushed together in such a way that the señorita was making some sort of Arabian number 6 as the forty-something warrant officer took his pleasure while keeping her lovely little feet high in the air, and he exploded like a mad-house escapee, liberating a prodigious load of semen.
And then another Sergeant-Major grabbed her head and shoved his cock inside her gaping mouth. Inès thus made her début in the age-old art of sealing lips around a man, and she kept sliding up-and-down his length while having her jaw painfully pinched just in case she tried to bite.
Inès was now leaning on her side in foetal position, her mouth filled with a Texan cock while another man laid himself down on his side behind her, and he soon penetrated her and began to pound her gently, holding her waist tenderly and telling her how beautiful she was, and he said he was a Major and would order the men to go gently, for she was a very fine girl and he was so very sorry to be using her like this without a proper social introduct… “UUUUUUGGHHH IONN!!!”
The Sergeant-Major soon exploded inside her mouth and sent all his salty sludge down Inès’s throat. The poor girl spat out full dollops of Texan sauce, just as a Captain grabbed her head and resumed her forced initiation to oral sex, while another man took his station behind her, and soon enough, Inès had two cocks inside her and her confused mind tried to find any sort of foothold on her new reality, but failed. The only thing her feet were sure of is that someone was presently kissing them.
“Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!” “Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!”
k-Paaww k-k-pp-k-paa-aaawwww!!!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAaayygggggghhh We Won!!!”
Many a Baker rifle was fired at the blue heavens to celebrate this day that would go down in American history as the day when the fallen heroes of Fort Alamo—and the ladies of Fort Alamo—were avenged.
***
“N-nnoooo! Nooo! Let me go! Let me go, you stinking dog shit!” Esmeralda barked as Texan volunteers found her in Sergeant Fernando’s tent and took her outside as they set the tent ablaze.
“Now, little señorita! Now! Show us your titties!” barked a depraved-looking irregular in his forties, himself a father of five.
“I’m on your side! I was a prisoner! Don’t you hear my English?” Esmeralda cried out, rolling her “Rs” in her panic.
“Oh, those are nice-sounding Rs, young lady!” the older man said.
The bearded Texan began forced-kissing her and running his fingers through her gypsy-girl hair as she desperately writhed her little body amid those Texans she began calling “¡cerdos depravados!” (depraved pigs), reverting to her native Spanish from San Antonio.
“Leave my wife alone, you scumbags!” Fernando shouted as he lifted one Texan clean off the ground, his hands on the verge of breaking his neck!
But a burly Sergeant of the Texan army struck him with his rifle butt in the back of his head.
Sergeant Fernando let go of the man he nearly killed with his bare hands, his head hurt much, but he didn’t went down.
He turned and faced the attacking Sergeant just as soldiers were about to skewer him with bayonets from both sides at once!
“No! Stop! Spare his life! Spare his life! Spare his life! Spare his life! I’ll do what you want!”
Esmeralda was speaking. The Texans only entered their bayonets a bit inside Fernando’s hide. The Sergeant struck him again with his rifle butt, this time hitting him square on the head, and Fernando fell down, where no less than three tall and strong Texans restrained him and soon tied up his hands behind his back.
“All right, little tramp! We’ll let your husband live! But he’ll watch how we’re going to make you pay for our dead friends in Fort Alamo!” the Sergeant barked.
“And for what they did to our women over there! And up north! My own wife and two of my daughters were… Please, let me go first inside her! I want to rape her little ass and make her pay back!”
To the unspeakable chagrin of Fernando, the men kept him on his knees, hitting him any time he spoke or stirred too much, and they made him watch, from the beginning to the end, as the Sergeant first took his pleasure inside Esmeralda, after she was promptly stripped out of her favourite white dress, then spread-eagled with her black-haired cunt in crude display.
Her little tits and nipples were a beauty to watch under the revengeful Sergeant, who soon nearly died inside her. He was followed by another Sergeant and a long litany of Corporals and privates, each of whom struck the message home while others kept masturbating and yelling, “Remember the Alamo!”
“I’m, a, lady, of, Fort, Alam—mo my-, myself! You, f, fools, say, you, like, Aaahhh, Fernando!” Esmeralda kept blurting out under the never-ending barrage of Texans who kept relieving themselves on top of her.
The short skinny girl lay on the sun-shimmering bed of her long black hair, her small head bobbing as if it were its one purpose on earth.
The chaplain himself came and enjoyed the girl whose hair he described as being “just as black as Jezebel! And yes, my sons, I always say we must forgive our enemy, but this is different! Here! Take this, you Mexican Jezebel! Uugghhh—Oohh yes! UUUUUUGGGGHH!!! Ooohhh Oooaaaaaaaahhh she pulls a lot of sperm!!!”
After a great many privates, the older irregular finally had his turn. He had the gypsy-looking girl flipped over and positioned where her slender buttocks were fully displayed as a pair of sunlit buns, and he spread her pale olive butt cheeks apart to gain access to her rosebud.
Fernando felt powerless and aroused against his will. There was nothing he could do, and perhaps there was justice in it. He thought of Rose-Anne and the way he himself and his fellow soldiers had so dishonourably used the ladies of Fort Alamo.
After much spitting on his eager cock, the father of five brutally invaded Esmeralda, whose screams almost reached Consuelo and General Houston’s tent as she was sodomized by the evil-grinning man.
***
Now that half the Mexican brigade was dead and the rest captured or on the run, the vast majority of wives, companions and mistresses and nurses found among the enemy tents were systematically gang-raped by the post-battle horny soldiers.
Consuelo felt greatly saddened upon seeing that the brave Texans weren’t behaving any better than the Mexicans did in Fort Alamo.
Yet she felt highly aroused upon watching those rapes, especially the one her own husband partook in, the one where a strikingly beautiful lady with pale olive skin was being kept on all fours and mounted with great gusto by an endless line-up of Texan rebels who duly celebrated the enemy’s disaster.
Jeb, her own Jeb stood in that line-up! He was masturbating that very same erection she had been pleasuring every night for the past month! Consuelo felt jealous for the first time since her wedding night.
She watched and cried. If Jeb wanted to go a second time inside that accursed woman, then it meant he was perhaps finding her sweeter and better than herself! The Jezebel! Why did Santa Anna have to bring his mistress all the way here? Why?
Consuelo was hooked to her spyglass, like a fish on a line, sweating more and more as each man lasted no more than a minute inside the naked señorita.
She was out of breath when Jeb’s turn came. She was melting wet!
Nearly wounding her eye as she looked on with her spyglass, Consuelo distinctly saw Jeb’s erection as he knelt down behind that woman and took her waist. And when he was inside her, she recognized all too well the rhythm of his strokes.
“This is not fair! Why does this have to happen? Why?!” Consuelo started to cry amid her steaming arousal.
But someone was touching her.
There was a pair of hands holding her waist. She turned around and looked…
“Sir?! Wh… What are you doing?! No! Stop this! This is… So improper!”
“Wrong place, wrong time, young lady!” the man holding her said as she recognized General Houston and his powerful face.
Just as Houston kissed her and she felt other hands on her, Consuelo was shocked to see the same strength as the late Colonel James Bowie in the eyes and face of the famous General. This man, on a battlefield, was quite a man. He was unstoppable!
Consuelo tried to move herself away, but she was melting in his arms.
“No! No, please… Stop this!” she tried to say, but Houston was kissing her so intensely!
She could tell that whenever he had jokingly told Jeb he was a bit jealous, there was some truth in his jest.
Other hands were now groping her and presently lifting her off her ankle-booted feet as she became aware of more officers around her.
“Let’s take her inside the command tent!” one of them said.
Consuelo recognized that voice. It was the same staff officer who had asked her whether she was sure when she spotted Santa Anna trying to flee.
Lieutenant-Colonel Thompson was balding and losing his coonskin hat as they carried Consuelo to Houston’s tent.
“Please, don’t… No, please, stop… This is, oohhh, improper!” Consuelo blurted out.
She kept protesting, panting and sweating, as the staff officers laid her down inside the General’s tent and Houston himself made sure to shut his tent after telling the sentries he wasn’t to be disturbed, and yes, they may enjoy the lady after he and his officers would be done with her.
General Houston had been closely observing Consuelo and had followed her spyglass gaze. He had seen the way she breathed and how aroused she felt. He and his officers had seen and seized the opportunity, and they were now going to do what they had been secretly dreaming of, at last!
Consuelo did not resist, not even when Houston began kissing her neck and another pair of hands began touching her and lifting her dress.
The balding Lt. Colonel was now buried under her dress, where he began kissing Consuelo’s carpet of cunt hair and soon, he darted his tongue inside her, and her loud moaning soon filled the tent amid her token protesting.
“Aaaaahhhh aaahhh nnoooh! No! General Sir, noo! aAAaaaahhhhh aaaaaaaaaaahhhahh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
“Yeah, yeah! We’re keeping the wife hot while Jeb’s enjoying the enemy women! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” Major Jarvis jested as he cupped one of Consuelo’s tits through the plaid fabric of her pale rose dress.
She jerked amid them, secretly enjoying the cunnilingus, the one thing Jeb didn’t like to do for her. She felt Houston’s strong pair of hands on her bosom.
Very feverishly, he unbuttoned her dress top, then unlaced the supple corset under it, and as he pulled that dress down her shoulders and arms, General Houston lowered her petticoat at the same time and his dream of seeing Consuelo topless became true.
Houston couldn’t believe his hands as he cupped her tits and formed lovely cones with them and began kneading them and felt how sweetly they yielded and how young they felt.
Major Jarvis brought a flask of brandy and Consuelo felt Houston’s ravenous tongue on her nipples as he avidly licked the liquor off. She moaned, hard and loud, as she closed her eyes and imagined it was James Bowie doing this. There was so much strength that emanated from General Houston! He was about the same age as Bowie. More than twice her own age.
While Major Jarvis and two Captains took their turns in tasting Consuelo’s tits with brandy, a young Lieutenant unlaced her ankle-high boots with nervous hands. He couldn’t fathom what kissing her feet would feel like.
The balding Lt. Colonel insisted with his tongue inside her pussy, guiding his efforts with the growing intensity of her moans. She eventually jerked amid them and went off like a fuse bomb and he got a nice squirt of sweet female juice on the kisser.
The eager General then ordered his staff officers to “please, get the little tramp naked! We’re going to show her what it’s like to get fucked by real men!”
Consuelo bawled and moaned at the same time, “Nooo! Please, don’t! I’m Mrs. Jeb Lacey!”
“Yes, we know this, and this is precisely why we’re going to fuck you and it’s going to be so good!” the General replied. “And by the way, nice wedding ring you got, Mrs. Lacey!”
Consuelo had lost any semblance of control. She never thought she could be grabbed and gang-fucked by men from her own side! General Houston was a very respectable man, but then, he was a man. She did use caution toward the rank-and-file, but she never suspected officers would do this! Not Texan officers!
Her dress was urgently slid off her, down the small of her back as they lifted her butt off the General’s bunk, then down her legs and finally past her feet, freed from her shoes by the young Lieutenant, who was now kissing and licking them.
“Good idea, Lieutenant Harvey! Those feet look so dainty!” said Major Jarvis.
“Oh, God! How can we blame the Mexicans! I’m sure they fucked her ad nauseam!” the balding Lt. Colonel observed as he helped in rolling Consuelo around and experience a raging erection upon seeing the full display of her pale butt.
Consuelo was unable not to watch General Houston as he lowered his civilian’s trousers and an impressive cock emerged out of it.
“Would… Would you like me to pleasure you with my mouth, General Sir?”
Those winged words came out of the very lady, and astonished everyone.
“Not now, young lady, later, but right now, if you would kindly get up on your hands and knees, I shall presently enjoy you from behind. I’ve been secretly wanting to do this since I first saw you! Half the men in this army dream about you, Milady!”
Consuelo obeyed and surrendered to the consummation of her adultery. This man was the closest she would ever get from being fucked by James Bowie! Houston was a man of the same true grit!
“Ooohhh, Mister Bowie!” Consuelo moaned and purred as General Houston put his hands on her buttocks and knelt behind her.
“OooohhHHHH!!! Mister Bowie! Mister Bowie! Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m a tramp! Gang-fucked! Yes! The Mexicans! On the cannon! Yes! Ohhh, yes!!!” Consuelo moaned as he penetrated her, grabbed her waist and went deep inside her!
“Aaahhrrrrr! Consuelo! At last! At last! Yes! We can fuck her! The noble señorita! It’s permitted! We can fuck her!”
“Yes! Yes! I’m just a tramp! I was worth three pesos when all the Mexicans fucked me all they wanted! My husband is how a cuckold and I’m… I don’t deserve him! Please, stop this!!”
“Too late, young lady! Oh, my Goodness! Oohh! Oohh! This is so heaven-forbid good to fuck her!”
General Houston was very vocal in his laudatory words and sounds as he kept striking Consuelo’s sweet pair of buttocks, very happily so, and he soon let out a cry of pure victory as he shot bolts upon bolts of seed. The tent shook with his loud cry as the meritorious General relieved himself inside Consuelo de Quesada alias Mrs. Lacey.
After the General came, the balding Lt. Colonel took over. Major Jarvis waited his turn while masturbating. All military traditions were to be observed inside Houston’s tent, including the one requiring to rape by order of rank.
The Lt. Colonel kept thinking of the ladylike figure of Consuelo he had seen so many times at the side of that lucky bastard of a Lieutenant, and lastly as she was with her spyglass.
Now he was deep-fucking her! From behind as she whimpered like a bitch! Her butt was even better than he had dreamed of! He was a Puritan. So what! This was war! And she had been asking for it by remaining so close to the battle aftermath.
“Ooohhh—nnyy uuUUUUUUGGHHH!!!”
“Three pesos, noo! No! Aahhhh! Yes! Three, pesos! Three, pesos!”
After the Lt. Colonel, Major Jarvis had Consuelo turned around by the Captains. He felt like having her while enjoying the pleasant view of her free-moving tits.
The Major was so impatient that he fumbled a bit, like a young lad on his wedding night, when he moved himself on top of her and wanted so badly to penetrate her!
The penetration came, and the Major immediately began pounding Consuelo, propping himself up on straight arms so he could admire the jiggling play of her free-to-have tits.
She moaned under him, and felt so very intensely like a dirty tramp, almost as much as when Aaron and Hector raped her with their big African cocks.
Then she wrapped her legs around the Major and went into a heated salvo of moans as she climaxed while remembering the way those dark-skinned Mestizos had used her when her bare feet were resting on the wooden wheel of that twelve-pounder cannon. Consuelo lost it! She felt that being gang-fucked by Houston and his staff officers was so erotic!
“Listen to her! What a tramp!” a Captain Scott observed.
“Aaahh! Yeah! Consuelo! The Mexicans fucked her for three, aaahhhh, pesos!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHRRR!!! And we’re having her for nothing!” Major Jarvis managed to say amid his fierce grunting as he gave Consuelo a hot filling of his Tennessee pudding.
The two Captains felt it would be damned funny to take Consuelo with her butt lifted clean off the bunk, her back arched with her upper bust nearly upside down.
They enjoyed the helping hands of Lieutenant Harvey to keep her up in that glorious position, with her tits beautifully high-riding atop her chest as the first Captain knelt between her legs, lifted her hips, took his stiff erection and penetrated her while the Lieutenant held her ankles behind the Captain’s back.
She herself strained with her legs inside the Lieutenant’s grip in such a way as to facilitate this position that she felt her body was going to love. And the Captain began to heave himself inside her, holding her hips fast, and she just arched back and let herself go as the other Captain, kneeling at her head, cupped and kneaded her high-riding tits. She was fucked properly, like the cheating wife she was. She deserved this. She deserved to be a tramp in her General’s tent.
Consuelo had a solid cause for more moaning like a tramp when that first Captain, tall, mid-thirties and wearing a dark moustache, fucked her like a war champion. She was three-quarter upside-down, her lush triangle of cunt hair in clear display where he was tramp-pounding her and she was tramp-moaning.
She secretly loved the way her thighs were brushing his Yankee-blue uniform while the young Lieutenant kept holding her ankles, then she tightly wrapped her legs around the Captain and felt the Lieutenant’s mouth and tongue on her feet as the Captain kept powerfully impaling her.
Her pleasure-swollen breasts kept shaking for two or three minutes, right under that second Captain who kept her in place, now holding her wrists together in such a way that her hands were constantly stroking his jutting-out erection just above her bobbing face!
She was now being used like the tramp she always was in her fantasies. They were men, each and every one of them!
She climaxed just as the first Captain exhaled hard and emptied himself inside her.
The second Captain repeated the same feat of arms, and she kept on moaning with her cunt kept higher than her high-riding tits, with her tramp’s face even lower as the proud Texan officer kept her hips well off the bunk and did his best to last long, but failed.
“HhNNNNHH CONS-UELLOoohh!!!”
For the Lieutenant who had so amorously worshipped her feet, Consuelo asked to be helped back on her feet.
Enchanting all men present as she moved, the naked señorita tossed the large map off the General’s large table and put her buttocks on it as she sat, then laid herself down, her legs half-folded and her feet resting on the rosewood, offered on the table for the men’s disbelieving gaze.
She propped up her legs and waited for the young Lieutenant, smiling at him and showing off her feet as he approached her and took hold of her inviting legs, further kissing her feet as he unbuttoned his colonial-white trousers and she saw his young erection jutting out from under his Navy-blue jacket.
With her ankles feeling the caress of the young man’s epaulettes, Consuelo let him deep-fuck her with her legs propped up and her feet on either side of his handsome face. She realized that this was the first time she was having sex with such a pale blond man.
The young officer bucked her long, good and hard, and at some point she screamed and climaxed!
“Aaahhh aaaah Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, my God! My God! Aaaahh naaooo! No! They caught me! Three, pesos! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH NYAAAHAAAAAA AAAAAaaaaaaaaa me God!!!”
She couldn’t believe she was doing this! What a branded tramp she was! General Santa Anna was right.
The blond Lieutenant held her thighs and kept pounding her, sweat pearls on his forehead, wondering why on earth he was lasting so long…
He exploded! In hot bursts of jism! What a great fuck she was! He hoped they’d do this again another time.
He pulled out of her and one last rope of semen shot out and beautifully landed as a line of glossy pearls that graced her dark carpet of cunt hair and up her belly, with a small pool falling inside her navel.
The sentries were inside the tent, where they had been watching Consuelo’s exploits at least since the Major’s turn.
The privates came to her. They moved her around and bent her over Houston’s table of military command. And both men had Consuelo from behind. All the while this lasted, she kept moaning and whimpering, her face ever-sliding on that tabletop, on its naked rosewood, with her buttocks in full display and causing each one of those two sentries to be a short-fused man.
Their growls filled the tent and entered a legend that no history book would ever mention about General Houston, whose sizeable erection was already up again, and he couldn’t resist the temptation of fucking Consuelo like this, bent over his own table!
Before he had her again, he ordered the young lady to rise while the map was placed under her, where her tits would rest and her delightful face would be kept sliding.
Then, Consuelo’s face lay on its side, near the place named “San Antonio” on that map, and General Houston grabbed her waist and began to pound her, expecting to last longer this time.
But the victorious General was disappointed in this. He soon accelerated his pace and she felt him twitch inside her as he hollered, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Remember the Alamo! The Alamo! Aahhhhhh yeahhhhh! We won!!!”
***
Near the burnt ruins of Santa Anna’s tent, Carmen, her well-used cunt now dripping with countless loads, was presently grabbed by Jeb, who forced her up on her knees, and as Jeb pulled out his flintlock pistol and pointed it at her temple, he saw the utter panic in her dark eyes.
“¡Por favor! ¡Por favor! ¡No me mates! ¡Haré todo lo que quieras!” (Please! Please! Don’t kill me! I’ll do anything you want!)
The Sergeant nodded at his officer, meaning he was satisfied that she was terrified and very much afraid to die.
Jeb pulled his gun back and he dropped his trousers. Then he took his erection and said, “¡Abra la boca! ¡Trampa Mexicana!” raping her language as he tried to say “open your mouth, Mexican tramp”.
Carmen opened her mouth, insulted at this assault on her language and wondering why he was calling her a trap. She wasn’t going to bite!
As he shoved himself inside her mouth, Jeb made sure she wouldn’t indeed, by actively grabbing her jaw, like the Sergeant was telling him to do, and pinching her jaw, he began to fuck her face, brutally! Carmen’s face took a definite turn for the lower class as Jeb’s cock formed a moving bulge on her cheek.
Soon enough, he pressed her face hard against his crotch and caused her to nearly choke as he blocked her throat, and then he recoiled before slamming again, and so on, back and forth as he now held her head like a cannon ball and violated her face while grunting like a rutting bison, and he suddenly pulled out and watched his shower of jism land on Carmen’s lovely face.
The Sergeant followed suit, except he forced the señorita to swallow all his Texas sludge once he hit his glorious finale. By then, Carmen was quite sore in her jaw from all that pinching.
Carmen had no time to spit out the Texan cum before the stalwart Corporal once again cheated on his wife Ann by a deeply felt face fuck at the end of which he pulled out and painted Carmen’s face with some more semen.
“Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!” the soldiers chanted as they now utterly surrounded Carmen with a forest of Texan cocks.
They didn’t bother to wait their turns. The men from the rank-and-file all masturbated while looking at the naked figure of Carmen, who dropped down to a sitting position leaning on her side with her arm for support and folding her legs under her, more beautiful than ever.
She surrendered to her fate, feeling secretly aroused by the prospect of being ejaculated on by so many men of inferior status. She beautifully looked down at the dusty grass, while the soldiers gazed at the whole of her, from her small feet with their soles covered with Texan dirt all the way up to her Spanish-black hair.
Before long, Carmen panted hard as she heard the rising roars and grunts from her masturbating circle of admirers.
“Aaaahrrrr yeehh gghhhhh R’mbrr th’Alamo!!! NnyuuUUUUUUUUGGHH!!!” a filthy-bearded irregular growled and uttered as he let go a respectable load that landed on and slimed Carmen’s shoulder.
More loads followed…
“Aaaahhrr! God! Yeahhh!”
“Uunnnnnnnnhhhh! Remember the Alamo, cheap tramp!”
“Nnggghh aayyAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRHHHH!!! Right in her face!!!”
“Hhnn gghhfffddhh UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGHH!”
“Remember the Alam—nnNNNNNNNNNHHHGGHRR!!!”
So on and so on, Carmen was generously ejaculated on by an entire platoon, and then some more.
This became a trend. More and more Mexican ladies were surrounded by a grunting press of Texan volunteer and soon covered with semen. Their ears would ring with those same words for a very long time indeed.
“Remember the Alamo!”
“Remember the Alamo!”
Inès had an especially large share of that Texan shower, since she was so young and pretty! The cruel girl vowed to self-harm herself out of sheer self-hatred as she realized that receiving the spunk from that bald Colonel with greying whiskers was positively arousing for her little body. Her mouth even opened itself on its own as a forty-something Sergeant-Major relieved himself on her face and she swallowed a couple of his Texan pearls. Older men seemed to stir something within her.
“Remember the Alamo!” cried out an Ensign as he splattered Inès with a well-aimed load that entirely covered her nose and mouth, but she kept her mouth shut, for he looked too young and handsome and there was something sickening about him. The lone-star banner he was carrying would be forever linked to the smell and taste of semen in Inès’s memories.
***
In Houston’s tent, nearly all the staff officers had taken Consuelo bent over the table with her tits pressed on the strategic map.
They couldn’t get enough of her cock-hardening softness. Her butt was a natural place to hold her as they each took their turn in pounding her against that rosewood table, filling the tent with their animalistic grunts.
Consuelo, her cheek ever sliding on that map, was filled up, filled up again, then filled up some more. The ejaculations were so intense that they were a bit painful, and the man’s legs turned to water each time.
As the blond Lieutenant was just finishing inside her, Consuelo was suddenly aware of a small commotion.
She looked behind her and yelped and became ghastly pale. Her heart turned to water!
Jeb stood in the doorway. For how long had he been standing there? How many times did he watch her being fucked?
His face looked angry. He stared at Consuelo. The blond Lieutenant was pulling out of her…
Jeb suddenly rushed at her!
The staff officers made way for him. General Houston, even him, stepped back and watched the cuckold husband grab his wife’s supple waist!
Jeb urgently let out his erection out of his swiftly unbuttoned trousers. In spite of his previous celebratory actions, it was as stiff as a Mexican post for a no-quarter flag.
“Ohh, Jeb… I’m so sorr…”
“Shut up, you tramp! Let me teach you not to cheat! Ummpphhnn!!!” Jeb replied as he pushed inside her cum-dripping vagina.
“Ooh, Jeb! Jeb! I’m sorr… sorry!”
“Shut up, tramp! Shut up and enjoy! Hrrr! Hrrr! Hrrr, hrrr, hrrr, hrrr hrrr hrrr! No, Consuelo! You shouldn’t have stayed here! This was no place for, aahhrrr, for a woman-nnhh ohhh Good God! What a pussy this wife has, aahhrr! God-dammit!”
Jeb was soon past the crest and sprinted into God’s delight.
“No, you shouldn’t! You shouldn’t have stayed too close! Hpphhff! Aahh aaahh aahahh aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrn CONSUELOOO FORGIVE ME I CHEATED!!! HHNNmmddjdj hhgghhh…”
He let out this primal cry and just basked in the heat of his massive eruption, his eyes half-closed as he let himself fall on his knees where his face was just at the right place to kiss his wife’s firm buttocks, and he took long tongue strokes and licked that bum, very copiously indeed! He had already forgiven her, but didn’t want to show it.
Jeb then stepped back and watched the sentries take their turns inside Consuelo, and she looked—with eyes ablaze—at her husband the whole time she was yet again table-fucked from behind. He found surprising enjoyment in watching his lovely wife getting used like a whore. Once again, his thoughts went back to the Mexican soldiers in Fort Alamo.
After the sentries had both died inside her, everybody acted on some sort of instinctual collective agreement. They grabbed Consuelo and strongly suggested that she knelt down, and they began to masturbate and ordered her to lick all their cocks dry!
Some officers, especially the younger ones, and both sentries were eventually growing a semi-hard erection. They began to accelerate, their hand to a blur as they masturbated frantically until they blissfully shot a load that graced Consuelo’s face.
Jeb shot a nice one between his wife’s tits.
“Take this, cheating tramp!” he said as he relieved himself.
He loved this! There was something so incredibly outré in watching other men dump their loads right on his wife’s opera-singing face!
The General’s tent was soon filled with grunts and all sorts of uttering and mumbling as Consuelo kept on licking all the erect cocks around her and her facial coat of semen got thicker and slimier with each new load.
Last but not least, General Houston finally managed one ultimate load. Consuelo received nearly all of it with her mouth wide open and swallowed the General’s Virginian sperm.
All the officers, including Jeb, applauded and shouted, “Hurray! Hurray for our General! Today’s a great victory for Texas!”
The next day, once the post-battle heat would have quieted down, all parties concerned would feel sorry and very much ill-at-ease. Consuelo would promise herself to never go near a battlefield again. Jeb would look at his boots, knowing it was going to take a while before they could really look at each other again the way they did before. War could easily destroy a marriage.
***
The fat Major was a lucky bastard who had survived the battle and saw Consuelo from afar from where he was guarded by four Texians. He couldn’t believe it! Almost no one paid attention to the General and his staff officers, but his eyes seemed to naturally find Consuelo whenever she was near. He had seen Houston and his staff officers as they seized Consuelo and carried her hastily in Houston’s tent with both sentries standing at attention on either side of that door to paradise.
“The lucky devils!” the fat Major hollered, knowing he was going to masturbate at his first opportunity, yet fearing some Texan sodomites would rape him in jail while shouting, “Remember the Alamo!”
After two hours of long, idle waiting for the fat Major, he saw a group of Sergeants and officers in the act of dragging Carmen Jurado in the nude, and they came right near him! Carmen was thrown on the ground, then pulled by her hair, and with a cocked pistol at her temple, she was ordered by a Sergeant to stand on her knees and start pleasuring the four sentries.
The fat Major was nearly forgotten, but not to Carmen.
As she sucked the cocks of each four sentries, Carmen was greatly mortified by the presence of Santa Anna’s aide. She had always disliked and despised this ugly man, and now, she was forced to suck men off right in front of him. In addition, two of the sentries decided to have her on all fours. As a result, Carmen had to endure two doggy-style fucks with that subaltern Major watching! She hated every stroke of the affair. As if this weren’t enough, the second sentry had a big cock that rubbed her just the right way, and she ended up moaning like a two-peso tramp, in front of him!
To add insult to injury, the senior Captain leading the group felt it would be damned funny to watch the General’s tramp in the act of sucking the cock of a subaltern.
The fat Major had gone through this deadly battle without even a scratch. He was a very lucky bastard, but the whole time, he was afraid that Carmen would bite, and he soon pulled out of her and with an unfathomable infinity of joy, he yelled his final pleasure…
“¡¡¡Aaaahhhhh, la PU-TA!!!” as he splattered a humongous load that put a thick finishing gloss on Carmen’s facial coat of semen. “¡¡La PU-TA!!” he added, creaming her hair just as she had begun to breathe easier, thinking he was done.
***
General Santa Anna took advantage of the confusion to escape again, but he was recaptured the following day, and reportedly told Houston: “That man may consider himself born to no common destiny who has conquered the Napoleon of the West. And now it remains for him to be generous to the vanquished.”
Houston replied, “You should have remembered that at the Alamo”.
Consuelo stood by at her husband’s side. She was now fully dressed, back to her usual glamorous self, and Lt. Jeb Lacy looked handsome in his civilian jacket and wearing his Texan hat.
Not very far away, soldiers were piling up the enemy’s dead. Only the ones who had been killed in the camp since General Houston had instructed to let those in the field rot and feed the ravens.
Consuelo suddenly yelped with shock as she recognized one of the bodies being piled up in the camp—the bearded Sergeant, with wounds from bayonets on his bosom. Those piled-up bodies were to be burned in pyres. She then felt great alarm, fearing to discover that angel-faced bugler among the dead, but there was no sign of him.
She bravely walked a bit farther, followed by her husband, and she stopped a few yards away from a group of chained prisoners. The fat Major looked down, avoiding her gaze. She recognized a couple of the officers she had seen on that crazy night when Ramón raped her, but she saw none of the cavalry officers.
One man was looking right at her. Consuelo nearly fainted as she recognized that brigand-looking Corporal. He was looking right through her dress, right into her naked soul. His eyes told her enough about what he’d do to her if he ever got the chance again.
Consuelo motioned at her husband’s pistol, but her husband grabbed her hand. Houston was giving quarter, unlike the Mexicans in Fort Alamo.
Santa Anna’s life was spared, and he was freed under the express condition that he ordered all his troops out of Texas, ending Mexican control of the province and bestowing some legitimacy on the new Republic of Texas.
Esmeralda remained near the prison in Gonzales where Sergeant Fernando was kept a prisoner and quickly healing from his superficial wounds. She got used as a free whore by the guards against the privilege of speaking with her man through the bars.
Upon learning about this, Consuelo interceded with General Houston, telling him about the girl who had miraculously come back to life in church and under the care of that particular Sergeant. General Houston agreed to what Consuelo was seeking, in exchange for a private fuck on his desk, this time one-on-one.
Sergeant Fernando was set free and was allowed to return to Mexico with his short and skinny companion, who loved him like no woman ever loved her husband even though she was only his concubine. He kept teaching her how to read.
***
Epilogue
Consuelo returned to her father’s house in San Antonio. Meg and her sisters Rose-Anne and Mary did come to live with her. Ann followed her husband and became the loving wife of a stalwart settler in eastern Texas.
Beth Bonner also came to live with Consuelo in town, after the noble señorita learned that her mother hung herself to a tree near the Great Oak and Jemima her elder sister threw herself down a cliff at the same spot, dying at the end of a night-long agony, helped by a rattlesnake bite, since that cliff wasn’t all that high.
Jemima died at the first light of dawn. It is said that yellow roses suddenly grew at the very spot where she died.
Two days later, a black cat was seen roaming the street near the mansion. Beth saw it and called the cat, “Venus! Venus!”
The housecat meowed and came straight at her mistress’s legs where she purred. Beth was so happy to have her cat back!
The cat soon took a liking to Jeb. She was used to be on a man’s lap.
Beth had grown averse to men, and Meg felt lonely as she understood Consuelo would never be hers. Meg began treating Beth like a little sister, and perhaps more. Before long, both girls shared the same room.
Some subjects remained taboo forever in the reconstructed household where Jeb was happier than otherwise, living as the one man of the house, with his wife and four young women and a black cat.
Beth turned out pregnant, and Meg gave her much comfort during those trying months. She was kept as if sick for the entire nine months since she did not want to get married. She had a son, whom Consuelo treated as a member of the household. Beth found that this son looked very much like Timothy. She called him Vint.
“Vint Bonner? That’s a bit unusual for a name,” Jeb said, reading his newspaper while smoking a pipe and listening to Consuelo playing a serenade on her pianoforte.
“I think this is a magnificent name for a cowboy!” Beth exclaimed. “My father was the greatest cowboy of them all, and something tells me that Vint Bonner will be perhaps even greater!”
The baby was indeed of a very robust constitution and there was something both gentle and steely in his dark eyes. He was restless at night, as if aware that something bad had occurred.
Consuelo turned out pregnant as well. Nine months later, John Lacey de Quesada was born. His eyes had the same strength as General Houston and he reminded her of James Bowie, whose cenotaph was erected near the Alamo, along with the ones for Davy Crockett, Captain Blyth and all the other heroes who had died for what they believed was right. Like Rose-Anne did for her departed father, Consuelo always kept a fresh bouquet of Texas wildflowers for the Colonel’s final resting place as well her father’s.
As she sang and played her pianoforte, Consuelo’s dying swan’s voice once again resonated inside the mansion De Quesada, cheering the heart of passersby thanks to an open window and May’s weather being heavenly.
Everything was as before. Everything was changed forever.
THE END.
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