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    Roberto Nosterre de Managua struck out at the old doctor, who
had presided at the birth of Roberto's three other daughters by three
other wives, The old man fell down, hit his head, had a concussion
and died.

    Consuela, lying in her birthing bed, her newborn daughter at her
lovely white breast sucking her mother's nipple contendly, could
hear her husband's screams through the cotton the kindly nuns had
put in her ears. Consuela knew how much her husband wanted a son.
That was why he had married her -- in the hopes that she would bear
him one. She knew he would be furious with the birth of the
daughter, and would probably divorce her, annul the marriage or
whatever he got the church to do to nullify all this previous
marriages. Roberto didn't give his wives a second chance when it
came to childbearing.

    Still the newborn little girl had to be christened and given a
name, and though Roberto didn't attend the ceremony which was held
the day after her birth, Consuela had the official Managua family
priest in to preside over the ceremony. Consuela wanted her little
daughter -- whom Father Bonito christened Maria Carmela Consuela
Patria de Managua, to have a full claim to her place in the family. For
Roberto de Managua came from the richest family in Argentina and
someday, Consuela hoped her daughter would be able to make a good
marriage on the basis of her name and her fortune.

    The church and Father Bonito in particular refused to annul
Roberto's fourth marriage and although Roberto had another fit of
anger and threw Father Bonito to the ground, unfortunately for
Roberto, Father Bonito did not hit his head and have a concussion and
die. He went back to his churchmen and they excommunicated the
wealthy man.

    Consuela returned to the convent where she had gone for her
lying-in, delighted that the church insisted that she stay Roberto's
wife. However, she was never again seen in public after she returnde
to the Managua mansion and after a few months, word was let out
that Consuela had caught the Asian flu and died, shortly after coming
home.

    The truth of the matter was that Roberto had thrown her into
the dungeon beneath his home, where he left her to rot. She was fed
daily by some servant on a not-too-terrible diet, but realization that
she was to spend the rest of her days locked away from the light,
from her daughter, and from all the pleasures of the world, must
have broken Consuela's heart, for she died of a cold caught in the
darkness of the dungeon, thereby in some way verifying Roberto's
story.

    The daughter< Maria was still an infant child when her mother
was taken from her. Oddly enough, it was harder to make a baby
disappear than it was to make the mother disappear. The wet-nurse
and all the other nurses kept a constant watch over the child, and
they were all loyal to the mother. Roberto was afraid of approaching
any of them with the offer of money inreturn for disposing of the
child, so Maria survived, living and growing up in the Managua
mansion.

    Her three other sisters, by her father's previous marriages,
were all much older than she, and they had already been put away
inconvents defore Maria's arrival ather home. In fact, she was
already a grown woman defore she ever met her half-sisters.

    After the disastrous fourth marriage, resulting in only another
female, the distraught Roberto de Managua took a good counsel from
someone and did not immediately go out and get himself another
wife, as he had done all the other times.

    His last wife, Consuela, was a half-Indian woman whom he had
seen in the streets and followed  home. She had lived in a middle-
class neighborhood with her brothers and father. Surrounded by so
many males, and with her virginity certified, Roberto was convinced
that this woman would bear him a male.

    And then there had been her incredible beauty. Half-Indio, half-
Spanish, Consuela had worn the combined features of both to their
best advantage. She had the high cheeckbones of the mountain Indian,
the long slanted dark eyes and the clear olive skin. But her body had
been spanish: full-bosomed, broad-hipped, with long black curly hair,
she had been an exotic Spanish beauty. Roberto had not cared that he
was marrying below his class. He was the richest man in the
country, and he didn't care for conventions. He could look down on
people less than he who didn't follow the conventions, but for
himself, conventions were only for breaking. Like taboos.

    Maria grew up mostly in solitude and in the company of
servants and nurses and then later tutors. Her father, for some
reasons, allowed her to stay on with him in the mansion, even after
she reached the age when she could be sent to the convent to join her
sisters.

    The truth of the matter, Roberto was fond of the little girl,
whose beauty matched her mother's. Also, since the birth of his
fourth daughter and the upset of his long-delayed plans to have a
son, Roberto seemed to have gone slightly mad. For he hardly left the
house himself anymore, saw few visitors, and spent his time
counting his money. He was fearful that all four of his daughters
would come backand claim all his money, divide it all up between
themselves and leave him pauper. That was one of his recurring
nightmares, and it left him sweating and shaking many a morning he
woke up.

    That was when his little Maria, only a little girl of five or six
at the time, would come in to his bedroom bringing him his morning
coffee, freshly brewed by the servants. The coffee was made from
the coffee beans on de Managua's own coffee plantation in the low
country.

    The sight of this virginal little girl, in her white nightgown
whivh she almost tripped over, bearing him a large steaming cup of
thick hot coffee, smiling in her pert little way, her curly black hair
falling all over her shoulders and her full red lips hot to the touch as
she leaned over and kissed his cheek, comforted Roberto. He felt that
at least someone loved him for himself, and not for his money, and
he got used to having the little girl around, and even became quite
distraught sometimes when she was with her tutors and nurses and
he could not see her.

    "Buenes dia, Papa! Dis you have another one of your
nightmares? When I have nightmares, nurse tells me that they are
only the vivions of the devil who comes to us when we are asleep. In
our dreams, we can see the realm of the devil, but we only have to
wake up to find the kingdom of God again, for God is inside of us,
Papa," she lisped to him on these mornings.

    He put his hand on her head, feeling the warmth of her scalp
just risen from her own pillow, and he would bend over and kiss her
cheek and say, "Bless you, child."

    There were times he even regretted having put Consuela down
inthe dungeon for he saw now that a daughter could be enjoyed. He
saw what a waste it was to kill off Consuela, because he had
accepted her daughter after all, and now he still had the problem to
solve of where to go to try to make a baby son.

    Roberto de Managua was thirty-five, which was considered
middle-ages in the mid-nineteenth century. Many things were
happening in his country and in the world which changed the fortunes
of the de Managua family. Mostly what happened was that the
fortunes of Roberto de Managua increased ten-fold.

    American were coming down to South America by the
thousands, insearch of precious metals, cheap agricultural labor,
foodstuffs, and Roberto was able to make many deals on land and
labor and coffee beanswhich were greatly to his benefit.

    Plus, his expenses were very low. Since he was no longer
entertaining as he had in the old days, since he was hardly going out
socially at all, he cut down his household staff and lived like a man
who had to live frugally, though he had millions.

    Roberto de Managua was still a very virile man however. After
a few years, his madness seemed to subside and his weakness and
nightmares left him too, and found his desire for a woman very much
returned.

    He had used the girl-servantsto take care of his accasional
sexual urges during the years he was a recluse, and they had come
and gone providing him with variety. But Roberto found himself
wanting a real woman again, one who would be worthy of bearing
him a son, and appearing as mistress of his taste.

    One spring, Roberto de Managua took his little daughter to a
trip with him to his coffee plantation in the south. With the
approach of spring and the trip to the country, away from town,
Roberto felt the sap rising in him. He began to see that he had a
whole life ahead of him, and possibly he could begin to make up for
his mistakes of the past.

    They were travelling by horse-draw coachwhich was taking
them from last rain to stop to the interior where the vast land
holdings of the de Managua fmaily were. As they rode along the
bumpy countryside, Roberto spied a young woamn carrying a water
jug on her head, walking down the road in front of them. The coach
had to pull up short to avoid running over.

    Roberto called the young woamn, who was very beautiful and
who wore the full-bidiced peasant costume of the area.

    "What is your name, youg beauty?" Roberto asked the young
girl.

    She only giggled and looked away from him.

    The coachman spoke to her in a dialect and then the girl
answered him.

    "What did she say Reno?" Roberto asked his driver.

    "She said she work for the plantation. She does not understand
the city Spanish," the coachman answered.

    "What is her name?" Roberto asked, eyeing the young beauty up
and down. Her bosom, or rather the cleavage of her bosom, showed
very obviously between the loose strings of her bodice and her full
skirt amphasized her large hips. She was swaying her skirt
seductively as she looked up at the man whom she had just been
informed was the owner of the estateshe lived on. He was in effect,
her owner too. Slavery was still legal in Argentina in those days.

    Lust was rising in Roberto's pants. Although he had just been
thinking as he bumped along inthe carriage, how it was still not to
late to atone for his sins and make a better life for himself, he did
not consider using his own slaves in any way he wished as any kind
of abuse. They belonged to him after all. They were his property.

    "Tell the girl to come and visit me in the big house this very
night. Tell her to present this ring to my servantsand they will
understand and let her come up to me." Roberto handed the peasant
girl his signet ring and her eyes sparkled when she saw the precious
gem she had been handed, set in tooled gold.

    The coachman explained to her, and she nodded and curtsied to
Robertom, and then the coach drove on, leaving her to carry her
water jug back another ten miles to her home.

    "What was her name, Reno?" ROberto asked again, when the girl
was already out of sight. "Clara," said Reno, uncomfortably from his
post high up in front of the carriage. The sight of the girl had made
him think of Elsa, the kitchen maid who usually granted him favors
when he came with the master to oversee the estate. But if had been
three years since their last trip here. Reno wondered if Clara still
had her firm breasts and milky skin. If she'd had a few babies in the
interval, he might have to look for a younger girl, not yet spoiled by
the perversities of childbearing. He envied his master who could
have his pick of all the women on the plantation, and who did not
have to hide his doings fromanyone. Everyoneaccepted the fact the
master also came out toheplantation to sample the sexual talents of
his new crop of female salves who had come of age since his last
visit.

    Little Maria had no idea of all that was going on. She was
sitting up front with the coachman, only eight years old, and
everythingshe saw was beautiful and amazing to her: the luxuriant
jungle growth, the strange attire of the natives and the strange
tongue they spoke, the jungle sun, the strange bugs and insects and
huge butterflies.

    Bur strangest of all to her, and what frightened her terribly,
were the black people she saw when they finally arrived at the big
plantation house. She had seen black people before -- but only at a
distance, riding on the top of some rich mistress's coach in town,
and all dressed up like townsmen.

    Now she saw the black people close up, and they frightened
her, although they all smiled at her and said how pretty the master's
little daughter was. Their pearly teeth and coal black skin were so
strange to her, and she didn't understand why God had made people
like that, and then kept them hidden away in the bush, in the depths
of the jungle. She thought that they were people of the devil and she
couldn't sleep alone in the room that had been prepared for her. She
wouldn't sleep with one of the black of hispanic maids in the room
with her either, for they were all strangers to her. So finally a bed
was set up for her in the master's bedroom, in a corner, and a veil
was put up around her bed so that she would have a little privacy.

    Maria thus witnessed he father having a sexual intercourse
with one of the salves for the first time when she was eight years
old. She was to witness the encountes many times after that, so
many times that she lost count altogether. In fact, that trip to the
coffee plantation when she was eight years old, changerd the whole
course and shape of her life, but she was not to recognize that until
many years later.

    On the first night of their stay there, it was not until well
past midnight that the problems of the little girl's nightmares and
feras were resolved by setting up the bed in her father's room.

    Some of the servants realized the inappropriateness of his
lacation for her bed, and their worst fears confirmed when one of
the field girls from the back lot appeared in a black veil witha broad
smile on her face, and presented the master's signet ring to the maid
who answered the door. This field girl had had the affrontery to ring
at the front bell, and she obviously was very pleased with herself
and had gotten herself up in her "finery." She had pheasant feathers
in her hair, and she had put on a clean white peasant blouse that hung
low almost to her nipples, and she had washed her crotch and put on
a clean petticoat -- her only one, under the same skirt she had been
wearing that afternoon. Sha had left off any sort of underwear, for
she didn't have any that would befit her master.

    The front door maid was obliged to let her in, and the butler
escorted her to the master's door where he knocked, called in to the
msater the girl's name, and then left.

    Maria was asleep behind her veiled bed when the peasant girl
Clara was unshered in to the master's bedroom. The little girl's bed
in the corner was in shadows and unseen by the oeasant woamn.

    Roberto had almost entirely forgotten that he had sent for her,
and was sort of annoyed that she had arrived so late, for he had been
on the verge of falling asleep himself, after taking care of his
daughter.

    But when he saw the bright red lips, swaying hips and low-cut
blouse of the peasant girl, he felt the same youthful sap rising in
him as he had felt that afternoon and he wanted her.

    She sashayed over to where he lay i nhis silken black robe,
beneath the silken black sheets. He was sitting up in bed, actually,
watching her approach. The gurl didn't seem frightened of him at all,
or of being in his presence, which he both liked and disliked. He liked
her spunky look but he also enjoyed feeling the servile nature of his
slave in relation to him. He felt this girl should be showing more
humility in front of her master, more gratitude that he had chosen
her among all the rest for his first night here in his plantation home.

    She leaned over the bed and presented her handsome master
with his own signet ring. Roberto de Managua looked older than his
thirty-seven years. His hair was thinning and greying at the temples,
but it was still black and he still pomaded if carefuly. His posture
was slumped anf that of an older man -- that was the result of being
a recluse, but he was trying to get himself back in shape and he still
had the broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips and strong legs of a
powerfully built, lusty man.

    Clara was very attracted to him, and as she bent over his bed
and extended his ring to him, she let her bare brown bosom rub
lightly across his chest.

    Roberto took the ring from her and put it on his bedside table.
Then he turned back to her and put his hands in her practically open
bodice and felt her tits, which he considered his possessions. He felt
them the way he felt the ripeness of the coffee plant buds, of the
weight of his mangoes -- and her tits reminded him of both. For her
tits were long and soft but her nipples were hard like little coffee
beans.

    He wasn't looking her in the face while he felt her tits, and she
just stood at his bedside leaning over, letting him have his way with
his hands inside her bodice. When he seemed satisfied that he had
made a good choice, and that the bud he had picked was ripe enough,
he pulled down the sheets and exposed a large hard-on that had
grown there while he had felt ger bosom.

    The girl Clara understood very well what was expected of her.
Though she was only sixteen, she was no virgin. You had to pick them
very young to get them virgin here. Roberto thought to himself. But
still he wasn't dissatisfied with his choice. At least he wouldn't
have to teach her all from scratch, and deal with her remorse over
losing her virginity and all that. That could be so tiresome
sometimes, although sometimes too, all that turned him on.

    Anyway, he was satisfied with the lusty way Clara threw off
her black shawl and jumbed up on the bed and positionned herself
between his outstretched legs. She attacked his hard-on lustily,
first planting both her hands on the base of his shaft and squeezing
it tightly until she had stiffened the erection. Then she plunged  her
red lips over the head of his cock, which was already moistening
with the first few drops of pre-come. She slid the pre-come around
the head of his cock with her delightful darting tongue, and when the
head of his cock was bulging and gleaming she plunged if deep inside
her throat so that the moistened head of his cock stuck in the depths
of her throat for a moment. She disloged it with a laugh and sucked
on his cock while she pulled his shaft almost completely up out of
her mouth. Then she plunged it in deeply again, so that it lodged in
her throat again.

    Little Maria had been drowsing during Clara's entrance. She had
fallen asleep when some strange, strong energy in the room seemed
to wake her, and she looked over to her father's bed, to make sure he
was there in the room with her, for she was terrified of being alone
in the strange home.

    There were two tapers burning on aither side of her father's
huge cacopied red silk, so little Maria could see clearly what was
going on, although she didn't understand it. But she was fascinated
and some part of her did understand, for she recongnized the peasant
girl that they had passed on the road that morning.

    Through the thin diaphonous veil surrounding the little girl's
make-shift bed she could see that the peasant girl was kneeling in
the middle of her father's bed and she was going up and down and she
seemed to have something in her mouth.

    Little Maria could also see that her father lay back against the
headboard of his bed and he seemed to be ill, for he was moaning and
speaking incoherently. At first little Maria thought that the peasant
woman was murdering her father and she was about to jump out of
bed and run for the servants for help, when she heard her father say:

    "That's enough of that, Clara. If you keepat it I'll come in your
mouth and I don't want to do that. I want to stick it up your ass."

    Clara misunderstood her master, for she didn't speak the high
Spanish that he spoke, eventhough he was using slang he thought she
might understand. She understand that he had enough of her
cocksucking, so she just assumed he wanted the conventional part of
her other end.

    She simply raised her skirt and petticoat and turned around on
his body so that her naked ass was displayed to her master. Her full
skirt fell over her head totally concealing the upper part of her body,
as she splayed her buttocks and showed her master the kind of meat
he was going to be getting. Her mother had told her to do this, for
her mother had been one of Roberto's lays in the past, and her mother
knew that in the past Roberto had liked this kind of homage and
presentation freom his slave women.

    Little Maria was treated to her first sight of a mature
female's sexual anatomy inthis way. In her tutoring and schooling of
course, sexual anatomy was not part of the curriculum, nor was
human reproduction.

    So when littl eMaira saw the gleaming brown buttocks raised
and pulled aside to reveal the fulsome brown sex mound that bulged
between them, she realized that something grown-up was going on,
and she watched as if hypnotized.

    Clara started backing up Roberto's body, bringing her cunt
closer and closer to his face. Again, this was what her mother had
told her to do, recalling this penchant of Roberto's from years
passed.

    Roberto too remembered vaguely that some other servant girl
had used to perform for him in this way, Roberto understood that he
was very likely fcuking his own daughter, by one of his former
concubines.

This turned him on a great deal and amused him, as the girl
continued backing her cunt up his chest towards his face, while her
hands continued to manipulate his pole, which the little girl in the
bed in the corner coulf clearly see now.

    Bur when Clara's ass had reached his face she suddenly thrust
her cunt into his face, thinking this would please him.

    Roberto smelled the country stench of the wench and he was
disgusted at her smell and at her total uncouthness. Also at her
great confidence.

    He raised one powerful arm and gave her a swat that sent her
flying off the bed and onto the floor.

    "Filthy cunt! Hos dare you stick that slime in my face! I said I
wanted to fuck you in the ass, you illeterate twat! Now get back up
here and open up your ass to me. Fucking bitches should be grateful
that I don't want to do it in their wombs. So they won't have t obear
another one of their filthy children. All they do is procreate
anyway," Roberto mumbled to himself.

    But little Maria heard every word, as she watched wide-eyed.

    Clara pulled herself up from the floor and looked at the master
in surprise. She didn't know what to do now that her mother's
instructions seemed to have displeased him so totally.

    Clara had never been fucked in the ass before. All her sexual
experiences had been with field hands who craved her youthful
fragrant cunt, or else young tender lips and mouth. Field hands did
not have the time to cultivate such perverse decadent pleasures as
ass-fucking. So Clara was in for a big surprise.

    She mounted the bed again and she kneeled in between
Roberto's knees again facing him. She started to go down on his cock
again with her mouth. His cock was stiff and throbbing, wanting a
much tighter hole than a mouth.

    Roberto raised one leg and gave her a powerful kick which sent
her sprawling backwards on the bed. She lifted her legs in the air
and spread them wide and spread her pussy lips to him thinking that
that was what he wanted. She was surprised when the master rose
from his bed and pulled her up and turned her over on her hands and
knees. But she had been entered in the cunt from behind before, and
again she assumed this was what he wanted.

    She was plowing her cunt with her own fingers, to soften and
moisten the cunt passage for him, so that his long hard shaft, which
she craved very much, would pole straight into her.

    Roberto saw her hands playing in her own cint and he hit her
about the face and shoulders until she dropped her hands from her
cunt to protect herself.

    "Always fucking playing with themselves. Come to service the
master and she cna't keep her hands from herself. Don't pleasure
yourself, bitch, pleasure me! That's your job!" Roberto roared now.

    The upstairs servants could hear his roars and they stared at
one another uneasily and wondered how Clara was doing.

    Her skirt was now up over her head again, and just her bare
gleaming ass could be seen.

    Roberto fucked her in the cunt for a little while, to moisten
himself up mostly. He was really only plunging into the first couple
of inches of her wet juicy cunt, and she really seemed to be only
thinking of her own pleasure, for she kept trying to back her hips up
against his groin, and get his cock all the way up inside her.

    With swats on her behind with the hard edge of his hand, he
was able to make her stop doing this.

    He was ready to enter her asshole now, but he wanted to open
it up first by some means, but he was loathe to put his fingers in
this dirty little peasant girl's anus, even if she was her daughter.
God knows the last time she had washed.

    So with his cock still plunged into the first few inches of her
cunt, while she despairingly flundered trying to get him to push it
all the way in, he leaned over to his bedside table and plucked the
long thin taper from its candle holder. He extinguished the flame
between two moistened fingers and then brought the thin pointy end
with the hot just extinguished wick on it to the unsuspecting virgin
tight girl's anus.

    Little maria watched with horror and fascination in the semi-
dark as she saw her father plunge the long pointy candle into the
girl's bottom.

    Clara screamed and turned around to look at her master in
terror when she suddenly felt herself stabbed in her personal hole
where no one had ever dared toouch her before. Her mother had told
her of the master's perversions, but Clara was begining to realize
what was in store for her.

    Roberto's face glowed in the light of the single remaining
candle as he twisted and forced the long thin tapered candle into the
girl's virgin ass.  He liked the way the long thin candle looked
sticking out of her, like a tail and he liked twisting it in her. He kept
his plump hard cock working in and out of the first few inches of her
cunt to keep her distracted enough to let him do what he wanted> He
really didn't want to have to deal with a lot of protest and tears
tonight. Not after his long journey.

    When he had shoved about half the long candle up her anus, and
twisted it around so that he was able to open up her hole some, he
slipped the candle out, pulled his cock out of her cunt and brought it
up to her anal button.

    Clara realized that what she had feared was really going to
happen and there was nothing she could do about it. She knew what
happened to girl's who refused to grant the master the favors he
desired. Her mothe rhad told her about that too.

    So she grabbed onto the silken sheets and stuffed some on
them in her mouth so she could bite down on something to help her
bear the pain.

    The head of his cock was slithered wet with her cunt juice, so
he easily got the bulbous head into the tight opening, doing it so
quickly that he caught her off guard, before she could close up the
tight hole after the candle's work.

    But then he felt the stiffening of her sphincter around the
three inches of cock he had managed to get in  het, and he laughed
delightedly as he realized she was going to inadvertantly give him
the kind of fuck he desired -- tight and hot.

    He really had to work, plunge as hard as his strong loins could
plunge, to push past her resistance and get his cock deep into her
asshole, but his persistence and his cock's wetness prevailed. He
was diddling her cunt with the candle, though she kept trying to pull
the candle out with her hands. It's blunt point stabbing into her clit
was paining her more than turning her on, but Roberto grabbed both
her hands in his one free hand, and pulled her arms high up behind
her, twisting them painfully.

    Then he had his way with her. The motion on the candle end in
her cunt could not fait to make her pussy wet, although it was
against her will. For the motion in her pussy was something to
concentrate on while his hard stabbing pole plunged painfully in and
out of her tightened ass. Gradually she lost her will toesist, and she
let her ass muscles go and began to get high and hot on the jabbing
point of the candle as it poked and tickled her clit.

    Her juices flowed and she was able to satisfy the master
completely by providing him with a long tight anus that he plunged
his wet cockstrokes into freely until his pole started to tremble
with the deliciousness of the perversion, and his cock head stiffened
as his balls prepared to shoot his cum into the girl's anus.

    He dropped his hold on her arms and braced himself for his shot
by placing both hands on the globes of her ass. Out of the need to feel
the candle inher cunt to bear the pain of the assfucking, Clara
reached down for the candle with her own hands and she twirled the
candle in her, to the master's great pleasure and amusement. This
final sight stimulated him on to the desired endm and his cock
erupted with the explosion of the bursting forth of his aristocratic
sperm, deep in the brown girl's behind.