El Cornudo, Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The next day was when the workshop was to be presented, and Isabella had warned me they would be busy all day. She suggested that I again take a lunch on my walk, in order that I could walk far out on my collecting excursion. I had planned to do that anyway, and made the arrangements at the cantina for my midday meal to be packed.

Carlos said he was familiar with the area to the south, and suggested that there were probably some undiscovered plant species there. Nothing can excite a plant biologist as much as the idea there are new species to be discovered (unless he's like me, and is fixated on servicing his wife in that very special way that I had now done three nights in a row). When Carlos sketched a hasty map in my notebook, saying it would lead me to the best collecting area, I eagerly accepted his directions, and immediately set out on my hike.

He was right about the plant diversity in the area, but I did not find any new species, even after walking for miles along the trail he'd mapped for me. As the time drew near for me to reverse my course, in order to return before darkness overtook me, I saw the trail dip down sharply about 100 yards ahead. I made the decision to go just that far, and if nothing of interest presented itself, I'd start my return trip.

The dip was caused by the trail entering a narrow valley. It was lush with plant growth, probably due to the small stream that ran at the bottom. I knew that unknown species were famous for clinging to small ecologies like this, so resolved to explore ahead as far as the thick copse of trees ahead, even though it would mean I'd be walking in darkness on my way back to the village.

My resolve was rewarded in a most spectacular way as I took a single step into the thick trees. Growing beside the trail was a plant that I at first assumed to be a cholla cactus. As I bent down to look at it, the realization dawned on me that it was entirely different, though. The needle structure was completely different than any plant I'd ever seen, and the stem itself was not meaty, but was woody in composition and only 1/4" in diameter. When I cut the branch from the plant, I could see that it was hollow. The thing immediately began to drip a sap that smelled like it was high in resin content, and I was sure the bush would burn very easily if ignited.

The amazing thing about the plant was the nature of the needles. They were arranged counterpoise on the stem, with each being about one inch in length, and with a gap of about 1/2" between them. As I touched one of the needles, I could feel it was different from any other cactus spine. Although each spine was erect, it could be easily laid down to point to the tip of the branch, but not toward the main plant. That reminded me more than anything of a porcupine's tail, in that its hair will lay down in the same way. You can stroke the tail in one direction, but just try it in the other and you'll end up with a hand full of quills.

I knew right then that I had found an entirely new species, and visions of it being named after me filled my head. I was so engrossed in studying the plant that the rest of the world was entirely shut out.

That's why it came as such a shock to me when a shadow moved along the ground in front of me. Startled, I jerked my head up and was surprised to see a man standing there, with his rifle pointing directly at me. When I looked around for a path of escape, I saw that I was completely surrounded. Every man there was obviously of the same extraction as Carlos, although there was no more than a faint resemblance. I hoped that by using his name, I could convince these people I really meant no harm. The first thing that occurred to me was that I had violated some sort of local taboo by removing a branch from this unknown plant, or that maybe just by being here, I was trespassing.

I stood slowly, holding my arms meekly at my sides. I looked around, asking if anybody there spoke English, but was met with only sullen stares in return. I then spoke Carlos' name several times, hoping to indicate I was a friend of a friend. The only reaction that produced was for one of them to point to me, and speak in a very rapid tongue to the others. It was odd, but I thought I could make out the phrase Isabella had used, "el cornudo." I hoped the words meant something like "friend" when used in this context, and "lover" when used by one's wife. To reassure them, I pointed to myself and repeated the phrase several times, interspersing Carlos' name with the phrase, hoping to convey that I was that man's friend.

My performance did indeed produce a changed reaction in the men, but I wasn't sure it was the one I wanted. They began pointing at me and laughing, all the time speaking rapidly about Carlos and el cornudo. I tried to join in, even though I certainly wasn't feeling humorous at that point. Again I pointed at myself and repeated the phrase and Carlos' name.

At last the men ceased laughing, and then the circle opened to indicate the trail that lay ahead. I shook my head "no" and pointed in the direction from which I had come. That produced a sullen reaction in them, and they began to prod me along the trail with their rifle barrels. I decided that discretion was the better part of valor at that point, and began to walk in the direction they wanted. I hoped there would be someone who spoke English wherever we were headed, and I could straighten out this mess. I'd even offer to pay trespass fees if that would help.

As I walked by the plant that had held my interest so shortly before, I saw one of the men lean down and pick up the branch I'd been examining. I watched as he carefully put it in a leather pouch on his waist, completely mystified about why he was doing such a thing.

We walked for what seemed like several miles, but it was hard to judge distances in the lush growth. At no time was anything else said to me, and at all times most of the rifles were pointed in my direction. I tried to give the impression of being harmless, and given the situation I was in, probably succeeded.

It was about two hours before dusk when we arrived at what was either a small village or an encampment of some sort. There was nothing there that could qualify as a house, rather every structure looked to be a hastily-built hut. There were six of the structures, arranged in a loose circle around an open area. I could see a firepit in the center of the clearing, and something else that gave me an immediate sense of relief. It was a post of some sort that looked to be solidly set into the ground, with a crossbar tied to it about five feet above the ground.

I was sure the thing was intended to represent a cross, and that probably meant these people were of the Christian faith. If so, they undoubtedly intended me no harm, and I knew it was just a matter of time until this misunderstanding could be resolved.

There were several women in the village, and they all came to look at this strange captive. Again there were rapid words, interspersed with Carlos' name and the phrase I had become used to by now. I again pointed to myself and repeated the phrase, which brought howls of laughter from everyone there. I was hoping that by appealing to their good nature, I could get out of here in one piece.

There was no one in the group who spoke English, which was deflating to me. I hadn't realized how much I had hoped for such a person, and now it seemed I had no other card to play.

The men who surrounded me forced me to enter one of the huts. There was nothing there but a couple of sleeping pads, indicating once again that this was probably a temporary encampment. The roof of the hut was supported by a center post, and I was led directly to it. My arms were roughly grabbed, and soon my wrists were bound behind the post. When they were satisfied I was securely in place, everyone left the hut, leaving me to my dark thoughts. Since there was absolutely nothing at all I could do to improve this situation, I sank to the ground to rest, resolving to be ready if the opportunity of escape presented itself.

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I must have dozed off then, for the next thing I remember is that several voices were crying out, almost as if in greeting. My most profound wish was that someone was coming who could speak English, and I could convince these people that I meant them no harm.

Just then, the most beautiful sound in the world came to my ears. It was the sound of Isabella's voice. There is no way for me to explain the relief I felt then, and even more so a few seconds later when she walked through the door of the hut.

I tried to speak, but my voice failed me. She hurried to me, and dropped to her knees. She hugged me fiercely for several seconds, finally releasing her grip to look deep into my eyes, as if trying to come up with a way to broach a difficult subject.

At last she said, "James (I knew then that this was serious, because she called me 'Jim' most of the time), I know you're wondering why you're here." At that I nodded my head vigorously, not trusting my mouth and throat to utter words. She continued, "I suppose the best way is just to tell you straight out that Carlos and I have been lovers for a long time now, in fact, since the first night he moved into the guest house. I'm sure you've never suspected, even though the clues were there for you to see."

My mouth must have fallen open as she spoke, for she paused to laugh at what she was seeing. She then went on, "I've been giving you more and more clues every night, and just can't believe you haven't realized that another man has been fucking me. For the past three nights, I've come to bed with his sperm in my pussy, and fed it to you. Last night I came directly to you from Carlos' bed, even using my panties to hold in his semen as I walked. Did you really think my pussy could be that wet with no one to make it that way? Or do you simply enjoy eating another man's cum out of your wife's pussy, even to the extent that you'll pretend you haven't noticed?"

To say I was dumbfounded wouldn't have been even close to what I was feeling then. It seemed to me that my whole world had collapsed, and it was all I could do to draw even one breath. Finally I whispered, "I didn't know. I'm sorry. I should have guessed."

She said, "Maybe it's partly my fault too. I know how wrapped up you are in your teaching, and I guess you just didn't have time to notice what was going on around you. Still, I've been coming to bed with Carlos' sperm in me for many months now, and you should have noticed it. Didn't you notice that the taste changed suddenly two years ago?"

She hesitated then, apparently determined to wait until I said something to justify my failure to notice that she'd taken a lover. Finally, I cleared my throat several times, then struggled to say, "I didn't notice. I'm truly sorry. I should have. It's just that I love you so much I accept anything you do, and I guess that's why I didn't taste anything different. If I had noticed it, I'd have simply thought it was something in your body chemistry that was responsible for the change."

She seemed to consider that, but finally rejected it as not being a valid excuse. She continued, this time with noticeable anger in her voice, saying, "A real man would have known his wife was having an affair, and would have done whatever was required to protect her honor. I still love you, but I feel anger when I think of the way you ignored what was going on."

"The things that I did to you the past three nights were an expression of the anger, and the disgust, I felt toward you. Or did you think that all wives shit in their husband's mouths, then make them eat it? Is that what you think?"

I knew my face was burning bright red then, and I felt truly ashamed of myself. Why hadn't I seen what was going on, what she was trying to make me see? How could I have been so blind? Again, all I could do was apologize by saying softly, "I'm sorry. I just felt so very aroused by what you did that I couldn't think of anything else. I can see now why you did it, and I know that I truly deserved it."

She began to softly cry then, and hugged me to her fiercely. After awhile she said, "Do you know why you were brought here?"

That question had been utmost in my mind until she had made her confession, but then I had completely forgotten about it. As soon as she asked, it exploded in my mind like a bombshell that she had made no move to untie my wrists, and I remained bound to the post. I replied, "I thought that maybe I had trespassed on their territory, or that maybe the new species of plant I was looking at was sacred to them, and I violated a taboo. No one here speaks English, and I truly don't know what's happening. Do you know?"

I stopped then, waiting to hear any information she had. She looked very serious as she said softly, "I suppose it could be called 'trespass,' but not the kind you're thinking of. Perhaps you'll understand better if I tell it like this. As I said, Carlos has been fucking me for two years now, and in all that time, your cock has not been in my pussy. Did you know that? Or is that something else you haven't noticed?"

I was completely taken aback by that statement, and was unable to reply. I desperately tried to remember the last time we'd had intercourse, but truly could not. I had been so happy with providing oral sex to her, while she abused my genitals, that I had never missed vaginal penetration. I realized that it probably was true what she said, and that it really had been that long.

Again I had to clear my throat before the words would come. "I hadn't realized it. I guess I was just so happy to have what you gave me that it never occurred to me we should be doing something else. I'm sorry."

I realized then that her explanation of why I had been brought here had been cut short, so again asked her to explain.

She began, "Please don't interrupt until I've told you the whole story. This is difficult for me. You need to realize that in Carlos' mind, he is my husband, since he's the one fucking me. He has come to see you as the interloper, and the one who is trying to keep me away from him. Since you're of a different culture than he is, you'll probably not understand that. That's just the way it is down here. He's been fucking me; you haven't. Therefore, he's my husband, and you're the intruder."

"If you can accept that part, then it'll help you to understand what comes next. You see, people of this culture have a very strong sense of pride. The absolute worst offense to that pride is to try to take another man's woman. These people kill one another at the drop of a hat if they feel their woman is being stolen. Now do you see why you're here?"

I may have been unable to see that my wife was having an affair, but I was certainly able to understand what she had just told me. I knew that jealousy was a very strong emotion, but it had never occurred to me that it could lead to my being kidnapped and held prisoner. As the implications sank in even more, a dread overtook me, and I asked in a hushed voice, "What is it that Carlos intends to do with me?"

She replied, equally quietly, "I think you already know. He intends to kill you."

Those simple words confirmed my worst fears, and I sagged against the post. It then occurred to me that there was another nagging question that had to be asked. "Why haven't you untied me? I could escape into the undergrowth and make my way back to civilization."

She asked wryly, "And leave me here? Is that what you mean? Is that what a true man would do?"

I'm sure I blushed in shame then, for her words were very true. I had not even considered her part in this, but thought only of myself. Finally I said, "No. I won't leave without you. Can you do anything to get us out of this? Will Carlos listen to you?"

She replied, "Yes, I can do something. No, Carlos won't listen to me in matters of this sort. His honor is at stake, and he'd rather die than have it blemished. There is only one answer, and it's this: You must be shown to be less than a man, and no threat whatsoever to him. If you will do that, then he will let you go."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but replied that I'd do whatever she told me. She nodded, then said sincerely, "You must know that I love you. You must also know that you have to trust me completely. You must follow my lead in every way, and you must do what I say with no questions or hesitation. Can you do that?"

It took me no time at all to answer that I would do anything at all for her, and follow her lead in all things. She then helped me to my feet and walked behind the post. As I felt her untying the cord, one final question came to my mind, and I asked, "These people here call me by the same name you used when we were in bed together. It sounds something like, "el cornudo." What does that mean?"

She had by that time freed me, and returned to stand directly in front, looking deeply into my eyes once again. After a long pause, she said, "It means the husband of a woman who has sex with other men. I guess the best English translation would be 'cuckold'. Are you familiar with that word?"

Again my face burned in shame as I thought of her sitting on my face, her anus centered over my mouth, forcing the contents of her bowels down my throat, all the while taunting me as a cuckold. The taunts I received from the villagers today paled in comparison, even with the veiled threat they carried. At last I nodded my head, saying simply, "Yes."

With a last warning to do exactly as she said if I wanted to live through this night, she walked out the door. I meekly followed her, wishing I knew what to expect.

As we entered the area at the center of the clearing, the people gathered there began to point and shout, "el cornudo." Knowing the meaning of the phrase made the taunts all the harder to bear, and it was almost more than I could do to keep walking behind Isabella.

A fire had been kindled in the pit, and it provided a low illumination to the scene, which seemed to make the setting even more sinister. Carlos was standing there, glaring in hatred at me. I had eyes only for the large hunting knife he carried in a sheath on his belt, fearing that he would draw it at any moment and end my life.

Isabella walked up to him, threw her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him deeply. The murmurs from the villagers signaled their approval of the match, and probably made my own fate much less certain. She then walked back to my side, and begin to speak in Spanish, addressing the crowd. Her remarks were interspersed with lots of finger pointing at me, accompanied by a look of contempt on her face.

Finally she stopped addressing the crowd and leaned closer to me. "I told them you are a very weak man, unable to protect his own woman. I told them that I have been fucking Carlos for two years, and then feeding his seed to you straight from my pussy. I told them that my contempt for you is so low that I have used you as my toilet, and that you have enjoyed eating my shit."

While I stood with my eyes downcast, and my face burning in shame, she continued. "I told them that your cock is a useless little thing, no bigger than a worm, and that you're no rival to a real man." She hesitated then to gauge my reaction, and when there was none, continued by saying, "Now I will prove to them that what I say is true. Get undressed. Do it quickly and with no hesitation if you want to live. You must not get a hardon. I've told them you're impotent, and not able to have sex with Carlos' woman."

I knew there was no choice but to obey her, and without ever looking up I began to unbutton my shirt. As soon as it was laying on the ground, Isabella kicked it into the fire while addressing the crowd. She then whispered to me, "I told them you will never again be allowed to wear clothes when in my presence. It's a great insult down here."

I was simply beyond making a response by that time, and numbly lifted my feet one at a time and unlaced my hiking boots. I pulled them off, followed by my socks, and was unsurprised when they followed my shirt into the fire. With no further hesitation, I unfastened my jeans and slipped them down. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my undershorts, I soon sent them to follow.

As soon as I stepped out of my last pieces of clothing, Isabella kicked them into the fire. By that time, laughter had begun in the people gathered around the clearing. When my wife pointed at my crotch and began speaking and laughing at the same time, the laughter changed to an uproar. Even Carlos, who had been standing with his arms crossed, glaring at me, actually smiled. I dared hope then that somehow I'd be able to escape the fate he had planned for me.

My eyes were already downcast, and all I had to do was move them a short distance to see the source of everyone's amusement. My penis had shrunk so far into my abdomen that it was barely an inch long, and in fact it was almost invisible through my pubic hair. I knew that the fear and humiliation I felt were causing that reaction, but it didn't make it any easier to bear the laughter.

Isabella then whispered in my ear, "The hardest test will be now. You must do exactly as I say, so they can see how much contempt I have for you. Will you do it?"

I was unable to speak then, or to make any decisions on my own. My only answer was a nod of my head, which was sufficient for her. She said, simply, "Undress me." That simple command was very difficult for me to comply with, since it would mean exposing my naked wife to the staring eyes of all these strangers. However, when she said vehemently, "Do it!," my hands reluctantly reached to the buttons that ran down the front of her dress, and began to open them.

Since she was wearing no brassiere, her magnificent breasts were there for all to see as soon as I pulled the dress off her shoulders. Her very large nipples were already erect, which in my distracted state of mind I put down to them being exposed to the cool night air.

I then knelt in front of her, removing her shoes and socks. Her sheer white panties were the only remaining article of clothing, and it was only her angry glance at me that made my hands reluctantly begin pulling them down, to join the pile of her other clothes.

Her next order was, "Take my hand. Lead me to Carlos and give it to him. You must do it!"

By then, I was no longer capable of disobeying her. Taking her soft hand in mine, I took her to her lover. When I held out our clasped hands, Carlos put forth one of his. Isabella dropped her grasp on my hand, and took her lover's hand in hers. She whispered to me, "You must say this with sincerity in your voice. You must say: 'I give her to you. She needs a true man for her husband.' Now do it."

Even those horrible words came easily to my throat, although saying them with the sincerity Isabella demanded was more difficult. Apparently my performance was satisfactory, for Carlos acknowledged me with a slight nod of his head, and then turned to Isabella. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, and then lowered his head to her breasts and kissed each turgid nipple.

Using the most sensual movements at her command, my wife then slowly undressed Carlos. When his undershorts were at last removed, his arousal was plain for all to see. There at last, standing proudly before me, was the source of all this trouble. There, hanging tightly between his legs were the testicles that had produced the semen I had unknowingly, and very enthusiastically, licked and sucked from her vagina.

She sank to her knees before her lover, and then began kissing every square inch of his genitals. By the time she had taken his penis into her mouth, it was fully erect. It was easy to see why my own tiny penis was the source of so much laughter. Although his was certainly no monster, it was easily 8" long, and probably 2" in diameter. It was no wonder that my wife preferred his penis in her vagina. It occurred to me then that if I had fucked her during the past two years, she probably wouldn't have felt it.

Isabella beckoned me to her side, and took my hand to lead me to a table then being carried into the clearing. As soon as it had been set in position, she turned her back to the edge of the tabletop, then leaned backward over it. She instructed me, "Lift my legs and draw my knees back to my breasts. Hold my knees as far apart as you can get them."

I did as she ordered, exposing her lovely crotch to the appreciative gazes of everyone assembled there. She again spoke in Spanish, and Carlos walked toward us. I didn't need her whispered explanation to know that she had asked him to fuck her while her husband held her legs apart for him.

As soon as he was in position, Carlos thrust his penis into her pussy. I heard her gasp in pleasure as the tool begin to stroke her delicate folds, and watched as her engorged nipples seemed to grow even more. I was sure I knew what would follow, and I have to admit that, even under those circumstances, I felt a building anticipation in my crotch. I struggled to think of something else, knowing that I dare not show any arousal at all.

At last Carlos thrust one final time, and everyone could hear the groan deep in his throat. He held his position for what seemed an eternity, and then slowly withdrew his still completely-rampant member. Isabella immediately placed one hand in her crotch and pinched her labia together, trapping his semen inside her. She then looked directly at me, saying, "You must kneel in front of Carlos and clean him thoroughly. Do not hesitate. Do it now."

Hesitation was simply beyond me by that time. I was moving as if in a dream as I moved to stand before the man, and then to kneel. I began to lick his erection, starting at the head and working my way to his pubic hair. The only thing that kept me from becoming ill was the fact that the taste was so utterly familiar. I knew then that everything was true. I had indeed eaten this same thing many, many times. That thought served to mask the revulsion I felt, and I continued doing my assigned duty, even at last licking his balls.

As I knew would happen, Carlos then raised my wife's legs and held her knees apart. He didn't say a single word, but I knew what was expected of me. Without leaving my knees, I shuffled to Isabella's crotch and buried my face deep in it. This was the easiest part of the whole evening, and it was all I could do to keep my cock from becoming erect. I sucked and licked to the best of my ability, anxious to prove to everyone that I was just a contemptible pussy slave, and not worth their hatred.

At last, there were no more traces of their mixed juices, and I moved my head away. Isabella stood from the table then, and said nothing, but merely pointed at it. I assumed she wanted me to take her place there, and so stood and complied. Soon I was lying on my back, in the same position she had been moments before. To my complete surprise, she then told me to lift my legs. I admit that I did hesitate then, but soon did her bidding. I was not surprised when she placed her hands on my knees and spread them, exactly as I had done to hers.

Even knowing what to expect did not make it any easier to accept. My wife's whispered, "Try to relax. That will make it much easier.", did nothing to decrease my trepidation.

As I knew would happen then, Carlos walked to his former position at the end of the table. As I watched in horror, he guided his penis to my opening and began forcing it inside me. I wanted to cry out then, but knew that would shame Isabella even further. I vowed to take this as well as I could, no matter what it cost me.

I'm sure my brain was in a state nearing shutdown by that point. I know that I was brutally raped by my wife's lover, and that his engorged member caused searing jolts of pain in my abdomen, and even throughout my body. However, I have no way to gauge how long the rape lasted, or even if he released his second load in me. I do know that when he at last pulled away from me, his penis was still erect. That is the only evidence there is that he did not have an orgasm.

As soon as Carlos backed away from me, Isabella released my knees. She then helped me to a standing position, but immediately placed both hands on my shoulders to indicate I was to once again kneel. When my knees touched the earth, I didn't need her urging to shuffle forward to do what I knew was required of me.

Again I licked every inch of his penis, which had so shortly before been completely buried in my bowels. As I write this, my sense of revulsion is so strong as to almost overcome me. At that time, however, my whole body was in sensory overload, and licking him clean was just another activity that I had to perform in order to live.

As I finished licking the last square inch of his sac, I pulled back, expecting that to be the end of it. Isabella had other ideas, though, and placed her hand on the back of my head, forcing it ahead once more. She placed her other hand on Carlos' erection and held it pointing straight at me, still urging my head forward. Again, I knew what she wanted and opened my mouth to accept him.

I remember his hands on both sides of my head, and how they pistoned it back and forth to "fuck" him. I remember his thrusts going deeper and deeper, until at last his glans entered my throat. I remember it was so quiet in the clearing then that I could hear his groan as his arousal peaked. Even in my robotic state of mind, I tried to pull away from him, but was not allowed to. Isabella had been prepared for my reaction, and she placed one hand on the back of my head, and the other on Carlos' butt. As he shot his seed into me, she forced us closer together, until my nose was actually buried in his pubic hair.

Even that came to an end, although at the time it seemed to go on forever. When he at last pulled his member from my mouth, I fought with my stomach to keep it from expelling its contents, and was eventually successful. I longed for a drink of liquid to wash down the semen that was proving so difficult to swallow, but knew I dared not ask for such a thing.

Isabella again addressed the villagers, then leaned down to my ear to translate what she'd said. "I told them it is plain to see you're no threat to a real man. I said you seem to think of yourself as a woman, and enjoy it when a real man fucks you. I said it was plain to see how eager you were to lick your own shit from your lover's cock, and then to swallow his seed. The final test is to come. You must not get a hardon, at all cost. If you can do this without showing arousal, then they'll know everything I've said is true."

I resolved to give my utmost to do as she said. Surely it would be easy to keep my penis from achieving erection. What was happening here was not sexual in nature, and I was sure there was no way for me to become aroused.