Soon all of the younger women were riding the cocks of the Spanish priests in a positively Roman debauch.
They fucked with pure confidence and naturalness. Unhesitating to touch these Godly men and to open themselves up to the most cunning intimacies. These women were welcome and adventurous cocksuckers, light Spanish cocks disappearing between the dark lips and dark faces of these beautiful women, God's first people.
A devilish, sinful seduction? Impossible, when these women were clearly angels, so sweet, so ready, so knowing.
Hence they named this modest river for both the modest shrine it reminded them of, holiest in their Order, and for the fine Angels who ended a thirst drier and more parched than any thirst for water had been.
The orgy did not stop until the matron had made sure that each of the women in her charge had been fucked and filled by at least two men each. More was encouraged, as the women used this site from time immemorial to meet and to love men from foreign tribes, a blessed way to ensure genetic health and diversity in their small populations, and which these people did naturally, without any scientific knowledge whatsoever.
Natural selection at work, in the wild.
Toypurina was not born from one of these unions, she had already been born a few years earlier, but her older cousins had taken part in the lovemaking on those days with the pale strange men from far away. She knew several children who had come "from The Great Spirit," being born to women who did not have regular male lovers and partners, and she had thought nothing ill of it.
As Toypruina came of age, she had even come into the strangers' rituals at their big Mission. She had already loved with men from her town whom she fancied, she had heard there were some fine, handsome men who rode the horses in the camp.
It was true, they were fine and they were fetching, and they did take to Toypurina's come hither looks of shameless, confident innocence, and in their stables, near their horses, they unsheathed their cocks and they entered Toyprurina's wet, waiting cunt of eighteen summers, so wet and in season that she knew that the Great Spirit would want her to take the long, stiff cocks of theirs, to please them and soothe them with her irresistible beauty and womanness. And she knew it was good for a woman to grow her oak from the man's acorn seed, and the stranger the man was to her, the more beautiful her child was sure to be, such was the wisdom passed down from woman to woman, mother to daughter, in her family from time immemorial.
But Toypurina did not grow heavy with child, no matter how much love she made, no matter how many late nights in the grove by the river she spent, watching falling stars while young warriors reached the highest heights inside of her.
Without the small ones to look after, she looked after her people, and plotted and planned the uprising in the October of '85. But then she was betrayed, and then she was caught.
And she was tried. And convicted.
And finally, what she had been waiting for, happened.
5. Feast
She was taken from her cell where she had been kept, to the quarters of the Padres in the Mission. She was given food and ate cautiously. She relented in her obstinacy, and allowed herself to participate in their ceremony. She was given their ritual rite, her sins were purified. She ate the bread she was given and said the words she was told to say, for she was smart and had learned their language along with hers, though the words they had her speak were in another language altogether.
She drank deep of the drink she was given to drink, and flush and joy and laughter followed.
The Padres became more attentive. Kissing her and passing her on to the next one. Who kissed her and passed her on to the next. And then to the next. And then kissing her and groping her and passing her on to the next.
She thought to protest at first, but the wine and the deprivation made it feel so good to have hands on her breasts again. The calloused, rough hands of men, handling her sweetly but clumsily, getting under her modest clothes and feeling her modest breasts and squeezing, squeezing hard like she liked, and tweaking her nipples like she loved to feel a man doing to her.
Soon, eight hands were on her at once. Four mouths were tasting hers in turn, and then stripping her naked so their hands and mouths could explore her even further.
She was willing but still they held her thin thighs wide apart, to open up her center for their inspection. Talking amongst themselves about her body, comparing her brown lips and pink interior to the whores they all knew in Mexico City, to the women some of them knew back in Spain.
They pronounced her as indistinguishable from the finest Spanish whore in Barcelona.
And to the annoyance of three, one insists on tasting her pinkness before they defile her further. His lips and tongue on her brown twat is met with great surprise and joy from Toypurina. Among her people, this kiss is practiced most among women for each other, but this strange Padre is not half bad! She moans and yields into him, opening up further and feeling the men holding her legs but pushing herself into the face of this licking, sucking man, riding his face to the first of her many orgasms that weekend.
The men talk about how wanton she is, since she can experience her little death like this, using the current term so en vogue in '86 for the orgasm. It stiffens their cocks further, thinking she is a slut who can be fucked as hard and fast as they can give it to her. That she is open and blessed for their pleasure. She has rejected their Faith, she does not have the rights as a proper, moral, Christian woman. She has no right to say no.
But what burns them even more, is that she has no desire to say no. She has no shame to be touched, to touch, to love. They put their hard cocks in her hands and she strokes them, without shame and without hesitation.
They have run out of patience for their cunning linguist colleague. Their cocks will wait no more, there is no more need to think of her and her pleasure. It is time for each man for himself. For each man to put his pleasure first. She is a heathen. God made her for their pleasure. She cannot be saved, so she can absorb and carry their sin. The way her skin and her cunt and her belly can absorb their seed.
Spilling it on the native woman, inside her native body, was not wasting it, for fallen heathen beauties such as Toypurina were intended for the seed of Holy, Godly men. Such was their certain Faith, such was everything they had ever been taught in their lives.
To Toypurina, the cocks in her hands were a precursor to what she knew she was about to feel. But when she did, she was surprised at how big and thick it was, stretching her wet, sopping cunt open. She was not surprised by how insistent it was, for the sounds this man was making, she knew he was utterly charmed by her and her center, utterly entranced and needed to rut her hard and fast like a fierce animal in Spring.
But her native twat took his Spanish cock and stretched around him, stretching fast to ease her pain and discomfort from his size and the battering way he used that size on the petite Tongva medicine woman.
The other men were laughing at how her body was responding to the quick pounding it was receiving, but then the Padre who had licked at her between her thighs so sweetly, stuffed his cock into her mouth and throat as fast and insistently as his colleague was fucking her cunt.
Holding on to the cocks in her hands, Toypurina closed her eyes and took the first spit-roast of her life, her eyes tearing up as the cock in her mouth opened her throat for himself, feeling herself become a repository and respite for these men's cocks, feeling herself only in the ways that she was interacting with penises, four at once. The first spit-roast of her life, and only the first spit-roast of that wild weekend.
The Padres that first day, left no combination unattempted, from that first season with her, that first train she pulled of her captivity. They quickly found some butter from the kitchen, and made it easier for them to spare her cunt for a turn, and instead to spear themselves into her tight, native asshole, fucking the captive young medicine woman in a way she clearly was not accustomed to.
But which by the second day, when the Soldiers were given her so as to have their turns with her, Toypurina was most accustomed to the sodomy of the anal penetration she received, often while her mouth or her cunt was simultaneously occupied by some thrusting, horny Spaniard. Such that by the third day, she was even eager for it, since they often used that butter to make them slide into her more easily, and when they wanted her cunt, used only spit, if anything.
