Chapter #2Rosa the Deserter by: Henri J   Rosa Veracruz is a lot of things.
A strong independent woman, a soldier, a brave fighter, a proud Mexican warrior, the pride of her family, the daughter of a revered Mexican general who courageously gave his life for his country...and unfortunately she was also a coward.
A traitor, one who when news of her betrayal reaches home, her family will never welcome her back. But this was her life, she owed it to no one to make the same sacrifice her father did or his father before him or his father before him and so on, she was her own woman.
And even when the night came when her small band decided that enough was enough and made a break for the states, leaving behind everything she and her friends ever knew, the words "Siempre Leales" ran through her mind more times than she ever remembered saying them. She knew what this meant for her, there was no going back....ever. And as they said their final goodbyes with hugs and tears, they knew that would never be the same but that was a risk they were willing to take, one they would have to make.
****7 years later***
"Ah finally the done for the day," closing the door behind her, Rosa flops down on her bed.
Now at beautiful caramelized tanned 25 year old, she kept up with her physical training as much as she could, going on long rides on her horse or some exercises in her room, her body definitely showed the fruits of her labor remaining toned and slim. Even if her butt became more round and bubbly over the years, much to her chagrin as she felt the warm reception she gets from patrons was more to her rearview than from her strong and welcoming personality.
Pushing her long dark brown hair out of her face, she stared at the ceiling of her room and began to reflect on the tough day she just overcame.
As much as she enjoyed her job as a part owner of a "moderately successful" saloon (more to the fact it was the only saloon in town), it did have its downfalls. Like just today, she had to dodge a small group of bandits who were looking to steal a large shipment of whiskey, break up numerous barfights and have to literally put out a fire that started after someone's horse got spooked and kicked over a lantern outside.
Even leaving for the day she was greeted with an interesting sight as she spotted a poor cowboy, even shorter than her 5'4 build and with curves more feminine than her own in a rather tight spot. Poor thing must have drew the ire of some of his fellow cowpokes as he left with his pants at his ankles, his tighty whities were pulled deep in his fat butt and snapped over his head down to his chin, not satisfied with just the atomic, he was lifted up and left on a lantern post for all to see his bright red cheeks, evident of a rough spanking. Feeling sorry for the cowboy, Rosa came close to help.
"Um, need some help there?" she started knowing he as in clear need of help but not wanting to strip him of what little dignity he had left.
"Mmphh mph mppphhhh"
"I'll take that as a yes, give me a second to get the ladder," after some time she came back with ladder and helped to poor guy down and out of his atomic bondage. "Man who did you piss off, that looks extremely painful."
"Some jerks as all, thanks ma-", the cowboy stopped finally come face to face with his savior, unfortunately it just happened to be a beautiful woman. "Uhhhh thanks ma'am don't mind just some guys who are going to regret messing with me," trying to sound tough would have been more successful if he was just hanging from now super stretched tighty whities.
"Riiiight, well nice to meet you..."
"Lucas, Lucas James but my friends call me Luca, just rode into town from Montana," Luca introduces himself, hand extended.
"Nice to meet you Luca, I'm Rosa Vera-," she pauses.
*I can't give my real name, yeah I just met him but what if it gets out? I can't risk being captured because of him, even if there's no way he's tied to Mexican army, ugh why i thought of a fake name, uh say something he's staring*
"- V-Verona, Rosa Verona, at your service," Rosa says, internally hating herself for the lame name, but reaching Luca's hand and shaking it.
" Rosa Verona? That's such a beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman," Luca exclaims, quickly blushing at what he said before turning around nd speeding off.
"Ok that was weird, wait did he say I was beautiful?" now it was Rosa's turn to blush.
Shaking the memory out her head, Rosa sighs, "at least I made a new friend, but gotta say he must have made a terrible first impression if he already received a calzon chino atômico," she shuddered at the mentioning of the word, "poor guy."
Memories begin flooding in about her every involvement with the word, despite being one that would be considered "popular" she was usually smaller than her peers which left her exposed to many forms of teasing and bullying, the most dreaded was the wedgie, even when she joined the army the torment didn't stop. While she had her battle sisters to protect her, that didn't stop her senior officers from lifting her up by her army issued briefs, it was this type of prank that was the last straw in her decision to desert the army, after a very difficult training program that was mistake after another, her C/O called everything to a stop and for her to meet her in the middle of the training field. The screams she would let out would echo around the camp as the officer was anything but gentle with her, bouncing her repeatedly while insulting her for being a "disappointment to her family name", it was thought to be a heaven sent when the briefs were finally ripped off but as Rosa began to think it was over, she felt ten fingers grab her fatigue bottoms, muttering a quick prayer for it all to be a dream, the dagger of rough material shoved up her ass surely shows that she was wide awake and that this would be the worst wedgie of her life. After an eternity of pleading and begging for the torture to end, it finally did as the officer let her down and pulled the fatigues down out of the deep cavern of her butt to pull both of her cheeks...before pulling her over her knee to give her a thorough spanking and making her crawl the 2 miles back to the barracks with her pants around her knees.
Rosa flips on her stomach as if to lessen the pain of the memory, "ugh I hate her sooo much, if I ever see Officer Vazquez again it will be too soon". Looking at the calendar in her room, September 30th, it's been 7 years since she ran away, no NO she didn't run away, it was 7 years ago today that the army forced out, that Officer Elyeen Vazquez forced her out,, 7 years since she left hell and went as far west as possible to the golden coast, where they would never find her. And as she finally drifted to sleep she was confident of it.
.... but they never stopped....
****A military base thousands of miles away******
Whimpers are heard come from inside a prison torture-style room, inside a young 26 year old is being held off the ground by a pair of dark blue granny panties by a stern 45 year old woman.
"You better start talking Ramirez, or are you beginning to like this?" The mature woman says with a sick grin forming on her face.
"Go to hell Vazquez, I told I don't know anything, we went our separate ways and don't know where each other are," Amelia Ramirez spat back or at least she tried to as everything came out as a soft whimper.
"We been at this for days Ramirez, isn't it clear to you that I know you're lying, we have all your sisters except for two , now tell me where Gonzalez and Veracruz are and I'll let you go... don't and well we just see how much stuff this fat ass of yours,"
Ramirez opens her mouth as to speak before spitting in Vazquez' face "Fuck you Vazquez," she's suddenly dropped to the ground before being picked back up and forced over a table.
"Defiant, the true trademark of your little squad, not knowing when enough is enough, good," Vazquez pulls hair back so she can see the fear in Ramirez' eyes, " now I can really have some fun with you.".
"W-what do you mean by that?" Ramirez askes clearly shaken by the recent threat. Rather than an answer, Vazquez gives her a grin that rattled her to her bones before gripping the waistband of her panties again.
*SNAP* is heard as Vazquez pulls the panties over her head an release them on her nose.
"Let's just say as tough as you girls think you are, I know the hole in your armor," she says with venom in her voice before delivering a sharp smack to Ramirez left buttcheek, "Private Cortez, bring me The Breaker"
***Back in her room***
Soundly sleeping, Rosa shudders as a nightmare begins to form...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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