"Heat (A Dolcett, CA history) By: Ay-Wun The afternoon heat" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/zuwhND8P Created on: Tuesday 4th of September 2018 08:16:14 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:11:29 AM UTC Heat (A Dolcett, CA history) By: Ay-Wun The afternoon heat blasted like an oven cooking them, as Sam Hill and his five vaqueros drove their herds of fine horses and lovely sow girls north across the Anza Borrego desert, in the spring of 1867, hoping to reach the next water hole by sundown, and praying it wasn't dry. Sam, youngest son of Zebulon Hill had been dispatched by ship from Dolcett to Acapulco, Mexico then ridden over the mountains to Mexico City to purchase horses and girls. The horses for transportation, the girls for the tables of Dolcett's Restaurant and the display counters of Hill's Fine Meats. Sam was, as the sun bore down, half dreaming of how great it would be to get back to Dolcett, even though there was likely another month's trek to come, when he and everyone came to a sudden halt by what they beheld. "This has to be a mirage!!" Sam rasped through parched throat and cracked lips, as he saw the gorgeous female body slung nude from a rough wooden pole. He motioned Felipe' to join him, riding swiftly ahead, for it was all too real. Ropes had been tied about the wrists of one of the most beautiful girls Sam had ever seen, then used to suspend her from a wrought iron spike driven into the pole. Another, longer, spike put most of her weight upon, and spread her drooling pussy lips, allowing her to breath, and give her a much slower death. Her lovely body was sun reddened and covered with bruises, dried cum all over her blonde bush and streaked down her perfect long legs along with fresh emissions of her own. Sam was amazed that, not only was she still alive, but her eyes opened, squinting, and a shy smile came, radiantly, to her ruby lips, as he rode near. "Cut her loose!" he ordered his assistant trail boss, as he grasped her around her slim waist from horseback, then lifted her into the saddle before him, as that was quickly done. "My trousers!" he barely heard her rasp, then saw and retrieved the soft, buckskin garment that had been run down the upper shaft of the pole by the torn open crotch seam. Sam was just dismounting to set her into the meager shade of his steed when he saw that she had moved forward from the space he'd made for her on the fore part of the saddle seat and mounted her cunt on the horn and was humping it. "AAAAAAH!!!" came a happy, though nearly inaudible sigh, as she twitched from head to toe in orgasm. This had turned Sam on so much that he rapidly got her down into that shade and, as Filepe' held his reins, he fucked her to another. As he came himself, he knew it would not be the last time, though he had a wife and children at home. Of course, he and all of his men had already sampled each of the forty-six sows in the herd. "This one is special!" he thought. Somewhat over an hour later, at the water hole, where they found enough for all their needs, as he tended to her sunburn and bruises, she told her story. Her name was Donya Suzanna Pacifica de Pechos-Sabrosos, daughter of Don Francisco Pacifica de San Diego y Anza, owner of all the lands about them now, Rancho Anza Borrego. Though once beloved and doted on as one of seven daughters, she had, in his eyes, disgraced him by wearing trousers in public. A crime, as he saw it, more heinous than whoring. In his fury, he'd slashed open that crotch seam and, before all the household, raped her still wearing them. Then, disowning her, ordered his men to do with the slut as they wished, then to leave her to die in that wilderness, crucified, as the drovers had found her. Though Sam had, at first, thought to persuade Suzi, as they now called her, to join the sow herd, as future meat, she proved so valuable on the trail as an additional drover, at keeping himself, his men, and most especially the sows satisfied, that, thirty-three days later, all those thoughts were gone. One day, while riding up the Great Central Valley of Upper California, Sam asked why she had never sewn up the seam of her trousers, and offered her thread to do so. Suzi grinned, saying, "It makes me more easily accessible to the men and to the herd. Besides, I can do this!" as she rose in her stirrups and moved forward to again let the tall, bulbous Mexican saddle horn disappear inside her. "The - hors-es - gait - is - great!!" she sighed. Watching her cum a few minutes later made Sam almost wish himself a woman, but was elated he was a man when Suzi dismounted her horn and, leaned over, as they continued riding, to give him the best blow job he'd ever had. They reached the San Jaoquin River at a point not far from where the town of Firebaugh would one day stand. At this still isolated spot, barges were waiting, sent from Dolcett, and the horses loaded aboard one, the sows on the other. That one had bins of vegetables around its side, to screen that herd from anyone ashore or on a passing boat. This was how they leisurely floated down the river. then into Suisun Bay. A small tug took them over on San Pablo Bay and towed them through San Francisco Bay and out the Golden Gate, then north to Dolcett. The whole town turned out to greet them, as word had come ahead, to see the fine horses and beautiful meat. Both were paraded up the main street, the horses continuing on to the corrals on the east side of the town, the girls herded into 'The Barn', where each was given a stall in which men from San Francisco and the Bay Area would pay to 'tenderize' them, as they awaited cooking. They'd arrived just in time, for another shipment from the far east wasn't due for two weeks, and the meat larder was down to four, very 'tender', girls. Had they not come just then, some wives and daughters might have had to fill in before their planned times. As the sow herd was taken over by The Barn, Sam led Suzi over to Hill's Meats, where he introduced her to his father, Zebulon, his brother, Fred, was off, making a meat delivery, over the mountain. His mother, of course, was long ago eaten. He pointed her mounted head out to Suzi, on the wall above the meat counter, along with his sisters, half sisters, and step mothers. Suzi was a bit apprehensive in the butcher shop, even though she had almost begun seeing women, and herself as meat, from her association with the herd girls, she wanted to live awhile longer. Sam then took her next door, to his own saddlery, leather shop, where fine girlskin was used to make wonderful, useful wares. There, he introduced Suzi to his wife, Tang, and asked her if she'd like to work for him, in the shop, as his wife had a very hard time tending to the business and his family while he was off on his treks. Suzi had been both frightened and thrilled at the prospect of becoming cuts of meat like those hanging in the butcher shop, and jumped at this opportunity, leaving that as a thrill down the road. Since she had secretly fashioned those infamous buckskin trousers herself, learning the tanning and preparation skills at the Hacienda tannery so, she already knew how to handle fine leather. She marveled at the silky suppleness of the girlskin that was used here. Soon Suzi was making more trousers, mostly for the male market. For the women though, there were skirts and bolero jackets. There were riding boots for both genders, and high button, high heeled shoes were very fashionable for ladies. Also, for those ladies, under the counter, she created dildos of all thicknesses and lengths. One day, while out walking, she saw a woman riding side saddle and had an inspiration. While she herself still preferred her Mexican saddle horn, when riding, or on its horse in her room, very few women rode astride. She therefore built a new type side saddle, with dildos of varying sizes to hold the woman seated instead of the usual curved hook horn for the leg. Soon these were selling as quickly as she could make them and, on the streets, fashionable ladies were seen, not with skirts rucked up under one leg, to be wrinkled, but flowing over both sides of their mounts, as they squirmed gleefully to their horses gait. Suzi settled down to a pleasant life of running the leather shop and satisfying Tang sexually, while Sam was away. Now and then she would slip next door to the livery stable, on the opposite side from the butchery, and satisfy herself with one of the stallions who reached much deeper than her saddle horn. Eventually, Sam sold her the saddlery and later, the Hill family sold her the stable, as they had decided to concentrate on meat. In spite of all these successes in just a couple of years, Suzi had a constant ache in her heart for what she had lost in the south, One day, in June of 1870, that all came rushing back into her life, as Tempest sailed into the harbor and was warped up to London Pier. Captain Gerald was returning from his regular route of the orient, the south pacific isles, and up the South American coast gathering goods and girls. Traditionally, as the sails or smoke of an inbound ship were sighted, word swiftly spread, businesses closed, and a crowd gathered to greet it. It was a major social event. As Suzi stood watching, from an area near the front, she was stunned to see, being greeted by Dolcett himself, Don Francisco Pacifica de San Diego y Anza, her father. What truly shocked her though was, on his arm, was the achingly beautiful Aurore d' Occident, who had been the love of her life. Who had been, in fact, the very reason Suzi had made those buckskin trousers. ------------------------------------------- Susanna's mother had mysteriously vanished from her life on the day of a great banquet, when she was twelve. She still recalled the wonderful tasting meat served, that night, to she and her six sisters in a separate dining room from the grown ups. They were afterward tended by a series of beautiful dueñas, each of whom also served her father, and lasted about a year. The last of these had been Therese' d'Occident, Aurore's mother. This gorgeous French girl, had become Suzanna's 'companion', and teacher of the French language, her native tongue. Being almost constantly together and, neither being allowed in private with a man, the two lovely girls became lovers, with tongues applied otherwise. After that, they felt they needed no men. Aurore, though the smaller of the two, was the dominant one. One day, Suzanna had a flash of inspiration, to make those buckskin trousers and present them to her beloved as token of acceptance of that domination, for as the Don's daughter she was supposed to be the dominant one. It took her more than a month to secretly make those, but once finished, she was proud of her creation and, let her wild streak take her over. She threw off her dress and put them on, even though on her, they were skin tight, and with a bolero jacket and riding boots she paraded across the Hacienda's main patio to the house. Her father was in that patio, giving instructions to some of the staff and thus occurred Suzanna's undoing! ------------------------------------------- Seeing that Don Francisco had his back to her, and that Aurore was surveying the crowd, Suzi forged to the front and waved her arm to be seen, so delighted was she to see her beloved, not considering the effect on her. Aurore's eyes suddenly saw Suzi, went wide, in disbelief, then she fainted. Though Suzi ached to rush to her lover's aid, she saw everyone, including her father, turning to tend to the stricken one, and so faded back into the now excited throng. She watched Dolcett take charge and order the unconscious beauty borne to the small clinic hospital he'd established near the Restaurant. Keeping well out of sight, Suzi followed the entourage and overheard someone saying that Don Francisco would leave his wife behind, to be tended to there, while he reboarded Tempest once the ninety-two girls were off laded, for its short trip to San Francisco, where he had business, and the ship would drop the bulk of its normal cargo. When she saw Tempest sail Suzi slipped over to the clinic to be once more with the beloved she thought forever lost to her.. "Oh cheri!! I thought you devoured, by some beast, in the desert when I heard what had happened! They said you had vanished when the Don sent men out to retrieve you, telling them he had a better use for you. I thought you surely a ghost!!" cried Aurore, as tears of happiness streamed down her lovely face. Tears were also in Suzi's eyes, as she fell upon the bed to embrace and kiss her darling. That kiss was eagerly returned and grew deeper and deeper as further, more intimate, caresses followed. Suddenly they were like two animals in heat! Before long, both were sighing and moaning, in wonderful, mutual orgasms. Still embracing, not wanting to be again parted, Suzi recounted all that had befallen her. Aurore then told of her despair at losing her. Her mother, who had been not only dueña, but mistress to Don Francisco, bore him another daughter and, to the horror of Aurore, she had to watch as her mother was spit roasted alive and eaten, in one of those great fiestas. As they took her away, Therese' told her daughter of the contract she had made with Don Francisco that if she produced a male heir she would become his wife, if not, roasted. Shortly afterward, Aurore was offered the same proposition, and in her grief said, "Why not?". Suzi's six sisters had, awhile after that, been sent to Mexico City where a marriage broker had promised, for his fee, to find them excellent matches. ------------------------------------------- Neither Don Francisco nor either of these lovers was ever to know, but two of those sisters were being driven north by Sam Hill at that very time, two more would be in later droves. The final pair were picked up by Captain Gerald on an Acapulco stop. All were served at the Restaurant or at private parties in Dolcett. ------------------------------------------- Aurore told Suzi that her husband, her father, would return in a weeks time, and that they had that long to decide what to do. "I don't want to bear that man's son!!" said Aurore, vehemently, her beautiful blue eyes flashing. "And you needn't, my love, we'll both have this week, then surprise him at his return feast.!" A shiver of mixed fear and happiness went through both girls as they kissed again, and began another session of loving. That week was wonder filled. During it, Suzi explained to Dolcett, what was desired by both girls, and why. The day Don Francisco was due to return the two beautiful girls lay in a full length pan, bound together, face to face. Their hands were tied at one another's pussies, to give each other pleasure. While they kissed, their heads were shrouded in asbestos cloth to preserve both beautiful blonde heads for mounting on the Restaurant's famous wall. Then, they were slid into the heat, the blazing heat. Far hotter than the heat of that desert in which Suzanna had been found. Had anyone been able to see beyond the cast iron door, they'd have seen two stunningly beautiful bodies quivering in almost continual orgasm for nearly fifteen minutes. The very last twitch was simultaneous, as they expired together. When Don Francisco stepped ashore from Tempest again, he was told his wife had a great surprise for him, and would join him at the feast that night. Thinking that possibly her fainting had been caused by a pregnancy, that seemed never to come, at last, he happily sat down to table at the place of the guest of honor. His wife was still not beside him when four men bore in a huge, metal, covered tray and set it on the table before him. With a bow and a flourish, a chef lifted the cover away. Before the Grandee's startled eyes were the beautifully roasted, lovely bodies of his wife and long ago condemned daughter, their smiling faces propped on their hands. Surging up from his chair, knocking it over, he grasped his chest and fell to the floor dead. No son and heir would ever be born to Don Francisco Pacifica de San Diego y Anza. Epilog: (By request) When Captain Gerald next sailed Tempest into Dolcett there were aboard, in the cattle hold, Francesca and Carmelita, bound for the Barn, where they would reunite with Patricia and Conception. In the Captain's cabin was a baby girl who had not even been honored with a name. Upon being brought aboard, hearing that they were bound for Dolcett, they begged to see Captain Gerald. They had heard,while being held in Acapulco, a story that Sam Hill had related in a cantina, on his way to Mexico City, of the beautiful girl found upon a pole in the desert and how she had fared. They realized it must have been their lost sister Suzanna. They, therefore, pleaded with the Captain to stop in San Diego, to find their cast off baby half sister and carry her to Suzanna. He did just that but, on arriving in Dolcett, learned what had happened to the lovers, and to Don Francisco. Sam had arrived, with his drove, the week before. Hearing who the baby was, he insisted on raising her as one of his own. He named her Susan-Dawn, in memory of her two half sisters, and held the leather shop and livery stable in trust for her. When she was old enough he taught her the trade. Thus did Pacifica Leathers, the stable, that later became a garage, after its Pony Girl period*, and more recently a Ferrari dealership, remain in that line to this very day.