Warning faithful reader! The following tale contains graphic scenes and is not intended for the very young or the pure of heart! Proceed at your own caution!

 
When she arrived back at the office of The Journal, Gabriella was feeling uncharacteristically anxious. She was so focused on what Alex had in mind for her that she didn’t even notice Teresa exit the elevator when she got in, much less the dirty look that Alex’s possessive secretary gave her as the doors closed. She was practically chomping at the bit, willing the impossibly slow elevator to move faster. By now, the previous events of the evening, which would have traumatized any normal woman, were fading into the recesses of her mind. She thanked the moon and stars that her fantastic powers as Lady Azteca were enough to heal the wicked intrusions on her luscious body.

“Alex!” Gabriella greeted her boss when she stepped off the elevator and saw him walking towards her with his briefcase in hand.

“You got my message?” Alex asked, looking at his watch, irritated.

“Yes, I came as quickly as I could.”

Alex looked like he was about to explode when he saw her. He had left a message for her to come to the office and now here she was strolling in after making him wait. But he paused a second to get his temper under control. And after taking a second to look over Gabriella in her sexy attire of white patent leather pumps, white silk slacks and a spaghetti-string camisole top, he started to calm down a bit.

“I was about to leave,” Alex said as he started to brush by her. “We’ll discuss this tomorrow,”

“Tomorrow? Are you sure, Alex?” Gabriella’s tone was apologetic and hurt. It was then that she sensed something different about him. Her heightened female sense told her that Alex was hiding something. He looked guilty. And there it was… a faint lipstick stain on his collar. Her mind suddenly flashed to the moment she stepped onto the elevator. Teresa was getting off at the same time. Suddenly her hot Latina blood began to boil.

“It was Teresa, wasn’t it?”

“Teresa? What about her?”

Gabriella suddenly changed her tact. “Why did you call me to come here tonight?”

“I wanted to see the list of items from the museum you were supposed to get. Then I heard the news of this masked character making off with some artifact. Were you there when the artifact was stolen?”

“Yes, I was!” Gabriella said quickly.

“Was anyone hurt?”

“Not seriously.” Gabriella was wounded that Alex didn’t ask if she was hurt in particular.

“Did you get to see what the thief stole?”

“Um, a mask I think.”

“A mask?”

“Yes, from a display of fertility artifacts.”

“Odd. Why take just a mask when the museum is full of priceless artifacts?”

“Maybe he was hired to steal it for some reason.”

“Hmmmm. Maybe. So, did you get the list?”

Gabriella had to think quickly. “No. I was talking to the curator when all the commotion happened. Then the police came and we all had to evacuate the museum.”

Alex shook his head and sighed. Gabriella could see that he was clearly disappointed that she did not complete this simple assignment. “I’m sorry. I’ll call them tomorrow and see if I can arrange another meeting. I’ll get the list.”

“Well, I guess we’ll call it a night then. I expect to see you here bright and early tomorrow morning,” Alex said, taking her by the arm and leading her to the elevator. “Come on, we’ll ride down together. ”

Gabriella’s whole attitude fell. She was hoping for more than this. Why was Alex acting like nothing happened between them this afternoon? And why was he fooling around with Teresa?

As they stood before the elevator to go down, Alex asked, “So, what were you saying about Teresa?”

Gabriella tensed up at the sound of his secretary’s name. “Well, this may not be my place, but…is something going on between you two?”

Alex smirked. I can’t believe it. She’s jealous!

“Just a little harmless fun in the office. Not that it’s any of your business.”

Gabriella gasped and her face flushed. “But…”

“But what? Just because I let you give me a blowjob this afternoon, we’re engaged? You practically begged for it.  What did you expect?”

“I…I…”

“Look, if you really want me, lets go back to my place and I’ll be glad to satisfy any more of your womanly desires.”

Gabriella gasped. “What?”

“Come on, Gabby, don’t act all innocent now. We can finish what we started in my office. I’ll bring you to my bed and give you a good hard…”

“No!” Gabriella exclaimed, suddenly lashing out at Alex with a slap to his cheek. The thought of what he was suggesting was forbidden! Why, she didn’t know. All she knew was that there was no way she was going to let him take her virginity. Even that perverted criminal Lobo, who somehow managed to subdue her so he could sodomize and orally rape her repeatedly, would not have been allowed such a thing. Before Alex could even react to the slap to his face, the elevator doors opened and out stepped Teresa, looking furious.

“Alex, what is she doing here?”

“Calm down, Teresa. We were just discussing an assignment. We’re leaving now.”

“An assignment?” Teresa looked Gabriella up and down, eyeing her provocative outfit. She knew this was not what a woman wore just to talk business with the boss. “She looks like she has something more in mind than talking about any assignment.”

“Mind your own business, Teresa,” Gabriella said, instinctively taking a defensive position in front of Alex. There was a bond to him now due to Victor Salazar’s insidious mind control instructions, but also on a subconscious level there was a natural sexual attraction to her handsome boss.

“Shut up, bitch!” Teresa snapped.

Gabriella gasped at that fateful word. She had to close her eyes for a moment as tension mounted within her. Quetzalcoati! Not this again! What is this sorcery that takes over my mind and body again and again? I must resist it!

But fighting it only seemed to force the feelings toward the surface. When she opened her eyes again, Teresa was still looking at her in a daring manner, as if waiting for her to respond to some kind of feminine challenge of wills.

“Teresa…I…” Gabriella said, barely above a whisper.

Alex watched the change of expression in Gabriella with amazement. It was the same reaction that she had that afternoon in his office, in which she seemed to transform from some flinching nervous employee, which was highly uncharacteristic of her usually arrogant self, into a docile servant willing to do whatever he asked. He was baffled by her earlier reaction to his suggestion that they sleep together, but all of a sudden, there was an unmistakable look of desire in her eyes, and this time it was directed toward his secretary Teresa!
Gabriella seemed to see Teresa as if in a whole new light. Never in her life had she ever been attracted to another woman, but suddenly there seemed to be some inner feeling of arousal and desire for the young girl. By the gods, I’ve never realized she was so…so beautiful. Am I going insane?

Teresa sensed the sudden change in Gabriella’s attitude as well, and she stared back at her nemesis with a look of suspicion. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Please forgive me, Teresa! I know there may be something between you and Alex. I didn’t mean to come between the two of you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Gabriella asked hopefully. She looked as if she was dying to be kissed by Teresa.

 Before Teresa could answer, Alex stepped between them. “Teresa, I want to talk to you for a moment. Gabriella, wait right here.”
 
Alex led Teresa away and began whispering to her as if he were telling her something of the utmost importance. Every once in awhile he would glance over at Gabriella with a grin on his face. She could not hear what they were saying and she was really aching now for both Alex and Teresa’s attention so she could say how much she wanted to make up for coming between them. When Teresa suddenly turned to smile at her, her heart leapt.

Teresa approached Gabriella with a sly grin on her face. “So, you say you want to make up for coming between Alex and me?”

“Yes! I’ll do anything.”

Teresa was very intrigued by this new attitude of Gabrielle and what Alex had told her. “Okay…what do you have in mind?”

Gabriella slinked up to Teresa and put her face inches from hers. “I want to kiss you.”

Teresa took in a sharp breath of surprise at this provocative suggestion. “You want to kiss me?”

Gabriella was trembling with arousal. There was nothing she wanted more at that moment. “Yes! May I please?”

“No!” Teresa said sharply, glancing over at Alex as if to tease him. “Not here. We’ll go home with Alex tonight, and then you and I will give him an evening he’ll never forget. Would you like that?”

Gabriella moaned. She couldn’t wait. Why couldn’t they just do it here? She panted, “Yes!”

“Come on then,” Teresa said, hooking her finger under Gabriella’s necklace and pulling her toward the elevator like a pet while Alex followed close behind with a hard bulge in his pants. No sooner had the elevator doors closed than the two of them embraced, Teresa and Gabriella with lips locked together, tongues probing, bodies grinding against one another. Alex pressed the emergency stop button and soon joined in, coming up behind Gabriella, pressing his groin up to her luscious behind, reaching up to cup her breasts and burying his face in the crevice between her neck and ear. Within minutes, skirts were pulled up, slacks were unzipped, panties were yanked down, blouses were pulled open, generous mounds of flesh cupped in lacy bras were pressed together, squeezed massaged and groped, nipples were pinched and suckled. The elevator was filled with sighs and moans and the temperature began to rise.

The two beautiful Latina women turned their attention from each other to Alex. With their mouths, they covered his chest and stomach with kisses. He leaned back and braced against the wall of the elevator while Gabriella and Teresa pleasured him, each fighting for the opportunity to lick and suck his rigid cock. While Gabriella ran her tongue up and down his shaft, Teresa suckled his balls and then the head of his engorged pole. Occasionally they would break away from torturing his cock to tongue kiss each other.

Alex was in pure bliss, staring down at the two sexiest women in his office worshipping his dick. He could hardly take another second of it and hit the button to start the elevator down again. “All right, ladies, let’s calm down. We’ll need to save our energy for tonight.”

Gabriella and Teresa both whined and pouted, but soon they quit and finally stood up to quickly straighten themselves up before the elevator reached the ground floor. Once the doors opened, they exited as if nothing had happened. Just as the three of them were about to get into Alex’s car, Gabriella’s cell phone rang. With annoyance at this new distraction, she fumbled it out of her purse and put it to her ear.
 
“Gabriella Luna speaking…”

“Cavalier Devil…” spoke the voice on the other end. Gabriella froze as an icy sensation went through her entire body. Whoever it was on the other line, nothing mattered more than to listen and obey whoever it was.

“Yes…” Gabriella answered anxiously. Already she had forgotten Alex and Teresa, who both stared at her with baffled looks on their faces.

“This is Victor Salazar. I need to see you immediately.”

“Yes, right away.”

With that Gabriella snapped her phone closed and started walking briskly to her car.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I have to go…” was all Gabriella said before she climbed in her car, shut the door and sped away.

“What was that all about?” Teresa asked.

“I have no idea. I told you she’s been acting odd all day.”

“Listen, why don’t we just go to your place and I’ll be glad to…”

“No, I think it would be better if you just went home,” Alex cut her off. He was not in the mood for these women any more tonight.

Teresa was crushed. Here was her first real chance at getting intimate with her boss, and Gabriella spoiled it all. “But, Alex…I thought…”

“I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Teresa.”

Teresa watched Alex drive away, then stamped her foot and headed to the train. At least he could have given her a ride.
 
 
*****
 

Within half an hour, Gabriella was pulling up to the front of Victor Salazar’s estate. A million thoughts and feeling were flying through her head. There was a vague memory of this place, a feeling of déjà vu, like she had been here before, even though she only knew the place by its reputation as the hideaway of San Tropico’s most reclusive billionaire. She hardly remembered being let in the front door and she was baffled at how she knew exactly where to go to find the man who had compelled her to come.

“Welcome back,” Victor Salazar greeted her from behind his massive office desk.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes,” Salazar said. “You’ve been a very busy young woman.”

Gabriella had no idea what he was talking about. She was getting more uncomfortable by the second, most of all for the fact that she was feeling extremely aroused in the presence of this handsome man. “What do you mean?”

“You were in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he told her. “I’m speaking of the theft of a certain artifact at the museum today. You were there, were you not?”

Gabriella was startled. “How did you know that?”

“I know everything about you, Gabriella…or should I say, “Lady Azteca”?”

Gabriella gasped with shock. By the sun and the moon! How is it possible that he knows?

“I know you were there because the young gentleman I sent there told me you must have followed him from the museum to his little hideaway.”

“Lobo!” Gabriella exclaimed. “You were the one that sent him to steal the mask? Why?”

“I’ll get to the why later, but yes, my associate was very excited when he called me from police headquarters, filling me in on every detail of your little date with him.”

“Date? That scum!!” Gabriella exclaimed in indignation.  That pervert who had his way with me…how, I don’t know. I would have crushed him like a slug. He better not have told him every detail!

“I don’t know what he told you, but I’m sure it was all lies coming from a lowly criminal.”

“Now, now, that isn’t the way to talk about an acquaintance of your future husband…”

“What?”

“Oh, yes, I’m quite taken with you. You see I set up this little “encounter” to see how well you would handle yourself. As far as I’m concerned, there is not another woman who is more suited to bear my children so the Salazar name and fortune will continue forever.”

Gabriella was getting angrier by the minute. “What are you talking about?”

“You are going to be my bride.”

“Are you insane? I would never marry a man like you… who associates with a thief and rapist!”

“You will if I command you to...”

“No…” Gabriella said, but her heart wasn’t quite in it. Deep down she knew he was right, even thought her instincts told her different. What kind of power did this man have over her? It was impossible!

“The nuptials will take place at dawn. But right now, you and I are going to spend some quality time together, a pre honeymoon shall we say. First, I think we should get a few formalities out of the way, shall we?”

“How are you doing this to me?”

“Never mind that for now, the important thing is that you do what I tell you.”

Gabriella tried desperately to fight this hold over her, but it was battle she was ill prepared to fight. All she could do was whimper and struggle. “No!”

“Yes!” Salazar insisted. “Now listen to me carefully. I want you to transform here in front of me.”

Gabriella’s adrenaline gushed through her veins. He’s asking the impossible! Never in my life have I ever transformed before a mortal! “No! I will not!”

“You can and you will… Lady Azteca!”

“By the sun and the moon, I will not. Not for you or for any man!”

“Oh, I think deep down you really want to Xochitl. Come now, give in to your base urges.”

“No…” Gabriella replied, trying her best to put on a defiant front while inside her free will was taking all the punishment it could stand. “I am an immortal born of nobility. No man will rule me…”

“I will rule you, Xochitl. Once I tame you and train you to be the proper mate.”

“No…impossible…!”

“Yes…very possible…your full obedience is all but written in the book of fate…”

Gabriella closed her eyes. She wanted to scream…fight…or do anything to resist…but it was futile. After staring defiantly at Victor Salazar, using every ounce of will power to hold out in resistance, her will began to crumble. Shaking, she finally gave in to his command, slowly moving her body into the proper position to begin the transformation.

Meanwhile, Salazar looked on with keen interest, eager to see the transformation of this secretive superheroine. The thought of seeing her turn from a sexily dressed woman with glasses into the astonishing maiden of justice, Lady Azteca, all at his command, filled his whole body with arousal. He shifted eagerly in his chair while he watched her begin the ritual of her transforming.

Gabriella stood in the middle of the office and began her meditation, now posing erect with her legs pressed together. She placed her hands palm-to-palm, fingers up with elbows straight out. While she breathed deeply, her mind and body became tuned like an instrument. Soon, the jewel in the silver ring on her right hand glistened. In seconds a soft glow enveloped her entire body. Her glasses shimmered and contorted to move up to her forehead. There it expanded and spread up and out in a spray of colors until they finished their transformation into the feathered headdress of an Aztec princess.

Her clothing did the same. The sexy plunging top she wore shimmered into a sheer white silk tunic embroidered with gold thread and pressed across her torso to fit so her cleavage was accentuated. Her slacks morphed into a short waist coverlet until the hem was cut at the mid-thigh of her long sensuous legs. On her feet she now wore calf-high boots made of the softest white rabbit fur, with laced up leather strings. The watch and bracelet on either wrist grew in thickness until they became thick forearm bands. Meanwhile, her magic sash appeared around her slender waist with a small pouch attached.

The final phase of the transformation was the multi-colored feathers that seemed to cascade from the back of her shoulders until they spread into her spectacular cloak. The halo around her body illuminated the entire office and then dimmed when the change was complete. There were Aztec markings at the edge of the heroine’s eyebrows now. The purple coloring on her eyelids now masked any resemblance of Gabriella. Her brown eyes were now a deep shade of azure.

Victor Salazar was astounded. It was as if a completely different woman had emerged from the transfiguration. He had a salacious grin on his face as he stared at Lady Azteca. She stood proud before him with a look of determination. He was going to thoroughly enjoy bending and breaking her to his will.
 
“Magnificent!” Salazar exclaimed, almost jumping out of his chair so he could approach his bride to be. He stood before her face to face and asked her, “Tell me, Lady Azteca, what does it feel like to be in the presence of the man who will father your children?”

“I…I…” Lady Azteca was conflicted with hundreds of feelings and emotions all at once. Anger, desperation, arousal, defiance, but the overwhelming feeling over all of these was a deep desire for the man standing before her. She wanted him more than anything at that moment.

“Now, I want the mask.”

“The mask?”

“Yes, the mask that was stolen by Lobo. The one you took from him after you showed him the error of his ways.”

Lady Azteca instinctively touched the hidden fold of her cape and felt the mask there. When Salazar held his hand out, she could not do anything but reach into the fold to take out the wolf mask and hand it over to him.

“I suppose I owe you an explanation. Why is this mask so important to me? Yes, I wanted to make it appear as if it was stolen, but in fact it already belongs to me. Part of a collection of artifacts I loaned to the museum out of the goodness of my heart. When you decided to visit me the other night on some sort of noble mission to expose some wrongdoing, I decided you just might be the perfect woman for me, and believe me I’ve had hundreds. None of them compare to you. But here’s the thing, I had a terrible accident when I was young and unfortunately I’m now sterile. Yes, I can deliver the goods, so to speak, but the bullets are empty. And so this is where this wonderful mask comes in. It belonged to a tribal physician centuries ago, used in fertility rituals to impregnate women whose husbands could not quite get the job done for one reason or another. And so, without having to go through all the embarrassment of asking for my own gift back, especially when it had such a prominent place in the museums new display, I simply had it stolen. And what a nice bonus, the museum is responsible for the insurance loss!”

“You are going to use it to impregnate me?” Lady Azteca asked with a noticeable anxiousness in her voice. If she were of her own mind, she would have stricken him down for even suggesting such a thing. She was descended of Aztec nobility. No mere mortal was good enough for her.

“So, are you as eager for the wedding night as I am?”

“No!” Lady Azteca insisted, still trying to keep her pride, but then she shivered and muttered softly, “…yes…”

“On your knees then, let’s see how eager you really are…”

The heroine gasped at Salazar’s crude suggestion. Not this again!

“Now, I said.”

I must obey him, Lady Azteca realized. Calmly she knelt before him and looked up at Salazar to await her next command. Her libido was going into overdrive now. The craving for male juice was so over powering that she thought she would faint. Instinctively, she licked the edge of her lip, all the while fighting the urge to relieve the itching wetness she felt between her legs.

“Pleasure me…”

“Yes!” the heroine gasped, virtually tearing at Salazar’s belt and zipper so she could get to the delicious prize inside. Within seconds she had it out, grasped in one soft hand, stroking it to full hardness and then engulfing the tip past her lips and using her tongue to press and swirl around the engorged head.

Salazar closed his eyes and sighed at that wonderful sensation that only a woman’s eager mouth could provide. Yes, she had learned well since their first encounter, and she would only become more talented with the proper training. It was amazing to watch this once powerful heroine, kneeling at his feet, humming and moaning with ecstasy as she so eagerly pleasured him. It seemed like she could not get enough of him. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more of her slavering tongue and lips, he pulled out. He grinned at Lady Azteca’s expression, a pouting hurt like a child that’s had a favorite toy taken away.

“Please, let me finish, I must taste it…” she groaned.

“Don’t be greedy, there will be plenty for you once we’re joined in matrimony,” Salazar scolded while he glanced at his watch. “Now come with me. Its time to put you down for the night.”

How dare he speak of me as if I am his prize animal! Salazar’s crude remark stunned her, but all she could think of was going to bed with him. Why does he make me wait? Her sex was soaked and itching to be filled with his staff. But all she could do was obey when he led her to an immaculate bedroom and ordered her to lie on the ornate bed with her feathered cape spread beneath her.

“Here is your engagement ring,” Salazar told her as he placed a locking collar around her neck and attached a taut chain to the wrought iron bed frame. Then he placed fur-lined cuffs to her wrists and ankles and trussed her to the four corners in a spread eagle position. Then he took great care to remove her sash and pouches that enhanced all her immortal powers. Now she was completely helpless to escape her bonds.

“This will keep you company until the morning,” Salazar told her, taking a U-shaped double headed dildo, one large and one small. He inserted the larger phallus in her moist pussy and the smaller one into her anus. “It’s been soaked with a special itching oil, which your body heat will activate very soon. My past lovers have told me that it’s too much to take after just a few minutes. But with your immortal body, I’m certain you’ll be able to handle it.”

“No, please don’t you dare leave me like this… UMMMMMFFF!” Lady Azteca moaned, when a thick vinyl bit gag was crammed between her lips without warning and buckled tight around her head. Already she could feel the heated tingling in her most intimate orifices.

“Sorry, my love, from past experience, I’ve found that the screaming always seem to startle my servants. They’re a superstitious bunch and they don’t understand my unique… predilections.” After tucking her under the satin quilt, he kissed her on the cheek.

“Goodnight, my pet. I’ll be back for you at dawn.”

With that, Salazar turned out the light. Before he closed the door, the last thing he heard was his bride-to-be’s muffled whimpers and moans growing increasingly louder.

Lady Azteca was left in the dim room alone to suffer her new sexual torment. Already her slick pussy and anus were throbbing from the itching oil covered dildos. The devious devices seemed to have a life of their own, and Xochitl could have sworn that they were squirming inside her on their own volition. All she could do was bite down on her bid gag and tug hard at her cuffs to try and escape, but her arms and legs were held taut and spread apart so she was completely vulnerable to Salazar’s insidious devices.

That cursed Salazar! Will he really leave me like this? I am an Aztec princess! An immortal! These things are a perversion! I can’t take… “UUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMFFFF!”

The first of many orgasms seared through Lady Azteca’s tensed up body. With her pussy and anus raw and tingling with the coating of heated oils, the intensity of the climax stunned her like a charge of electricity.  It was nothing like she’d ever felt down there and she was gasping and sweating in the aftermath of just the first orgasm. She didn’t have long to ponder the fact that this was just the beginning. It was hours to go before dawn and she wondered if her mind would survive the night. Even before she could concentrate on trying to pull free from her cuffs, her bodily instincts would take over and distract her from escape.

Each cycle became more intense, and Xochitl found that her immortal powers were both a curse and a blessing. They were powerful enough to keep her mind from blowing a fuse, but at the same time it allowed her to feel every ounce of ecstatic pleasure. The final curse was that she would be unable to gain any relief by passing out from the intensity of the climaxes.

“UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!!!” she squealed behind her muffling gag as he body tensed and arched upward on the bed, fists clenched, toes curled, muscles humming with intensity.
 

*****
 

Another beautiful dawn was about to break on the horizon. From the balcony of his oceanfront estate, Victor Salazar breathed in the mountain fresh air and marveled at the very first hint of a blaze of colors out to sea. He sipped his espresso and took a bite of a crème filled crepe.

“What a marvelous day for a wedding, eh, Graciela?” Salazar remarked to his cute young maid, who was standing by, ready to jump at any order her Master commanded.

“Yes, Mr. Salazar,” she answered. Graciela had been up half the night with the other servants preparing for this sudden wedding of her Master. Her curiosity started to get the best of her. “Sir, if I may ask, who is this lucky woman you are to be married to this morning?”

“She is a beautiful, spectacular woman. Lady Azteca.”

“Lady Azteca, the incredible heroine of San Tropico? I can’t believe it!”

“What can’t you believe? Do you think such a woman is above me? That she would not jump at the chance to marry a rich and powerful man like me? Not to mention how suave and handsome I am.”

“Oh, no sir, I didn’t mean it like that! I meant…I mean…”

“Silence!” Salazar ordered, amused by his maids flinching demeanor. “Go and tell the others to begin the final preparations. The wedding begins in ten minutes.”

“Yes, sir, right sway sir,” the maid said, skittering away to avoid the wrath of her Master.

“Yes, indeed,” Salazar mused, to no one in particular. “So be prepared, Graciela. You will soon have a new Mistress to serve.”

Ten minutes later, Salazar was at his place on the plush lawn of his estate, near the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean. An altar was set up along with rows of chairs, where Salazar’s army of top corporate officers was seated. Personally handpicked and totally trustworthy, the loyal employees and servants would be the only witnesses to the wedding of their Master. The admiral of Salazar’s fleet of yachts was at the head of the altar, ready to perform the official ceremonial duties. A minute later, the rear double doors of the mansion opened and out stepped Lady Azteca, adorned in her elaborate costume, escorted by the head servant of the house. She was holding her head up proudly, eager to show her husband to be the fine collar around her slender throat. Both male and female employees were in awe of the heroine, who was more beautiful than any of them could have imagined now that they saw her in person. There was not a sound from any of them except for a gasp or two from a few of the admiring women. To the men, she was the ideal of a beautiful bride, and every one of them envied their boss.

 Once Lady Azteca was at her place at the altar next to Salazar, the ceremony began. The admiral began, “We are gathered here this morning to join this man and this woman in matrimony. If there is anyone who does not believe that these two should be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

 There was not a sound while Salazar smiled confidently. The admiral continued. “Lady Azteca, do you vow to love, honor and cherish your husband for as long as you live? If you do, say, “I so vow.””

 “I so vow.”

 “Do you vow to obey his every command?”

 “I so vow.”

 “Do you vow always to be faithful in body and mind and never to look at or touch another man unless he gives you permission to do so?”

 “I so vow.”

 “Do you vow to give up your career as a defender of justice and commit your life totally to your husband?”

  “I so vow.”

 “Do you vow to submit to your husband’s every whim without complaint and please your husband in whatever way he wishes, whenever he wishes, for as long as he wishes?”

The question excited Lady Azteca. She smiled eagerly, “I so vow!”

“Do you vow to keep your body in the condition that most pleases your husband, even after childbirth?”

“I so vow.”

“Do you vow to provide your husband with as many children as he so desires?”

“By the sun and the moon, I so vow!” Lady Azteca was tense now, creaming her panties and eager to get this over with so she could go away to be alone with her husband and fuck him senseless.

The admiral turned to Salazar. “Victor Salazar, do you vow to love honor and cherish your wife for as long as you wish? If you do, say, “I so vow.””

“I so vow.”

“May I have the rings?”

The head servant handed the admiral a gold wedding band and a gold collar. The admiral handed the wedding band to Lady Azteca, who then placed it onto Victor’s finger. Then Salazar took the gold diamond-studded collar and placed around Lady Azteca’s neck on top of her “engagement ring.”

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Salazar grinned salaciously and took great pleasure kissing Lady Azteca full on the mouth, exploring her mouth with his tongue until she was breathless and nearly faint. When the two of them finally came up for air, the guests broke into applause while the pair walked down the aisle and toward an area set up for the reception. The rest of the morning was a traditional post-wedding celebration starting with a sumptuous brunch served by Salazar’s world-class chefs.  Champagne was toasted while soft music played, a dance was shared, and a rich cake was served to all.

Lady Azteca was overwhelmed by everything, and all she kept thinking about was how excited she was. She never imagined being married, much less to a mortal, but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to her now. Something kept nagging at the back of her mind, but it kept getting pushed aside by the overpowering urges she was experiencing. She wanted all the festivities to be over with so she could be alone with Victor. Every chance she got, she begged him to dismiss all these people so they could begin their honeymoon. Salazar laughed off her pleas, wanting her as anxious and aroused as possible once he got her into his bed at last.

By the time the sun was up for over an hour, Lady Azteca was practically dragging her husband toward the house as they received the last of their congratulations. A few minutes later and the two of them were upstairs in the main bedroom. The room was illuminated only with scented candles placed all around the bed. While Victor took his time removing his tuxedo, Lady Azteca was peeling off her costume as quickly as possible. She was lying on the bed, squirming with arousal when Victor took off the last of his clothes. The two newlyweds spent the next few hours getting to know each other as intimately as two could get. Victor tasted and touched every inch of Lady Azteca’s silky smooth skin and then dove between her legs to taste the pink petals within, driving the heroine wild with desire.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Xochitl moaned while her husband teased her tingling clitoris. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Take me! Now!”

When Victor knew he had his bride nearly over the edge, he donned his wolf mask. The moment was at hand. Now was the time to plant his seed and impregnate his blushing bride. Lady Azteca was lying back, long legs spread and trembling, panting with heat and desire. Her pussy ached liked never before and she couldn’t wait to take her husband’s cock. Her whole body tensed up when Victor positioned himself between her legs, his shaft poised at her opening.

“AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGH” Lady Azteca groaned when Victor plunged his staff slowly and deliberately inside her steaming pussy, breaking her hymen with a stabbing pain. When he filled her to the hilt, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close, eyes shut tight, biting her lip to stave the initial pain. Then she braced her self as Victor began to grind his manhood in and out of her. It turned into the most incredible and satisfying thing she’d ever experienced in her immortal life. Never had she felt so…fulfilled.

Victor grunted as he pumped his cock into the ravishing heroine. The mask’s power filled him with a virility that seemed to know no boundaries. His muscles tensed up and he felt as if he could fuck his new bride forever. And so he pounded her with renewed vigor, gritting his teeth, jaws clenched, fists bunched on either side of her as his hips rose up and slammed down over and over. The thrusts seemed to make Lady Azteca come alive beneath him. He relished her moans of pleasure and how she raked at his back and kicked at his hips with her heels to urge him harder and deeper.

“How does it feel to be owned by a man, Xochitl?” Victor grunted between gasps of air. “To know you are about to filled with my seed?”

“Please! Do it! I want it! I need it!” Xochitl pleaded, gasping and thrashing under Victor.

“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” Victor groaned, blasting his seed deep into Xochitl’s fertile womb. The intensity of his orgasm powered his entire body into overdrive, and he began driving his cock deeper and harder like a berserk jackhammer. Nature’s ultimate miracle took over. The millions of spermatozoa swam instinctively through Xochitl’s tunnel until they found her egg to fertilize it.

“AAAH! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Lady Azteca screamed as her body rose and arched, practically on her toes, tensing up as crushing waves of orgasms pounded her body in rhythm with Victor’s thrusts.  She unleashed a piercing scream that could be heard throughout the estate, and Salazar’s servants all nodded at each other knowingly. Their master was doing his husbandly duty and his bride seemed very pleased.

Once Victor was certain he had pumped his full load into his wife, he ripped away his mask, gasping. Both their bodies were glistening with sweat as neither of them seemed to even slow down in their passionate tryst. They continued their honeymoon through the day and into the night.
 

*****

The next day, Teresa walked into Alex Trevino’s office with an envelope.

“This came for just now.”

“Just set it there,” he said, indicating his desk while he continued working on his computer. His mind was preoccupied. It was after ten and there was no sign of Gabriella. Oh, was she in for some more discipline when she showed up.

“It’s marked ‘URGENT’.”

Alex sighed and looked over at the envelope. He quickly tore it open, took out the single sheaf of paper within. His heart began to pound. “It’s a letter from Gabriella.”

“Oh?” Teresa said. Her interest was piqued.

“Dear, Mr. Trevino. Please accept this letter of resignation effective today. I have decided to return to my home to take care of some personal family business. I will send a delivery service to pick up my personal effects at the office. Sincerely, Gabriella Luna.”

Inside, Teresa was ecstatic. Her rival was gone!

“Well, well, looks like Gabriella has left us in the lurch,” Alex stated, trying to act as if it were no big deal and that his feelings were not hurt. He looked at Teresa closely. For some reason she was wearing glasses today, similar to the ones Gabriella wore. Even her dress was more provocative, like Gabriella from the last couple of days. He smiled at her.

“Teresa, take out an ad. It looks like I’m going to need a new secretary.”

Teresa was startled. Was he firing her? “But…why?”

“Because, I’m promoting you to Gabriella’s position.”

Her heart leapt into her throat. “Really? Oh, Alex!” She ran and jumped into his lap.

“As my new personal research assistant, I’ll expect you to fulfill some duties that Gabriella did not,” Alex said, appealing to Teresa’s instinctive sense of female rivalry and one upsmanship.

“Oh, such as…?”

“I’ll need you to make sure that I am never stressed here at the office.”

Teresa smiled seductively, “Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Trevino, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that you don’t have any tension at all.” With that, she got down on her knees and began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Then she adjusted her glasses and took out his already stiff member.

*****

A year and a half later…

Xochitl Moctezuma stood before the full-length mirror in her spacious dressing room, admiring the profile of her body, the way her perfectly round belly stood straight out. Nothing was more satisfying and wonderful than being pregnant with Victor’s children. She loved the way he touched her swollen belly and talked to the babies until he could feel them move under the taut skin. After the first pregnancy, in which she bore Victor a pair of beautiful twins, one boy and one girl, her immortal body snapped right back into shape as if she were never pregnant at all. She delighted in Victor’s amazement that she was as tight as on their first night of wedded bliss. And so they started all over again, and his wonderful mask of fertility made certain she would be with child again. Maybe this time she would have triplets!

She caressed her breasts, full and plump with milk for the new baby, rubbing the nub of her nipple until a drop of milk leaked out. Victor was so helpful in helping her pump out the nourishing milk to store for the babies during her first pregnancy, but they discovered that she never seemed to run out, even feeding two such hungry and healthy children. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the life that she was meant for, to be a wife whose sole purpose was to love and adore her husband, to attend to his every need, to please him in every way and to look as beautiful as possible for him at all times. If only her mother were here to see it. She would be so proud.

The days of fighting injustice as Lady Azteca were over. Gabriella Luna had never existed as far as she was concerned. Being a heroine was the farthest thing from her mind now that she had Victor’s children to bring up, with the help of an army of nursemaids and nannies of course. After all, someone had to mind the babies while she sneaked away to pleasure Victor.
 
 

The End