A Coffee to the Past Page 16

  Any other human being would have died with the way the rope severed part of the neck.

  It was not so with him and the inquisitor and executioner were enjoying it to the extent they decided to stop for Juan Carlos to recover and then to return to the torture or try another method.

  It was a terrible psychological, as well as physical game. They left Juan Carlos very badly wounded. He recovered within a week. They let him stay in his cell for a while, giving him good food and drink. When Juan Carlos lowered his guard a bit and relaxed thinking he would spend more time there under those conditions before being tortured again, the nightmare would began without warning.

  When he understood how the inquisitors' game would be, he couldn’t do anything except join the game. At least that way he was aware the cycle would always be fulfilled in the same way.

  Torture. Recovery. Good deals. Torture.

  He began to notice the degree of pain in the next torture, if they indicated it with the treatment they gave him on what he began to call his days of rest. At first, they were adding new foods to his plate. Over time, the feast of food was complete and delicious. They also expanded the size of the wine jug and the quality of it, no doubt.

  Juan Carlos, knew with better attention, something very painful for him would follow.

  It would be like that until they got bored with him or until someone, at last, ended the damn nightmare called the Inquisition, because it was clear Juan Carlos would survive everything.

  ***

  Juan Carlos's cell looked different. It had a more comfortable sleeping cot and also had a table with a chair to eat decently.

  He had a bucket to make his needs inside. It was changed daily and another bucket with clean water to wash.

  The doctor was the one who entered his cell the most and the only person with whom he spoke. Even if it was only about his wounds and the way they always got better.

  At first, the doctor felt very uncomfortable in Juan Carlos’ company. Over the years, he began to see him as a fascinating and mysterious being. Even once he heard him say in a very low voice: "You are a miracle of God"

  He knew the doctor was a good man and he was only there because the king demanded it. Otherwise, they would have killed his entire family.

  He had to disguise himself to be in favor of all the atrocities committed within the prison.

  He had not seen anyone for a long time so he assumed the next torture would be very intense and began to prepare psychologically for when the time came.

  When his cell door opened and saw a beautiful naked woman enter with a tray of food so heavy her thin arms could hardly bear the weight. He understood the next torture would be something more than terrible. He wished with all his being, once again, for it to be his last.

  ***

  Juan Carlos and the woman ate until they almost burst.

  Always in silence. The immortal didn’t speak again in his cell after the time a guard heard him talking alone and almost tore his testicles off with his hand thinking he was talking to Satan. Since then he did not speak in his cell unless it was in the presence of the doctor.

  The woman looked at him with curiosity.

  “They say you're invincible.”

  Juan Carlos looked directly in her eyes, got up from the table and lay down on his cot.

  The cell door opened and the Inquisitor General came in. He sat on the chair.

  He peered at the prisoners morbidly.

  Especially the woman, she had a hand over her robe, at the height of her member. He watched as the woman's tiny breast begin to throb.

  “Fuck her,” the inquisitor ordered Juan Carlos.

  He looked disgusted.

  “She's a fucking devil bitch.”

  Juan Carlos knew it was not true.

  The inquisitor got up and went straight to the woman, grabbed her by the hair and shook her.

  She screamed in pain from the jolt and Juan Carlos instinctively threw himself at the inquisitor, giving him an assertive punch in the jaw that knocked him to the ground.

  He took the opportunity to punch him several more times before the guards intervened and tried to hold him.

  The woman screamed eerily and Juan Carlos could not see where she was.

  They had taken her away.

  They were going to torture her.

  “Take me, you damn sadist,” he shouted at the inquisitor general. “Set her free, she's not a devil whore. The only goddamn demon here is you.”

  He spat in his face and the inquisitor emerged from the cell like a beast.

  A while later, Juan Carlos was transferred to the north wing torture room. Everything was normal for him until he heard the woman’s screams.

  As soon as he entered the room and saw the blood spilled on the floor, he understood that nothing could save the girl. She would die that day and he would live one of the worst tortures they could perform. If that, at that point, could happen.

  ***

  Juan Carlos opened his eyes. He felt numb, slow, and tired.

  Every inch of his body was as heavy as if it were made of solid iron. He could hear murmuring around him.

  He turned his head a little and narrowed his eyes to focus because everything was dim.

  The table beside him was empty. A large pool of blood formed beneath it.

  He knew there was something important about that table, but he could not quite remember what it was.

  He closed his eyes again and tried to swallow again. He moved the fingers on his right hand a little and found they were splashed with a warm liquid.

  He could not raise his hand because he was fastened to the table by a leather strap. He wanted to raise his head to see what they were doing to him.

  After several attempts, he succeeded.

  There was blood everywhere, his blood flowing uncontrollably out of control of his body.

  He wanted to speak but he felt himself fading.

  His sight blurred again, and then his lips quirked into a small smile.

  Maybe, he would get those beasts to end his suffering, after all.

  XVII

  Isabel had been at home locked up for a week. Well, almost locked up. She only left to supervise the work of her new office, she then returned home in time to dress up in lavishly seductive garments to lounge around in for the rest of the day. Showing herself without shame all over the house to the man who maddened her and still did not dare touch her 'unduly' as he said.

  She had to put an end to the old fashioned thought Juan Carlos had. After a video conference with her sister and best friend, they came to the conclusion no man could stand the temptation.

  It was clearer than water Juan was from another century, although she had to admit in the last two days, the immortal growled every time he saw her. Several times took her by surprise, watching her with unbridled desire. She did not make it easy. Not only did she walk around the house semi-naked, in addition, posed in positions that would blow any man’s top. He was immortal, yes, but he still had a penis that suffered erections just entering the house and seeing her.

  Today would be one of his greatest battles. She found a sexy transparent black robe. So far she had not worn anything transparent, but today, it seemed her libido was about to make her orgasm spontaneously just from desire.

  She needed the release.

  She smiled when she heard the door close.

  Juan Carlos was in charge of the entire estate. He liked what he did and was good at it. He recruited good employees to help him day after day and kept in touch with Edward to discuss the news.

  Isabel was serving the food.

  She was not a great cook, but this particular day it didn’t matter if the food was right or not, she planned on skipping lunch.

  There was no way Juan Carlos could eat in peace looking at her erect nipples through her seductive dress.

  Juan went to the kitchen.

  “Hi, sweetie...” he broke off as she turned around with the plates in her hands
and a splendid smile on her blood-red lips.

  Isabel was enjoying every minute. She could already feel the victory 'inside' her. Juan Carlos was looking at her like she was a piece of meat and he hadn’t eaten for 400 years. She smiled to herself thinking of the reflection’s irony.

  “How was your day?” She asked as if nothing strange was happening. She approached Juan to give him a kiss as they did every time he arrived or left the house.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and almost shouted with extreme joy as Juan tightened his grip on her body and put a hand on her neck to bring her mouth closer to his.

  She was delighted, she could see in his gaze that he was about to explode with desire.

  An instinctive movement on Juan Carlos’ part caused his immediate erection to press Isabel's womb. She felt like her scant lingerie, was becoming extremely humid.

  A groan escaped her and it was enough for him to kiss her harder.

  A wild, uncontrolled, scorching kiss.

  Her hands began to roam his strong, firm body.

  She moved one hand to let it rest just above his phallus. She pressed slightly with her palm as she stroked the length of his bulge that protruded from his pants.

  “I have a lot of time...” He tried explaining something she already knew. She knew what would happen first. Juan dropped his head back as he searched for a way to keep his balance due to the uncontrollable desire coursing through his body.

  When he calmed down a little, he kissed her again. She wasted no time. She began to strip off her lingerie. She wanted to give him a second wave of pleasure, ignite his wild side and make him to understand, in today’s time sex was anything they were both willing to do.

  She crouched in front of him. After unbuckling his belt, she helped to remove his pants and shorts.

  Isabel salivated before Juan’s erection and she didn’t hesitate before slipping him into her mouth.

  He tried to stop her but she pushed his hands away.

  “Enjoy yourself, please. Then you can compensate me.” She winked as she slide his cock back into her mouth.

  “Oh, God, Isabel! Please!” He seemed to lack air. “Isa, this... is that... Oh, God! Please!”

  Isabel smiled at him with her eyes as she wrapped her tongue around his penis. She felt Juan's body tighten again. She caressed his legs with her belly.

  She looked up and backed away just a little, stroking him violently to help him reach his ecstasy.

  This time, Juan released a deep growl as his body convulsed.

  Isabel thought he wanted to rest a little, but the opposite happened.

  The immortal pulled her close to him by her hair. After stripping off his shirt, he began to ravage her body with his hands.

  Isabel could not control the moans that slipped from her mouth.

  When he placed his hand on her breast, he growled and squeezed it firmly.

  “I want to make you mine to the point of exhaustion, Isabel.”

  “Then, do it.”

  “How could I have wasted so much time?”

  She smiled. She also wondered the same thing.

  She moaned loud as he rolled her nipples between his index finger and thumb.

  She knew she liked it from the dampness growing in her crotch.

  “I want more.”

  “I'll give it to you.”

  He placed her on the kitchen table and savagely ripped off her delicate nightie.

  He admired her with unrestrained desire.

  He devoured her chest without thinking. Sucking, subtle tongue strokes, nibbling, pinching, more sucking, stroking.

  Isabel moaned with pleasure.

  She had never felt anything like this before. She did not know how the hell women from 400 years ago could have been as puritan with men as accommodating as this one who was now taking care of her.

  ***

  As he continued to lavish attention to her chest, she felt her hands go down to her most intimate and sensitive part.

  She moaned and he grunted wildly.

  Juan Carlos didn’t think twice before stroking Isabel's wet vagina.

  This woman was driving him crazy. Only God knew how he had struggled to keep from touching her all those days when she was almost naked in front of him. He wanted to do right by her like he was taught in his day.

  He was waiting for Carlota and Edward to come back so he could formally ask them for her hand in marriage because he loved her with his entire soul.

  Yes. That's how it was.

  I loved her.

  He knew she loved him too.

  He wanted her by his side forever.

  All his determination and will power went to hell when he saw her there, in the middle of the kitchen with hardened nipples.

  Fuck! Who the fuck could say no to that?

  She was a goddess at giving him pleasure.

  Now that he discovered her sexual appetite, he was willing to please her as often as necessary.

  He would come home every morning to tear off her clothes and make her moan and tremble like she was doing now as he fingered her vagina.

  He wanted her to explode again, but he wanted to be inside her when it happened.

  He went down to her wet, throbbing cavity and stroked it with the tip of his tongue, as he continued to push two fingers inside his woman.

  She caressed her breasts and arched her back to better align his mouth. The immortal concentrated on her clit filling her with pleasure.

  She started moaning again and repositioned her body. She grabbed his hair, rubbing her vagina hard against Juan Carlos's mouth.

  He knew she was about to orgasm again.

  He took his mouth away from her and without warning, he sunk into her.

  Maybe in a few years he would think of doing it more cordially, though he doubted it, because Isabel aroused his wildest sexual instinct and he seemed to excite her as well.

  He thrust in and out of her with quick steady movements, until he could not hold on any longer. At the same moment Isabel dropped her head back and arched her back completely releasing loud moans in sync with the contractions of her vagina.

  He was exhausted but wanted to keep doing this all day, all night, all month and for the rest of his life.

  She lay motionless beneath him.

  “I want more of this.”

  He felt her stomach tremble from the lazy laughter, escaping her mouth.

  She stroked his back.

  When her pussy contracted again, he growled as his penis grew hard again.

  “Then give me more,” she said, and it was enough for Juan Carlos to begin the ritual of kissing, sucking, and biting once again.

  ***

  Isabel woke up abruptly. She felt like she could not breathe.

  She almost had a heart attack when she saw a shadow in a suit like those of the Ku Klux Klan standing by her side, covering her mouth and nose with a cloth.

  She tried to get away but it was not possible. Her entire body became heavy and her hands must have been tied.

  What was happening?

  She struggled while managing to see several more shadows walking quickly to the living room, struggling with Juan Carlos.

  She opened her eyes in horror as she saw the shadows draw guns. She was sleepy, her eyelids growing heavier and she heard Juan’s terrified scream but couldn’t hear what he was saying because all she wanted to do was sleep. The last thing she thought she heard was a crash... Juan screamed again... what a dream she was having.

  She was sure she was dreaming. In the morning she would realize everything was only a nightmare.

  ***

  “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

  Juan was frightened, confused, and had a very sharp pain in his stomach.

  He was shot and felt the bullet causing irreparable damage to his body.

  Yes. Irreparable. This time his body was not working the way he was accustomed to. He did not feel his body trying to expel the bullet, on the contrary,
with each movement he felt blood seeping out of the wound. The bullet seemed to burrow further into his body.

  It seemed that after all he would know death.

  He could go happy, though it seemed rather unfair for death to come for him now that he was happy.

  He smiled when he remembered his mother’s words. How he forgot thinking his immortality was only his dying mother’s madness.

  True love. Happiness annulled immortality, Rocío had assured him on her deathbed.

  He was glad then to have known his true love...

  A sharp blow stung him in the face. He was cold.

  “He’s not reacting and he's losing too much blood. Are you sure this is the man we are looking for?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where is your brother?”

  Were they asking about Francisco? He was alive? How did they find him?

  “Come on, you bastard, Tell us, we do not have all night!”

  That was what Juan was trying to do!

  He wanted to speak, to ask them who they were, what they wanted from him, and why they were looking for his brother.

  An absolute terror came over him when he thought of Isabel.

  Would she be there with those evil men?

  Would they mistreat her? Oh no! God! She was naked when they fell asleep. He tried not to think of the atrocities he saw the inquisitors do to naked women.

  “I... sa... bel.” He repeated several times.

  “This bastard is dying!” Another voice said.

  “Get him out of the car before we are further compromised. I do not think he's the immortal’s brother. They should be the same. The ancestors say Satan blessed them both equally.”

  Juan tried to speak again but couldn’t. Before he could open his mouth, the car stopped dead and they pushed him onto the road.

  He would die, after all.