CHAPTER ONE

 

When young Maria Gomez's father Tomas died, the grief-stricken, seventeen year old girl thought that her world would come to an end.

Tomas Gomez had raised his beautiful daughter practically from birth. His wife had died shortly after she had given birth to Maria and, the burden had fallen on Tomas to be both a mother and father to his only daughter.

In addition to being without a wife, Tomas was forced to endure the poverty of being a field worker on a large farm outside of Lima.

The man for whom Tomas Gomez worked, Jose Robles, was one of the leading growers in the entire country. Despite his enormous wealth, he had a reputation of being a very stingy, mercenary man who drove his workers to the ultimate and paid them as little as possible.

Tomas and Maria shared a tiny little shack on the property, as did the other workers and their families.

Despite the poverty and Maria's lack of formal schooling, she loved her father so much and their relationship was so beautiful, that she managed to find life very worthwhile. In her quiet moments alone she would fantasize about some day meeting a very handsome and noble young man who would sweep her off her feet and marry her, providing her with a decent life.

When her father died, Maria's initial reaction was to wish that she could have been taken with him, so that she would be removed from what could now be termed an intolerable veil of tears, to a better life with her father.

While she was still in a grief-stricken state, one of Jose Robles' top assistants came to her shack one night.

"Senor Robles wants to see you in his office tomorrow at ten," the man informed her.

Maria was so stunned by the news that she hardly knew what to say. Jose Robles had only seen her from a distance a few times and, she recalled, one occasion when he had nodded to her. It had been his guiding rule not to associate with any of the workers or their families. Even though she could see his beautiful mansion easily from her little shack, it was as if two or three continents separated his life from hers. Now that seemingly irreparable bridge was about to be severed. She would be meeting with Jose Robles.

"Why does he wish to see me?" she asked.

"One does not ask such questions of Senor Robles," the man laughed sarcastically at her ignorance. "One just goes and sees him when he makes such a request. You will be there at ten o'clock tomorrow."

"Very well, I'll be there," she said.

Maria was so worried over the prospect of seeing Jose Robles the next day, that she was unable to sleep for the entire night.

When ten o'clock finally came, she walked over to the beautiful house she had admired so many times. Her heart pounded nervously as she knocked on the door.

A distinguished, white-haired servant opened the door.

"Yes?" he said.

"I would like to see Senor Robles. I believe he is expecting me."

"Your name?"

"Maria Gomez."

The man immediately ushered her in, leading her up the stairs to the second floor, where Jose Robles' office was situated.

The servant showed her into the room. She practically froze in her tracks when she observed him sitting behind his huge mahogany desk, looking majesterial and awe-inspiring. There was something unique about this man and Maria felt her knees immediately going weak as she looked into his alert blue eyes. He was a handsome man with a neatly trimmed brown moustache and light brown hair with shocks of grey at the temples. The grey actually made him look more distinguished and handsome.

"Good morning, Maria," he began.

"Good morning, Senor Robles," she replied.

"Please sit down."

Very nervously, Maria sat down in a chair across from Robles'.

"I was very sorry to hear about your father. He was a very good man," Robles said.

"Thank you, Senor Robles, I loved him very much."

Suddenly it dawned on Maria. Yes, that was the reason he had asked her to come and see him, to express his sympathies.

"Not only do I feel that he was a very good man, but I feel some responsibility over the fact that his daughter is all alone," Robles said. "After all, I think of my farm and the people who work for me as one family."

With a sweeping gesture, Jose Robles reached out with his right arm and gestured towards the fields beyond the picture window.

Maria could hardly believe what she had heard. Never had she encountered any signs of Jose Robles ever considering his workers to be part of his family. As a matter of fact, all she had ever heard from the workers, including her father, was that he was a very unsympathetic and cruel man who cared only about making a profit. Now she was seeing a different side of him manifested.

"I want to do something to help you," said Robles. "I hope you won't mind."

"What is it you are considering doing?" she asked, stupefied almost speechless by the way he was talking.

"My feeling is that you are a very beautiful girl but you haven't ever had much of a chance to develop. I'm going to give you a beautiful place to live, some servants, beautiful clothes and a limousine at your disposal."

Her head began to swim as she became immersed in a sea of uncertainty. Maria could scarcely believe what she was hearing. This whole conversation was like something out of a dream, sitting in the same room with this very wealthy man for whom her father had slaved for years. Not only was he talking to her, he was making all kinds of promises.

"But why?" Maria asked.

"You are a very young girl and you will find out in time," Robles chuckled. "I want to move you into the house immediately. You see, I used to entertain guests here and whenever I was entertaining more people than I had room for in this house, I would send some of them over there. But I don't really need to maintain the house for that purpose. I can see to it that you move in there immediately. As a matter of face, I think that it will be ready for occupancy next Monday. I want you to move in then, I will have a chauffeur pick you and your belongings up and drive you there."

Even though Maria was extremely naive on matters of sex, she was immediately beginning to see the correlation between his generosity and his desires. She had observed the twinkle in his eyes when he spoke to her. It was apparent that he was attracted to her in a big way.

"I've admired you ever since you were a little girl," Robles said suddenly. "It might surprise you to hear me say that, but I did. I like just looking at you. You had a certain sweetness about you, my dear, something I definitely admired."

"Thank you," she gulped, hardly able to speak.

"So I will be seeing you after you have moved in. I've made arrangements for you to be driven into Lima and to have a beautiful wardrobe picked out for you at one of Lima's finest stores. You're going to look and act like a woman of great bearing and dignity."

"Thank you," was all Maria could say.

Though she had a hatred for this man, whom she felt to be a hypocrite, Maria also felt trapped. When her father died she did not know where she was going to live or what she was going to do. At least now a decision had been made for her. She would have a beautiful place to stay. Perhaps she could just play along with this man for a little while, and then he would let her go. Maria was intelligent enough to recognize that she would not hope to thwart Jose Robles' wishes. With his tremendous power and influence, he could taunt her in so many different ways if she ever said no to him as the question of showering her with the luxuries. So Maria felt trapped and, decided right then and there to try and make the best of the whole situation.

When she left Robles' house, she was very much in a daze, scarcely able to believe what had happened to her. It reminded her of some of the fairy tales that her father had told her when she was a little girl. Only this wasn't a story. This was actually happening to her.

When Monday came, a tall, regal-looking chauffeur dressed in a black outfit with a black cap, arrived with a black Mercedes limousine. He picked her up and took her to her new home.

The beautiful stucco structure where she was to live was situated not far from the fields. She would be able to look out of the window each and every day and be reminded of the poverty out of which she had come.

Maria could scarcely believe the magnificent furnishing of the house. There were chandeliers in practically every room and her bedroom looked absolutely exquisite. Her bed was huge and there were mirrors strung out all over the bedroom.

The following day her woman servant accompanied Maria to Lima, where together they picked out a fashionable wardrobe.

That same evening, she was told by her female servant Jose Robles would be seeing her the next day.

"He told me he will be here in the afternoon, sometime after one," she smiled. "He said he wants to see how you're adjusting to your new quarters."

Maria hoped that it would only be a social call to find out how she was adjusting to things, but deep down she felt differently. It was Maria's impression that more than likely the man would be concerning himself with his male desires and instincts.

When he arrived, Jose Robles was wearing a huge, almost all-conquering smile.

"You look like a beautiful young princess," he told her, "you're so very lovely."

Maria could scarcely say anything. She sat with her hands folded, looking at Robles very tensely.

"I want you to learn to relax around me," he said. As a matter of fact, let's have some wine."

He ordered the wine, which he sipped slowly. While he sipped the wine, he looked over at Maria and tried to give her a pep talk.

"You must realise, my dear, you've made quite an adjustment," he said, "but you shouldn't feel nervous or self-conscious about any of it. Actually, with your beauty and dignity, you're the type of girl who belongs in this type of environment. You really do."

"Thank you, Senor," she said.

At that point Robles' eyes flashed angrily.

"Please stop calling me 'Senor'," he orderd. "I want you to start calling me Jose. We're on different terms now, you're no longer the daughter of one of my workers. I want that point made right now."

"Yes, Jose, I'm very sorry."

"Think nothing of it," he smiled, finishing his wine. "Please, let's go and look at the rest of the house."

When they arrived in the bedroom, Jose sat down comfortably on the edge of the bed.

"Please close the door and come and sit next to me," he said to Maria.

As she sat down he looked into her eyes, and she observed an expression of lust surfacing on his face.

"What beautiful eyes," he said. "You have a very beautiful body too, I'm sure that it would look exquisite were you undressed."

Maria flinched. Her face turned red as she looked away from Jose.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "There's nothing to feel embarrassed about, my dear girl. I'm fairly confident of one thing. That you are a virgin. Am I right?"

"Yes, I am a virgin," she slowly nodded.

"That's all right, my dear. Every girl has to be one up to a certain point in time, but you're like a beautiful young flower just waiting to be picked. Think of it that way."

Jose Robles reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to slide through the young girl's shimmering black hair. The longer his fingers slid through her hair, the harder his heart began to pound and he gazed into her eyes intently.

"You look very lovely," he said again. "Yes, you look absolutely beautiful, my sweet."

He looked at her for several more moments, then reach out and began to unbutton her dress. His fingers moved slowly. Robles was intelligent enough to recognise that he was putting this young girl through quite an adjustment and he did not want to risk terrifying her too much.

kept on undoing the buttons of Maria's dress. When he finally finished with the buttons, he reached out and began to tug at the dress, very carefully sliding it over her head.

"Don't be fearful," he encouraged her. "There's nothing to be afraid of, my dear. I'm just an ordinary man with ordinary passions. I want to do things to make you feel good, my darling. You're so very beautiful. Such a nice, wonderful, sweet girl."

When he finished removing her dress, Robles focused his eyes on her lovely olive-skinned body. He loved the way her breasts thrust out so magnificently inside her white bra and he also loved the way her legs tapered exquisitely down to her ankles. Robles thought of her as fine porcelain and he longed to reach out and touch her in every intimate way.

It bothered Robles to see the extent to which lovely Maria's body trembled and he felt he couldn't take any chances of causing her to panic. It was his firm intention to see to it that she was made to relax in every way and, he was determined to see that she eventually learned to relax in his presence.

"I'm going to remove your bra, I'm taking it off. I want to play with your beautiful breasts, please don't panic, darling. Don't get upset."

He reached out and undid her bra straps. Since he had forewarned her, much of the shock was removed, but her body still trembled as he tossed it aside, then slid his fingers against her breasts.

Then he began to push and thrust against her taut nipples. Maria's body involuntarily squirmed, moving from side to side as he kept on with his caresses.

"This feels so very good," he said. "I love touching your nipples, oh darling, what a beautiful body you possess. It's an absolutely gorgeous body."

His fingers danced against her warm breasts. The quicker they plunged against her tits, the faster her whole body twisted as she reacted to his strokes.