What would you do if ...? is a question used frequently by children in their games of imagination ... What would you do if you were an international spy and the bad guys were after you? What would you do if robbers broke into your house? What would you do if you were trapped in an elevator? What would you do if you had a million dollars to spend? What would you do if you were the President and the enemies attacked the country?
On and on they go, fantasizing lives of intrigue and excitement totally different from the seemingly dull existence, of their own lives. And every child has an elaborate answer for what he would do if Not only children, but everyone has, at one time or another in his life, used this question. The question itself poses a mental test - a hypothetical challenge in a 20th century world where life is familiar and sure. We take great pains speculating on our possible reactions to improbable situations. We swear unflinchingly to high standards and principles that would surely be upheld in the face of danger or disgrace.
But who really knows what any one of us would actually do when faced with a nightmarish situation like the one which confronts the Danfield family - a situation far from the sandbox reveries of children.
Michael Jaegger has written a fascinating, true-to-life story, a spine-chilling account of what it is like to be part of a family that is, quite literally, being shaken apart, pressured beyond the breaking point. Here is a close-knit family victimized at the brutal hands of a band of revolutionary fanatics. Here is a mother willing to sacrifice everything to spare her teenage children, and a father who is helpless to protect the ones he loves most dearly.
Read their story, live and sympathize with the Danfield's, and then decide what you would have done in their place.
CHAPTER ONE
Already, the fiercely burning sun had settled into the blue-black sea far off in the direction of the Florida Keys, sinking in a display of blazing oranges and royal blues that was so beautiful it seemed unreal.
This was the Danfield family's first night on their own newly-discovered private island, designated as Albacore Cay on their Florida and Bahamas coastal maps, and the two Danfield teenagers, Danny and Janice, were open-mouthed at the spectacular sight.
"Dad, it was incredible, really incredible!" exclaimed Danny, leaping excitedly now around the warm glow of the burning campfire he and his father had constructed less than an hour ago. "I never dreamed a sunset could be anything like that! What a trip!"
Emory Danfield laughed good-naturedly at his only son's boyish enthusiasm. But he was right; living in the city does tend to rob a person of memories of sunsets and seascapes, islands like this - green, lost and secluded, remnants of a better age without pollution or the concrete devastation of the cities. Emory felt somehow that he was cheating his son - life was so much simpler, so much more relaxed and ordered, when he was Danny's age back on the family's farm in Ohio. And now that he had "made it", scrambled high enough up the corporate ladder to insure some measure of safety and comfort for his wife and two teenagers, he had returned, at least for the moment, to some of the simpler pleasures he had found for nothing when he was a kid. Only now, it wasn't so cheap - this rented cabin cruiser was setting him back a hundred and fifty dollars a day!
From the corner of one eye, he caught a glimpse of his younger child, Janice, though she was sixteen now and not really "Daddy's little girl" anymore. It didn't take much of an appraisal to notice the change - just yesterday he and Gloria had talked before going to sleep about how fast she had grown up. An awkward tomboy one day, a princess the next. Christ, it was amazing how time did fly. It seemed hardly more than a few years ago that he and Gloria were nursing his '48 Chevy down to South Carolina, sneaking south for a Justice of the Peace wedding, down where eighteen year old girls were fair game instead of jail-bait. Eighteen! Two more years and little Janice will be as old as Gloria was when they got married!
Emory just shook his head, poking at the embers of the campfire with a sharpened stick. It couldn't have been that long ago, it just couldn't. He looked over at Gloria as she shook out the kids' sleep-bags on the sandy beach. Gloria was still a real looker - just as beautiful, maybe even more so, as that high school majorette he married on a hot sticky night in Dillon, South Carolina.
She had been a blonde then, straight out of a bottle, though it made her mother cry every time she had to look at her daughter's sultry bleached locks. "Work of the devil" she called it. But even Emory had to admit she was a much better looking brunette, thirty-seven now, but in a lot of ways, still the same girl he'd married that night, the same girl he had hustled off to the first roadside motor court ... the same gorgeous little Gloria Strickland, darling of the senior class, only now the mother of a boy and girl almost as old as she had been that night.
Yes, it was hard to believe ... close to twenty years now, two wars had come and - hopefully - mostly gone, a President lost by assassination. The dollar he had in his pocket that evening in the Justice of the Peace's storefront office was worth about twice those in his wallet tonight. And two babies born and raised - a husky football-player of a son, and a daughter flirting with real beauty. Man, how those years sneak past you ...
* * *
Emory helped his attractive bikini-clad wife with supper: hamburgers from the refrigerator on the cabin cruiser, and home-style fried potatoes cooked in a skillet over the hot campfire. There was a fully-equipped galley on a boat, of course, but the kids preferred roughing it ... and if the truth were known, so did Emory. It had been years since he could relax like this, away from all the worries of his investment business, alone with his family and with nature.
The kids were unrolling their sleeping bags when he waded and swam back out to the boarding ladder on the boat, anchored in a fathom-and-a-half of water so that the last few feet required a short kick to propel him through the warm Caribbean water to the side of the craft. He looked back one last time at the nearby shore, a wide sandy stretch, deserted as far as he could see in both directions, save for his family outlined in the glow of the dying fire. Opening the hatch, he went below and poured himself a soothing nightcap of bourbon over ice and readied for bed.
Emory looked at his wrist watch, a gift from the board of directors upon attaining one million dollars in volume for the rapidly-growing company; the dial read ten-thirty! Back in New York, he'd have been just settling down in his easy chair at home, exhausted after the long train ride from the city. And here ... well, down here ten-thirty seemed like the middle of the night.
He climbed topside and sat on the foredeck a long while, eyes skyward to catch a quick peek at a half-dozen shooting stars as they streaked overhead, racing toward the invisible Florida shore. His attention was momentarily distracted as Gloria came aboard after bedding the kids down in their chosen spot beside the fire on the beach. He waited, silently; then after awhile, the lights went out below, and the executive made his way down the narrow passageway, intoxicated from the unaccustomed fresh air, his path lighted by the combined illumination of a billion stars in the summer night.
* * *
Before turning out the lights, Gloria had slipped out of her little blue bikini in the narrow forward cabin, shivering in the sudden chill of night air on her bare skin. Fumbling for her nightie in the top drawer of the built-in cabinet at the foot of their bed, she could see herself reflected quite clearly in the full-length mirror opposite. And what she could see was pleasing - it was nice to still have your figure after two children.
Glancing around to be certain Emory or one of the kids hadn't come below, she looked more seriously at the nakedly voluptuous image of herself in the glass. Embarrassed at her own boldness, she placed a hand beneath the curve of one of her large, firmly up thrust breasts, feeling its heaviness in the palm of her hand. It was nicely full, hardly a trace of sag, though that terrible forty was only three years away. And the rest of her body was as well maintained as her breasts - her skin soft, translucent and properly taut, her thighs and calves well-trimmed from her twice weekly tennis workouts.
Yes, she thought, it was lucky she still had her looks, what with forty creeping up on her and grandchildren probably only a few more years away. Not that having good looks was doing much for her now. She might as well be fat and ugly for all ...
No, I musn't think like that! she reminded herself. I have to remember to be understanding, it's my job to help Emory with all his problems and worries, not to make things worse. Things will get better, I know they will, just as soon as he can relax again and be himself.
She tried to put all seriousness from her mind, and climbed into the slightly vee-shaped bed built into the bow of the cabin cruiser. Within minutes, aided by the rhythmic rocking of the boat in the Caribbean's gentle swells, she was sound asleep.
* * *
Though it seemed like hours, only minutes had passed when Gloria became suddenly aware of someone crawling under the covers with her. A quick wink of one eye told her it was still very much the middle of the night and Emory, surprisingly, was coming to bed. Surprisingly, she thought, because ... well, because their nighttimes together had recently become something worse than painful. It wasn't something she talked about - Emory would have died if he knew she was even aware of it. But she was certainly aware of it, all right, and it was getting worse all the time.
She knew it would pass with time, that there was nothing physically wrong with him. It was just that he had a lot on his mind, what with his business and the stock market doing such crazy things and two kids nearing college age. Worries like that could make a man sort of, well, less than his usual self.
And "less" Emory Danfield had been lately; he'd even taken to coming to bed after she was asleep. Ostensibly, it was because he had difficulty getting sleepy these days, or so he said. But Gloria knew the real reason, the painful one that she realized must nag at him day and night. Emory was afraid, afraid that his sexual performance was fast dwindling away to nothing. Oh, he wasn't impotent or anything like that. At least ... not completely ... yet!
So far this worry of his had only gone so far as to affect his staying power. And for a man who could once boast of satisfying two girls in one night back in college, that sort of loss was bitter medicine indeed.
Gloria knew how it hurt him; she could literally feel the gnawing pains of inadequacy tearing at him sometimes when they'd finished making love. Finished somewhat ahead of schedule, that is! She wanted so desperately to tell him it was all right, that there was no reason for him to worry so. But she knew the first move had to be his ... it was better now that he not even know she had given it a second thought.
Lately, he just crept into bed, silently so as not to awaken her, then stayed quietly on his own side of the mattress, not cuddled against her as they had for so many years. But tonight it seemed different. Even in her half-asleep state, Gloria could feel that something was about to happen ...
"Honey ... are you awake?" he whispered. Gloria answered as the old Gloria, with an unmistakable wiggle of her behind against him in the dark. She was almost afraid to hope ... maybe he'd had an extra drink, and his nerves were soothed enough by their vacation to be his old self.
His hand slipped around her waist as he settled in behind her like they used to, and he pulled her buttocks against his belly. She could feel his well-maintained firmness, his hard abdomen with none of that usual creeping flabbiness most men start to find as they reach the hump of forty.
One hand slipped along the smoothness of her back and pulled her nightie up high above her waist. She was glad she had not worn panties to bed, and her warm nakedness snuggled warmly against his masculine firmness as he quickly slipped out of his undershorts.
Gloria felt a shiver of excitement and anticipation course over her as she sensed the prodding nudge of his hardening penis hotly pulsating in the soft furrow of her buttocks. She pushed her fleshy bottom-cheeks back tightly against his manhood, as if to trap it between the deliciously supple mounds of her ass.
She was hesitant to open her eyes, even for an instant, lest this all be a dream, and she'd find herself alone on her own half of the bed, caught up in some sleepy fantasy wrought from the growing agony of long months of lonely, agonizingly empty nights. But this was real ... her darling husband, that he-man hero she'd married, was his old virile self once more. She could only pray this was for real, that his passion wasn't borne from a bottle.
"I love you, darling," he whispered, and Gloria felt her eyes moisten just at the sound of the old Emory back again. Eagerly, she pulled her nightie the rest of the way off her love-starved body, shivering once again as her breasts were caressed by the evening chill. She quickly squirmed back under the blanket and snuggled tighter now against her man's naked firmness as she felt the whole length of his fully erect cock, thick and achingly hard, rigidly poking upward between her legs. Once in place, she clamped her thighs tightly around the long, heatedly throbbing penis. Between her legs, the hotly swollen head of his cock probed hungrily as if it had a mind of its own to go with the tiny eye-like slit in the end. His massive hardness began rubbing against the sensitive folds of her wetly excited pussy, brushing electrically over the nerve-filled bud of her pulsing, growing clitoris, that pinkish little nodule at the top of the soft warm flanges of her vagina. With no effort on her part, she could feel the warmly moist lips of her pussy spread apart in unashamed invitation, opening eagerly to receive his rock-hard penis, hungrily nibbling with ravenous desire at the long gleaming shaft as it nestled snugly between the supple curves of her ivory thighs.
Emory eased himself down on the foam-rubber mattress, lowering his body behind hers as they both lay nakedly nestled together on their right sides, easing down over the firm ripe globes of her buttocks, bulging like twin snow-white melons in stark contrast to her brown tan, still pert and taut as a teenager's below the smooth unblemished curve of her beautiful back. His painfully aching penis was now perfectly positioned; the throbbing head, distended and blood-colored with lust, was rubbing lasciviously along the hair-lined furrow of her vaginal slit from the backside, spreading the soft warm flanges of her cunt as he rocked it back and forth along the narrow crevice and felt her eagerly puckering pussy-lips trying to suck his masculine hardness deep into her tortured belly.
With slow, gentle movements of his hips, he rubbed his cock's distended knob over her clitoris, watching as she jerked spasmodically at the electrical touch, an erotic quiver racing along up her spine. For minutes, he squirmed the lust-swollen head of his penis along the moistly warm slit of her pussy, fanning the growing flames of desire and passion that burned inside her. The bulbous head of his cock spread apart the wetly ragged lips of her Vagina as he eased the throbbing knob a little further between them, moistening the mammoth head of his organ in her now-abundant juices.
"Now, honey?" he whispered needlessly.
Gloria's reply was weak and hoarse, "Yes, oh yes, darling."
Emory cocked his naked hips like the bolt of a rifle and snapped them forward with a deep, thrusting lunge that sank the entire hotly throbbing length of his cock into the desire-moistened tunnel of her love-starved cunt. Gloria's mouth opened wide and a loud soulful moan escaped from somewhere deep in her throat.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... yes, honey, yes!" She shuddered ecstatically from the tips of her toes as his bone-hard cock began fucking rapidly in and out of her hungrily clasping velvet sheath, pulling the delicate pink vagina lips back on each withdrawal stroke. She could feel his long hard penis slip wetly from her grip, escape her ravenous pussy-lips as they hungrily gulped to keep every delicious inch of him deep inside her hot little crevice ... could feel his lust-thickened manhood bore deeply into her belly again, poking and prodding her innermost treasures with pounding thrusts that seemed deeper and deeper with every pistoning lunge.
Her eyes were still tightly closed, and before them raced a whirling, dizzying kaleidoscope of blues and reds and purples as his frantic strokes pumped in and out of her moistly clasping cunt. Each long deep thrust seemed to push all the way up into her belly, and she could feel the electrifying waves of ecstasy that were welling up from her loins in ever-growing waves, sweeping fantastically over her whole body. Her nipples were hard and aching with overwhelming passion, and they throbbed steadily as his delicious ravishment continued, his stiffened cock now fully lubricated with the gushing flow of her love-juices as it slithered easily with a lewd sucking sound in and out of her hotly pulsating vagina, yanking out the delicate ridges of pink flesh, then ramming them back inside the warm wet furrow with a vicious punishing thrust.
A warm sticky stream of viscous liquid pushed its way along the hard shaft of his penis as it slammed again and again into her sex-famished orifice.
The colors grew more and more intense, brighter and faster than she could remember, and she could feel the warm, glowing flame in her belly growing hotter and hotter with his every deep, skewering stroke into her moistly clasping vagina from behind.
She tried desperately to stifle the ecstatic moans that were fighting to escape her parched lips, but it was futile to try. The kids would just have to hear, the raging inferno of her pent-up desires was more than she could bear!
"Oh my God! It's so good, so good! Don't stop, lover, don't ever stop! Fuck me hard, hard!" she screamed, shivering involuntarily as his wonderfully painful thrusts grew even faster, pounding wildly again and again into her very womb. "Oh, yes! Yes!"
But Emory's steadfastly contained climax was too near ... his eyes feasted on the splendid spectacle of his nakedly voluptuous wife writhing helplessly from his masculine performance, her tantalizing buttocks-cheeks clenched tightly as she excitedly ground back onto the impaling shaft of his thick cock, her firm ivory thighs spread wide apart to accommodate his sex, her legs opening and closing rhythmically in time with the guttural, animal cries that choked from her lips ...
"Oh fuck, here it comes! Here it comes!" he shouted, burrowing his long cock to the hairy hilt in her warm wet tunnel, slamming his sweat-soaked pelvis tightly against her ass as he pulled her hard back against him, his hands gripping her hips as he rammed her onto the long skewering length of his cock like so much raw meat. And suddenly ... it was over. His balk exploded in a rapid-firm machine gun burst of seething hot liquid that filled her belly and oozed back along the narrow, hairless crevice of her buttocks and onto the mattress beneath her. It seemed to Emory that an endless river of life-giving sperm flowed unceasingly from his shuddering, teeth-jarring orgasm, pumping far up into his wife's insides in a torrent of sticky hot liquid.
Gloria's whole body suddenly snapped as if jerked by some unseen force as the horrifying awareness of what had happened suddenly registered on her tormented brain. No, no ... it couldn't be happening!
"Oh, Emory, darling, please, don't stop! Please, a little more!" she pleaded, tears flooding her eyes as she kept her face away from his. "I'm almost there ... almost cumming ... " Her voice trailed softly away; she could feel his emptied cock inside her, softening until, finally, it slipped with an obscene sucking sound from her still-hungry passage. "Please, Emory ... just a few minutes more ... "
But Emory was already out of bed and into the tiny cubicle W.C., leaving her alone again on the covers, alone as before, her sensually naked torso trembling with the torment of her unsatiated desires, her long legs scissoring open and closed in a steady anguished rhythm as she fought futilely to fight off the gnawing pains of unfulfilled passion.
She tried to pretend it wasn't this way at all, that everything was as it used to be, back when their sex life had been magnificent. Back when she had to beg her sex-hungry husband-lover to leave her alone so she could get some sleep. But it was no use ... she knew it would never be like that again. Something was wrong, terribly wrong with their marriage. Maybe it was just the pressures of his work, like she tried to tell herself time and time again. Or maybe it was something else ... maybe it was even her!
But whatever the problem, she knew there could only be one answer - only the delicious thickness of a man's enduring cock could end her anguish, quell these perpetual flames of unrequited desire that blazed in her tortured belly.
And if Emory couldn't help her ...
Oh God, how she hated to even think of that solution!
CHAPTER TWO
Janice Danfield curled all five-feet-four inches of her pert sixteen-year-old little body tightly together inside her oversized sleeping bag, shivering in the sudden chill of tropical night, though it was not a degree less than sixty on the quiet darkened Caribbean beach. Danny was a couple of feet away, further from the dying coals of the fire than she, for he had insisted that she, being a girl, should have the best - and warmest - spot. She had been trying very hard to fall asleep for over an hour now, but it was hopeless - there was something on her mind that kept her awake, and try as she might to shut her thoughts to it, those painful memories kept creeping back into her consciousness.
It was only last week, just before she and the family left New York in their car for the long drive down the Atlantic coast to Florida, where her father rented the boat. If only she had listened to her parents, heeded them when they told her to stay at home that night and rest up for the trip, maybe none of it would have happened, she told herself. But she knew that was a lie - with Chris Norwood, it was bound to happen sooner or later; every girl in school knew his reputation as a ladies' man. Only, why, why, did it have to happen to her?
She and Bobby Jansen had been dating since junior high, not really "going steady", but fast getting there. Both she and Bobby had dated other people; that was why she couldn't understand why he got so mad when he saw her with Chris at the local teen hang-out, Ernie's Drive in. Chris wasn't anything to her, at least not before that night. He was just another boy, even though he was captain of the basketball team and one of the top track stars in the district. Maybe a lot of girls were falling over themselves trying to get a date with him, but not her. In fact, until he asked her after math class when she was going to her locker for new books, she had never really thought of going out with him at all. That was what made the whole awful mess so ironic - and so tragic.
Bobby and she had never had any sort of agreement not to go out with other people; in fact, once or twice they had even double-dated together, both with other dates. Yet, when she and Chris had arrived at Ernie's that night and pulled into the only empty parking slot - right next to Bobby and three of his friends, you would have thought they were married or something. She hadn't even noticed Bobby at first because they weren't in his car, but all of a sudden, the door came open, and Jan turned just in time to see a blur of flying fists as Bobby tried to slug her date, and drag him from the car.
It was a good thing, at least, that the drive-in kept an off-duty patrolman on the premises on the weekends, for Bobby Jansen, even in his anger, was no match for the athletic Chris. She could only remember screaming as loud as she could, and then it was all sort of hazy until the patrol car arrived and the officers hauled Bobby into the station. They had questioned Chris first, since there was hardly a scratch on him and Bobby was barely recognizable under the blood from the cut over his eye, but even Bobby's friends admitted readily that it wasn't Chris' fault. Bobby had been drinking heavily all evening, and she found out later after the police had left, popping pep pills like M&M's.
And that was what got her into the mess - ironically enough, absolutely nothing had happened for Bobby to be jealous about. They had come straight to the drive-in from her house, and Chris hadn't so much as held her hand. At least not then.
She'd been upset enough, she remembered, to agree to go with Chris over to his friend's apartment. "Just for a drink to help you calm down", she recalled him saying. Janice didn't drink, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Anything to get away from the gawking onlookers and the cops and the flashing lights. But it had been one heck of a mistake, she soon found out, for once behind closed doors at apartment 408, Ravenswood Arms, the Chris Norwood she'd heard so much about began to surface, all six-feet-two inches of him.
Like a fool, she'd accepted that drink he offered her, falling into his trap like some stupid bug flying into a spider's web. Yes, of course, she knew it was stupid, that she wasn't used to hard liquor and that, being tired and strung-out from the excitement of Bobby's drunken attack and the ensuing scuffle, the liquor would hit her all that much harder. She knew all that now, but Friday night she must have taken leave of her senses. At least for the time it took to force down that awful-tasting mixture of Coke and whatever it was that Chris mixed with it. And that was long enough ...
* * *
She felt it tingle down her throat, into the pit of her belly, empty as they hadn't eaten yet, and then spread its potent warmth throughout her slender teenager's body. Maybe it was just an after-shock from all the night's excitement, but for some reason she began to shiver uncontrollably right after downing the strong drink, sitting on the leather sofa in Sam Dunaway's apartment. Sam was active in the athletic Booster's Club and let Chris use his place when he was on the road in his sales job.
Chris wasted no time putting his arm around her as she shivered like someone just in from hours of a blizzard, though it was close to sixty out and she was anything but cold.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" he asked, squeezing her tightly to his side as they sat together on the sofa. She looked around the expensive apartment and realized - fully - for the first time that they were alone together. It didn't really bother her then, but had she known what was coming, she'd have leaped from the balcony if necessary to get out of there!
Chris' hand stayed on her shoulder, though she thought of asking him to remove it. It seemed innocent enough, at the time, and after all, he had probably saved her from God-knows-what tonight at that drive-in. Wow, in that condition, Bobby might have done anything!
So when Chris eased his hand down along her upper arm, though she tensed at the sensation, she offered no objection. And that was her second mistake ...
"Janice?"
She turned toward his voice and was suddenly caught unaware by the fury of his hungry lips clamped wetly to her own. She cried out a muffled protest as his other hand locked to her shoulders and with strength a dozen times her own, he held her firmly positioned as his lips devoured her whole mouth, his tongue forcing its way between her clenched teeth and into her throat. Janice struggled wildly, but was helpless in his grip, as he reached up under her blouse in back, first tugging it from her skirt, and deftly unhooked her bra with his fingers. She kicked the air futilely, her hands straining to reach his face, but it was no use.
With her bra unhooked, his hand slid easily up under her blouse in front and in one quick motion, his fingers closed painfully tight around the ripely firm swell of her budding young breast. His touch on that sensitive zone brought new efforts to escape, but his grip only tightened, and his wetly eager lips never left hers for an instant, not even to let her gasp for air.
It pained her even now to remember what happened next, though the memories left behind in her insides a nagging sensation she had never felt before. Chris pushed her back anxiously onto the sofa, unable to contain his schoolboy's fervor for an instant, and as his weight pinned her to the leather surface, his other hand left her shoulder and rammed viciously up between her legs, pushing apart her trim white thighs though she tried hard to hold them closed, and his fingers knotted in the sheer fabric of her white bikini-cut panties. In another moment's time, he had yanked them savagely down her legs, leaving them just below her knees to hold her frantically kicking legs in place. Then, somehow, though the memory of it all even now was hazy and blurred, she found herself pinioned beneath her own legs as Chris doubled them back against her chest, smashing her young pink-nippled breasts under her painfully bent knees.
His lips were away from hers now and she could scream again, "No, no! Please, Chris, don't! I've never done it before, Chris! Please, don't make me!" But his eyes had feasted on the silken treasure of her fleecy pubic mound, golden and soft in the living room's dim light, and his ears were deafened to her cries. She felt, rather than saw, his heatedly throbbing penis suddenly poke hard against her nakedly upturned buttocks as he held her with one hand, still pinned to the leather sofa. "Oh God, no! No!" she screamed again, a sudden burst of energy and will to resist coursing through her half-naked young body.
Her legs were now levered back over her shoulders painfully, and scalding tears of horror and humiliation flooded her eyes as she fully realized what he intended to do to her. She cried openly as the teenage athlete, his massively pulsating cock in one hand, pushed and probed furiously, vainly seeking the tight little hair-lined opening between her pouting, virginal pussy-lips.
"You're not selling me that line, bitch," he growled at the young girl below him. "Nobody's a virgin anymore! You can't fool me with that bullshit!"
"Please, please," she pleaded, "I'm telling you the truth!"
But Chris wasn't having any excuses; he'd wanted to get in her pants since the first time he saw her in gym class, strutting in from the athletic field in those little white shorts, her titties poking deliriously from under her P.E. blouse. And that ass! Jesus, it looked incredible then, but now! Naked beneath him, twin perfectly-formed halves of soft warm flesh rubbing sensuously together as she writhed helplessly under his weight, her legs pushed far back so that the whole tempting expanse of her hot little pussy was upturned up to him like a waiting feast. And it was a feast fit for any king!
He pushed and prodded with the throbbing, hyper-sensitive head of his lust-swollen cock, already excited beyond belief from just looking at her beautiful young cunt, and then ... he found it, the lips parted just enough for him to ease his prick up to the very entrance of her warmly quivering vagina.
"No! No!" she screamed, and with one free hand, successfully made a grab for his menacing organ just an instant before he tried to ram it home. He moaned as her fingers tightened defensively around the heatedly throbbing shaft; and in her frantic passion to escape, her small fist moved down along the lust-hardened penis in a quick pumping movement, pushing the ravishing hunk of masculine flesh away from her virginal cleft. And that was enough ... the feel of her tightly-clenched palm around his ravenously hungry cock was just enough to end it all before it really began.
Before Janice's astonished eyes, the enormously swollen organ she held in her grip began to shudder and jerk ... and suddenly, from the purplish head, a torrent of white, sticky cum exploded onto her thigh, running in little web-like streams down into the crevice of her buttocks and then onto the sofa. She was too amazed and surprised to even let go and finally, when his load was emptied and the hot flesh between her fingers began to soften and became all rubbery, he pulled it away from her grip; the flaccid shaft oozed from her hand as if from a pussy, making a lewd sucking noise as it popped free.
Nothing else happened after that, and Chris hardly spoke as he drove her home. He didn't seem angry really, more hurt and embarrassed than mad.
And though it had been days ago now, she was still not over it. Sure, nothing really had happened, and she was still a virgin, though barely so. But it wasn't that that bothered her - it was something else. A strange new feeling that she had discovered inside her, a kind of gnawing sensation that she had never known before, like something was eating away inside her, yearning to be free ... and it had all started when she had felt that massive flesh - so warm and vital - pulsing like a heart in the palm of her hand ...
* * *
"Hey, Janice, you awake?" She was suddenly jarred from her memories and slammed back into the present. It was Danny, calling from his sleeping bag.
"Yeah, what'ya want?" she replied, using the normal brother-sister tone of indifferent annoyance with practiced aplomb.
"I can't sleep."
"So what do you want me to do about it?"
Danny eased out of his sleeping bag and onto the sand. "I'm going for a walk down the beach. You want to come?"
"What!? It's the middle of the night!" she exclaimed.
"No it's not," he defended. "It's only eleven. And I thought I saw a light down there awhile ago. I'm curious."
"Danny, it's none of your business. Stay here."
"Stay if you like, but I'm going for a hike." And he started off, barefoot, in the jeans and tee-shirt he had been sleeping in.
"Hey, wait for me!"
CHAPTER THREE
Maria kicked the sand beneath her feet, sending a blast of grainy spray against the side of the beached boat. Her long black hair swirled in a luxuriant ebony cascade that coursed down over her shoulders and over her amply developed breasts, barely confined in the khaki of her man's shirt. The fabric pulled apart between the buttons, occasioning a glimpse of the fully ripe melons of soft flesh jiggling, braless, inside her garments.
She hated this place, being here on this God-forsaken little nothing of an island, alone with these dogs that Miguel Carveas would never have allowed to serve him or even to clean his boots! She cursed these men, cursed Miguel for ordering her to go ahead with the mission without him, leaving him behind in the little military prison at Los Pinos. It should have all been called off, she knew it. But Miguel, in his characteristic stubbornness, had refused to listen. How could he be so pig-headed!
But that was always Miguel's way. It was his stubborn insistence on continued terrorism and infiltration missions that led to his well-publicized break with the Castro government. Miguel had argued fervently - too fervently, perhaps - that his course of action was the only one to preserve socialism in Cuba, and that anything else was nothing but bone-headed foolishness. Hah, he should talk of bone-headedness!
It was rumored that Castro himself gave the order to relieve him of his position in the Defense Ministry, but Miguel was not one to give in and surrender so easily. He took his public disgrace nobly enough, at least on the outside, but all the while he was organizing the C.A.I., Commandoes against Imperialism, far-rightists like himself who desired a policy of continued hostility against the U.S.
Maria had never possessed the mandatory revolutionary zeal Miguel wanted of her, but had obediently followed her lover's orders as one of his Commandoes, first in practice missions, then in training sessions designed to implement them for this ultimate task - the infiltration and destruction of the anti-Castro movement in the southern Florida Cuban refugee colony.
Only for Miguel, it hadn't gone so smoothly. Somehow, despite his seemingly impenetrable security, a leak had developed, and the Cuban police took him into custody just hours before he was to join Maria and the three men at their coastal rendezvous point. She had been for immediate cancellation of the whole affair when word reached them of his capture, but Miguel, in his classic devotion to the cause of anti-imperialism, had sent a message through a friendly guard at the prison that everything was to proceed as planned, including Maria's essential role as head of communications for the operation. She had known better than to protest - a prime condition of the C.A.I, membership was adherence to a code of devotion that included death for those who disobeyed any order. And she knew Miguel, despite their love, would make no exceptions, not even for her.
That was the kind of fanatic he had always been, at least since they met at the Reform University where she was a student and Miguel was a part-time instructor. To him, the issue of socialism versus capitalism was black-and-white, with no grey areas of agreement. It was simple to him - those who believed in the virtues of a capitalistic society were imperialist swine, and those who followed the dictates of socialism were enlightened revolutionaries. But to Maria, as well as to countless others at the university, the definition had never been so acute. She, as well as many others, questioned the success of socialism in practice, such as the notable failure of some Latin American countries to manage properly the U.S. owned companies they nationalized, even with all the nation's resources and know-how thrown into the struggle. Often she argued into the early hours of the morning, between their love-making sessions, that perhaps capitalism was no better or worse than socialism, that maybe it was, in each case, a question of the leadership that determined the ultimate good or evil of any governmental system. But Miguel could never see it her way, and though she stuck by him through all his seemingly endless involvements with the Castro government, both good and bad, she knew it was out of love and not from devotion to the cause of socialism as he saw it.
She would never have agreed to this whole mission if he had not persuaded her, arguing that the plan needed a woman to assure any degree of reliability, as only a woman could handle the job their Miami operative had arranged with the Cuban refugee organization there, a secretarial job with one of the organization's leaders as boss.
That all seemed okay when Miguel was going along, when she knew that once in the United States they would still be together, living there as man and wife on forged Mexican passports Miguel had secured.
But now ... now she cursed the saints for her fate. Alone with these drunken pigs, these three dogs who called themselves revolutionaries, look at them! Wrapped around their wine bottled like the drunkards from the gutters of Havana that they are!
Rafael, the newly-designated leader of the mission, had been nothing more than a garage man's assistant before the revolution, barely literate. And even now she doubted that he could do much more than write his name on a piece of paper. And she was to take orders from this! And big Juan, the one Miguel admittedly brought into the organization for his brute strength, what of that idiot!? Rafael was an intellectual giant beside that stupid oaf!
But worst of all, was Antonio. His whole assigned task in this mission of infiltration was to operate the boat and secure the automobiles they had previously arranged for in South Miami. All of the key roles, all of the data-gathering, was to be handled by herself and Miguel. These others were just along for the ride. And now she was alone on this empty little speck of coral with them, and all the while, Miguel lay alone in a military prison cell, maybe on his way to the firing squad for his disobedience. Oh God, why couldn't it have been me that was caught? Why Miguel, why? Maria lay quietly on her flannel blanket, out of the night chill in the lee of their small boat. On the other side, she could hear the men still drinking and shouting among themselves. She tried to tell herself it was all right, that the mission would succeed anyway, even without Miguel to lead them. Somewhere she had read that even brave soldiers sometimes get roaring drunk before facing a battle. But it was no use ... these were no hardened, loyal troops letting off steam before a fight. These were animals, just gutter-rats better left in the alleys of Cuba where they had been before Miguel raised them up.
There was only one consolation, such as it was - tomorrow they would be on their way into the United States, complete with the new boat that awaited them shortly after they cast off at dawn, an American-registered sports craft with untraceable numbers on her bow. At least then, despite the dangers of her assigned role, she would be free of these swine.
She pulled half of the blanket over her body, chilled now as the sand lost its heat. She loosened the buttons of her shirt to allow sleep to ease her worries and fears. Her large, softly fleshed breasts fell free now as she lay on her side, and she decided to remove her American-made jeans as long as she was covered by the blanket.
In another few moments, she lay beneath the thick blanket in only her panties and unbuttoned shirt, comfortable now at least, as her thoughts finally left her head and sleep began to ease up on her.
Suddenly, there was a cold gush of air over her near-nakedness, followed by a chorus of drunken, vicious laughter. She looked up ...
"No! Get away from me, all of you, get away!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The sound of Maria's screams cut through the tropical night darkness like a slashing sword, stopping the two Danfield teenagers dead in their tracks as if they had collided with some unseen obstacle in the darkness. Janice stifled a yell herself, too frightened to think what might be happening just yards from where they stood, unnoticed, on the sandy beach. Danny held one finger upraised to his lips and grabbed her shoulder reassuringly.
"C'mon, let's see what that was," he whispered, walking stealthily now, on tip-toes, toward the source of that blood-curdling cry beyond the thicket of scrub foliage that filtered the campfire's light like a window screen.
"Danny, are you crazy!?" she whispered as loudly as she dared, "Let's get out of here!"
"We can't, Sis," he answered, suddenly seeming much older than his seventeen years, "Somebody might be in trouble. What if they're drowning or something? You want that on your conscience?"
Janice couldn't argue; her brother seemed much older and wiser than herself, though he was hardly more than a year older. But he was right - somebody might need their help, and she wouldn't want to go through life knowing she'd let another human being die or suffer when she could have helped.
Danny led the way, but Janice was close behind; so close, in fact, that she kept bumping into him in the darkness as he slowly felt his way through the sparsely-scattered sea island vegetation toward the orange-yellow glow of a campfire. They heard voices, male voices. Arguing, more sounds, then peals of drunken laughter that were horrifying in their vile contemptuousness.
There was one last small sandy rise, capped with a natural hedge of thick underbrush. Danny dropped quietly to his knees in the sandy soil and motioned for his younger sister to follow. Parting the bushes silently, they both stared at the strangers that were somehow there on the beach in the night. Strangers that weren't supposed to be here. A lewd scene was being enacted before their terrified eyes that couldn't be happening ... but it was!
* * *
"Bastards! All of you! Bastards!" Maria screamed again and again, more angry now than afraid. She knew what these drunken dogs wanted from her, and she knew there was really no hope of resisting them, but she was determined not to break. More than anything else, she wanted to spit in their faces when they'd finished with her, to laugh at their feeble animal-like displays of their shallow manhood. "Miguel will kill you! He will kill you like the filthy swine that you are!" she cried as Juan held her with one huge strong arm, pinning both of hers behind her back. Her enormous honey-colored breasts swung nakedly free in the flickering light of the fire as she squirmed and struggled fiercely to escape his powerful clutches, but the huge muscular Cuban held her like a small child, dwarfing her tiny frame before his immense bulky body.
"Get her shirt off, Juan," shouted Rafael drunkenly, reclining a few feet away on the sand, grinning wetly as he splashed another swallow of the red wine into his mouth from the black goatskin he held over his head. Antonio was kneeling beside him, a forbidding, leering smirk on his dumb, beast-like countenance. "Let's see those magnificent tits that our brave leaders keeps all to himself!"
The big, thick-armed Latin held her easily with one arm as he yanked her army-style shirt from her arms and threw it to the sand at their feet.
"No, leave me alone, you pig!" she spat at him, but her furious cries only brought a new wave of drunken laughter from the three men gathered around her in the glow of the fire.
Danny and Janice were a few yards away, safely concealed in the thickness of the island underbrush, their mouths open in dumb-struck amazement and horrified disbelief at what they had somehow stumbled upon on this supposedly deserted little island. Danny's eyes widened as the dark-skinned girl's shirt was suddenly ripped from her body and her huge, ripely dangling breasts swung free in the night chill, her nipples hard and crinkly from the unexpected exposure. God, they were so big! He'd seen a few tits in his life, even held a couple in the back seat of his Dad's car when he was home from boarding school, but they were nothing like these! Oh wow, they were like the ones on the women in those books some of the guys had sneaked into school from the dirty-book stores in New York, only these were real! Danny hated himself for feeling this way, for that unmistakable hardening he couldn't suppress up between his legs, but there was no denying it - he knew it was wrong, knew that he should feel sorry for this poor girl, but there was another feeling much more powerful blocking the way. He was seeing this incredibly beautiful young Latin woman being stripped naked right before his eyes, and whether it was right or wrong, he couldn't help the feelings inside him ... because they were going to fuck her and he was going to watch.
Janice held her brother's arm tightly, her fingers biting into his muscle as her grip tensed in her fear and apprehension. She wanted to do something, anything! Scream, run for help, race in there and help this girl who wasn't much older than herself before it was too late. Before these monsters ... oh, God, it was too horrible to even think about!
* * *
As the hapless Maria kicked and fought furiously to free herself from the big dark-skinned man's powerful clutches, Antonio moved closer, his dumb, drooling face aglow with the forbidden excitement of seeing this beautiful girl stripped naked like a common gutter-tramp from the streets of old Havana. Without a word of warning, his hand suddenly lashed out and gripped the elastic waistband of Maria's sheer nylon panties, a gift from Miguel just days before this mission, and ripped them in one yank from her hips.
"You pig! You stinking pig, Goddamn you! Goddamn all of you!" she cursed with renewed fury, but the Cubans only laughed at her harmless scorn, her words no more than puffs of smoke on the tropical breeze to them. For she was helpless now without Miguel to protect her, and they had watched her delicious curves, dreamed of the magnificent olive-skinned beauty of her ripe young nakedness too long to be stopped now.
"What's wrong, Maria baby? That cunt of yours too good for the likes of us?" taunted Rafael, still lying like a debauched emperor, as his two henchmen finished the task of stripping everything from her now-nude body. She was magnificent in the soft orange glow of the campfire, her breasts so big and soaring, standing so wondrously on their own, her warm pink nipples tremblingly erect in the night air. From the trimness of her waist, her hips curved gracefully to meet the firmly jutting cheeks of her delectable ass; and as she squirmed and tossed futilely from side to side, her long black hair, fully loosed in the struggle, brushed the top fleshy swell of her naked buttocks ... revealing, then hiding the succulent sight.
From the vantage point he shared with his younger sister, Danny had to cover his mouth to suppress a gasp as he caught his first full look at this incredibly beautiful girl, naked now and held like a helpless but spirited slave girl between the two men. His heart nearly stopped as he saw Juan's hand suddenly ram up between the dark-haired girl's slightly parted supple thighs, his fingers disappearing just beneath the tiny vee-shaped mound below her smooth flat belly.
"Aaaaaawwwwwwww!" she choked, "You're hurting me!"
"Jesus, what a pussy she's got!" shouted the hulking Cuban, and Rafael and Antonio bellowed their amused reply.
"Ees it nice and tight, Juan?" cried Rafael, his voice a perfect copy of the stereotyped Hollywood Spanish. "Maybe we loosen it up a little, no?" And he convulsed in laughter at his own humor.
"Bastards! You're all traitors to everything Miguel and the C.A.I, stand for!" shouted Maria, both her arms pinned at her sides now, as Juan's thick fingers pawed her body like it was fresh fruit at a vendor's. His very touch revolted her, but she was determined not to give in to these animals.
"Rafael, why don't we let her have a little of the ... you know, the goods?" Juan nodded toward the beached boat and Maria looked cautiously in that same direction, her ears having perked at these odd words from one of her captors. Goods? There is supposed to be nothing on the boat but our emergency supplies ... everything is taken care of in the United States by our operatives there. What goods could he mean?
"Sure, why not? It will make her more fun, anyway. I'd like to see this little bitch beg for it before I fuck her."
Maria spat at him but he was too far away. "Beg from you? I would die first! Pig!" But from the corner of her eye, she watched curiously as Antonio disappeared over the side of the boat, then returned a few moments later with a small packet of something in his hand.
Rafael jumped to his feet and fished a small object from the sand near the fire. "It's part of an American beer can ... I think it is called a popping-top. It will be perfect for the task, no?"
Maria watched intently, as much fascinated as afraid, as Rafael took the tiny, flat metallic object carefully between his thumb and forefinger and scooped a small rounded heap of crystal-white powder from the waxed-paper packet Antonio held preciously with both his chubby palms.
"Like this, Maria my love," he sneered, and held the tiny spatula of powder to his left nostril, breathed it in quickly and held his head back, eyes closed, for a long pause. When he opened his eyes again, a glazed dullness had already opaqued them, and he seemed strangely intoxicated, though not like before. Maria was suddenly more frightened. Before, he had been a drunk, just another of Cuba's wine-drinking scum ... but now, this was something else again. And that look in his eyes!
"Now it's your turn, woman," he said slowly. But his words were clipped and full of menace, as if her very life depended on her immediate obedience. "Get the lady a little coke, Antonio. Shell take it ... or I'll break her pretty little neck and then fuck her." And Maria didn't doubt now for an instant that he meant every word of his ugly threat.
"Wh-What is it?" she asked quietly, not struggling now, but still held tightly in Juan's firm strong arms. "Where did it come from?"
Rafael laughed heartily, momentarily cutting the vicious chill, but just as quickly as he started, he stopped again, and that frightening gleam in his eyes returned instantly. "Coke, my little peach ... cocaine. And there's lots more of it in the boat. Kilos and kilos of the lovely white crystals, enough to make us all very rich."
"Cocaine? Rich? What is all this talk? You know the rules about smuggling or scheming for personal gain. It is all strictly forbidden for all C.A.I. members; to break the rules means death, you surely know that." Maria had momentarily forgotten her plight, and in the darkness of middle night, she stood, naked, on a desolate Caribbean beach and argued for the cause as if nothing were amiss. Suddenly the reality of the moment returned to her, and with it, a terror more vivid, more frightening than before. It was as if her moment of dedicated flag-waving had weakened the flawed point in her determined stand against these men, and now she suddenly was very alone and helpless. The dawning awareness of her plight had hit home, and she was afraid. She was totally at their will, and she was fast realizing that she didn't know these men at all. They weren't the revolutionaries she had trained with; no, these were hardened men, but not hardened to the cause. And now they were her masters ...
"Take a good sniff of the crystals, Maria," calmly ordered Rafael, "Breathe them back into your brain, and you will thank me for it."
"Now do it!" Maria did as she was told, sniffing in a tiny heap of the powdery substance like it was a pinch of snuff. She thought she would sneeze, but Juan held a finger to her nostrils. And slowly the potent alkaloid began to take effect. She felt giddy, lightheaded, but less afraid suddenly, though fully aware of her plight. It had not numbed her senses, but rather, had altered them, knocked them askew in some strange sort of way. Rafael was talking, but she failed to hear his words until he was well into his sentence.
" ... unload the coke in the States. He's quite a very big man with the Cuban refugee community in Miami, and he has offered us quite a good price. A lot more than we could get anywhere else in Latin America."
"I won't help you, Rafael," said Maria without emotion. "I will do nothing to help with this filthy work. That part of the work you will have to do yourselves, and I will not stand in your defense when Miguel hears of this."
"Miguel! Do you hear that, men?! She threatens me with the vengeance of a dead man!"
The words cut into her confused brain like the edge of a cane-cutter's machete. "What do you mean? Miguel is not dead! He is in the military prison, but he will be released. It has happened before."
Rafael held another spatula of the grainy white powder to his nostril and snorted it into his sinuses, then, "He is dead, Maria. Or as good as dead. He learned of our little business deal before we left Cuba, and he was like a madman. He wouldn't listen to reason. We planned to do both our tasks - his and the one for our friend in Miami. But you know that rabid mind of his when he is determined. He threatened to have us all shot in our beds for treachery ... " He paused as the cocaine took violent effect, jarring every cell in his brain into new awareness. " ... so we had him arrested. Tomorrow, when they search a certain place that is supposed to belong to him, they will find a packet of this. Enough to put him before a firing squad for breaking Dr. Castro's drug laws."
Maria stood mute, tears streaming down her cheeks, until her voice would work again. "Murderers! You're all murderers! I'll kill you for this, for what you've done to Miguel!" she screamed violently.
Rafael's face suddenly contorted with blind rage and he slapped her viciously across the face. "Get her ready, Juan," he growled. "I think Maria needs a lesson in respect for men."
Holding her around the breasts painfully so that her nipples were smashed against his forearm, Juan's rummaging hands coursed down between her legs and over her fearfully trembling thighs and buttocks. With his own leg, he forced her smoothly trim thighs apart and shoved his hand coarsely up between them, her loins now completely open to his hungry search.
Reaching around the naked young brunette's hips, Juan worked at her warmly moist vagina slowly and expertly, his fingers probing deeply into her hidden treasures as his forearm seemed to disappear between her widespread thighs. She gasped at his searing, painful entry and then bit down hard on her lower lip to hide her anguish as he wormed his fingers around inside her, impaling her on them as he held her voluptuous olive-skinned body tight against his. She could not escape, and the rapidly growing hardness of the Cuban's huge cock, swelling inside his pants, foretold what was in store for her.
"It's getting wet, Rafael!" the big man laughed, and at his words, Antonio, standing quietly at her side, suddenly leaned forward and swallowed one of her erect little nipples between his warmly voracious lips. "Hey, look at lover boy!" shouted Juan, and the two men laughed heartily at her humiliation as the ugly toad of a man ravenously devoured her breast with his mouth and tongue, his hands rubbing coarsely over her naked sides as he panted and moaned into her breast.
"Is she ready for us, Juan?" inquired Rafael, fumbling with his small packet of cocaine.
"Almost, my friend! She's wet like a bitch in heat now ... Jesus, what a pussy she has! No wonder Miguel wanted her all to himself."
* * *
Danny felt his sister's hand on his arm, her fingers tight around his bicep. He wanted to run, to do something, anything ... but he couldn't. Both of them, two innocent teenagers, were mesmerized by this incredibly lewd spectacle, more wicked and perverted than anything either of them could have dreamed. It was unreal! It was as if they were spectators at some weird, crazy sex-show imported from Denmark ... as if these people were actors just playing their roles. It couldn't be real! Didn't they just stumble on this strange erotic tableau out here on this deserted island? How could these people be really people? God, it was unbelievable! But it held them with the power of Satan himself.
* * *
Juan suddenly withdrew his fingers from Maria's widely stretched vagina and released his painful grip on her, pushing Antonio aside for the moment.
"Get her on her knees, Juan, like the cock-hungry bitch she is!" Rafael ordered. Juan pushed her bodily onto the sand, shoving her shoulders down until she knelt obediently at his feet. She huddled there quietly, just gasps of shame and humiliation coming now from her quivering lips. She fought to hold back the sobbing tears, and her nakedly tight buttocks shivered from the pent-up emotion inside her tortured belly. God, how she hated these bastards and everything they stood for! They could fuck her, but she'd never give in, she'd never give these animals the satisfaction of seeing her excited from their filthy cocks, never!
* * *
Janice's confused, unbelieving eyes were on Rafael as the leader suddenly began to disrobe; she watched, incredulously, as he quickly stripped off his pants and shirt, shoes and socks, and then his shorts. She had to cover her mouth to stifle a cry as she caught her first glimpse of his fully-erect cock, jutting mightily out from his brushy pelvis like the bowsprit on a boat. God, it was so huge! How could any woman take that inside her!
* * *
Rafael knelt between the kneeling girl's ankles and paused a moment, his monstrous cock, long and gleaming in the firelight, stood with thin blue lines of veins pulsing along its awesome length. He leaned over and grabbed the quivering young girl's ankles and roughly yanked them apart, pulling her fleshy buttocks-cheeks open so that the narrow, hair-lined slit of her vagina was visible to all the men, and to Danny and Janice in their hiding place just beyond them. He eased forward, and the huge blood-filled head of his penis just slightly brushed the tightly-puckered ring of her anus.
That first searing contact caused a shattering lightning-bolt of terror to shoot through Maria's body as she knelt before his threatening cock.
"Oh, no, please!" she screamed, her vow to herself forgotten, "Not there! Not that way, please! In the name of God, I beg you, don't do it there. I can't take it!"
She tried to jerk away, but Juan was quick to grab her again.
"Hold her tight, amigo!" Rafael yelled to the strong Cuban who pushed down on her shoulders and the small of her narrow back with his powerful hands. Maria struggled for a moment and then lay still, her naked body snaking from the violently helpless pleadings rumbling unheard from her throat.
Rafael leered down at the cowering girl, remembering all the times he had watched these very curves and swells as they squirmed around seductively inside her tight-fitting clothes when they had all been in training together. And now she was his! The most beautiful girl in all of Cuba, and in just a few seconds she'd be just another slut writhing on the end of his long merciless cock!
He slowly drew aside the soft cheeky mounds of her buttocks, and she groaned pitifully and tried to squeeze them together again, but he dug his fingers hard into her tender young flesh and she finally relaxed and allowed him to open her from behind as he wished.
The two youngsters could hear him suck in his breath as the fearfully puckering little anal ring came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it with his outstretched middle finger. Maria jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into the tight rubbery opening and pressed her pelvis down into the coarse sand, her buttocks tensing tight together to try to escape the thickly impaling finger being thrust into her ass. Resistance was useless and he thrust forward again, sinking it up to the first knuckle in the warm velvety passage of her rectum.
"Aaaawww, please,'" she gasped piteously, unable now to muster the strength to resist, mentally or physically, this vicious assault on her as she clenched her buttocks muscles together as tight as she could, trapping his hand between the firmly flexed cheeks.
'Open your ass up, woman!" he ordered brutally, pushing down with all his strength and popping his finger through the desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and in piteous submission finally relaxed, her backside limp and vulnerable, his to use as he desired.
As he scoured mercilessly into her abused anus with his extended finger, widening it and preparing it for the greater entry to come, his other hand was stroking and preparing his thick veined cock for the final and ultimate humiliation of Miguel's helpless young girlfriend spreadeagled on her frightened belly beneath him. He pulled the heavy foreskin back, exposing the huge redly glistening head. It was monstrous, and he aimed it directly at the tiny puckered hole now stretched wide from the rummaging of his stiffened middle finger.
He opened her buttocks wide again with his thumbs biting into the gentle flesh of her ass, withdrawing his finger and bending his head forward just enough to spit a load of warm saliva onto the thick turgid shaft of his anxiously waiting cock to lubricate and moisten his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his powerful body into her back, the thick full length of his penis throbbing in the crevice between her wildly trembling buttocks, the lust-swollen tip resting against the tiny anal orifice now painfully stretched from his brutal probings. He pushed his hands under her loins again and stretched the soft tender half-moons apart. Levering himself up, he pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, hunched over her now like a mongrel dog over a bitch in heat, directing his rock-hard cock straight into the tightly clenched opening of her nakedly unguarded rectum.
Janice and Danny held their breath as they crouched in the cover of the thicket for what seemed an eternity as they waited for the inevitable, unable to look away, held as if in a trance by the salacious play being acted out before their very eyes. Janice looked in awe at the incredible, huge length of the man's cock ... Oh God, no, he can't be planning to put it in there! No girl could do such a thing!
As they watched, they saw the tiny stretched anus forced open and finally clasping the tip of Rafael's cock like a rubber glove. He grinned above her evilly and thrust his hips hard down, sinking his prick halfway to the hilt. Maria cried out in pain, but her pitiful plea was quickly and brutally silenced as the powerful Juan slammed her face into the sand. Her legs flailed on either side of him as she sought hopelessly to escape this cruel and humiliating impalement.
Her voluptuous young buttocks frantically jerked and twisted beneath him, trying to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only made matters worse, for with each buck of her nakedly writhing body his long hard cock skewered another deep and painful inch into her ravaged back passage until, finally, he was all the way in her.
"Uuuuuhhhh," she gasped as the last of her strength left her and Rafael's thick, huge organ slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete assault on her backside. It was useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Mother of Jesus, what a tight little asshole!" Rafael hissed through clenched teeth above her. In spite of his overwhelming desire to begin fucking into her ass immediately, he reached down, grasping her firm rounded hips in his hands and pulled her to his loins, painfully bending her body almost double. He tightly ground his teeth together and took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing a groan of pain and humiliation from her tortured lips each time he thrust forward. Juan, still holding her, though she had ceased to fight back, was going out of his mind with maddening desire for her voluptuous body. He ran his hands wildly over her ripely dangling breasts and back, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh until he could stand it no longer. Antonio stood by dumbly, a mute slavering grin on his face as he openly and unashamedly rubbed the long rubbery knob of his prick still inside his pants.
"Turn her over, Rafael," said Juan, "Let's both have some of this hot-blooded cunt, no?"
Without answering, Rafael seemed to think about his friend's suggestion for a moment, then, locking his hands tightly to Maria's hips, he rolled to the side and then over, pulling her onto him. His huge throbbing cock was still imbedded deep inside her anus as she lay full length on her back tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his, and a low pleading mewl escaped her wet tortured lips.
Juan lost no time at all, and he fairly leaped between her widespread legs, straddling Rafael's knees and pushing her thighs even further apart. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and as the two Danfield kids watched in wide-eyed amazement at this unheard of spectacle - guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moistly open cavern of her pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh," she groaned as its hot length slithered deep inside her belly, joining the other man's cock already buried there in her rectum. She lay moaning and twitching and sobbing from the pain and the awful shame, sandwiched between the two of them, impaled between their cocks like an insignificant insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and cunt separating the two viciously skewering staffs of hard flesh.
Juan was too overheated to delay; maddened with desire from watching Rafael's cruel rape of her asshole, he began to fuck into her moistly heated pussy while Rafael beneath began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the velvety depths of her rectum. A chorus of grunts and moans accompanied them as Antonio, his cock now out of his pants and in his palm, pumped up and down on the short thick knob like it was the handle of a water pump.
In a moment, the two men had merged into a natural rhythm, buffeting the nakedly groaning girl between them like she was nothing but a pillow of soft foam rubber. She was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her but interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and harder force. Rafael amused himself all the while, toying with her breasts, tweaking the sensitive nipples on the large, softly resilient mounds between his fingers as he pumped his cock up into her bowels from beneath.
* * *
Janice was stunned ... she hated these men ... hated them, whoever they were, for the wicked, awful things they were doing to this poor girl, who was not a lot older than herself. God, she thought, what if it was me out there! What would I do? How could I ever stand it?
But she couldn't escape the gnawing realization that there was an emotion other than hate and disgust tearing at her insides ... it wasn't hate that was causing that warm sticky dampness between her legs! Oh, how she hated herself for it, but it was true! She was aroused and excited by this terrible attack ... she couldn't help herself, she was!
Janice and her older brother could see the men's moistly gleaming long cocks, wet along their full lengths from the girl's vaginal juices, fucking savagely into her from both sides. They could see the ragged pink flanges of her pussy drawing back with Juan's long hard penis on the out stroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true with Rafael's cock - the tightly clasping opening of her wide-stretched anus pulled outward as the Cuban leader screwed her with the fury of a wild man.
And then it began to happen ... something no one had really expected, and more than the three men on the beach would have dreamed of.
As Janice and Danny watched intently from the bushes, they suddenly heard the girl's low whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at first, and then to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading ... she was starting to enjoy it! She was actually turned on!
It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the very helplessness of her position or from the lewdly exciting thought of being fucked half to death by two men at once. But whatever it was Maria had started to feel it ... and react. Her hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of Rafael's massively hardened flesh cramming it into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole of Juan's plunging cock into her suddenly steaming hot pussy. Her whole body sensually undulated between the two men as her buttocks moved in lewdly abandoned little circles.
"OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh" she chanted on and on in time to their crushing thrusts against her cunt and backside. Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her between them like a puppet, as all three of their coarse groans intermingled in a symphony of mad sexual joy. Antonio, half bent over, furiously stroked his stubby thick penis, his wet tongue hanging between his thick lips as he leaned over the girl's nakedly writhing body while his two friends fucked her like she'd never been fucked before.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she cried, then "Oh, yes ... harder, harder, both of you ... split me open with your big cocks, yes, yes!" Then, without warning, she stiffened her nakedly voluptuous body and screamed, "I'm cumming ... I'm cummmiiiinnnggg!"
The poor helpless girl was out of her mind with desire as she sobbed out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until it seemed it would never stop. The men, sensing their total conquest of her body and mind, both plunged forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly ejaculating cocks deep into her pussy and rectum and pumped their sperm far, far up into her wantonly heaving young belly. They collapsed in a spent and satiated heap and as Juan prepared to roll away from her still nakedly quivering body, Antonio, his stubby prick still in hand, gasped loudly and threw back his head, tossing his long, greasy hair, and emptied his hotly seething load in a rapid-fire burst of sticky sperm that spattered on her big bare breasts in great white puddles of warm semen and dribbled down between the soft tender mounds ...
* * *
Janice began to back away, away from this wicked tableau. It was. as if their orgasms had released the kind of spell that seemed to hold both her and her brother glued to this evil sight.
As she quietly backed into the thicker part of their hiding place, she stepped on a dried-out exposed root of a scrubby pine tree. A loud crack, seemingly as loud as gunfire, rattled through the air.
Rafael leaped in less than an instant for the beached boat and grabbed the portable spotlight. Before either of the teenagers could move, they were silhouetted in the light held by the still naked Cuban, his legs sticky and damp from the fury of their fucking.
They stood very still, paralyzed like jack-lighted deer.
"Don't move, you two! Stay where you are!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, well, hombres, what have we here?" grinned the still-naked Cuban, his bright light directly in young Danny's eyes. "A couple of little spectators, maybe?"
Danny tried to speak, to yell for help though he knew his father was too far away to do any good, but the words just wouldn't come out. His throat seemed to be blocked, and it hurt just to swallow. Janice was close by his side, her arm quivering in terror as her fingers clutched his hand.
"Speak up, my young friend! Tell us ... who are you and what in hell are you doing out here in the bushes in the middle of the night? Are you real? Or are you just something I'm dreaming, just a passing spirit in the night? Speak up, amigo!"
Danny gulped down his fear and tried again. "W ... we're lost, sir," he managed, "We got separated from our folks and wandered over here by accident. But we just got here, honest! And we won't say nothing about you being here ... we'll just go now and leave you alone!"
"Si, si, my friend, I'm certain you would do just that," sneered the tall Cuban agent, "But I am afraid my friends here do not trust you as I do. Right, amigos?"
Juan was getting dressed and Antonio had finally stuffed his thick flaccid cock back into his soiled pants; they both shook with laughter at their leader's little joke. "Maybe you should invite them in, Rafael," suggested Juan, his pants on now as he stepped toward the young American teenagers.
Janice could not bear for her brother to have to carry the load of this, so she started to explain, "P-Please, sir, we didn't mean to intrude - honest," she stammered nervously, her bottom lip twitching involuntarily as she spoke. Her heart nearly leaped from her chest as the husky man approached them. His hand reached out for her arm.
"No, no, leave me alone!" she cried as his hand tightened painfully on her flesh. Danny lunged forward blindly, out of sibling protectiveness, but one swift movement of Juan's strong arm caught the teenager by the shoulder and lifted him bodily as he cried out from both surprise and the sudden pain.
He half-pushed, half-tossed the two of them into the firelit area, close enough to the glowing coals now that he and the others could see the two youngster's faces.
Gringos, obviously," spat Rafael, dressing now next to the boat, "But what are you doing here? Are you alone?"
Danny answered instinctively, his mind running now on that hidden reserve that always surfaces in times like this, "Yes, we're alone!" he answered certainly. Just my sister and I. We were out in our little boat and it got dark so we stopped here. I was afraid to try to make it back at night," he explained assuredly.
"Make it back to where?" asked Rafael. He had pulled a long thin-bladed knife from his pants and was fingering it fondly, like it was a woman. Maria had made a move for her clothes as she sprawled still naked on the beach, silent now that she had reached the deepest bottomless pit of wanton humiliation at the hands of these men she thought were her comrades. She grabbed for her jeans and shirt and hastily covered herself, first brushing off the matted grains of sand that clung to every inch of her sweat-soaked body.
"Uh, to the keys," replied Danny, just remembering that that was the place his father talked about all the time. But he knew he'd have to do better than that, and though he wracked his brain for the name of some place close by enough to be believable, he just couldn't. The thoughts simply wouldn't come.
"And where is your boat?" inquired Rafael now, holding the knife so that the fire gleamed red on its shining blade.
"On the other side of the island. It's pretty far ... but we can make it back all right!" he added hopefully, though his hopes had long since faded that these people would let him and his sister just walk away. They had seen and heard too much - whatever it was these Latin Americans were up to, he and Janice had suddenly become part of their plans.
"Suppose you take us there, okay?" Rafael's request was nothing less than an order, and both the Danfield teenagers knew it was hopeless to try to resist. Or even to attempt an escape - the three men could easily outrun them, and they might even have guns hidden on the boat for all they knew.
"It's a long way, really," tried Danny one last time, "We can find it ourselves, and we'll be out of here before you know it, really!"
"Get moving!" Rafael growled at them through clenched, gold-capped teeth that sparkled in the light of the dying fire. He turned to his companions, "Antonio, stay here and keep an eye on Maria. She might get some silly ideas in her little brain if we don't watch her. Juan and I will be back soon ... Juan, get the carbine from the boat."
Danny gulped, trying to mask his fear. He was right! They did have guns!
"You two kids go first, and remember, one silly move and you might never grow up, so start walking and keep your mouths shut!"
CHAPTER SIX
Rafael and Juan knelt silently in the thicket just yards from the Danfield's cruiser anchored just off the beach and rocking rhythmically in the tropical water's currents. He held each of the Danfield teenagers tightly, one on each hand, and Juan was just behind him, the carbine noticeably loaded and cocked.
"Just a little boat, eh, amigo," whispered Rafael into Danny's ear, tightening his grip on the youngster's arm painfully. "Now suppose you tell me the truth!" he hissed.
"I-I told you, h-honest ... "
"Juan, fire a few shots into that boat, right about where the sleeping compartments should be."
"No, no, please!" exclaimed Janice. She lowered her voice just an instant before Rafael could clamp his hand over her mouth, "I'll tell you, only please, please, don't shoot! Our parents are asleep in there, please!" Tears were already flooding her eyes and dribbling down her pink cheeks.
"Ah, that is much better," said Rafael, raising his hand to stop his friend from firing the ancient American carbine. "That is what I like to hear ... the truth. Now suppose we wake your parents up, real nicely. Juan, run back and get Antonio and Maria. I don't want that bitch here, but I need another man. And bring the pistol, too."
The big husky Cuban disappeared stealthily into the thicket and for a few seconds, they could hear his bare feet as they thudded against the hard-packed sand along the water's edge.
"Now, my little friends, suppose we just sit quietly ... very quietly," whispered their captor hoarsely, his knife poised only inches from Danny's throat. Neither of the Danfield teenagers moved an inch until the others had returned.
* * *
"Okay, listen to me," said the leader when all of them were settled close together in the sparse thicket of pines and bushes. "Antonio, you and Juan board the boat from opposite sides, just in case this is some kind of trick. And tell the people, whoever they are, to look to the beach before they try anything foolish. I'll have the light on the kids here. Now get going, and be careful."
"Onto the beach, both of you ... Maria, stay in front of me. It's not that I don't trust you; I just want to look at that sweet ass of yours as you walk," he grinned. She shot him a look that could have cut glass, but obeyed without a word. Maria was broken - try as she might to summon that old fighting spirit, she couldn't. What they had done to her had broken her like a cowboy breaks a high strung filly. There was nothing left for her now, and no reason to fight any longer.
They waited there on the empty beach, an improbable group if there ever was one - Rafael, the hard-bitten revolutionary turned capitalist to line his own pockets with lucre of the worst sort, the two hapless Danfield children, victims of their own curiosity. And Maria, the one with nothing left, no hopes or dreams ... just living out this night and making it into tomorrow.
Minutes that seemed like hours slowly passed; they heard sounds from the boat. A light suddenly glowed from a small round porthole near the bow of the sleek cabin cruiser. Danny and Janice held their breath, terrified that the next second might bring the horrible sound of shots.
But no shots came, only some loud muffled talking below decks, and then the figures of Gloria and Emory Danfield now on deck, he in his undershorts and outer shirt, and his wife in a cotton dress complete with stockings for some reason. Juan was right behind them, and then Antonio, holding in his hand the reason for his delay.
"Antonio, you fool, leave everything as you found it!" shouted Rafael, brandishing the carbine as if he intended to use it on the big ugly Cuban. Antonio reluctantly tossed Danfield's wallet and his wife's purse onto the deck and climbed down the boarding ladder to the warm water. There was more confusion as Emory tried to carry his frightened wife to shore through the waist-high currents, but apparently Juan must have ordered her to walk, for they could hear unintelligible words being spoken and then saw the curious procession coming ashore like some kind of alien landing party. Mr. Danfield wore that confused mask of a man more asleep than awake, though his eyes cleared quickly when he spotted his two children huddled on the beach, both of them under the watchful, cold-steel gaze of another stranger, this one armed with a rifle. Emory Danfield could only guess what was happening - were these men desperados, outlaws of some sort on the run? They were obviously Latin Americans, for though they spoke mostly Spanish among themselves, he had heard all of them speak very good English at one moment or another since being roughly dragged from his bunk like some stowaway being found out by a hardened captain. It had taken him this long to fully realize that this wasn't a dream, that his brain was not playing games with him. This, whatever it was, was for real!
"What's going on?! You there, why are you doing this?" he asked of Rafael, as he immediately appeared to be the leader of this bunch of modern pirates. "If it's money or valuables you want, well gladly give you anything we have without a fight. You don't have to wave all those guns around ... somebody might get hurt."
"Right, my friend! And it will be you if you do not shut your big mouth!" bellowed Rafael in perfect English. "And as for your stinking money, you can shove it up your ass! We don't need your money, amigo, or anything you have!"
"Then why are you doing this to us?"
"Because you are here, that is all. Because you are here."
Emory Danfield shook his head, "I don't understand. We aren't hurting anything. This island doesn't belong to you, so why do you feel threatened by us? Surely, we can do you and your friends no harm"
Rafael rose to his feet and motioned to Antonio to put some brush on the nearly-dead fire, "You have ears and eyes, that is why. And you have mouths ... very big American ones, and you would use them the moment you could if we allowed it. Right, my friend?"
"But ... But I still don't follow you. We haven't disturbed you. We were just here camping, minding our own business. Why did you come busting in here like a bunch of ... of savages?"
Rafael laughed, his teeth gleaming in the glow of the dried driftwood Antonio had tossed on the coals as it burst into orange flames. "We came busting? Not us, amigo, it was you! Your little ones here, they couldn't contain their curiosity. So they come nosing around like a couple of spies and pretty soon, they heard too much ... and see too much, no?" He turned to Danny and Janice at that and they both blushed noticeably, bright red even in the dim light.
"Is this true, Danny?" asked Danfield! "Did you intrude on their privacy?"
"Well, Dad, we didn't know there was anyone there. We just ... "
"Never mind all that! You know better than to go butting in where you haven't been invited. Now you just apologize to these people, and maybe they'll be willing to forget the whole thing. Go ahead, apologize!"
"Oh, Dad! You just don't understand anything, do you? These guys aren't down here on a holiday. They're ... "
"Hold it, hold it!" interrupted Rafael with a brandishing wave of his carbine, "You've said enough! I'll do the explaining around here, okay?"
"Do whatever he says, Danny!" ordered his father. "You've caused enough trouble already."
The young boy hung his head, ashamed of this curse he'd brought on the whole family - what if they were all killed!? These men were just desperate enough to do something like that!
"Your son was about to tell you that we are all here on a mission." He indicated himself and his friends with a wave of his rifle. "Your son and daughter came along at an inopportune time as we all are revolutionaries, embarked on a mission of prime importance to our cause. But you see, you have come between us and our goal, and you will have to be ... removed. Comprende?"
Emory felt his heart thumping like a kettle drum inside his chest. "Surely, you don't mean to kill us? We will not stand in your way. What possible harm can we do you? You can't just shoot us down like a bunch of wild animals!"
"We are revolutionaries, gringo, and we will do what we have to do for our cause!" shouted Rafael, holding the carbine over his head like some Hollywood writer's idea of a Latin American hero.
"Phooey," spat Maria, breaking her self-imposed silence, "You are not revolutionaries! You are pigs, all of you, pigs!" She spat onto the sand at his feet as she screamed. Rafael, dumb-struck for a second by this sudden display of bravado, watched with slack jaw and wide eyes until finally, with one almost-invisibly fast swipe of his hand, he knocked her viciously to the ground, sending her sprawling like a discarded fag doll some child had tossed on the beach. The Danfield's watched silently, too stunned and afraid to offer any protest. Only when Rafael stepped toward the helpless girl, carbine butt at the ready, did Emory find his voice and manage to intercede.
"Wait, wait!" he cried. "Please leave her alone! We don't care who you are or what you are. It doesn't matter to us; we just want to be left alone ... and alive. Can't you see that? Can't you?!"
"Shut up, yanqui, or I'll shut you up permanently right now. I need time to think!" He turned, glaring, to his comrades and to young Danny and Janice. "All of you be quiet and let me think!"
* * *
The Danfield family stood quietly together on the lonely beach for interminable minutes while their captors conferred, often heatedly. Only when Emory asked that they be allowed to change into warm, dry clothes was the long agonizing wait interrupted. Rafael reluctantly agreed to allow one of the family to return to the boat, then picked Janice himself to perform the task of retrieving clothes for the whole family, reasoning that she was the least likely to try an escape, Juan accompanied her, and the two returned in only a few minutes, though it seemed like hours to Emory and Gloria Danfield as they thought of their precious daughter alone aboard the boat with that horrible man. Nothing happened, though, and, after stepping behind the sandy ridge one at a time under Juan's watchful eye, they had all changed into dry outfits and were, once again, waiting, ever waiting, for Rafael to decide their fate. Danny whispered his account of what had happened to his father and mother, explaining about seeing the light down the beach and finally, his suspicions about these strange men. He was sure they were criminals of some sort, not at all the revolutionaries they claimed to be, and Janice agreed, though both of them pointedly made no mention of the girl at all, or of what they had witnessed at the far end of this island.
But both of them remembered it, all right. Janice could still feel the funny little quivers in her belly as she remembered the beautifully naked Maria there in the firelight with those men. And inside her, like some kind of churning, she could feel a strange sort of trembling as she vividly recalled those frighteningly huge penises those men put into her. God, how had she taken them in her without splitting in half! She knew it was something she wouldn't soon forget, but young Janice couldn't have guessed, not in a million years, what was in store for her ... or for all of them, this dark night!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emory Danfield and his family had finally sat down on the sand just opposite the fire, facing their opposite number passively, not speaking at all now that Rafael had threatened to kill them if he heard them whispering again. Emory and Gloria had watched in confusion as the men passed around a little spoonful of some kind of powder, then sniffed it up their nostrils like snuff, holding their breath as the obviously potent substance took effect. Danny and Janice, though, knew only too well what it was. It was a drug pretty well known to the teenage set, courtesy of the hippie underground - cocaine, one of the most insidious of them all because it gives a person a feeling of self-assurance and greatness that makes you feel above everything - including the law and public decency. And they both knew what this drug-taking could lead to ... a nightmarish replay of the scene they'd witnessed back on the beach. Only this time, this time they wouldn't be just spectators. They would be a part of the perverted pageant, and they were powerless to resist.
Antonio passed around the goat-skin wine flask he'd carried on his belt from their campsite, and the others, even Maria, seemed to drink the potent liquid with great relish, downing huge, spilling mouthfuls of it until they laughed and weaved in drunken ecstasy from the devastating combination of cocaine and strong wine. Occasionally Antonio would look over toward the Danfield's and cackled like a maniac. But it was Juan who seemed most dangerous as he stared for long moments at the virginal loveliness of Janice who had changed into white shorts and a jersey pullover top that were most becoming on the sixteen-year-old brunette. Her bare legs were long and smooth and trim and they melded deliriously with the long elegance of her slightly curving thigh as it disappeared under the edge of her shorts. The young girl's soft innocent skin tingled and twitched under Juan's coldly speculative gaze as he hungrily - and openly - eyed her like she was a street-girl waiting for his offer. As she became aware of his obvious, appraisal, she lowered her eyes and twisted her fingers together tightly. She was flustered and more than a little afraid of these men; after all, she had witnessed what they had done to one of their own. God only knows what they could dream up for an outsider!
Her long dainty bare toes twisted nervously in her rubber thong sandals, and Juan glanced down at them as he sat opposite the Danfield's, gun at the ready. He was trying to imagine what the young American girl would look like stark naked; her trim, just-ripening body all soft and tantalizingly appealing with its gentle girlish curves and sinewy muscles, her sparse little "vee" patch all tiny and inviting as it concealed the narrow untried furrow of her young pussy. Damn, how he'd like to get between those legs! The mother was a knock-out all right, but he kind of had a fondness for younger ones. And this one, Jesus what a fuck she'd make!
Rafael now ordered mother and daughter, to be tied together, and though Emory Danfield protested, Juan eagerly took charge of the job and made them stand up, side by side, then squatted down with a cord from their boat in his hands, his eyes hungrily detailing the temptingly visible charms of his two captives. Gloria was wearing a pale-blue thin cotton dress with panty stockings; it had ridden up on one side, so that as Juan knelt, he could plainly see the top band of her taut sheer hose and just a peek of her crisp white panties, only inches from his face. Her ripely voluptuous figure excited him, almost as much as the younger one's ripening charms had, and he could feel his prick hardening as he stared up at her. Gloria turned away, red with shame and embarrassment as she saw him glance up eagerly under her dress, taking in her innermost secrets as though she were nothing more than a whore.
Rafael himself tied the two male Danfield's together, loudly declaring that in order to be sure the job was done right, he'd do it alone. He and Juan and the stupid one, Antonio, paraded around their captives, all bound tightly in a huddle, like barnyard cocks around freshly-downed victims. They said very little, save for an occasional burst of drunken, slurred Spanish that seemed to be lewd and filthy, for every time something was said, all of them, even occasionally Maria, burst into uncontrolled laughter and knee-slapping.
Danny and Janice were puzzled over Maria; how could she just so easily forget what these beasts had done to her? But somehow she had; she seemed on excellent terms again with the awful men, as if nothing had ever happened. And after what they did!
More long minutes dragged passed as the Danfield's captors handed around some more of the insidious cocaine Antonio kept concealed in an inside pocket of his jacket. And again, they visibly registered the shock-waves of the incredibly potent substance as it surged through their bodies and brains like a tidal wave of heightened feeling and emotion, frantically turning on every pore, every nerve ending of their drug-sensitized bodies. God, it was frightening to watch - grown men and women suddenly changing right before their eyes into whole new people, though now they seemed more animal than human, their eyes beady and gleaming in the fire's illumination, a sneering smile on their lips that looked more like a panther's snarl.
"Hey, Rafael, how about a little more tail?" asked Juan, kneeling to warm his hands by the fire, as they had suddenly grown chill in the aftermath of the cocaine. "Or was Maria enough for you?" The Latin girl cringed momentarily at those words, but in an instant, she joined the others in a hearty laugh.
"She was enough for any man! But I think I would like some more. Which one do you think would be best, Juan?" the leader asked with a leering grin, "The older one with experience ... or the young one, all new and unproven? Or maybe both, huh?"
"No, no! Emory, please, don't let them do this!" shouted the older Danfield woman.
"Please, you can't be serious!" he hoarsely cried, "You wouldn't do such a thing! Surely, you couldn't"
Rafael walked over to the man and held the carbine to his throat. With his thumb, he pulled back slowly on the hammer until the weapon was cocked.
"No, no! God, no, please! I'll do anything you say! But please, don't shoot him!" cried Gloria hysterically as her two children only looked in horrified disbelief.
"You heard your woman, Senor, she doesn't have any objections. So now what was it you were saying, my friend?"
Emory gulped and managed a rasping feeble reply, "You don't scare me, mister. You can shoot if you want to, but I won't give you my blessing for you to rape my wife."
Rafael laughed at the American's foolish bravado, "I see, I see. Does that mean I have your blessings to rape your daughter then?"
"No, Emory don't say anything to him!" cried Gloria, straining at her bonds, "I'll do whatever you want! Anything! Just don't touch my little girl, please! She's never ... never had a man before! Please, please, only me and I'll do whatever you ask!"
Rafael looked at the voluptuously attractive wife and noticeably toyed with her proposal. "Hmmm, not a bad idea, woman! Those tits of yours look nice and big, just like I love 'em. And that ass is sort of nice, too. Maybe it's a deal."
"Oh God, no, no," moaned Emory, his head hung over on his chest in helpless surrender. Young Danny couldn't speak - he just looked, wide-eyed and confused, at his mother and sister tied together like cattle for slaughter. And yet through all his fear, through all his confusion, one nagging penetrating thought kept slamming against his brain like it was being fired at him from a rifle ... he remembered something he had seen, one night not long ago when he had come home for the weekend from school and Janice hadn't known. She had come home from a date, obviously upset as he could hear her crying from the bathroom that connected their bedrooms. The door was open just enough for him to see her as she undressed hurriedly, still sobbing, for bed. Right there, while he looked on, ashamed of his voyeurism but unable to look away, she had paused for a moment as she pulled down her torn under panties. Her fingers brushed accidentally over the fluffy sparse mound of her pubis ... she nearly saw him as she suddenly looked up, but he managed to dodge out of sight.
And then, there on her bed, he watched her as she curiously, innocently, stroked the softly moist pink flanges of her young pussy until her whole body was quivering and her legs scissoring open and closed on the bedcovers in time with the rhythm of her own fingers as they gently rubbed the sensitive folds of wet ragged flesh together between the downy hairs of her pubic mound. Janice had stopped only when the phone suddenly rang, and though it wasn't for her, it was enough to break her momentary flight into sexual fantasy, and she quickly covered herself with the blanket and doused the light.
Maybe tonight he'd see her naked again! See her with a real cock stuck in there instead of her fingers! God, how he tried to fight the evil image of his mother and sister stripped down naked and being fucked like in some five-dollar dirty movie in New York! But try as he might, he still could feel his hard boyish cock stiffen and begin throbbing at the very prospect.
"I vote for the woman's idea," said Juan. "Let's get on with it, I'm getting sore between the legs just thinking about it!" He knew there was no real hope for the younger Danfield girl, but it was fun to string the Americans along, to give them this false hope they clung to like shipwreck victims to a piece of wood. And then how good it would be to yank it away from them and let them drown in their own fear and self-pity! Boy, it was going to be great getting that squirmy, nervous piece of ass out of those teasy shorts and onto her bare back. Man, he'd break her in right! She'd never even want another cock, especially not a gringo's, in her after he'd shown her the ropes!
Rafael turned to Gloria Danfield. "Let's get you untied and over behind those trees there. I'm going to be first ... if that's okay with the rest of you." Juan and Antonio nodded obediently, and Antonio hastened to free the older woman from her bonds.
Helplessly, trembling frantically at the lewdness of what was facing her, Gloria took a deep breath and whispered, as if no one could hear her so it would be all right. "I'll go with you now ... whatever you say."
Her mother's instinct to protect her daughter had driven her to extremes; she had a plan, a plan to do anything they wanted of her, even more, if only they would leave Janice alone. She knew her precious baby was a virgin, and the thought of the young girl learning about sex this way, at the end of a gun with a gang-rape to burn into her nightmares the rest of her life, was more than she could stand. Her stomach knotted and sickened at the very thought of having sex with any of these men, but she'd do anything - anything! - to save Janice's virginity. She only hoped they would keep their word.
Rafael led the way out of the campsite and into the thicket, carrying one of the kids' sleeping bags that he spread on the soft sand and padded until it was as comfortable as a bed. "Don't look so afraid, lady. When this is over, you'll thank me for showing you what a real man can do to a woman if he tries."
She resisted the chance to argue with him and stood waiting beside a short ragged pine, her breasts heaving under her dress with the frenetic turbulence of her emotion. "Please, give me your word that you won't harm my Janice. Promise me you'll leave her alone. You can do anything you want to me, but please, just leave her alone!"
Rafael was already fast removing his clothes. "I don't see that you are in a bargaining position, woman. So right now, you had better keep your mind on making me happy and I'll think about what will happen to your daughter ... Now, let's see what's under that dress. Take your clothes off, bitch! Strip for me, now!"
His hardened cock was poking against the material of his trousers and leaving a widening stain of sticky seminal emissions there on his muscular thigh. Gloria shuddered and then stooped, catching the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head and shoulders in one quick movement. Rafael sucked in his breath and his narrow-slit eyes suddenly widened with desire at his first sight of her in brassiere and panties and stockings. God, she was beautiful! Every bit as supple and trim as her young daughter, but with the full, voluptuous curves of a real woman. His eyes fixed on the round, closely-spaced, high-rising breasts, whose brownish nipples could be seen vaguely through the white nylon sheerness of her brassiere. The carnation-pink-and-white tint of her soft lovely skin was an added stimulant to his ever growing lust, now heightened to painful proportions by the combined effects of the cocaine and this married woman's near-nakedness ... and by the visibly triangular patch of sparse, softly curling pubic hair at the crotch of her sheer panties that drew his eyes like a vee-shaped magnet.
'The bra now, hurry!" he ordered. Gloria reached behind her, unhooked the tight-fitting garment and stood naked to the waist, arms at her sides, bowing her head in shame and humiliation but not trying to cover the glories of her rapidly swelling breasts lest she anger this savage further. The crinkly circles of her nipples attracted him, and with both hands, he cupped her succulently lovely mounds and lifted their delicious fullness gently, licking his lips in anticipation. Gloria caught her breath and turned her face away, ashamed to tears.
"Listen, bitch! You'd better start behaving yourself and being real nice to me and my friends ... or your daughter will be next!"
"If I do," began Gloria haltingly, her voice choked with emotion, "Will you promise not to touch Janice?"
"Christ, woman, is that all you can say? I will say it only once more: you be good to me, and the boys and I will make up my mind about your precious daughter! But if you don't ... no deals, she's next!" He pulled her half-naked body against his, feeling the softly warm curve of her breasts against his bare chest. His hands slid lasciviously down her bare naked back and grabbed her firm cheeky buttocks and pulled her pelvis hard up against his.
"Nice, huh? See what I've got for you down there? Baby, you've never had such a fucking as I am going to give you. Now get on that sleeping bag and let's see what kind of stuff you've got!"
Gloria shuddered as she sat down on the down-stuffed sleeping bag, the one that just a short while ago, one of her own dear children had gone to bed in. And now this!
She pulled down the sheer panty hose, and with it her white panties, peeling them both down over her long smooth legs, and leaving them where they fell on the sleeping bag at her feet. Her thighs were trembling then as she clenched them tightly, vainly trying to cover up the hair-lined furrow of her vagina. Rafael was out of his pants now and his shorts as well, and she could not suppress a cry of amazement and fear as she looked up and glimpsed the awesome size of his stiffly-erect prick. He grinned as he skinned back the fleshiness around the throbbing head, showing the fearfully cringing American woman the purplish swollen knob at its end.
He sat down beside her and squeezed her softly fleshed breasts with both his powerful hands, tweaking them hard until she gasped in pain from the pressure on her crinkly, brown nipples between his fingers, and then he crushed his mouth on hers and forced her onto her back on the sleeping bag. Hardly a few dozen feet away, huddled beside the campfire, Emory Danfield and his two teenage children, afraid to look in that direction, could hear their wife and mother's muffled cry as she was roughly pinned beneath the sweating Cuban leader. Emory could feel the growing hot ball of nausea in his throat, and he struggled to fight it down. There was nothing he could do, nothing! He had to just sit here helplessly while a total stranger fucked his wife!
Gloria closed her eyes and thought only of Janice, vowing to submit without protest if that was what it took to save her darling child. Rafael's left hand slid down below her belly and towards her nakedly defenseless loins, and then she shuddered a strangled, "Please, oh, please," as she felt his fingers ease inside the quivering fleshy lips of her unguarded vulnerable pussy. Her legs reflexively clenched together in defense of her womanly treasures, but Rafael roughly shoved them apart again with his fist.
"Do that just once more, bitch, and the kid gets it right now!"
With another fearful gasp from deep in her heaving chest, the hapless woman reluctantly relaxed the tension of her thighs and parted her legs as Rafael, with a satisfied smirk, probed the warmly moist secrets of her vaginal orifice while she squirmed helplessly, feeling his fingers opening and closing inside her tender, secret little love-cleft.
Now the desperado leader was kneeling between her fearfully trembling legs, his massively long penis bobbing from its own weight as it cantilevered out from his sweating, hair-covered loins. He stared down at her firmly quivering breasts, at the shallow, white plain of her fear-tautened belly and then his hands went once again to the warm softness of her heaving mounds and he fondled them crudely as he slowly lowered himself until the tip of his eagerly jerking cock just brushed against the sparse puff of light brown pussy curls. Drops of perspiration beaded along her high arching forehead and her eyelids fluttered as she strove to keep her eyes tightly shut to blot out the horrible ugliness of what was coming.
Suddenly ... "Aaaawwwwwwww!" She jerked, throwing back her head and opening her eyes in startled alarm as she felt his rigidly thick cock press between the softly yielding lips of her vagina and invade her private inner sheath. It was as if her own body had betrayed her, her own quivering pussy lips had sucked this invading masculine beast into her hidden innermost chamber. His fingers tightened on her breasts and he suddenly murmured, "Woman, you're really nice and tight inside. I mean, for a woman with two kids, you're fantastic!"
For one terrible, confused instant, Gloria in her abject fear and horror almost thanked him instinctively, then, "Please ... don't hurt me down there. Please!" she whimpered, softly so that there was no chance of anyone hearing her except Rafael. Emory and the others must have heard her cry out in pain at his initial entry, for she heard muffled arguing and loud voices now from the area of the fire.
"Don't whine at me, bitch! You're just like all the other women in this world. How long has it been since you've been really fucked? I don't mean some half-ass job from your old man, I mean a really good reaming-out, belly-busting fuck that leaves you so weak and tired you can't stand without your knees buckling for hours after."
Emory Danfield's naked wife gasped as she twisted to one side, her features starkly strained with anguish and the shame of her helpless plight.
"Tell me, woman, that old man of yours is getting pretty soft now, no? I'll bet he can't even get it hard for you nights." Rafael gloated over his quivering frightened prey as he clutched her nakedly firm buttocks and remained pressed tight against her, hairs to hairs, flattening down the satiny soft globes of her breasts as, his face cheek pressed firmly to hers, he muttered his salacious ramblings into her ear.
"I'll bet you've been looking forward to some real loving on the side for years, no? Well, now's your chance, and no one can blame you. Just open up that sweet tail of yours and enjoy it, okay? And you'll have all you need, maybe a little more."
Feeling her tremble and squirm under him, Rafael drew himself out of the softly quivering lips of her elastic sheath, then lunged to his balls in a single vicious thrust that ground into her belly as he sank to the hilt deep inside her. She moaned beneath him, her nails slicing into her sweaty palms as she strove valiantly to hang on to her self-control, to hold herself back from the brink of shame and degradation in this sickening, lurid position she found herself in. No, no, she wouldn't give in! He could do what he liked, but she'd never give him the satisfaction of making her enjoy it, she wouldn't!
"Damn it, it's so nice and tight in there. I think, woman, that your husband has been derelict in his duties. But you just relax and open that cunt up for me and I'll teach you some Cuban tricks to take back with you." He drew back again and again and lunged to the hilt each time, making her jerk convulsively as if he'd fired a rifle blast into her nakedly vulnerable body. A constant, mournful pleading poured softly from her lips. "Oooohh, don't hurt me, please! You're so big, please, don't hurt me!"
Rafael looked down at her mockingly, his first American woman now helpless and naked under his weight, and he flicked the end of his huge cock deep in her womb, delighting in the visible wave of pain and fear that rippled along her bare belly and into her chest as his maledom throbbed within her. "You haven't felt anything yet, bitch," he laughed coarsely, "Wait until I really get hard!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gloria Danfield could feel it-there was absolutely no hope left for her now; she clutched the stranger tight in her bare arms now instinctively and his mouth crushed brutally against hers, his tongue poking insistently between her lips as once more he drew his hips back, savoring the agony of the pent-up lust he was emptying from his system, then thrusting home with a savage gouging thrust that again ground their pubic hairs together lasciviously.
"Squeeze those legs tight around me, woman!" he commanded, and she instantly obeyed. His hand painfully crushed the soft bulging curve of her ass-cheek and she gasped in new agony, but her legs were tight like scissors around his back.
"That's more like it," he gasped, "Now I'm going to really show you something. I'm gonna' ream your cunt out better than you've ever had it, bitch!" He stepped up the tempo of his driving lunges deep into her moistly fleshy slit, and the naked woman groaned and squirmed as the agonizing grinding of his raping, ravishing shaft made itself felt deep in her tender, untried depths. Her eyes remained closed, but her nostrils flared and her lips trembled piteously. Suddenly he slowed his attack and tantalizingly drew back until the swollen head of his cock spread the inner, clasping lips of her cunt. Gloria managed a soft cry that was more of a whimper; her eyes opened into the face of her excited, drug-crazed abuser.
"Starting to feel good to you, right, bitch?" he sneered, then suddenly thrust himself home to his sagging, sperm-filled balls and Gloria's body squirmed and twisted from the growing agony of her unfelt desires as they welled and surged like a tempestuous storm deep inside her. His virile, powerful thrusts were taking their toll, and try as she did to keep control, the weakness of her flesh was beginning to win out. God, I can't let this happen! My dear, darling Emory is just beyond those trees and yet this is happening to me! How can it be really happening?
"Never had any, as you say in the States, 'on the side', huh?" His eyes were narrow coal-black slits as he studied her flushed, contorted face, tear-stained and shamed as glistening drops formed on her thick eyelashes and rolled down her streaked, reddened cheeks.
"No, never," she gasped; then, "Please, can't you get it over with?"
"Get it over with! Woman, you promised me a good time, and now you want me to hurry! listen, maybe that kid of yours will be a better fuck!"
"Oh, no! Please ... you don't mean it, do you? I didn't mean it, honest! Ooowwwww, don't do that, please! Don't put your finger in there, it's not right!"
Rafael had slyly inserted his right middle finger up to the second knuckle in the tight, narrow channel between her firmly rounded ass-cheeks and found the virginal cleft of her muscle-ringed anus.
"How about here, ever had it here before?"
"Oh, God, no!" she groaned in humiliation. How could he even think such a despicable thought!? Didn't the Bible say that was sodomy and that it was a sin!
"Oh, please, please ... don't touch me there, please, oh, you're hurting me!" Even as she squirmed and tried vainly to disengage from his maddeningly probing finger in her rectum, Rafael resumed his deep, fierce fucking with renewed energy, cramming himself up into her fearfully cringing cuntal walls with long, smooth strokes inside the quickening, vibrantly pulsing pussy-sheath of his beautiful naked victim writhing helplessly beneath his weight. His left hand still tightly clutched her buttock, squeezing, fondling the softly trembling flesh while his middle finger began to move back and forth inside her tightly constricted asshole just as his lust-swollen prick was pistoning rhythmically inside her quivering cuntal channel. Gloria stared blankly up at the sky through the thinly branched trees, her eyes open but not seeing, and her arms were now suddenly around him, tentatively, cautiously, moving as if they had a mind of their own. And below, her legs had snaked around his virile, bucking hips as her bare feet kicked the air above while his ruthlessly insistent ravishment of her treasured vaginal cleft began to take its inevitable effect ... God, she was starting to respond! She couldn't help herself; deep inside her, strange and wickedly wonderful things were happening, things she couldn't stop, couldn't control. Jesus, what's happening to me?! Am I turning into some kind of sex maniac!?
His middle finger was rapidly gouging inside her wildly quivering rectum, back and forth with the same increasing frequency as his hotly throbbing prick deep inside the tightly-clutching walls of her pussy flesh. Her head snapped from side to side, her lip tipped with a tiny droplet of her own blood as she bit painfully into it in a vain final effort to hold back the surging swell of shameful passion she could no longer control in her tortured belly. Her mouth opened and a long, incessant half-moan escaped her lips, wavering in intensity with each of the muscular Cuban's deep, skewering thrusts, but loud enough for her husband and children to hear as they sat, tied and helpless, only yards away.
"Oooooooohhhhhh, please, p-please," she gasped.
"Come on, woman, shake your ass for me and I will show you what a real man is like!"
Rafael's finger was gouged past the third joint in her quivering asshole and he twisted it like a smaller cock in the tender softness of her back passage, wiggling it inside the taut walls as his prick savagely raided her suddenly eagerly clasping vaginal tunnel, pounding thrust after agonizing thrust deep up into her very womb. He had her just where he wanted her now, whipped and as helpless as if beaten with a whip. And now he'd finish her off! Gloria Danfield lifted her head from the sleeping bag, her eyes glazed as if she were intoxicated, her mouth hanging open wordlessly like she was in shock. But only for a moment, for suddenly ...
"Aaaagggghhhhhh!!!" A shattering scream filled the tropical night, reverberating off the island's trees and carrying far out over the cove's dark waters. There was no stopping her now ... whimpering and sobbing hysterically, uncontrollably, she ground her sharp nails into her attacker's back, slicing his skin in deep, reddening welts as she clawed futilely in the throes of her frantic passion. She suddenly felt herself thrown bodily into the deepest, lewdest pit of depravation and humiliation as her body jerked spasmodically, lost hopelessly in the fury of wild carnal abandon. She grew mad with savage ecstasy as her nails raked his flesh, her legs shifting to clamp him securely to her voraciously grasping, humping loins as she arched up her pelvic plane to meet his last plundering thrusts with every ounce of her strength, then felt herself nearly faint as a shuddering spasm engulfed her as surely as if a wave from the beach had swept over her in a warm gushing tide.
The Cuban's deep, smashing strokes pounded with the last frantic burst of energy left in his lust-tightened loins and he battered her nakedly opened pussy lips with such savagery that her whole body jerked along the sleeping bag with each shattering fuck that seemed to drive far up into her very belly with its vicious intensity.
"Ooooohhhh ... Oooooohhhh! ... OOOOHHHHHH! OH GOD, HELP ME!!!"
Every agonizingly strained muscle in her tortured body suddenly grew slack and she collapsed in a trembling, heaving gasp just as his hot searing cum burst satisfyingly up into the brutalized passage of her hungrily gulping cunt, spurting again and again into her womb, filling her until her insides sloshed with his seething discharge and oozing rivulets of the viscous fluid trailed from her still-quivering pussy along the crevice of her buttocks and onto the sleeping bag that cushioned her below.
CHAPTER NINE
Gloria Danfield lay lifeless, sprawled like a ravaged corpse some army on the march had left in its wake, one arm under her head to keep it off the gritty sand. She lay quietly, though steadily shivering both in fear now and in total absolute revulsion and despair. She hated herself, hated and despised the very core of her womanhood as though her own body had treasonously betrayed her, deserting her for the wicked, perverted pleasures of a few minutes of forbidden carnal excitement. She couldn't deny it, though God knows she tried - she had actually started to enjoy that awful, disgusting tiling the Cuban was doing to her! He was only humping her like she was some gutter tramp, just using her as a warm, fleshy receptacle for his lewd male cum, but she had actually been turned on by it all! God help her, it was true! And it couldn't - mustn't - ever happen again!
Rafael sauntered back into the forced closeness of those gathered expectantly around the tiny campfire there on the beach, strutting like a barnyard rooster leaving the henhouse. Everyone's eyes shifted to his strong, domineering hulk as he moved closer, darkening the mood of both the captors and the captives like an ominous storm cloud passing over.
Emory Danfield, his eyes darting about with all the outward pitiable symptoms of a man in shock, was probably the first to notice - the husky Cuban had left his fly unbuttoned on his military-style trousers and his thick flaccid cock dangled from his loins like a white man's scalp on the belt of an Old West Apache. His flaunting was sure and deliberate, like the vicious twist of a knife blade between his victim's ribs. And its effect was nearly as deadly.
"You rotten bastard!" screamed Emory, his eyes white with horror and rage at the sight of this thing, still wet and gleaming with the moistness of his own dear wife's ravaged treasures. "I'll kill you, you swine! I'll kill you with my bare hands!" He tugged and yanked at his bonds, bouncing young Danny like a puppet on a string as he struggled with the strength of ten men to free himself of the ropes that held them both. But it was useless and Rafael and his companions only laughed at him, laughed in his face like he was some circus clown brought here for their amusement. "Let me go, damn you, and I'D kill you, I swear, I'll kill you!"
Like a switch had been thrown in his brain, Rafael's face swept instantly from sneering amusement to cold, chilling hatred. With one well-aimed swing of his foot, he crumpled the helpless Emory into a doubled knot over his bonds, planting his boot in the man's side with a thud - like a rock into mud.
"Shut your mouth or I'll kick your teeth out!" spat Rafael in a blind rage. "You, Juan, take what you want of the woman! She's still naked and waiting for you." He glared ferociously at Emory's half-lifted face as he spoke, spitting out his words carefully and deliberately, reveling in the look of helpless anguish that was all this man had left. "And take Antonio with you. Maybe she'd like the both of you!"
CHAPTER TEN
Maria saw it all happening as a person asleep might feel or sense things going on around him in a dream, not really conscious, yet vaguely aware and alert. And disturbed.
This wasn't right ... none of this was the way it was supposed, to be, the way it had to be according to the carefully organized, well-learned patterns that she had laid out so carefully in her eager young mind. No, none of this was as she had learned it at the University, as Miguel had taught her so diligently with his polished intellectual words and his fierce revolutionary slogans. And who were these characters in her private nightmare? Mere actors, not the real people they were hired to represent. Surely this vicious snarling animal with a rifle in his hand is not the handsome Rafael who had flirted with her so daringly during their long arduous training together! Not the devoted revolutionary, the anxious guerilla, but some obscure actor surreptitiously slipped into his boots and clothes! And Juan, strong and brave Juan, where is he now with his innocent simplistic ideals of solving the problems of the capitalistic curses in the Americas, his unceasing child-like devotion to Miguel and to his cause? And who is this impostor hired to take his place!?
And these Americans, why are they not fat and soft from their lives of luxury wrung like blood from the oppressed workers who await only their freedom? Why does this man not grovel and beg for his freedom as those fawning Capitalists do in the posters and textbooks of Miguel's library? Where is the gleam of their selfish hunger for money that is supposed to fill their eyes? Is that perhaps the sparkle I see there in Rafael's empty stare? No, it can't be this way! It's wrong, it's all wrong!
And young Maria, virtually ignored now that the men had found someone new to toy with, sat quietly and undisturbed in the darkness beyond the circle of glowing light from the fire. Slowly, carefully, deliberately, a plan began to take its embryonic shape in her mind, clearing now of the drugs these men had forced her to take. Hardly a plan at all now, but growing, growing painfully as with its growth it forced another of her ideals, her dreams, aside as it struggled for room in her frantic, confused thoughts. But it did grow, like a young giant stretching for room as it broke the bonds of her mind like fetters, forcing her to think new thoughts, to perceive and to sense new feelings, new emotions. And suddenly, just as she vaguely noticed Juan and the dumb one, Antonio, leave, laughing, for their new-found sport with the American woman, Maria knew what she must do. Knew what had to be done. And then, like a sheet had been tossed over her there in the darkness, she relaxed again, content in the sureness of her decision.
Yes, I'll do it! No matter what it costs me, I have to do what is right. Or become ... She glanced quickly, furtively, at Rafael, still brandishing his weapon as he tormented a helpless bound man twice his age ... one of them!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gloria Danfield, still naked and shivering now in the sudden chill that seemed to come over her in less than an instant, groped around in the dim shadows for her clothes, vainly nurturing the hope, slim as it was, that she might now be left alone. But whatever illusions she might have had were soon shattered - the other two men suddenly appeared from nowhere and towered over her like Inquisitors from Spanish past. One was huge, maybe one of the biggest men she'd ever seen, and the other - God, what a horrible specimen he was! Short and ugly, with a squat head and torso, and his hair sparse and scattered like an old man's. She'd die if that horrible creature tried to touch her!
"Hey, Rafael was right," exclaimed the big one. "She is nice looking! Look at those tits!"
Gloria had momentarily lost .what sense of prideful modesty she still possessed, but at those lewd, sneering words, she futilely tried to cover her breasts with her arms as she knelt, shivering now as much from fright as from cold, on the mattress. She was afraid to speak, afraid to stand, for now, if not before, she knew these men were desperate, and she was painfully, shamefully, aware of what they were capable of doing to her and to Janice.
"Okay, now, Juan!" grunted Antonio excitedly, his hand already loosening his pants and tugging at the still flaccid shaft of his prick as he anxiously yanked it out into the open. "Can we fuck her now?"
Juan studied her like his forebears must have pored over the dark-skinned slave girls hauled into the Cuban tobacco dynasties over a hundred years ago. And Gloria Danfield, just hours ago a typical housewife and good mother to her children, suddenly felt every bit as helpless and subjugated as those wretched girls must have felt then. It was something she'd never dreamed of, much less attempted to guess at, this feeling of utter humiliation and shame, this absolute bottomless pit of degradation she had now found herself cast into as the virgins of Yucatan were cast into the sacrificial pits to satisfy their vengeful masters.
"Let's see what kind of stuff she's made of first, Antonio," he grinned menacingly. "Give me your belt."
Gloria watched in terrified disbelief as the short man pulled his wide, military-style belt from his belt loops and handed it over. Only when the other man slapped it loudly against his own leg did she finally believe it was meant for her.
Gloria wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for mercy before this awful thing could be heaped with its awesome weight onto the crushing indignities and shameful humiliation she had already endured at the hands of Rafael. But her plea stuck like a bone in her throat - she couldn't! Emory was so close, close enough to hear. And how could she scream with her darling Emory tied like a horse thief and unable to help? What would it do to him to be forced to just sit helplessly and listen to his wife's cries for help? No, she couldn't cry out, she mustn't! If not for her own sake, then for Emory and the kids.
She watched horrified as Juan moved closer.
"Look at this, bitch!" he spat. "Look and remember! You do as I say, do what we want of you, and maybe I won't have to use it." Antonio giggled nervously behind the big man's back, his cock now squeezed tightly between his thick stubby fingers as he anxiously waited for Juan to make the first move.
"Get on your knees, woman! And shake your ass real nice for me and my friend. I want to see what you've got!"
Gloria obediently positioned herself on all fours on the sleeping bag and began to slowly move in the humiliating manner he wanted of her, terrified of the belt he tossed from hand to hand.
"Faster, you fucking bitch! I want to see it shake!" he snarled at her and suddenly flicked the stiff leather strap and caught her across the left buttock.
Gloria groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped to follow his commands more quickly now. She was sobbing under the utter degradation she was being subjected to, made even worse by the sure knowledge that her husband was trussed securely just a few yards away and that he and her two children could hear these two men laughing at her humiliating display, could hear the swishing crack of the belt across her backside, maybe even see her through the bushes in this awful degrading position, her ass stuck up in the air for these two savages to ogle over and to paw at like a couple of hungry dogs.
She was moving now without a semblance of thought to guide her, following the harsh commands as quickly as she could to avoid the stinging lash of the leather strap through the air when she was slow in obeying. Her buttocks were raw and tingling from the welts that had been inflicted upon her, and with each further move she could feel the unbearable pain grow greater. Gloria knew she couldn't stand much more without losing control, but she had to hang on, she had to fight back!
"Hey, Antonio, why don't you break her in a bit," Juan said suddenly, pausing with the leather band in mid-swing and letting the vicious bruising strap fall loosely in his hand. "I don't think she's ever sucked a cock before, so maybe you should teach her," he said, but these words he spoke in Spanish so Gloria had no idea of what was in store for her. But as Antonio hurried around and kneeled in front of her, his stubby thick penis flapping like an extra leg as he walked, she began to fear the worst. Oh no, dear God, not this! Anything, but not this!
"Come on, woman, crawl to me!" shouted the grotesque Antonio, his voice hoarse with anxious desire for this white-skinned woman who was about to suck his cock like some gutter-bred whore.
She hesitated for just a second and the cruel strap sang through the air, landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She jumped and almost leaped toward him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs before him and angled them so that she could crawl between them, his thick knob-like cock now fully erect and throbbing beneath the purplish foreskin. As Gloria crawled between his legs he tangled his hands in her dark hair and pulled her down, grinding his loins up at the same time so that the distended head of his penis brushed her face, leaving a minute trail of sticky seminal fluid across her lips and cheek. She closed her eyes in bitter humiliation, a ball of nausea threatening her from deep within her belly, but she was determined she would go through with it without screaming or resisting. This much she must do for her husband. Oh my God, Emory, how will you ever forgive me!
"Skin it back like a sausage, woman!" he coughed down at .her, twisting her hair in his hands until Gloria thought he would rip it from her head by the roots.
She reached forward to do his filthy bidding, anxious to escape another rain of painful blows from Juan, who stood grinning at her side like some kind of sadistic overseer. She knew he was just waiting for the slightest excuse to punish her again with his wide leather belt, and she moved desperately to please them both, her fingers cautiously touching the obscene member just inches from her face.
"Hurry it up, bitch!" Antonio shouted.
Finally, after another moment's fearful hesitation, she closed her trembling fingers around the hotly pulsing organ and slowly moved them toward his hair-covered pelvis, skinning back the thick foreskin of his cock so that the giant red-fleshed head popped from its fleshy sheath like a dog's prick from its furry shelter. Then, Antonio's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of his now-rigid member, and she nearly gasped in horror as it began to expand and grow, pulsing and throbbing as if it were coming alive!
Antonio could barely suppress his laughter as he watched his own fleshy cock grow in his fingers as it rested against the woman's teeth. He'd seen this look in their eyes before, the utter horror and surprise as his normally short, thick penis started to swell and lengthen into a formidable male weapon, one that he was justly proud of.
She hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her mouth and throat being used this way, as a receptacle of animal lust by a total stranger. She thought sickeningly of the lewd seething male sperm he was going to pump down her ravished throat but suddenly Juan unleashed his vengeful belt on her tender, naked buttocks and she gasped for breath in the unexpected pain. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain in her bare, unguarded backside, the thick pole of Antonio's flesh rammed forward into the moist warmth of her mouth. She could feel the huge bulbous head of the monstrous cock sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from the tip and filling the warm cavern of her cheeks with its pungent, male taste and smell.
The leering Cuban began a slow undulation of his hips, the thickly swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound guided by his hands gripped tightly in her tangled hair.
Juan moved to them to watch the puffing of her bruised cheeks as Antonio pushed up between her tightly clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt the stubby man made, ramming hard up into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped the belt on the sand, but close enough to grab it should this temperamental female decide to balk, and ran his hands over her smooth pliant flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her fully rounded breasts that dangled lewdly below her, tweaking and twisting the swollen buds of her nipples into hardness; then, running them back up the sides of her body over the narrow slimness of her tiny waist and over the rich, delicious swell of her womanly hips. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick cudgel-like prick sawing into Gloria's wide-stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, alone worth the hardships of this trip, even if there wasn't a small fortune waiting for them in Florida, along with a few suckers who would probably never guess what happened to their prize "revolutionaries"! Hah, the very thought of those bookish sissies back in Miguel's hidden camp, those slogan-shouting fools, made him want to burst out laughing! But there was more pleasant work at hand, and he didn't plan to miss a second of it, eagerly taking in every movement of Antonio's grinding loins as he forced his lust-hardened penis in and out between her ovally straining lips as she groaned in abject submission between his legs like some worn-out bitch hound groveling at her master's feet.
Gloria could feel the fingers crawling over her naked body as her head rose slowly up and down on the thickly swollen shaft plunging hotly up into her mouth. She could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it left his opened fly. Her mind wandered in the nightmarish stupor of her degradation-nothing mattered to her now except ending this horrible ordeal, and to get it over with she knew what had to be done. God, how it sickened her to even think it, lest her thoughts somehow fly into her husband's mind and he would know her shameful secret! She had to satisfy these men, she had to do it well or they'd never leave her alone!
She began sucking to please this ugly revolutionary, running her tongue wetly around the huge rubbery cock-head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit on the tip until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never ending wave that would be etched in her memory as permanently as if it had been done with a chisel. A memory she could never lose as long as she lived-it would be a part of her now and torment her like a haunting specter until she died and could at last free herself of this curse. All she could think of was her husband and her son and daughter. Oh dear Janice, I can't let something like this happen to her! She's so pure and innocent, it would kill her for sure!
Gloria knew the only hope for her daughter, for her whole family, rested in her nakedly ravished body now, and though she was helpless at the mercy of these maniacs, she still had the power to protect her precious daughter, to save her from being destroyed, blinded to all that was good and wonderful about sex by this lewd, lascivious attack that would cripple her mind as surely as a bullet. She would show them, she would show them she could please, would please! To save her own beloved, she would be what they wanted, no matter what it cost her. It was a whore they wanted, and a whore they would get! They wanted her to suck them, she would suck as no whore could suck! She would fuck as no whore could fuck!
Her tortured, half-crazed mind wandered on aimlessly, stumbling to make some microscopic semblance of sanity from this horrible nightmare. And in her agonizing self-searching humiliation, she was able to deny, even to herself, the weird and unmistakable sensations she was just this instant only barely beginning to perceive. It was as if someone had lighted just one tiny lamp in the far reaches of her brain, and thought she couldn't see it clearly yet. She knew, God how she knew, that it was there.
Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the hotly blood-engorged flesh now, sucking it to draw the milky semen from it until he was drained empty and would collapse in exhaustion. Antonio groaned and twisted above her, raining Spanish and English obscenities down at the top of her lewdly bobbing head and watching with delight as the oval-shaped lips strained at his aching cock as though it were food dangled before a starving refugee. Below him, Juan played at the helpless brunette's forcibly kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, his mind ablaze now from the strange combined forces of the potent wine and the devastating cocaine, running his hands brutally over the milky softness of her flesh, twisting and squeezing it until small red welts appeared behind the path of his hands wherever they touched. Groaning, the wetness of his lips dropped to her naked back, laying a liquid path along her spine that sent involuntary shivers running to the tips of her lewdly jiggling breasts quivering under her abjectly kneeling body. They descended down toward the dark hidden crevice of her buttocks which his hands had already pulled roughly apart, his fingers curling down and rummaging animal-like in the wetly glistening slit of her vagina, still sopping and juicy from Rafael's ravishing assault on her pussy. His fingertips probed between the warm hair-lined lips that now throbbed in time to the cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and though Gloria squirmed and grunted her protests around the cock stuffed chokingly into her mouth, Juan knew better. His hands could feel the awakening in her innermost secret treasures, actually feel the hot moist flesh of her pinkly throbbing pussy lips begin to stir and shiver with rising excitement. God, she was getting turned on! He would never have really expected this, not of a married woman with kids, but he could see it with his own eyes!
He moistened the tip of his middle finger in the wetness of her cunt and slowly stroked it up the crevice of her buttocks toward the tight, tiny ring of her anus, mumbling incoherently in the wild excitement of having this yankee's wife twisting helplessly under the lewd probings of his hands, quivering under his virile touch like a schoolgirl in the backseat of a car. The tip of his middle finger, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled teasingly around the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum and then with a sudden piercing thrust, sank deep up inside her.
Gloria jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain of Juan's finger in her rectum, and Antonio thrust up again, impaling her mouth deeper on his fleshy cock shaft until she felt as though it would suffocate her. She gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the long finger digging deep into her ass-hole. Grunts of protest escaped from around the tightness of her lips as Juan dug deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe.
Her concentration on her brutally skewered anus was short lived as she felt a sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on the huge thick cock. Antonio's pelvis began jerking wildly and fucking his lust-engorged cock deeper and deeper up into her wetly sucking mouth. She could feel it throbbing against the warm, moist insides of her cheeks and tongue and she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth, the ultimate humiliation he could heap upon her - any second now this horrible man's hot viscous cum would spurt down her tender throat and into her naked belly as his balls emptied in one heaving gasp.
But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that she had brought upon herself by defending her precious daughter from these fiends. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as Juan behind lewdly stretched and pulled at the tightly puckered ring of her cringing rectum, chuckling his obscene observations in both English and Spanish to himself as he played at will in the white fleshy confines of her wetly upturned anal crevice, his eyes watching the incredibly lascivious display.
Antonio groaned above her flailing head and rammed deeper up into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band around her skull. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her throat. Gloria groaned as she continued sucking and swallowing in rapid rhythm, gulping the gushing sperm squirting hotly up into the warm wet moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the wildly jerking instrument, swirling her tongue maddeningly around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him somehow, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His groans of pleasure, perceived by her in her half-crazed state as pain, only incited her to greater effort. It continued for what seemed like an eternity and she thought it would never end until finally, the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped. The finger in her expanded rectum popped out and Juan pushed her forward roughly.
"All of it, woman! Lick him clean!" he ordered.
Gloria followed his command quickly, anxious to end this nightmare. She began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from his fly and began to lick around it twirling the tip of her tongue into the thin sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her roundly ovaled lips. She could feel his softening cock jerk slightly under her delicate touch, and she hurried to complete her degrading task before it sprang to life again. A moment later, it was clear of all his wasted cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated and sank to a rubbery softness.
"Juan, that was really something," Antonio breathed above in heavily accented English, looking down at the tiny trickle of semen streaking Gloria's chin. "Let her suck you now, amigo."
Juan didn't immediately reply - there was an unmistakable cruel glint in his cold black eyes that sent an involuntary shiver along Gloria's bare spine. She no longer knew what to expect; anything and everything could come from these men's demented minds.
"I think not, Antonio. Maybe I try something new ... I don't think she has had much back here, no?" And with those lewd words, he gave her anus a hard jab with his middle finger and sent her jerking away from his sudden touch.
Before she could resist or cry out in protest, Juan had pushed her shoulders down until her face was smashed into the sleeping bag beneath her, her nose ground into a sticky left-over stain from the other man's ejaculation. "Tie her wrists with the belt. I don't want her to be jerking around too much," Juan said. Antonio eagerly obeyed, then held the securely bound wrists in his own hands so that she was powerless to escape.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, afraid to risk infuriating either of her captors. She was trembling from head to foot; tiny shivers of terror could be seen rippling along her naked white skin.
"Don't worry, bitch. This is my specialty. You've never had better than I am about to give you now," he grinned evilly as he lowered his pants to the ground and kicked them off.
Gloria couldn't believe what he was proposing. She had prepared herself for anything, but not this! She would give them whatever they asked of her, but this wasn't human! This was for savages and animals! It wasn't right; he couldn't mean what he had said. Maybe he was just trying to scare her, to have a little sadistic fun with her before he fucked her. Surely he wasn't going to rape her there, not in her ass!
She clenched her buttocks and legs tightly together behind her in reaction to the horrible thought. Both his hands had probed mercilessly into her hidden backside passage and it had hurt terribly. But this would kill her - he couldn't put his cock in there! He was too big; she couldn't possibly take it up inside her back there.
"Such a beautiful ass," she heard the big man gasping from behind. "This will be a pleasure!"
Through the mist of her terror-struck thoughts, she felt his hands opening her buttocks, drawing the cheeks wide apart. She tried to hold them tensed together, but the pressure of his thumbs in the moist crevice between her covering ass-cheeks was too great. They were cruelly stretched away from each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior between her legs.
"Still too tight. Maybe better I should stretch it some more."
* * *
In the nearby thicket, a hidden shadowy figure watched with fiercely intense eyes everything that was happening. Maria had quietly eased away from the campfire on the beach for a moment, knowing that with what was going on there, she wouldn't be missed. She took in all that was happening and there in that moment sensed for good just who and what these men were, these men she once would have trusted with her life. But that was before, far into the past now, and Maria knew she must live for the present and the future. She took one last look at this helpless woman, kneeling like a slave and tied up like some kind of animal, Juan's middle finger prodding her ass viciously as the two of them looked on and laughed back and forth at their great fun. Now Maria knew ... before it was only vague, but now it was as clear as the morning would be in a few hours. She knew what had to be done - and she would do it!
* * *
Gloria could feel the tip of his middle finger again at the entrance of her naked rectum and she clenched the tiny puckered lips tight in a desperate effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking his middle finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle again. Gloria jumped from the anticipated pain that was not as keen as she thought it would be. She was still stretched a bit back there from his previous probings while she had sucked Antonio's cock a few moments ago. She relaxed slightly until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger ram unexpectedly in alongside the first. It hurt this time, and badly! She jerked forward to escape its painful entry, her body moving a few inches along the sleeping bag, groaning a muffled cry as she did so.
"Oh, please, please don't do it there," she begged, trying to keep her voice down so that Emory and the kids wouldn't hear. Tears of pain and humiliation ran down her cheeks again as the realization came to her that he had not just been talking. He was going to fuck her there! He was going to stick that long thick cock of his fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act of love that was forbidden in all the civilized societies of the world. This was the ultimate humiliation and surrender and Gloria could feel rather than see the leering looks on their faces as they stared down at her totally helpless nakedness while her body was being punished and used in the most obscene and degrading ways imaginable. She would never live through it, she knew she wouldn't. Never face the world again after this horror and subjugation. Surely she would die; having returned from this purgatory here on earth, there was no place for her among the living.
She cringed her full rounded buttocks away from him but it was useless; he planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed her down tight, trapping her between the sleeping bag and his fingers digging cruelly into her back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned the fingers in the tight narrow hold.
As suddenly as he had shoved the fingers in, he pulled them out of her. They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to her buttocks and licked wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole with his tongue in preparation for the coming assault.
"Kneel up ... higher," he suddenly commanded, eager for the ultimate subjugation of her piteously trembling body. She hesitated for a moment and felt his hand on her hips jerking them to the kneeling position, her breasts still pressed tightly down on the bag under her. Her buttocks were high in the air behind her, waving lewdly as if in open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness before the threat of his wanton assault.
His knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy and she bit down on her lower lip to keep back the tears of helpless frustration brimming to her eyes.
His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moist naked split of her behind. She gasped from the first contact in surprise. It was huge! Even bigger than the one she had been forced to cruelly suck to fulfillment a few minutes ago. She hadn't expected anything like this-God, she didn't know cocks came this big! She could never take that up in her rectum without ripping her belly in half! She jerked forward again attempting to move away from the threatening monster.
"Hold her shoulders down, she's trying to get away!" shouted Juan. Antonio's hands quickly dug into her shoulders, pressing them hard and flat against the sleeping bag. She could not move at all; she was wide and helpless before this unnatural onslaught of depravity from the man behind her. She could feel his hairy loins and his enormous searching penis probing hard into her softly yielding ass-cheeks.
The sadistic Cuban's hands coursed down over her nakedly upthrust buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny clenched anus stretching it wide. Then, she felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard, unrelenting bluntness.
"No, please ... aaaaaaawwwwwww!" she gasped in a soul-shattering screech as she felt the tightly-resisting nether ring finally giving way before the unyielding pressure, the tip of his lust-engorged cock popping inside with a lewd jerk.
She screamed again, mindless of her promise not to give in, and then groaned loudly, but there was no one to help her. Had she guessed what was happening only a few yards away, the pain would have been too much to bear. But there was no one to help her. There was no one in the world. All that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from the beast behind and the cruel hands pressing her shoulders down toward the earth. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helplessly naked body. The blunt intrusion of this thick cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh up inside her widely-stretched anal passage in great waves of sharp pain before it, filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on a thick spit. She grunted in submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the smooth softness of her buttocks. The cruel fleshy spear of his penis was buried to the hilt in her asshole.
She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the stone-hard cock like so much meat being roasted over an open fire.
Juan, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft aching depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her dry, parched lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as Juan levered up behind her on his knees and began to fuck the full length of his punishing rod up into her with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping flesh out with his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. She was dimly aware of Antonio chuckling stupidly to himself and pushing back hard on her shoulders with each lunge the rampaging cock made into her behind, trapping her servile body between the skewering from behind and his hands in front. She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its vengeful master.
Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared painfully into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure floating through the silence of the woods around them and hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him though she could do nothing about it now. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of her pain, she clasped her anal muscles tightly, trying to rip the plunging column of flesh from his body.
"Jesus, she's so tight inside!" he groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping it. She couldn't stand for the indecent, forbidden sodomizing of her rectum to continue much longer, even though the pain was lessening now. The humiliation was just too great. Kneeling in total submission before these foreigners slaving obscenely over her body was too much for her tormented mind to absorb. She had to end it, she had to, and she prayed for the strength to please these animals as she knew she must so that it would all be over.
She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping his lust-engorged penis tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the out-stroke. Juan watched the reddish skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks before him.
"Give it all to her now, Juan! She looks like she's ready!"
Juan groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as he wished now-she was a slave kneeling before him, prepared to follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance left in this voluptuous married woman impaled so lewdly on his throbbing cock. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before and she would love it-hell, she was loving it now as he watched the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him like some sort of maniacal female demon he had trapped and forced to submit to his lustful demands, her dark hair falling around her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly in front of him, her face twisted with shame and fear.
Gloria's face rolled from side to side on the crumpled sleeping bag and he could see it flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end; she grunted and groaned with him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her ass-hole with the hot seething sperm of his orgasm.
Juan sensed her sudden frantic need and began to ram rapidly into her, hard and deep with every stroke, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his hugely expanding cock. His eyes bulged wide at the lewd spectacle of her beautiful white body bucking before him, and the sadistic desire to hurt her more rippled through him as he slammed forward with a mighty thrust up her anus like a wave of raging flame.
"Aaaaaagggghhh!" she moaned piteously, and he flicked the end of his mammoth prick deep inside her rectal passage. "Aaaaawwwww!"
With the last half groan, half scream, Gloria could feel the giant ravishing shaft of flesh begin to grow and expand until she was certain it would never stop. It was killing her! The muscles and tender pink flesh of her brutally plundered ass-hole were being stretched beyond all human endurance, but still he fucked her harder and harder!
"Please, please, for God's sake, cum! Cum!" she gasped, amazed at her own words as they came out, vile and besmirched like one of them, and she fucked back against him wildly, out of control in blind agony.
He gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering .from his opened lips and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the very walls of her softly quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave up into her rubbery sucking depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tightly back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling her soft elastic rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He groaned with release and collapsed over her body.
After awhile, she felt his weight lifting from her nakedly abused body and the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking sound from the confines of her flooded, ravaged anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness back there, but nothing like the horror of the beginning. She was no longer virginal anywhere now, and there was nothing left for them to do to her. They had debauched and humiliated her now in every way possible and she could never forget it, but she still had one thing left - her love for Emory and the children. She would do it again for them, do it a million times if these savages wanted it of her. But now, the other one wanted pleasure, wanted to feel his turgid prick buried inside her. And suddenly, she wasn't repulsed as before, even at the thought of this misshapen, hideous man poking his thick lustful penis into her ... they wanted pleasure, and she would give them pleasure. It was weird and almost unspeakable, but she felt something undeniably familiar deep in her belly, some sort of strange tingling sensation at just the thought of satisfying these two strange men in the most primeval manner possible. It was as if some unknown hidden part of her soul was suddenly speaking to her. Some tiny minuscule fragment of her very being that was a legacy from her dark, distant past, eons ago in the steaming wilderness of some jungle, perhaps on an island like this. This unheard, unseen voice was suddenly communicating with her, guiding her, urging her on ... God, could it be that she actually liked for men to do things like this to her!? Could there be some part of her that craved the forbidden, hungered for the wickedness of unbridled lust!?
Her eyes were tightly shut as she felt the strap being loosened from her wrists and the huge strong hands that had held her head so tightly before now rolled her over onto her back. There was the faintest trace of a thin smile on her lips as she obediently complied, drawing her legs up at his command, her feet flat on the wrinkled, stained sleeping bag that had warmed her child just a few short hours ago. She let her legs limply fall open in tantalizing slowness. She knew what they wanted now and she might as well give it to them.
"Juan, she's a real tiger! Look at her, ready for it already!" Antonio gasped as he looked down at the firm voluptuousness of her nakedly sweating body spread waiting before him.
She felt his heavy weight crawling onto the sleeping bag and up between her openly spread and waiting legs. She curled them around his hips without being told as he reached down and pressed the bluntness of his cock between the swollen pink edges of her moist and unresisting cunt. He drove forward with a grunt, impaling her again on the thick shaft of flesh. Gloria groaned in justified surrender and, tightening her arms around this vile man's neck, pressed open her wet lips against his, horribly ashamed of what she was doing, but totally unable to help herself now as with a deep moan, she sucked his tongue deep into her mouth and felt his enormous driving cock bottom in her belly, surging into her like a white-hot rod of superheated steel. Yes, she would please them, anything they wanted. She contracted the muscles of her vagina tightly and unashamedly around the lustfully surging organ and began a slow rhythmic rotation of her hips and buttocks that was as old as time itself - woman satisfying man, her natural role in the order of the universe, and she was only a part of it. There was no longer reality, no longer the present - just the sheer wanton pleasure of this man's lust-quenching cock buried deep and deliciously far up inside her. She could feel it quivering and jerking in her very belly, and that thin smile on her lips widened into a teeth-baring snarl of pure animal surrender.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Janice Danfield had found herself unable to take her eyes off the big Cuban's boldly exposed penis as he paraded himself around his captives after Juan and Antonio had left. She knew what they were doing to her mother, or could guess, from the sporadic coughed screams and moans that came from the dark thicket beyond the slight rise at her left. Once, when the moon was clear and unobstructed by the fleecy tropical clouds that blew past, she was certain she could see their shadowy outlines, one of them kneeling at her mother's rear, wildly bucking as if he were riding a steer. And she could hear their muffled laughs and jokes as they reveled in the total debasement of her very own mother. Yet, somehow, none of that was real to her. It was far away, as if in another world somewhere, and none of it seemed as real and as ominous as this man right here. Rafael had his eyes on her, that she could be certain of, and his cold, relentless gaze never let up as she twisted and squirmed, still bound, beneath his vicious, calculating appraisal. She wished she had on more clothes, more besides these shorts that barely covered her panties and left her long legs bare and open to his stares, and this tiny jersey top that showed clearly the outlines of her breasts and even the tiny pert peaks of her nipples as they hardened shamelessly under his hungry appraisal. God, how she wished she'd dressed more sensibly! But how could she have known!?
Rafael had eagerly, openly eyed her for an eternity, pausing only to close his eyes as he sniffed another tiny spoonful of white powder into his nostrils and when his gaze returned, she could feel the change in his eyes, now gleaming with a reddish glow that was only half from the reflection of the smoldering fire. She could sense in some sort of extra-sensory way what was coming for her. And yet, strangely, she wasn't as frightened of it as she had expected to be. It was terrifying, of course, to even imagine that these men might do something to her like they were at this moment doing to her mother, but she wasn't as shaken by the thought as she might have been. Something was tempering her thoughts, tampering with her fears and apprehensions, something as powerful and deliberate as any drug, yet nothing had entered her body. She didn't know it yet, but young Janice Danfield, sixteen and innocent, was about to discover that this gnawing warmth in her very guts, this same sensation she had felt, with shame, when she and Danny were watching the Cuban girl being raped, was about to become the most important part of her very soul!
She hadn't believed her own ears at first, as if it was all a bad dream, but then, when he repeated his command, she knew it was for real.
Vaguely, as if recalling some remembered event from the distant past, she remembered her father's protests, his look of abject horror and sickening fear. She even remembered the look on Danny's face, a look like that of his father, only it was different. It was as if somehow Danny's face was only a mask, and beneath it lay another face, another expression.
"Take your clothes off, little girl, or I'll do it for you!" Raphael growled, repeating his order.
Janice looked nervously around, standing now, freed by the Cuban of her bonds. She was ashamed to look at her father and brother, and when she glanced at Maria, the girl only looked away and quietly left them, disappearing into the thicket beyond.
She grabbed the bottom of her pullover top and tugged it off her lithe young body, revealing her tightly clinging nylon bra. It was sheer and gauze-like, and through the fine material, Rafael could see her succulent young titties as clearly as if she was wearing nothing. Her soft pink nipples crowned the firm, ripening mounds, and through his eyes they were the most tempting twin morsels on earth. The cocaine was starting to take effect now, and he wanted this magnificent little creature more than anything. She was tastily appealing, like a sweet dessert after an excellent meal, and now he wanted her naked.
Rafael licked his lips as his eyes feasted on Janice's firm, proud girlish breasts, the pert coral-pink aureoles in whose centers there arose the dainty, jutting buds of her nipples. She fumbled nervously with the straps and hooks and then freed her young breasts from their restraint, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her half-naked with the small peach-like swellings of her virgin breasts exposed to their eyes. She caught one furtive glance at her father and brother from the corner of her eyes before she looked away, too humiliated to face them. Emory Danfield hung his head in beaten defeat, sobbing quietly to himself, unable to bring himself to even look at this horrible degradation his lovely young daughter was being forced into. But was it her imagination, or did Danny suddenly look away when her eyes caught his? Was he, like Rafael, staring at her hungrily, or was it only a fleeting fantasy?
Danny had tried to look down respectfully, but he couldn't keep his eyes off his ripening kid sister, even for a minute. He'd been away so much at school these last three, years that she was more like a friend to him anyway than a sister, and he couldn't get the memory of that day he watched her in her bedroom, fondling and caressing herself like some sex goddess just coming of age. And now he was seeing it all again!
"Now the shorts ... and hurry!" Rafael's voice was thick and slurred from the cumulative effects of the cocaine and wine and he looked about to collapse at any moment. But again the trembling, half-naked teenager obeyed, unbuttoning her shorts and stooping to push them down over her long bare legs until they reached her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving them there on the sand. Now all she had remaining were the thin nylon panties which clung tightly against the prominent swell of her soft pubic mound; through the crotchband of the panties the Cuban could see the vague outline of her triangle of sparse dark pussy hair.
"Everything!" Rafael pointed to her one last protective garment, her thin panties and Janice began to cry softly as she slowly and with trembling fingers pulled down the flimsy nylon veil that hid her naked innocence. Immediately, she clapped a hand over her unguarded pussy and crooked her elbow so that her other arm covered the vulnerable, quivering nakedness of her firm, young breasts. She could see her older brother from the corner of her eye, staring incredulously now, seemingly without shame, as his gaze locked on this rare and erotic spectacle.
Janice was sobbing so hard she could hardly see, and her father was reduced to just an occasional dry, heaving gasp now and then as he wallowed piteously in his anguish, unable to stop this nightmare, helpless to assume his time-tempered role of protector and guardian of his daughter's innocence.
The young teenager's eyes suddenly returned to Rafael, and to the incredible happening that was taking place before her very eyes. His sex thing, that frightening, rubbery penis she had seen moments ago dangling from his pants, was now hard and fully erect like the bowsprit of a ship jutting out from his loins, long and stiff and so big! She froze suddenly in her tracks as he looked at her menacingly and took one cautious step in her direction. Janice was only vaguely aware of a movement behind her.
Maria had returned to the campsite, her mind reeling with a million thoughts, a million plans. It took her a moment to realize what had happened in her absence - the young Danfield girl was naked, and Rafael's huge erection left no doubt what he planned for the innocent child. No, she told herself, this can't be! It is one thing for these animals to vent their filthy desires with me, or even with the woman, for she is at feast able to live with this. But not this young girl! She's hardly more than a child!
But Maria knew there was little chance of reasoning with Rafael in this state; she could see the look of hate and sadistic lust in his eyes and she knew it was hopeless to beg for the girl's safety. No, that was too much to ask ... but maybe there was a way yet, not a very pretty way, but better than the scar of losing her innocence to this vicious snarling animal better she be raped by a wild dog! Maria knew what she must do ...
"Rafael, you didn't tell me there was entertainment!" she nearly shouted. "It is just like you to save all the fun for yourself. Now I have missed the beginning of the show."
The big dark-skinned Latin looked at her numbly for a moment, confused by this sudden burst of enthusiasm from this woman who had been so quiet and secretive since their little fun-making back at their boat. He eyed her suspiciously, but the cocaine wouldn't let his thoughts congeal; his mind was like soft, shimmering gelatin, flowing and unstructured.
"Sit down, lover, and we will watch together. Ringside seats, no? Just like a couple of rich American pigs out for a night on the town in old Havana." She pushed him back away from the girl and urged him down onto the warm sand; his lips parted as if to speak, but he complied without protest, his eyes mirroring his confusion and distrust, but Maria was fast and alert and she could easily counter any move he might make before he could think it out. "Who shall it be? I think maybe the kid, no? He seems interested enough. Look at that gleam in his eyes. I think he wants some of this for himself."
Emory had looked up at the girl's first words, and now he managed to speak, hoarse cries coming from a man who could have been a bombing victim from the looks of him. "No! You can't mean it! That's unthinkable, you couldn't do such a thing!"
Janice's tears had ceased to flow and she only looked on mutely, terrified beyond belief and utterly confused at this girl's harsh words. How could she, after what they did to her? How could she be like them?
But Maria's suggestion had found a hand-hold in the slippery whirlpool of Rafael's brain and now he had taken up the cry as if it were his own. Suddenly in his own twisted thoughts, there had been no other plan but this one. "Get your clothes off, boy! Your sister is waiting!"
Oh God, it was true! It's really going to happen to me! Danny is going to rape me with that thing of his while they look at us naked like a couple of monkeys in a cage! How can I ever face anyone again ... how can I go on living!?
Maria jumped up and freed young Danny's hands, but the teenager hesitated at the thought of taking his clothes off in front of his sister and these people. Rafael was in no mood for delay, and at the first sign of stalling, he clicked back the hammer of the carbine that lay across his lap and lifted it to a firing position. "Now!"
"Oh, Danny, please ... no!" Janice's eyes were huge and glazed with fear as she tried to conceal her young virginal nakedness with her hands and arms, her ripe little breasts heaving as her chest rose and sank with fear.
"I-I have to, Janice," Danny mumbled, his voice cracking with emotion. "They'll kill us both if we don't do what they say." Deep inside his inner thoughts, he still seriously doubted that they were in that sort of danger, but he knew there was no way out except to obey. His eyes feasted on the ivory nakedness of his lovely younger sister - she was like some teenage model from a women's magazine, fresh and glistening as if she'd just stepped from the shower and was posing for a soap advertisement. He remembered how she'd looked that day he'd accidentally spied on her, playing with herself. And just that thought made him feel a searing flash of pain in his loins as his horny prick sprang up with agonizing rigidity. Slowly, stalling for time, he pulled off his jeans, then took the time to carefully remove his shoes and socks, and finally his shirt. Soon, only his undershorts remained, and he fought with himself to try to still those lustful memories that were echoing in his mind. God, I've got to do something to get rid of this hard-on!
"Hurry it up, kid!" shouted Rafael, and his tone was harsher, less patient and more frightening now. Danny had no choice but to obey, and with a quick tug, bent over at the waist and turned away from his sister and father, he pulled off his undershorts.
"Hey, would you look at that! Man, is he ready!" came the expected cat-call from the Cuban. Janice looked up as her brother turned around and her eyes widened with new fear and amazement. It's so big! It's as long as that man's and nearly as thick! God, he can't put that big thing in me!
But Janice didn't have long to think about it, for Rafael was tired of waiting for his little amusement. "Lie down on the sand there by the fire, girl. On your back, and make it-fast or I'll shoot you both!"
Janice nervously sank to her knees, then sprawled onto the warm sand, her thighs clutched together, but her hands hopelessly unable to conceal her lovely innocent nakedness now. Danny looked down at her, his eyes falling on the tiny vee-shaped wedge of fluff between her legs, on the long smoothness of her incredibly supple thighs and legs. God, she was beautiful! His own sister, but he couldn't help the way he thought-she was ravishing!
At Rafael's orders, Danny lowered himself to the ground, crouching over his nakedly squirming sister, panting with the agony of his shameful pent-up desires. "I-I've got to do it, Sis," he stammered nervously. "You do understand, don't you?"
"No more words! I'm sick of words!" screamed Rafael, his voice suddenly higher and shriller with his fury. "Fuck her! Fuck her, Goddamn you!"
Emory had looked up, his hands still behind his back, but all he could manage was a hoarse sobbing protest and a futile shake of his head.
Danny pulled open his sister's thighs as she resisted at first, then surrendered, knowing there was no other answer. He pulled them first wide open, then pushed her thighs back against her chest, crushing the soft ripening mounds of her breasts beneath her own knees.
He hated himself for it, but his eyes were sparkling with desire as he sank down onto his naked sister, the head of his eager, youthful prick rutting up into the helplessly upturned crevice of her virginal young cunt with a mind of its own, seeking out the tiny, fear-clenched pink lips of her untried pussy hidden somewhere in the dark fleecy down of her pubic curls. Her thighs squirmed and twisted as she decided at this one last opportunity to resist this awful thing that was happening to her. She croaked a horrified scream that was barely audible, but the eagerness of her much stronger brother was more than a match for her protective defenses and he seemed to come alive as if lighted by a torch as his body touched hers, as his own bare flesh came into lustful, forbidden contact with her innocent girlish nakedness. His prick began to jab vigorously around in the furrow of her pussy until it found its mark and slipped into the tiny hair-lined slit between her moist pink pussy-lips. She felt him rock forward, throwing all his weight behind the battering-ram attack of his eager, rutting cock. A bolt of searing pain shot through her loins as the hard, fleshy pole of masculine dominance began to enter her, then stopped short as the purplish, distended head came up against the warm virginal seal of her maidenhead. "Oh, please, Danny, please, don't ... "
Danny's hands were on her shoulders and his weight forced her down hard and flat against the sand; she could feel the graininess of it in the perspiration-soaked crevice of her buttocks as she involuntarily clenched the firm young cheeks of her ass together to guard her hidden treasure-channel from this sinful assault. But the tightening of her buttocks only heightened her brother's lustful attack as the increased pressure of her vaginal muscles pulled him deeper into her untried pussy slit, pushing aside the warm, trembling walls of her vagina as he entered her inch by inch. She could feel him up inside her! He was so big and huge between her legs! God, it hurt!
Janice's face twisted with horror and pain as she felt her brother's stiff young cock bang up against her fearfully cringing maidenhood and she squirmed and grunted in one last valiant struggle to retain her honor but it was hopeless. As he gruntingly shoved his desire-hardened prick deep into her virginal cleft, she could feel her taut membrane shudder and then, reluctantly, part as his eagerly probing penis channeled deep into her belly, opening up the walls of her vaginal sheath for the very first time as the throbbing, lust-inflated knob of his cock rammed and bullied its way up into her womb. "Aaaaaawwwwwww! Oooohhhhh! Take it out of me, Danny, please, it hurts! It hurts!" she cried shrilly at the agonizing loss of her virginity.
But her brother was lost in the rapturous excitement of her constricting cunt walls against his ripping manhood and with a gasping cry, unable any longer to suppress these hidden, primeval passions that had burned their way out of the recesses of his unconscious and seized control of his strong young body, he seized her with both hands on her chest, his fingers caressing wildly the soft peach-like globes of her tender breasts and forced himself up into her to the very hilt of his thin young cock. Her eyes bulged and glazed over, her face contorted from the horror and the shame as much as the sharp pain. Her nostrils flared as a soulful moan came from deep inside her ravaged nakedness.
Young Danny needed no prodding from the drug-maddened gunman now; his wild, savage thrusts came from a deeper source and he was mindless of the eyes on him as he fucked his beautiful naked sister, relishing the feel, the incredibly wicked sensation, much as a child enjoys the fruit of his forbidden labors. Something inside him had taken over, and he wasn't able to fight it now at all - some animal desire hidden so long in his very genes had surged into command of his thoughts and his body and he was rabid with inflamed lust.
With his overheated state and his painful lack of sexual experience, it wasn't long before he could feel the tide beginning to swell out of his lustfully swollen balls and as a sharp cry escaped his lips, he shuddered visibly again and again as his thick hot sperm flowed in sticky waves, spurting incestuously up into his sister's nakedly squirming belly. She sobbed softly as she felt the warmth of his load searing inside her, sending involuntary shivers through her body as he emptied his balls into the tightly-clutching orifice of her warmly constricting pussy. And with one last shiver, he finished it - one final jerking burst from the end of his prick that spurted up into her womb and sent an electric shudder along the tiny ridges of her spine.
But almost before Danny could pull his deflated, lifeless cock from his own sister's tight grip, Rafael was on his feet and moving towards them. Maria's hand went to her mouth and she nearly cried out. Oh no, is he going to rape the poor girl anyway?!
But the gunman's plans were of a different nature and now that his voyeuristic urges had been tapped, he wanted no time wasted between acts. He had something even better in mind now and his mind was focused on it with singular concentration - "Now you, Goddamn you!" he yelled at Emory who was staring mutely at the sand between his feet. "You've had so much to say, let us see what you can do. I think now is your turn, my friend," he sneered between yellowed teeth, his eyes narrow slits of glowing flame.
Emory looked up at his captor as the horrified awareness of what this maniac had just proposed came over his face like a mask being pulled from his features. "No! No!" he screamed pitifully, "I won't! I won't! I'll die first!"
But Rafael had anticipated his response and he carefully raised the American-made carbine until it was level with his hip, cocked it and turned it toward Emory as he sat, hands still behind his back, close to the fire. His eyes reflected his fierce determined pledge to die rather than be a party to this God-forbidden unspeakable act. But Rafael only grinned down at him and stepped away and with a menacing laugh, placed the barrel of the rifle against his daughter's temple. She cried out in fright as the cold steel grazed her head and Emory managed to get to his feet. "No! You wouldn't! Please, take the gun away from her head before it goes off!"
Rafael kept the gun in position, aimed at the girl as she lay helplessly on the sand, oblivious of her nakedness now with instant death just a finger's movement away. "Maybe you are ready to die, old man, but how about the girl? I give you one last chance ... do what I told you or I shoot the girl."
His daughter's eyes were pools of incredulous fear and consternation as she saw Maria, at Rafael's command, unzip her father's pants and pull his limp penis out into the open. She looked away, ashamed to see this private part of her father's anatomy like this, but she quickly returned her gaze - the fear of not knowing was worse than the terror and shame of seeing it happen. Rafael told him he would leave the bonds on his wrists and that Maria would help him and then he turned his attention back to her. She felt her blood run cold as he looked down at her. "Get on your hands and knees and don't move a muscle, understand?" he growled. She nodded weakly and complied.
"Down on your knees!" he screamed at Emory. "Rub your cock in that little pussy until it gets nice and hard. Maria, why don't you feel him up a bit yourself; it might help things along."
Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Emory slowly obeyed. He felt the matted puss curls of his daughter's tiny hair-lined cleft, wet and sticky with his son's own discharge, as the soft, yielding ridges of her incestuously violated cunt were stroked with the head of his limp cock held closely in Maria's tightened palm. Maria suddenly reached inside his pants and fondly squeezed his testicles and then stroked her fingertips through the crevice of his buttocks, bringing a shiver of involuntary response that, try as he might, he could not suppress. He didn't need to look down to know what had happened - he felt his stomach knot and his heart stop as suddenly, beyond his control, his cock began to grow hard and stiffen. The softness of his daughter's quivering thighs, her panting young breasts dangling beneath her, had made his prick harden against his iron will and he felt suddenly very ashamed.
"Put it in her!" snarled Rafael menacingly and from behind him he heard a rustling in the bushes as Juan and Antonio, exhausted and satisfied from their lascivious ravishment of Danfield's wife, returned to the camp. With a gasp of resignation, Emory arched his back and prodded deep against the curly sparseness of her pussy fleece, found his mark, and with his hands bound still behind his back, felt himself slip slowly into the palpitating lips of his naked young daughter's moist cuntal furrow. Maybe it was his imagination, but it almost seemed that she pushed back against him, hurrying the entry of his thick penis as it eased incestuously up into her tender, moist cleft.
In utter desperation, Emory thrust home and his cock drove down the still narrow and twitching channel until it ground deeply inside her, her buttocks smashed hard against his pelvis as every inch of his man-sized prick sank out of sight in the young girl's vaginal sheath.
Emory Danfield, executive and devoted husband, father of two, flushed with a shame unlike any he'd ever known, his breathing heavy. With his hardened cock now tightly clasped by the soft sheathing walls of his young daughter's cunt, he knew only the delicious forbidden rapture of this incestuous union. Her trembling young body was his and he reveled at this newly-found awareness, unaware that yet another pair of eyes were now on this shameful coupling here in the fire's glow.
Gloria, ashamed and sore all over from the vicious abuse the other men had heaped on her in the nearby clearing, had returned to be with her family. Gone was her dignity, her pride, her self-respect. But at least she had the one thing that made it all worth the cost-she had protected her children from this shameful nightmare, and that was all she had sworn to do.
She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes at first refusing to believe what they perceived. She took it all in slowly, like a camera's eye panning a scene from some sleazy sex movie - Danny, naked and kneeling beside his sister, his cock hard and stiff as if he intended to use it in her; Janice, her beloved daughter, naked and kneeling as she had been forced to kneel. But not before her captors, not humbly reduced to the degrading position of love-slave before some maniac foreigners ... before his own father! God, what was he doing to her! What had happened!
Her hands jerked to her throat as she gasped for air, swaying between consciousness and collapse ... she tried to scream but the sound was stuck in her throat. She could do nothing but stare ...
* * *
Suddenly Janice, having seen her mother and now caught up in the helpless throes of this lewd incestuous passion that inflamed her in its fury, uttered a sobbing groan. She could feel it ... that gnawing sensation she had carried around with her since that night when Chris had practically raped her, the same feeling she had shamefully perceived earlier tonight when she had witnessed these men and what they did to the other girl ... this same burning ember that gnawed at her insides suddenly burst into raging fire and she could no longer keep it inside her. Like a burning coal it scorched through her very belly and burst out of her in a piercing scream that carried on the night wind like the shrill siren of a lonely buoy ... "Oh, Daddy ... Daddy, I'm going to cum! I can't help it! Oh! Oh! ... Make me cum, Daddy! Make me!"
Her legs spread wider, her young firm buttocks grinding frantically back against her own flesh and blood as her whole body jerked and leaped in the spasms of her first real moment as a woman ... she was having her first orgasm, and it was happening here, like this, at the knees of her father.
Emory Danfield could help himself no longer; he thrust deeper and harder into his own daughter's hungrily clasping and sucking channel as she greedily pulled all of his manhood into her ravenously eager little pussy and he felt himself explode until he quivered with the devastating effects of this moment, tasting for the first time his daughter's soft, quivering ecstasy, her own flesh fused with his in lascivious, forbidden fulfillment!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Emory and Gloria Danfield and their children stood quietly on the darkened beach, not saying anything to heighten the feelings of inner shame and humiliation each of them felt in his own way. Rafael had tired of this amusement, and he and the others had launched their tiny boat from the opposite end of this small empty key and now it was tied alongside their rented cruiser. Maria had left with the others, but now she had returned, on foot, as her male companions pored over their boat's supplies and disabled its engines and radio. Emory winced as he saw the short one throw a handful of gutted wires and tubes from the ship-to-shore into the sea. He wondered how long it would be before they would be found-they weren't exactly lost on some desert isle, but this place was far enough off the beaten track to go unnoticed for days, maybe a week. He hoped they'd leave enough food to keep them from starving, but he knew better than to bring it up. Just the mention might give the big nasty one the idea of taking it all, leaving them to die a lingering death if they weren't soon rescued.
Maria stopped in front of them in the darkness now that the fire had burned down to one softly glowing coal. She looked first to Danny and Janice, for it seemed that they shared some common bond, but the teenagers couldn't bear to face her. She had been their hope; she wasn't like the others. Or at least it seemed that way at first, but not now. Now they could see her for what she was ... she was as cruel and vicious as Rafael.
She glanced up at Emory and his eyes caught hers in the dim starlight. A message seemed to pass between them, some glimmer of understanding that was passed without words, without sounds.
"Maria, come on!" shouted Juan from their little craft. She knew it was time to leave, that daylight was only a couple of hours away and that they had a rendezvous awaiting them. Her hand went out to Emory and he returned it, surprised at this gesture, and then she turned on her heels and dashed across the beach and waded into the shallow warm Caribbean. They all watched as she was hauled aboard, her wet clothes clinging like a second skin. Rafael cast them a vicious look, the sneer of the conqueror over the vanquished and then they were gone, disappearing across the dark water and into the night.
Emory watched until the boat was out of sight, then spoke, "She left me this." Gloria struck a match and held it close to the paper in his hands and Emory read aloud the scrawled pencil note that was all they had left of this night:
Please forgive me. I did what had to be done. Better you than some pig like Rafael. In time, your daughter will understand and forgive you.
As for these animals, they have betrayed the very oath we all swore to die for and when we reach the U.S., I have friends who will deal with them as they so deserve.
Do not worry for your safety. I will notify the authorities and you will be rescued soon. Please remember me as a friend.
* * *
Each of them stared for a few moments at the note, as if by looking closer they could fathom some meaning to their hidden personal confusion and anxieties that had surfaced this unforgettable night. Finally, Gloria broke the silence. "I'm going out to the boat and try to rest. Maybe they left us our bunks if nothing else."
"Yeah, me too," added Danny, a little anxious now as he sensed the warmth of his mother's touch. Her arm was around his shoulders and he could feel something strange, something unusual about her gesture. Somewhere in his mind, he sensed what it was, but he was afraid to bring it out, afraid to come face to face with this reality and deal with it like a man.
Gloria felt his nervousness as she cuddled him to her side. And she too had sensed something had changed - there was a new, secret urge guiding her thoughts, urging her onward, something weird and wonderful born out of this night's terror. What had happened, Emory and Janice and that awful thing they had been forced to do, all of that somehow fused into one singular notion and now that was all that mattered inside her. She felt that she owed Danny something, that there was something she could do - must do - to make things all right again. She squeezed him to her side and felt the strength of his young virile body against hers in the dark. "Coming, Danny?"
They started toward the water's edge and Gloria glanced back finally but her husband and their daughter were not to be seen. At first she was alarmed, but then a muffled sigh came across the sand and she smiled. Yes, it was a woman's moan, not that of a little girl and she knew everything was finally the way it should be.
