"NOOO! DON'T!! NOT THAT! PLEASE, NOT THAT!" Tanya shrieked in horror, thrashing in vain to get free from her bonds, her eyes starting from her head in terror.
She was securely tied to a sloping, triangular shaped torture devise, with her legs spread wide apart.
Her trembling, curvaceous body was rendered completely vulnerable, her breasts jiggling as she desperately tried to escape from the torture that was impending.
She looked into the eyes of her hulking black tormentor. He was grinning diabolically as she struggled, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her terror.
She saw the deep scar on his cheek, grotesquely distorting his features as he grimaced. She saw his rock-hard, twelve inch pecker pulsating obscenely in the air, a droplet of translucent liquid quivering on the purplish knob.
Turk, the hulking, six foot three black terrorist, was gripping a sinister devise which he was slowly sliding forward.
It was a wooden arm, attached to a metal frame. At the end of the wooden arm were a series of razor sharp spikes, and they were being maneuvered closer and closer to her vulnerable, shaved pussy. Her pussy lips were moist and pink and aching from the gang bang she had just been subjected to. But this! This was worse!
Tanya screamed and sat up in bed, awakening from the nightmare.
"It's all right darling! You were dreaming!" her boyfriend, Roy, said soothingly, putting an arm around her and drawing her close.
"Oh, Roy!" she gasped shakily. "I wonder if I'll ever get over it! I wonder if I'll ever forget?"
CHAPTER ONE
"The Caribbean!" Tanya breathed, her limpid blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
"An isle miles away from civilization!"
The pretty blonde eighteen year old sighed in contentment, leaning back in her first-class plane seat and conjuring images of waving palm trees and large fruit drinks and white sandy beaches and clear, crystal blue waters lapping the shoreline.
"Treisiella," Kimberley mused reflectively, "I'd never even heard of Treisiella. Knowing my luck, it's probably just a chunk of rock in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by shark-infested waters! Now, Tahiti or Jamaica, that would make me feel a little less skeptical!"
"Listen!" announced Lola, the practical one, who was sitting by the window. "Treisiella. Population, 100,000, capital, St. John. Idyllic island in the Caribbean, just being discovered by the tourist trade and still unblemished. Beautiful weather all year round, lovely waters for swimming."
She put down the travel book and looked triumphantly at Kim, who sat between her and Tanya. "See, pessimist? It sounds to me like a veritable paradise!"
Kim shrugged and said, "I'll believe it when I see it!"
A young serviceman strolled down the aisle of the plane and did an appreciative double take as he passed the row of seats in which the three girlfriends were sitting and chatting.
He grinned at them, but the girls ignored him, so he shrugged and went on his way.
The three friends were quite an eyeful. All three were stunning blondes in their late teens, though they were different "types" and didn't appear to be sisters.
They had been raised in a small southern Californian town and had been best of friends as long as they could remember.
Lola Barrister was the eldest. She was a tall, slender girl with full, thrusting melon-sized breasts. Her hair was a deep golden hue, streaked with darker shades of blonde. It fell in long silken tresses about her shoulders. Her eyes were large and gray and mysterious, surrounded by long lashes. Her flesh was deeply tanned. She had a pert, upturned nose and a dazzling smile.
Now, Lola was dressed casually in a halter top which did little to conceal her thrusting jugs. The nipples of her breasts pressed against the thin material and were clearly outlined, and her midriff was bare.
She wore a pair of skin-tight designer jeans which hugged her sexy hips and long shapely legs.
Beside her was Kimberley Enkaw, the youngest of the three girls. Kim was a lovely miss whose blonde hair was almost a sandy hue, and was cut shorter than that of her two companions. It fell to about an inch about her shoulders in silky waves. Kim was just sixteen, but she was already a voluptuous, beautiful young woman.
She had a sweet, oval-shaped face with delicately hewn features. Large green eyes were set in her face above a small button-like nose and full, sensuous coral-pink lips.
Kim was wearing a light summer blouse which clearly displayed the delectable curves and contours of her womanly body. Her breasts were large and thrusting, and she had a slender, hour glass waist and shapely hips.
She wore cut-offs, exposing her long tanned legs, beautifully formed, tapering sexily at the ankles. On her feet she wore black high heels.
In the aisle seat sat Tanya Hyde. Tanya was seventeen, a beautiful blonde with a lively, vivacious personality and an infectious laugh. Her long silky tresses were so blonde they were almost white. She had a spritely, pretty face with twinkling baby blue eyes and a sexy, rosy red smile. If you looked very closely, you could see a smattering of faint freckles on her nose, but they didn't blemish her looks at all. In fact, they made her look even sexier.
Tanya also wore a halter top, like Lola's, and it showed a lot of cleavage. Her large, milky breasts were faintly freckled as well, pillowy lobes of succulent flesh which caused the halter top to balloon outward.
She wore a short skirt which ended rather abruptly below her hips, showing her gorgeous gams to perfection.
The three girls had boarded a plane at L.A. an hour earlier for the flight to the Caribbean and two weeks of idyllic relaxation. It was the first time any of them had been away from the West Coast. They had been to Las Vegas and Reno, and Tanya had family in Seattle whom she visited occasionally, but other than that, they had led rather insular lives up to that point.
Their conceptions of the outside world were drawn largely from a jumble of obscure newspaper articles and romantic novels and a rather distilled education. Treisiella was an utterly unknown place to them. It might as well have been Oz.
A few weeks earlier, Tanya had impulsively suggested that the three of them try to get on the game show, GUESS WHO? They were all avid watchers of the show, and it was a cinch for them to answer the questions asked.
They called the television station where the show was taped and got tickets the very next day.
On the show, groups of contestants formed by members of a family or a bunch of friends, competed to solve puzzles that hid the names of famous people.
The groups were picked at random from the studio audience. Tanya, Kimberley and Lola had the good fortune of being seated up front. And the three lovely blonde misses weren't likely to be overlooked by the host, notorious womanizer Jack Schultz. They were picked to be contestants almost at once!
And they won! They won six consecutive games!! They won six thousand dollars in cash, two cars, a dining room set, numerous other small gifts, and a two week vacation to the exotic Caribbean island of Treisiella.
It had been a dream come true for the lovely blonde girls. They didn't have very high paying jobs and had always wanted to travel but had never been given the opportunity. Tanya was a waitress, Kimberley was an aspiring singer who worked at a bar, and Lola worked behind the counter at a department store.
They had decided to use the free vacation almost at once, and all the arrangements had been made. They received first class plane tickets to the island, and a princely suite at the Royal Treisiella Hotel. They would have a car at their disposal and free meals at the hotel. It sounded absolutely marvelous!
The only disturbing thing that had occurred was something Tanya had seen in a paper the day before. She had purposely refrained from showing it to her friends, because she didn't want to agitate them.
It was a small article in the lower corner of the third page of the paper. The only reason Tanya had seen it was because she was looking at an article on cosmetics which was continued on the column directly adjacent to this article.
The heading ran: CARIBBEAN TERRORIST THREAT. The contents of the article startled and disturbed Tanya. It stated that in Treisiella, which was a British principality, the native population, mostly blacks who had at one time been slaves, were beginning to demand vociferously for home rule.
A group of the more radical native Treisiellan's had formed an underground movement known as the Black Scorpions. Their purpose was the overthrow the British governorship and take control of the island, throwing all white men off the island.
But the article ended on a positive note, suggesting that the Black Scorpions were only a very small faction of radicals and that there was really no cause for alarm.
Still, the suggestion that there was going to be political tension on this idyllic island paradise was more than a little disturbing to Tanya. And she knew that Kim, who had voiced doubts about the vacation, would magnify the dangers and that the impressionable Lola would be immensely frightened. So, Tanya had kept her thoughts to herself.
Lola had continued to flip through the guide book to Treisiella she had purchased at the airport. She came to one page where a native fisherman was shown in front of his boat by the crystal clear waters.
Something about the picture arrested Lola's attention. Something about that fisherman. He was garbed only in a colorful loincloth. The rest of his dark, chocolate-colored body was bared and glistening in the hot sun.
Unwittingly, Lola felt something stir in her body. A tremor of sensual excitement. The man was big and rugged and muscular. And there was a strange, insolent grin on his face, a mocking look in his eyes, as if he were thinking, "All right, white man, I'll pose for your pictures. But just wait. One day, when your back is turned, I won't be smiling anymore ... "
Lola uneasily turned the page. Something had fluttered through her, a suggestion of fear, a dark premonition of terror. A murky unknown quality about Treisiella momentarily disturbed her impressionable imagination. But she quickly shook this feeling away.
Tim Hunt paced restlessly up and down the aisle of the plane, like a wild animal in captivity, pacing up and down in its cage. The serviceman was feeling stifled and penned in.
He hated planes. He hated the sound of the engines droning. He hated the sudden lurch when they hit an air pocket. It brought back shady, uncomfortable memories. Memories of Viet Nam. And that was dangerous.
After Nam, he had come home -and promptly went berserk, rampaging through his town with a rifle, firing pot shots at scattering civilians in the town square. Thankfully, the shots had been wild and no one was hurt.
Nevertheless, he had been put in an institution for three years. The intensive psychiatric help had brought him back to a relatively normal state, and when he emerged into the real world again, he was able to function.
But the blinding flashes of insecurity and fear and rage would still come back, suddenly and unexpectedly, and he would have to struggle to control them at times. His wife had divorced him while he was in the mental institution, and had moved to New York with their kids.
He didn't care. He had had nothing to say to that woman when he came back from Nam. They had been utter strangers. She didn't understand his problems, and he couldn't remember what it was about her which had made him marry her. It had been just an empty, hollow shell of a relationship which no longer was.
Tim had dated women over the last couple of years, but had refused to let anyone get emotionally close to him. He had no trouble getting dates. Fuck, he was a terrifically good-looking dude.
At twenty-eight, he stood six feet tall and weighed a solid one hundred and ninety pounds. His heavily muscled body was honed by regular work-outs at a gym.
He had short-cropped brown hair and cool, gray eyes and a laconically grin. His jaw jutted forward stubbornly, and he carried himself with restless animal grace. Women were attracted to him like flies to honey.
But since Nam, Tim's sexual needs had changed. He fucked women as if he were fighting with them. He needed to dominate, to terrorize them, to force them to comply with his commands. He needed to read fear in their eyes.
This was one of the reasons his wife had left him. On his first night back from Nam, he had tied her up and threatened her with his rifle, and then raped her repeatedly.
She had left him the next day for a couple of Weeks, and then they had tried a reconciliation. The day after she returned, he had gone on his crazed rampage.
Because of his record in Nam, the army had graciously allowed him to re-enlist several months ago, after a thorough psychiatric examination, and he had been sent to work at a desk job in Berlin.
The army had arranged for him to stop off in Treisiella for a couple of days before he went on to Germany.
Now, as he strolled up and down the aisle in the big jumbo jet, his hands thrust in his pockets, his khaki shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal a tuft of coiling dark brown hair, Tim felt restless and anxious again.
The plane did that. It brought back memories of Nam, of that chopper crash, the time they had been shot down and he saw his buddies blown to bits as they scrambled to get free of the mangled wreckage ...
Savagely, Tim shook his head and gritted his teeth. He had to keep those thoughts out of his mind. It only made him get angry and crazy. It only made him shudder with the need to rid his tension in some violent way.
He took a deep breath and plunked down in his seat, pulling out a magazine and absently riffling through it.
He came to a page advertising a fruit drink. A pretty blonde wearing a bikini was shown, posing on a beach, a vacuous smile on her Barbie doll features, holding a glass full of the synthetic fruit juice.
Tim felt a languid stab of lust cut through his loins. He'd like to wipe that complacent smile off the bitch's face. He'd like to see her grovel at his feet, her face wreathed in terror, shuddering uncontrollably as she gaped up at him.
He thought of the three giggling blonde girls he had seen sitting in first class. Fuck, they were beautiful! Just the sight of them had given him a hard on. But they had looked right through him as though he was made of air.
The one by the window - that blonde bitch! - had cast a cold, frigid glance in his direction, and when he smiled, she had turned away and looked out the window without so much as a nod of her head.
Ah, well, women were like that, the cunts. Ball breakers, all of them. What they really wanted was for a guy to force 'em to submit. They didn't realize it, but that's what they wanted. They wanted a dude to really work them over, to get them to hurt, to scare them and dominate them.
Tim's cock throbbed urgently in his pants, tenting the crotch painfully. He laid the magazine across his lap so the plump middle aged matron next to him wouldn't notice. It wasn't likely that she would - the fat bitch was fast asleep, snoring noisily with her big mouth wide open.
Lola stirred restlessly in her seat. She felt cramped and uncomfortable. The air jet above her head was making her cold.
They had been flying for some time now, and it was night time in California. Most of the passengers had pushed back their seats, covered themselves with blankets and were doing their best to snooze.
Lola was glad she was in the first class and had so much leg room. She had seen how cramped the seats were in the other sections of the plane.
She glanced at Tanya and Kimberley. The two blondes were fast asleep, leaning back in their seats with contented smiles on their faces.
She wished she could fall asleep, too. But there was something about riding on the plane, and also, the excitement about the upcoming vacation, which made her restless and unable to relax.
She decided suddenly that she'd go to the rest room and powder her nose and comb her hair. She felt as though she was all disheveled from tossing and turning in the seat.
She unbuckled her seat belt and carefully stepped over Tanya's and Kimberley's legs, strolling down the aisle.
The plane was very quiet. A few reading lights were on, and a couple of babies were whining, but for the most part, everyone was dozing. The steady drone of the plane's engines were all that could be heard.
Tim opened one eye and saw the blonde slut who had given him the cold shoulder earlier coming down the aisle in his direction.
His heart was beating fast and there was a dull throb in his head. His hands were clammy and his mouth was dry. The anger and frustration were building in him, and all that misdirected rage was beginning to assimilate between his legs. His cock was rock-hard, stretching the material of his pants and throbbing for release.
He didn't really think out what he was going to do. He guessed correctly that Lola was going back to the rest rooms. Immediately, he hopped up and strode rapidly ahead of her down to where the rest rooms were.
No stewardesses were about, and only a few people were seated in the area near the bathrooms.
Tim ducked quickly into the little alcove in front of the three bathrooms. A. lighted 'vacant' sign revealed that none of the Johns was occupied.
His heart racing, Tim pulled open the door of the farthest John and stepped inside. He drew the door almost closed, leaving it very slightly ajar, pressing his narrowed gray eye to the crack.
A couple of moments later, Lola appeared. She looked a bit tired and distracted. She had her purse over her shoulder and as she stepped into the alcove, she bent down to snap it open and rummaged inside for something.
That was when Tim Hunt made his move. Quick as lighting, he pushed the door to the John opened and lunged forward. His right hand slid swiftly around her face, clamping in an iron grip around her mouth. His other hand grabbed her left arm, twisting it painfully behind her back.
Without a sound, Tim yanked her into the small, cramped closet of a John and slammed the door shut, sliding the bolt. Then, he caught her arm and twisted it again as she frantically struggled.
He stared at the reflection in the mirror of the two of them. Her face was blanched with terror, her gray eyes huge and quivering with panic. He slowly, savagely grinned at her in the mirror and bent down, pressing his mouth to her ear.
"Listen carefully, bitch," he growled. "I don't want you to make a sound. Do you understand me? You make one fuckin' sound, and I'll snap your neck like a twig. I'm a trained soldier, ma'am. I've killed people before."
Lola's head was spinning. She couldn't believe what was happening to her! This was impossible! It must be some kind of terrible nightmare! But, no, it was real, very real. And it was happening to her.
Her arm ached where he gripped it in a vise-like grasp, twisting it behind her back. Whenever she attempted to feebly pull away from her, Tim would jerk her arm hard, and sharp pain would shoot through it. She soon stopped struggling and stood trembling helplessly, staring at the reflection of her captor with huge, terrified eyes.
He was a very good-looking young man, but there was something diabolical in his hot gray eyes, a ferociousness which cut her to the quick. There was an expression of savage excitement on his features.
Because of the cramped space of the little John, his big, brawny body was pressed tightly against her from behind. She felt his heat rush into her body. She shuddered as she felt the thick, stiff lump of his pecker punching against her tender buns.
"I'm going to let go of your arm now, lady," he said softly in her ear. "And if you try anything funny, I'll tear your fuckin' head off. Understand?"
With a muffled sob, Lola jerked her head up and down in assent. She was paralyzed with fear. She knew he was deadly serious.
Tim relaxed his grip on her wrist cautiously, dropping his hand quickly to his belt. He unbuckled it and yanked it off.
"Put your hands behind your back, bitch!" he snarled.
Lola whimpered as she obeyed. He caught her wrists, pressing her hands together, and then whipped the belt around them, drawing it tight. He was an expert at tying knots, even with one hand. For, all during this series of actions, he kept his right hand securely clamped around her mouth.
He reached up and clamped his left hand around her throat, applying slight pressure there, but just enough for Lola to feel the strength in his grip.
"Now, listen carefully, bitch. I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. If you make any noise at all, any attempt at screaming for help, I'll squeeze tightly with this hand, and you'll be dead in two seconds flat. I'm not fucking around, lady, believe me!"
Very slowly, he drew his hand away from her mouth. Lola gave a shaky gulp, but did not attempt to scream. She was too terrified. At this point, she was anxious to do anything he said, anything, as long as he didn't hurt her.
"That's good. Very good," he said huskily.
He slowly turned her body around so that she was facing him, keeping his left hand tightly gripped to her throat.
Lola stared up at him with terrified eyes. He was an immense man. His head grazed against the ceiling of the bathroom, and his shoulders and chest were broad and brawny. She could smell his hot, masculine aroma, and unwittingly, she felt a flush, of excitement rush through her.
With his right hand, Tim reached down and cupped her right breast through the skimpy halter top, kneading it lewdly. He dug his fingers in the garment and pulled it down hard. Her big jiggling jug bounced free. He jerked again, releasing her other tit, letting the halter top snap beneath them, lifting the large, pillowy hills of flesh sexily in the air.
Tim gazed at the mounds of creamy, translucent flesh with eager eyes. He slowly ran the palm of his hand in circular, teasing motions across the full, strawberry-hued sand dollar sized nipples, grinning as he felt them quiver and grow erect. Lola shuddered in humiliation as she felt herself becoming aroused by his caresses.
She uttered a low sob. Instantly, the hand on her throat tightened, momentarily cutting off her air supply.
"Not a sound, bitch! Not a fuckin' SOUND!" Tim hissed violently, leaning his face close to hers.
Lola nodded frantically, her eyes enormous with renewed fear. When he slackened the grip on her throat, she gulped down air, biting down on her lip, petrified and intent upon keeping as quiet as a mouse.
Tim slid his hand around her back and undid the halter top. Impatiently, he twisted the garment off. He placed it on the sink behind Lola. Then, he rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.
This, he crumpled in a ball in his sweaty fist.
"Open your mouth wide, baby," Tim growled thickly.
Repressing a sob, Lola complied, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
Instantly, Tim stuffed the handkerchief inside. He picked up her halter top, twisting it into a tourniquet, and bound it swiftly around her face, a lot of it covering and filling her mouth. Lola gave a startled gurgling sound, but discovered that she was so securely gagged she couldn't make a noise.
Her hands were tightly tied behind her back with the brawny young G.I.'s belt, and her mouth was gagged with her own halter top and his handkerchief! Lola moaned inwardly as she realized how helpless she was. She couldn't do a thing! There might be someone directly on the other side of the door, and they wouldn't be able to help her at all! It was crazy! Horrific!
Tim grinned at her, releasing her throat and stepping back to lean against the door of the John.
"Yeah, that's better, bitch. That's real good."
He reached out and clamped his big, sweaty hands around the quivering lobes of her breasts, squeezing hard. He squeezed until her pliant white flesh oozed around his knuckles.
Lola made a muffled gurgling sound, her eyes bugging, as needles of pain began to ripple through her mangled boobs. The big stud was twisting and crushing the mounds of flesh in his powerful hands.
He grinned at her wolfishly, snapping his forefingers and thumbs around each of her turreting strawberry-colored nipples. He squeezed cruelly, digging his thumbnails deeply into the throbbing rivets of flesh.
The tendons in Lola's throat constricted a she attempted to scream, her body jerking and writhing violently. Hot blasts of pain whipped through her as he tore and twisted at her aching nubbins. Tears began to stream down her cheeks.
"Yeah! Hurts, don't it, bitch! Yeah!" Tim whispered thickly, squeezing harder, licking his dry lips nervously.
He bent down and blew hot air on one of her aching boobies. He opened his mouth and with a salacious growl, snapped his sharp teeth around the pink nubbin. His tongue tip rolled back and forth across the hot rivet of flesh as he worried it hungrily between his teeth.
He bit down hard and tugged the agonized nib away from her body, dragging it out two inches. Lola's face changed rapidly from red to white to purple as she felt explosive bursts of pain ricochet through her upper body.
She desperately tried to yank herself away from his cruel teeth, but Tim had clamped his hands tightly about her waist, pressing her back against the sink and holding her there firmly.
He released her nipple, and it snapped back against her boob, making the mound of marshmallow like flesh bobble and glisten with saliva. Then, he moved on to her other tit, and gnawed on it with animalistic savagery.
Tim felt his lust billow and explode inside him. He loved the way her body was writhing and jerking. He could tell he was hurting her. He could hear the muffled, strangled gurgling sounds being forced back in her throat by the gag. And he knew no one else could hear them. In the alcove, the sound of the plane engines was fairly deafening. He snarled in salacious pleasure.
He dropped his hands to the tight designer jeans which fitted over Lola's hips like a second skin.
Still chewing on her boob, he unbuttoned the fly and drew down the zipper, digging his fingers in the pants and yanking them down about her knees.
He gave a low moan of excitement as he saw her frilly pink panties. The lacy, virtually transparent garment rose in a voluptuous hill over the lambent mound of her mons Veneris.
He dropped swiftly to his knees in front of her, bending forward and sniffing her panties, inhaling her fragrant feminine scent.
Digging his fingers into the elastic, he tugged them slowly down about her knees. Tim gave a groan of delight as he found himself staring at her sweet, sugary pussy.
A soft layer of golden hair fringed the puckered pink lips of her vagina. He reached up and snapped his fingers around the outer petals of her sex. They were hot and oily, and he gave a lewd snicker. Fuck, the bitch was already beginning to get turned on.
He dug his fingers savagely into the quivering, delicate folds of flesh, peeling them back and revealing the soft, pink interior of her sex. It glittered with her sensual jewels, and he saw the slick, oily button of her clitoris.
Bending forward, he lashed out his tongue, drawing it up and down the oily slit lewdly, probing deeply into her hot gash. He twirled the tip of it around the hot, quivering clit, strumming it until Lola, with a low, mumbled groan, felt herself beginning to respond to his oral assault.
Hot flashes of delirious pleasure were beginning to flood through her loins, washing away the terror which had taken possession of her senses before.
Tim felt the blonde slut relax as he tongued her pussy. He felt her hot juices begin to flow, and he smiled secretly, his eyes glittering with sadistic pleasure.
She thought he was just going to make her feel good. Hell, was she in for a rude shock! He was just warming up!
CHAPTER TWO
Abruptly, Tim Hunt stood up in the small, cramped bathroom. He was panting, hard, thickly, his face red with lust. His mouth and chin were glistening with saliva and with Lola's unctuous juices.
Lola was gasping for breath, her big boobs rising and falling as she inhaled lungs full of oxygen through her quivering nostrils. Her large gray eyes looked pleadingly at Tim, begging him not to harm her.
He grinned at her savagely, and started to unbutton his shirt. He jerked it open impatiently, exposing his heavily muscled, hirsute chest, glistening with sweat.
Then, his hands went to his trousers. He unbuttoned the fly and yanked down the zipper with a coarse rasping sound.
He let them drop in a heap around his ankles and stepped out of them. His legs were brawny and thickly muscular, covered with bristling brown hairs.
He was wearing a soiled jock strap, but his rigid nine inch erection had lifted the elastic on the jock and was throbbing impetuously against his hard, washboard rippling belly.
Lewdly, he gripped the jock, tugging it down and letting it snap beneath his huge, sweaty balls, hefting his sex tool upward. It bulged and throbbed in the air at a forty-five degree angle.
A glistening driblet of pre-come wobbled on the puckered glands like a ball of translucent mercury. Bulging veins latticed the corrugated sides, and a thick nest of curling, wiry brown pubic hairs surrounded the incredibly thick base of the throbbing pecker.
Lola couldn't help herself. She gawked down at the lusty stud's dick with mingled interest and trepidation. She felt her pussy getting moister and moister, arid her heart pounding violently in her chest. Her senses were whirling. Dull pain echoed through her breasts, but it only accentuated her desire.
Tim lewdly stroked his fist up and down the length of his cock.
"Like this big dick, don't you, slut? Yeah, you all do!" Tim snarled thickly in her face.
He reached out with his free hand, running his fingers lightly down her smooth belly and cupping her full, moist sex in his palm, grinding the heel of his hand lasciviously back and forth, stimulating her quivering clitoris.
He curled his fingers inward suddenly, digging them cruelly into the deep, oily crevice between her thighs. He shoved the thick, calloused digits into her aching cuntal chasm, driving three fingers up to the second knuckle in her tight, satiny honeycomb of a pussy.
Lola's head jerked back and her back arched violently as white hot pain ripped through her loins. Tim was spreading his fingers inside of her, and cruelly jerking them around in a corkscrew motion as he plowed deeper and deeper into her hot, tight twat.
She groaned and sobbed, but through the haze of pain, she felt the thrill of excitement rippling through her belly. She was liking it. She was liking his roughness. She was even getting into the pain!
Savagely, Tim pressed forward until the three fingers were lodged firmly inside her tightly clenching love tunnel. He could feel the satiny membranes spasmodically clutch and suck at his fingers as he jerked them rapidly back and forth, frigging her vigorously.
He yanked his fingers out of her with a moist squelching sound and snapped his hand around his jerking, bulging pecker, smearing the head and sides with her wet, sticky juices.
Then, he stooped down and clamped his hands underneath her calves. With a grunt, he hefted her up, forcing her into a sitting position on the cold wash basin, pulling her knees up and snapping them together against his sides.
He ran his hands down and dug his fingers into the soft, high cheeks of her creamy tush, tugging her forward.
He shuffled forward, thrusting his pelvis against her. Lola shuddered, feeling the long, hot stiffness of his sex slide moistly over her belly and tickle the lips of her quivering vagina.
Tim reached down with one hand and fisted his prong, guiding it between her legs and punching the fat, slippery knob against the buttery maw of her cuntal orifice.
He read fear and longing mingled in Lola's wide, brimming eyes, and he grinned savagely at her, swiveling his hips, reveling in the sensation of her soft, satiny vagina pulling and squelching around the glands of his bulging boner.
He gripped tightly to her buttocks, bracing himself for penetration. Then, with a bestial grunt, he slammed his ass forward as hard as he could.
His thick, heavy penis rammed brutally into Lola's delicate, satiny funnel, stretching her wide apart as the huge prong drove its way up inside her, banging against her cervix hard.
Again, Lola's body jerked violently, and her head rolled back. She gave a strangled scream. Hot pain shot with agonizing violence through her loins. It was as if he had forced a white hot poker between her quivering thighs.
Tim groaned lustfully. He felt her incredibly tight vaginal sheath ensconce all nine inches of his giant joint, milking and jerking at it as uncontrollably spasms of agony quivered through Lola's voluptuous body.
He grinned into the blonde's contorted face, pulling back and allowing about half of his dick to squelch out of her, and then slamming back again hard, penetrating her to the core with his massive spear.
Lola's body jerked violently again. Tim began to fuck her hard. His big brawny body bucked lustily back and forth, slamming against hers. Each time his rigid pecker skewered her middle, it was as though a soldering iron had been rammed up inside of her.
She was dizzy with agony. Her senses spun, her vision blurred, she saw spots before her eyes. She even came close to losing consciousness.
Then, through the haze of pain, she became aware that her body was beginning to automatically respond to the sexual assault.
Now, each time his thick, taut joint plummeted into her depths, electric shocks of ecstasy mingled with the pain.
Intensifying each time he fucked into her, these bolts of rapture were becoming more and more exquisite, until they were indistinguishable from the pain, mingling with it. She began to roll her body voluptuously back and forth, whimpering in her throat, bucking her hips forward to meet his lusty thrusts.
Tim grinned in lascivious satisfaction as he felt her respond. Yeah, she was a hot little slut, all right! He'd tamed the filthy bitch! He'd cut her down to size!
His big, sweaty balls slapped up rhythmically against her buns as their organs mashed moistly together.
He could feel his juices begin to boil and thicken his heavy nuts, and knew he would shoot his load in a minute if he continued to screw her in this fashion.
He wasn't ready to come yet. No, sir!
Abruptly, he withdrew from her cock-hungry pussy. His rigid, sopping phallus snapped up against his belly with a moist slapping sound, his huge balls swinging lustily beneath.
He was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring as his breath rushed from him in irregular blasts.
He gripped onto Lola's waist, pulling her down from the wash basin and impatiently forcing her to turn around away from him so she was facing the mirror.
He dug his fingers in a hank of her hair and rudely shoved her forward, forcing her to bend over the sink.
Lola winced as his fingers yanked painfully into her hair, practically tearing it from the roots.
She was still dizzy and quivering with lust, and her senses were still in a chaotic mess, so she did not figure out what Tim was planning to do.
With his other hand, he clutched and massaged her full, dimpled buttocks, reveling in the full, marshmallow like texture of the smooth skin.
He peeled her buns back, revealing the quivering, tight, wrinkly anal orifice. It looked impossibly small, blinking and puckered. His cock lurched with lust. He was going to plug that fucking hole before she knew what hit her!
He fisted his prong and leaned forward, sliding his heavy ramrod into the deep crack until he felt the bulging, slick knob bump up against the tight, hot mouth to her nether tunnel.
Then, with a sadistic growl of masculine pleasure, he bucked forward, the muscles in the backs of his legs and in his ass tensing as he rammed hard against her tender butt hole.
For a moment, the tight, clenching sphincter muscle stubbornly resisted the brutal anal assault, but Tim's pressure was too vigorous. It was forced wide apart and about half of his rock-hard schlong squelched inside.
Tim moaned as the incredibly tight asshole muscle snapped about the middle of his dick and the furnace-hot interior of Lola's colon hulked and tugged at his cock violently.
Lola gave a strangled shriek, her body lurching violently from side to side as she frantically tried to pull away from this hulking rapist. His big dick, slammed up her ass, hurt terribly. Her butt felt as though it had been ripped apart. It was as though he had forced his whole arm up inside of her.
She sobbed and grunted on the gag, desperately attempting to get away from Tim.
But it was to no avail. He gripped her by the waist and slammed his hips forward hard, driving the rest of his rigid nine inches inside her agonized ass.
He groaned in delight as the clasping circle of her sphincter snapped snugly around the base of his tumescent truncheon. He oscillated his hips, enjoying the sensation of having his horsemeat completely encompassed by the slick, heated glove of her rectal membranes.
"Oh, baby! You got a hot ass!" he grunted thickly.
He drew back and pumped swiftly and vigorously in and out of her tight, clenching ass. Hell, did that feel good! He loved the way her body, jerked and spasmed in pain as he sodomized her. She was making those pathetic strangled grunting and squealing noises again. He grinned thickly.
He began to pound into her hard, making her body jerk forward each time he slapped his sweaty thighs against her bobbling buns.
He grunted and snorted in bestial passion as he penetrated her again and again. Reaching up, he gripped hold of her hair again, jerking back cruelly and snapping her face up.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and her face was writhing in agony.
"Look in the mirror, cunt! Look at yourself! Watch me fuck your hot, tight, bitch ass!"
Through the blur of tears, Lola saw herself, painfully bunched over the wash basin. She saw the brawny, sweating G.I. buck and slam against her from behind. She felt his thick, throbbing prong jam up inside of her again and again.
And she began to enjoy it. She sobbed in humiliation, but it was true. The pain, the violence, the fear - it all combined to turn her on incredibly. She liked it. Her butt muscle was beginning to relax and pump and squelch around his pumping barbed javelin. She began to press her ass back against his loins. Hot waves of lust billowed inside of her, spreading through her cunt.
She felt her senses whirring. Spots flashed before her eyes. She screamed mindlessly to herself, Fuck me! Fuck me, bastard! Yes! Oh, ye-e-es!
She was going to come! She punched her body back against his cock as he pounded brutally into her guts. She wriggled and squirmed like an eel, and little strangled grunts of pleasure curdled in her throat.
Then, she jerked back her head and uttered a broken sob. The close little room seemed to spin. Her knees felt as though they would buckle beneath her. Hot, rippling explosions of sheer ecstasy rolled through her loins in mighty waves.
Oh, God! She was coming! She was getting raped up the ass, and it made her come, again and again, in her cunt, and in her ass. She felt her hot juices drip down her thighs as her pussy spasmed and drooled.
Tim groaned, feeling her reach a climax. Her ass twitched and sucked at his plunging pecker hungrily, and he felt the hot flush of her mind-wrenching orgasm rustle through her innards.
It was almost enough to bring him to the point of no return. But Tim was good at containing himself. He knew how to prolong a sex scene for as long as he liked. And she had one more orifice he was dying to stuff full with his mean-looking, red hot slab of man meat.
He jerked back, his big, throbbing ramrod popping moistly out of her butt like a cork popping from a champagne bottle.
He was gasping and grunting for breath. He gripped onto Lola's shoulders, turning her around.
Her features were flushed, her eyes hooded and sparkling with tears. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled oxygen, clearing her befuddled mind.
"I'm going to ungag you, bitch," he said thickly, "and you're not going to scream. Do you understand?"
Lola nodded hard. And there was something in her eyes which told him that she was telling the truth.
He unknotted the halter top and tugged it off her face. He stuffed his fingers in her mouth and drew out the wadded, saliva-drenched handkerchief. Tossing these aside, he gripped her by the shoulders, pulling her around and pressing down hard.
He forced her to sit on the toilet in front of him, and then, he tangled the fingers of his left hand in the hair in back of her head.
Planting his legs wide apart in front of her, he fisted his dripping, sticky cock in his right hand and waved it in front of her face.
"Open your mouth wide, bitch! I want a hot, hungry suck job, and I want it now!" he snarled.
Lola whimpered, but obeyed, jerking her jaws wide open and gulping down some air. Immediately, Tim lunged forward and jerked her head toward him with his hand. His big, swollen lance pressed between her 'O' shaped lips, sliding over the slick, satiny trough of her tongue and banging against the back of her mouth.
Lola gave a gurgle of surprise as her mouth was stuffed to the brim with thick, pungent manmeat. Instinctively, she curled her lips around the bulging column of flesh and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked at it noisily, her tongue flailing back and forth along the underside of his joint.
Tim groaned in savage pleasure, but he wanted to feel all of his prick inside her satiny oral orifice. He wanted to brutally fuck her mouth and throat. And that's just exactly what he did.
Gripping hard to her hair, he slammed her face forward, at the same time, bending his body toward her and pumping forward with his hips.
Lola's eyes bulged as the thick, pulpy crown of his cock skewered the opening to her throat, and then forced its way down, down, down, deep into her constricting gullet!
Her air supply was cut off. She couldn't breathe. Her whole mouth and throat were completely stuffed with his gargantuan horsemeat. Her jaws ached, and she was beginning to get dizzy from lack of air.
Her puckered lips and perky, upturned nose were mashed into his sweaty, musky pubic bush, and she tasted his masculine flavor in her hot mouth. She gurgled in desperation, trying to push away from him.
Tim grinned savagely and slackened his grip on her hair, pulling back so that about half of his dickmeat slid out of her mouth.
As soon as Lola had inhaled a lungful of air, he pumped back to the hilt inside her tight, throbbing throat, groaning in satisfaction as he felt the satiny sheath squelch over his rigid cock.
He began to slam her face back and forth between his legs, humping his pelvis brutally to and fro as he force-fed her his nine inches of cruel, stiff manliness.
Lola's senses were whirling again, and her throat and mouth quivered with pain, but hot waves of unreasoning lust flickered through her as she adjusted to the rhythm of his lusty pumping.
His big, sweaty balls whipped up and smacked against her chin again and again. She was beginning to enjoy the feel of his huge pecker slamming cruelly down her tight, gulping throat. She sucked and slurped with blind obeisance.
"Yeah, suck that prong, bitch! Suck it good! Do it! You're gonna get it, cunt! You're gonna get my hot spunk! Here it comes! Oh, yeah! YEAH! UNNNNNGH!"
He slammed frantically back and forth, his big, muscular body shuddering violently as hot waves of excruciating pleasure flushed through his masculine loins.
His fluids exploded in his seething balls, and thick, creamy jets of man juice fountained up his tubes, blasting into Lola's open, gulping mouth.
Lola moaned as the first, thick, goopy gob of jism spattered over her tongue and rolled in sticky streams down her throat. It filled her mouth with a pungent, masculine flavor. She sucked greedily as spurt after spurt of the thick, creamy stuff fountained from Tim's hot cock.
Tim shuddered and jerked and moaned. He ejaculated nearly an ounce of jism! He had never been so turned on before! It was the most tremendous orgasm he had ever experienced!
Groaning and snorting, he leaned back, his shrinking pecker flopping moistly out of Lola's mouth.
Tim stared down at her, panting hard. Her flushed, voluptuous face was looking up at him, the eyes moist and hot. Her lips were glistening and parted. A rivulet of sperm oozed out of the corner of her mouth.
She gazed at him with the blind adoration of a child for a protective adult. He felt a wave of exultation rush through him. He had tamed her. He had tamed the bitch.
He reached down, digging his fingers in her hair, and roughly hauled her to her feet by the roots of her hair. She whimpered in pain, but made no attempt to scream or struggle.
He turned her around and swiftly untied her wrists. Then, he pushed her back into a sitting position on the toilet again.
Swiftly, he dressed, pulling on his clothes and zipping up his pants, keeping an eye on her.
Then, he bent down and said swiftly in her ear, "I'm going. Wait a couple of minutes and then, get dressed and behave as if nothing has happened. Is that clear?"
Lola nodded. She was looking him straight in the eye. Tim gazed down at her. The crazy fog which had clouded his sense of reason and had transformed him into a sadistic maniac had lifted, and saw sharply for the first time the incredible and ridiculous chance he had taken.
As soon as he left her, she could run screaming down the aisle, and he would be apprehended and sent to jail or back to that dreadful asylum.
But, he saw from her expression that Lola was not going to do that. She had discovered in her own psyche a strange answering voice to the sadism he had savagely inflicted upon her. When he satisfied his own bizarre needs, he had also satisfied hers.
He buckled his belt, cautiously drew back the bolt on the door, peering out. There was no one to be seen. Quickly, he stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He heard the bolt slid shut again and the 'Occupied' sign lit up.
He grinned to himself, and strode cockily down the aisle to his seat. He slumped down in it and picked up a magazine, pretending to read. The fat middle aged woman beside him was still fast asleep and was still snoring.
Lola washed her aching body off with wetted paper towels. She was trembling uncontrollably. She still couldn't believe what had happened to her. She had been raped! On a plane! On her way to the Caribbean! Surrounded by people, she had been forced to submit to a series of degrading, painful sex acts!
But she had enjoyed them. Lola bit her lip in humiliation, shaking her head. Was she sick? Was she as sick as he was? She had liked the savagery with which he abused her body! It had awakened in her desires and passions none of her boyfriends had ever managed to elicit.
Her body felt weak and sore all over. Her nipples ached, and there were deep red marks where his teeth had dug into her flesh, not quite drawing blood. Her cunt and ass throbbed, but mingled with the pain was a thrill of pleasure. Her throat felt raw and tender, too.
She slowly put on her clothes. The halter top had been slightly ripped and wrinkled by the rough treatment it had received, and she straightened it as best she could.
She brushed her long blonde tresses, which had been rumpled and disheveled during the rape, and washed and powdered her face.
As she applied lipstick to her full, voluptuous lips, she critically examined herself in the mirror.
She looked like the same pretty, ordinary blonde American girl she had been that morning when she boarded the plane to Treisiella. Yet there was a subtle change. Her whole concept of herself had been radically altered.
Lola was no virgin. She'd spread her legs for the captain of the high school football team when she was fourteen, and she'd dated many guys since then. But never had she been so sexually stimulated before. It was as though she had lost her virginity all over again ...
The bathroom door clicked behind her and Lola walked unsteadily at first, but then surely, down the aisle toward her seat. It seemed as though she had been away for hours, but it had only been about twenty minutes.
All around her, people were still sleeping or stirring restlessly in their seats. A stewardess was talking in a low voice with an agitated woman about something. It seemed amazing to Lola that no one appeared to notice the change in her, that no one knew what had happened in that small closet in the back of the plane.
She didn't see Tim Hunt when she went by him, because he held the magazine up to his face. He peered over it and watched as she calmly returned to her seat. He heaved a sigh of relief as she slid past her friends and got back into her window seat.
She wasn't going to start a fuss. She wasn't even going to tell her friends what had happened.
He was safe. Tim grinned, rubbing his crotch thoughtfully through his uniform pants. There was nothing like a good old-fashioned rape to satisfy an all-American boy like me, he said to himself.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep very quickly.
CHAPTER THREE
"There it is!" Kim squealed, leaning over Lola to gaze through the window. "See it, Lola? That green spot below us! That must be it! Treisiella!"
"I thought you weren't too thrilled about the whole thing, Kim," Tanya said mockingly.
Kim shrugged and said, "Well, I might as well get in the spirit of things! After all, it's a free vacation!"
Lola was very quiet. She stared down through the clouds at the island, which looked like a chip of wood floating in a bathtub. Her mind was far away, and she was distant and distracted.
Her friends noticed this right away, but assumed that she was just tired and a little anxious about the trip. After all, it was a long flight.
The captain's voice crackled on the intercom system.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Our present altitude is ten thousand feet, and we are preparing to make a landing at St. John International Airport, on the fair tropical island of Treisiella. The time in Treisiella is two p.m. The weather is sunny and fair, eighty degrees."
"I hope you have enjoyed your flight and that you have a very pleasant stay in Treisiella."
The three friends smiled in excitement and gaped out the window as the plane began to make its descent through the clouds.
The island loomed larger and larger, and then, they were coming down low over the ocean and a runway could be perceived several hundred yards away from the white expanse of beach which snaked along the edge of the island as far as the eye could see.
Thick, emerald green foliage covered the earth, cleared away in spots to make room for dwellings and roads, and the small airport was fringed in palm trees. It did indeed look like an island paradise.
After they landed, the girls waited impatiently to get through customs. It seemed to take an unusually long time, and the airport appeared to be full of policemen whose narrowed, suspicious eyes grimly raked through the crowds.
Men and women from the flight were separated into two columns and were searched by members of their respective sexes.
Kim frowned at Tanya and Lola after they had undergone this body search.
"Good grief! It's as if we're going into Russia or something! What on earth do they think we might have on us?" The other girls shrugged. The custom officials were equally as thorough. Every piece of luggage was gone over with a fine toothed comb. The girls were even made to empty their purses.
The customs man who opened Tanya's purse frowned as he picked up a small silver locket shaped like a pineapple which it contained. He turned it over a couple of times, and then tossed it back in the pile of cosmetics and change.
Kim looked at him impatiently and burst out, "My goodness, what on earth are you looking for? Do we look like smugglers?"
The polite little man smiled at her rather sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry, miss, but we have orders to go through everything."
"I guess it's because of all that fuss about the Black Scorpions," a fat, disgruntled tourist said at the adjacent customs table where his things were being searched.
Kim saw in surprise that the man going through her stuff looked up sharply when the fat tourist said this, exchanging glances with the other inspector.
When they finally got through customs, she turned to Tanya and Lola and said softly, "What did that man mean when he said the Black Scorpions?"
Tanya flushed and said slowly, "Uh, I think they're supposed to be a group of punks, you know, agitators, sort of, who've been giving the police some problems here."
"Punks, huh?" Kim said sarcastically. "And for a group of punks they pack the airport with cops? Sounds like a pretty big operation to me."
She turned to Tanya and said, "Oh, by the way, where did you get that silver locket? I never saw you with it before."
Tanya said, "Oh, I forgot! It was the strangest thing! You know, two days ago when I went to pick up our tickets, there was this black man in line behind me. I guess he was from the Caribbean, because he had one of those wonderful melodious voices."
"Anyway, after I had picked up our tickets, he tapped on my shoulder and said that he thought I was very lovely and he'd like to give me a present. He handed that locket to me, and said it was a good luck trinket, especially when you took it on trips. He said I should take it with me to Treisiella, and it would ensure that I had a safe flight and a good time while I was there!"
"It completely slipped my mind until this minute!"
"Come on, you two, there's a taxi! I'm dying to get to our hotel!" Lola said impatiently, tugging on Tanya's arm.
The porter with their luggage hurried ahead and helped load their luggage into the cab, and they strolled after him, babbling excitedly and looking about with naive, round-eyed wonder.
The three blondes from California were being watched. And the man who studied them with narrowed eyes was not a mere admirer of their beauty.
His name was Harry. He was an immense man, standing six feet two in his stockinged feet and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds. He had a huge, heavily muscled body.
He was black. His flesh was the color of polished mahogany, glistening in the sun. His short, kinky black hah was cut very close to his scalp. He had a bullet-shaped head and ruggedly handsome features, is eyes were dark and smoldering. His lips were full and sensual, and capable of twisting into a savage, maniacal grin.
He was wearing a tee-shirt which stretched across the bulging contours of his musculature, threatening to rip at the seams.
Tight jeans clasped his thickly muscled thighs and hard, firm waistline and bulging crotch. He was a very impressive specimen of manhood.
His hot brown eyes followed the three blonde girls as they went toward the taxi. He pushed himself away from the marble column against which he had been leaning and strode after them, keeping a safe distance.
He tucked the newspaper he had been making a pretense of reading under his arm, sticking his big hands in his pockets.
His eyes laconically moved up and down the girls' bodies. He watched the way their firm, high butts swished and swayed as they moved, and he felt a stirring in his loins. He grinned lewdly.
There would be plenty of opportunities to mix business with pleasure on this mission.
Harry didn't look at any of the policemen who patrolled the airport. He knew better than that. Not that he was carrying anything on him which was incriminating. But with his arrest record, it could mean an inconvenient overnight stay at the jail for loitering.
This was an important mission. He couldn't fuck this one up. This would determine the future of Treisiella. It would determine the fate of the Black Scorpions.
The authorities had been cracking down on them. Many of the top Scorpion agents had been apprehended, and a raid a couple of weeks earlier had resulted in a large arsenal of weapons being lost to the police.
They had to move fast before the authorities destroyed their organization once and for all. Zeke, the head of the Scorpions, was in jail. He would be there for weeks, on a minor charge, because they couldn't prove his terrorist connections. But until his release, Harry was the nominal leader of the Scorpions.
An important operation was underway. A shipload of ammunition from South America was due to arrive by night off the coast of Treisiella in a couple of weeks time. An agent had been sent with the information concerning the name of the ship, the password, and the date and time and place of its arrival.
But there had been a leak. Police had surrounded the agent at the airport and when he made a break for it, they shot him. Luckily, he had memorized the information and did not have it written on anything he had in his possession.
It was vital that the police did not obtain this information. They were making a clean sweep at the airport of suspicious people. It was then that Harry had a brainstorm.
Via ham radio, he contacted an agent in California, and said to him, "Carry out the Robertson Plan."
The agent and Harry had been mercenaries together in a troubled African country years before. Information had been smuggled into the country at that time by being inscribed in code on the inside of a locket which was given to an innocent tourist to carry into the country. The plan had been a success. If the tourist was apprehended, he or she would be unable to help the authorities in any way. And the code was an extremely difficult one.
Robertson, the agent who had given the plan its name, and whom Harry had contacted in California, readily agreed.
The next day, Harry received a call from a woman, another agent, who pretended to be Harry's sister.
"It's so good to hear from you, Harry. And thanks so much for the silver pineapple locket," she said. "I dyed my hair blonde, you know."
"Yes," said Harry smoothly. "When are you going to Cleveland?"
"Tomorrow. I'm arriving there at two p.m. I'm going with two other girls, I don't think you know them. We'll be a trio of blondes."
Harry grinned. The message was clear, but he doubted whether it would be correctly interpreted by anyone who happened to be listening in.
As he waited for the girls to emerge from customs, there had been a few nervous moments when it appeared as though the officials were on to the plan. They had gone over the girls' belongings thoroughly. He had even noticed the inspector pick up the locket. But the man had only turned it over. He had not opened it.
Harry watched the taxi pull away from the airport. He flagged down the next cab and hopped in.
"Follow that taxi," he said quickly.
He sat back in his seat, a contented smile on his face. Everything was going according to plan. He hooked his fingers in his belt. If one looked closely enough at the buckle, one would see that, embossed in the bronze was a tiny black figure. The figure of a scorpion, its tail curved for attack.
The Royal Treisiella Hotel was an ostentatious structure, elaborately and expensively designed, with a huge, opulently furnished lobby and eleven floors of rooms. It was also one of the most expensive hotels in the world.
The girls were awe-struck by the splendor around them. The elevators were almost as big as a room themselves.
Their suite was located on the seventh floor. It was very large indeed. There was a huge sitting room, furnished with sofas and arm chairs, opening onto a patio with a splendid view of the ocean and the beach.
Then, each girl had her own large bedroom with a huge canopied bed. Each bedroom had its private bathroom, complete with sunken tub and gold faucets.
"This must be what it's like in heaven!" Kim breathed in delight, her green eyes glowing with pleasure as the three friends stared around them in amazement.
The bellboy brought up their things and Tanya tipped him, and then the three of them sat down to plan what they were going to do.
They pulled out the guide book and spent about half an hour perusing it and arguing among themselves about what they should do first.
Finally, it was decided. They would go on the torch light cruise that evening around the peninsula, and the next morning, they would go on the tour of the big pineapple plantation in Lapfield, an hour's bus ride from St. John.
They each took a long, luxurious bubble bath, emerging feeling deliciously refreshed, and dressed in smart summer outfits purchased especially for the trip. Then, arms linked together affectionately, they tripped out of the suite and down to the lobby where they made arrangements to go on the moon-light canoe trip around the peninsula after a sumptuous dinner in the hotel's dining room.
It was still early in the afternoon, so they went out on the town. It was exceptionally quaint. Little thatched roofed houses lined the streets, and the native women wore brightly colored dresses and carried baskets of laundry and fruit on their heads, and most of the people went about barefoot.
The market place was thronged with people, tourists and natives, and loud bargaining went on between sellers and prospective buyers.
It was great fun for the three blonde American teenagers. Lola bought a colorful scarf, and Kim purchased a monkey carved out of a coconut shell. Tanya was more cautious, and didn't buy anything.
Kim happened to glance up from a stand she was looking at and found herself staring into the eyes of a hulking black man, standing across the lane about fifteen yards away.
Something about him riveted her attention and made her feel suddenly uneasy. He was a huge man, at least six foot three, with an immensely muscular physique. His flesh was jet black, and his eyes were like burning coals in his head.
He had a winding, twisted scar on one cheek, distorting features which were otherwise classically handsome.
He was wearing a sweaty tee-shirt and jeans, and there was an enormous lump in his crotch.
Kim might not have noticed this detail, except for one thing. As soon as he saw the pretty blonde sixteen year old looking his way, the black stud grinned at her, exposing two rows of glistening, wolfish white teeth, and reached down, holding rubbing his hand between his legs and thrusting his thighs lewdly forward. The gesture was unmistakable.
Kim blushed deeply and quickly looked away, but the disturbing occurrence stayed with her for the rest of the day. Something about it had excited her, even though she was frightened and repulsed by the crude man's actions.
She had felt his hot, dark eyes undress her and rake across naked flesh. She had read the unbridled lust in his expression. She knew what he wanted to do to her. And somehow, that excited her incredibly ...
But the pretty little blonde forced these disturbing thoughts into the back of her mind and tried to lose herself in the wonder of this exotic tropical world which surrounded her.
The three blondes strolled around St. John for the rest of the afternoon, and then returned to the hotel for dinner.
They had a veritable feast. After all, it was paid for by the game show, so they could have what they wanted. All through dinner, they drank frosty glasses of pina coladas, full of fresh fruit.
And by the time they got up to return to their rooms to freshen up for the night cruise, all three were a bit light-headed, particularly Kim, who did not hold liquor very well.
They returned to their suite and washed and changed, getting sweaters because they had been told that the night air in Treisiella was inclined to be a little nippy.
And then they went on the cruise. It was delightful! They rode in a large canoe, manned by brawny natives, illuminated by torches.
Along with a score of similar canoes, they were rowed out to the peninsula where the night fishermen made their hauls, and watched spellbound as they hauled huge, flapping, white bellied fish from the waters, piercing them with spears after enticing them to the surface with the bloody remains of a slaughtered pig.
Afterwards, the tourists on the cruise were taken to an outside stadium where they were entertained with dancers and fire eaters and singers, and were served more pina coladas and mai tais.
Kim's brief eye contact with the big black man that afternoon had disturbed her more than she cared to admit. So, in order to quell the uneasy feelings it elicited in her, she consumed a lot more liquor than she would have otherwise.
She ordered four or five pina-coladas in a row, and when Tanya couldn't finish hers, Kim gulped it down.
At the end of the evening, she was smashed, and her two friends had to support her giggling frame to a taxi which carried them back to the hotel.
They were all exhausted and a bit giddy from the afternoon's and evening's events, and went straight up to their rooms.
Kim could hardly walk in a straight line, so Tanya and Lola took her to her bedroom, undressed her, and tucked her in.
Tanya and Lola returned to the living room and were preparing to turn in themselves, when Tanya frowned.
"Lola, did you open my suitcase for any reason?" she asked.
"Why, no, of course not!" Lola said.
"Well, someone did. Everything's been moved around inside it."
Her suitcase was lying on her bed, but it had been disturbed. Tanya had a sharp eye for that sort of thing.
"That's funny," Lola called from her room. "I think someone's been looking through my things, too."
"Are you missing anything?"
"No, thank God. My passport and travelers' checks are right here in the side of my bag."
"Well, I think it would be a good idea if tomorrow morning, before we go on that tour, we put all our valuables in the hotel safe."
Both girls were too tired to worry too much about the strange discovery. They suspected that police had done it. And besides, they were a little smashed. Soon, they had drifted into a deep sleep ...
"Wake up, Kim! It's nearly eight! We have to be downstairs to catch the bus in forty minutes!" Tanya called through the doorway into her friend's room.
Kim gave a feeble groan and pulled her pillow over her head.
"Don't SHOUT!" she said irritably. "I have such a splitting headache!"
Wearily, she sat up on the bed and gave a loud groan, clutching her head again. The room spun and her stomach seemed to lurch and quiver. When she attempted to stand, her knees nearly buckled beneath her.
"Guess who's got one helluva hangover?" Lola said from the doorway as she looked in at Kim's attempts to get herself together.
Kim was stubbornly determined at first to go on the tour, but it became evident that she was just not up to it.
"What you need, honey, is a good sleep. That's the best cure for a hangover." Tanya said.
Kim sighed querulously and said, "I guess you're right. I'll see the pineapple factory some other time."
She crawled gratefully beneath her covers again, and drifted into a deep sleep.
Tanya hummed to herself as she glanced critically at her reflection in the mirror. Not bad, she said to herself with a smile. In fact, she looked ravishing, her long blonde hair cascading about her shoulders like a waterfall of sunlight, framing her beautiful porcelain features and her large, limpid blue eyes.
She was wearing a light cotton dress colored periwinkle blue, with puff sleeves, and it looked very becoming on her.
It had a very low bodice and displayed her smooth creamy shoulders as well. Tanya frowned. That makes me look a little naked, she decided. I should wear some article of jewelry. Maybe the pearl necklace. No, that wouldn't look right.
She rummaged absently in her purse and happened to pick up the silver pineapple locket. She looked at it and shrugged. Why not? It was a pretty piece of jewelry, and certainly appropriate for a trip to a pineapple plantation!
She hooked it around her neck, and then joined Lola in the sitting room. The girls checked in on Kimberley before they left, shaking their heads in sympathy. They hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door as they closed and locked it behind them.
It was a glorious, sunny day, and the sky was clear and blue. The beautiful blonde Californian girls boarded the tour bus happily, and were whisked on their way. A lovely black girl was the tour guide, and as they rattled along, she told them some of the history of Treisiella, and of the pineapple industry.
Lola and Tanya listened attentively. The dark menace which hung in the air of Treisiella like a deadly scent was no longer perceived by either of them. They were childishly swept up in the chimera of a tourist's view of an alien society.
Harry glanced at Turk and nodded. The two black men were standing in the shade across the street from the Royal Treisiella Hotel. They saw two blonde women emerge, arm and arm, and board the tour bus. Harry recognized them instantly.
The brawny, hulking brute who stood alongside Harry smiled crudely as he watched them, his deep scar making his dark features look almost maniacal.
Harry said in a soft, barely perceptible voice, "The third one did not come. She is still in the room. That is good. That is very good. We will make use of her."
Turk gave a lewd guffaw, licking his thick lips hungrily and looking at Harry with questioning eyes.
Harry smiled languidly.
"Yes, Turk. They will be at our mercy. We can do with them as we wish."
As the tour bus pulled away, the two enormous black studs strode across the street and around to the back of the hotel where there was a side entrance.
A short, nervous-looking black man was waiting there anxiously for them. He put his finger to his lips and beckoned for them to step inside. With trembling fingers, glancing repeatedly over his shoulder, he handed them each a bellboy's outfit.
Harry and Turk quickly pulled them on over their own clothing. The nervous little black man nodded at them rapidly, licking his lips.
He said in a hoarse whisper, "Now, can I have my money? You promised me two hundred."
Harry and Turk exchanged ironic glances and grinned. Turk yanked and leaned forward. His enormous right hand shot out with the swiftness of lightning and clamped around the little man's throat.
The poor fellow's eyes bugged and he gave a strangled squeak. Then, there was a dull cracking sound, and his eyes filmed over. He was dead.
Turk kicked open a linen closet and stuffed the body inside, piling sheets on top of it. The man wouldn't be discovered for awhile.
Then, the two Black Scorpions, garbed as bellboys, went to the service elevator and got inside, pressing the button for the seventh floor.
In the pocket of one of the outfits was a passkey to any room in the hotel. That had been part of the bargain Harry had made with the unfortunate hotel employee.
A black maid got on the elevator on the second floor, but she just smiled absently at them and continued to count the pile of towels she was holding. She got off on the fifth floor.
They finally reached the seventh floor and got off. Swiftly, Harry led the way down the winding hall to suite 733.
For a moment, he stood next to the door, listening carefully. Then, he slid the passkey in the key hole and turned it. The door opened easily.
The main sitting room was empty. Harry and Turk both moved with surprising quietness for such big lumbering men. They had been carefully trained in guerilla tactics. They were men of iron wills, with incredibly powerful bodies and cruel, sadistic minds.
They officially sought to restore Treisiella to the hands of the natives. But in point of fact, unlike Zeke, who was truly a zealous political radical, Harry and Turk were in the movement chiefly for the thrill and for a chance to rid themselves of aggression, by sadistically mistreating others.
Harry held a finger to his lips and walked stealthily to the door to Kimberley's bedroom, which was closed.
Carefully, he turned the knob and pushed it open. As light spilled into the room from the living room, Harry and Turk were presented with a delectable sight.
The lovely teenaged blonde was sprawled face down on her bed, her golden hair fanning over her face. She had kicked off the covers, and she was wearing nothing at all.
Harry's greedy, smoldering eyes raked down her lithe, smooth back to the tiny, hour glass waist and blazed as they touched upon the hot little girl's firm, smooth, dimpled buttocks.
The black terrorist felt a tug in his big healthy balls as flames of concupiscence began to burn in his tightening belly.
He grinned lewdly at Turk, who was unabashedly rubbing his crotch and licking his lips.
Turk nodded. It was the pretty blonde he had seen in the market place on the previous afternoon. The one who had blushed and looked frightened when she had seen him lewdly touching his big dick as he watched her. Turk was going to enjoy this a lot.
Harry felt along the wall for the light switch and nodded to Turk. The huge black stud moved quickly and silently across the room to the bed.
When he was standing above it, Harry flicked the switch and light flooded the room.
Kim moaned and stirred in her sleep. She cracked open one eye and through the curtain formed by her spilling golden tresses saw that someone had turned the light on in the room.
"Tanya?" she demanded irritably. "Are you back already?"
She started to sit up, and the hair fell away from her eyes. She still had a splitting head-ache and was half asleep.
She blinked her eyes and turned her head slightly. What she saw paralyzed her with shock and confusion.
A tall black man was standing by the door, grinning at her, an ugly, frightening expression on his face.
And standing right over her was a huge, hulking fellow, his dark eyes smoldering with lust and savagery. A long scar snaked across his right cheek. Kim's heart beat increased rapidly as she recognized him instantly. It was the man she had seen yesterday, the one who ...
Turk moved at that moment, before Kim had a time to react. His hand shot out and clapped across her mouth. His other hand pushed her back on the bed, gripping with painful strength onto her wobbling, juicy boob.
Harry darted over to the bed. He grabbed a pillow and pulled off the cover, ripping the cloth into shreds.
Kim was struggling violently, but Turk had no difficulty holding her securely to the bed.
Harry pulled her hands behind her back and tightly bound them with the strips of cloth. Then, he balled the remaining material in his fist and nodded to Turk.
The black terrorist bent down so that his menacing, scarred face was inches from Kim's. He looked into her terrified green eyes, and snarled, "I am going to let go of your mouth for a moment. You are not going to utter a sound. Do you understand?"
Kim nodded, shaking in fear. Turk reached with his free hand into his pocket, and pulled out something. He pressed it, and suddenly, an eight inch, glittering, razor sharp blade flashed into view. It was a switchblade!
The menacing terrorist held the blade down, laying the cold steel against her pulsating throat.
"You try anything, white bitch, and I cut your throat," he said.
Kim could tell from the look he gave her that Turk wasn't fooling. She was shaking like a leaf. She had no intention of resisting at this point.
Slowly, Turk removed his hand from her mouth and Kim gave a gasping sob, shuddering as she felt the cold blade press threateningly against her throat.
Harry leaned forward and hissed, "Open your mouth, cunt!"
Hesitantly, Kimberley parted her lips. Harry grabbed her lower jaw and wrenched, yanking it open. Kim yelped in pain. Instantly, Harry shoved the balled material between her lips, forcing it into her oral cavity.
Turk stepped forward with a roll of thick tape. Quickly, it was wound around her mouth and the lower part of her face.
Kim's enormous green eyes darted in terror from the ebony features of Turk to the mahogany hued face of Harry. Her senses were reeling.
What were they going to do with her? What in God's name were they going to do?
CHAPTER FOUR
Tanya and Lola listened absorbedly to the spiel delivered by the pretty black tour guide as the bus they were riding in lumbered over the badly paved road from St. John to Lapfield.
It was a scenic drive. Swaying palm trees lined the sides of the road, and the gray line of the ocean could be seen to the right, through the branches of the trees. To their left, they caught glimpses of fields where jute and rice were being harvested.
Colorfully dressed native women and children were walking along the road, carrying pots and baskets, often leading donkeys.
In many ways, Treisiella was still very primitive, and very few automobiles were to be perceived on the road, except for the tour busses and the antiquated taxis.
There were about fifteen people on the bus with the two lovely blonde Americans. Most were middle-aged couples from Iowa or Minnesota, with rather grating Mid-western accents, or elderly people from Miami.
Tanya and Lola were so excited by their surroundings, though, that they didn't pay a great deal of attention to the people who were with them on the tour until they were nearly at the pineapple factory.
Then, Tanya heard a rich, deep masculine laugh from the front of the bus, and idly looked. Two young men were sitting there, talking to each other and glancing out the window.
The one who had laughed happened at that moment to turn his head and look at Tanya. The pretty blonde and the handsome young man stared at one another for several seconds before Tanya realized how rude that must seem and quickly looked away, blushing deeply.
She felt angry with herself, but her heart beat had quickened and she became very self-conscious all of a sudden.
Love at first sight is a clich' which many hold suspect. But occasionally, there occurs a moment when an electric or chemical reaction between two strangers creates a sudden mutual realization of a strong attraction. This is what happened between Tanya and the strange man at that moment.
He was very handsome. He was probably in his late twenties, a tall, very well-built fellow with classically good looks. He had short dark brown hair, thick, sexy eyebrows shading a pair of piercing, bedroom eyes, which were also dark brown. A perfectly shaped aquiline nose was positioned above his small, firm mouth, and a faint dimple in his chin added to his sex appeal.
He was dressed in a colorful, open-necked shirt and white slacks.
The bus pulled into the parking lot in front of the pineapple factory, and the tourists were ushered off by the guide, who led them inside.
"Our pineapples are considered sweeter and juicier than those in Hawaii ... " the guide was saying as they strolled through the factory and saw how the fruit was cleaned, sliced and canned. They were also offered free samples.
Lola leaned close to her friend and whispered, "Did you get a glimpse of those two hunks on the tour with us?"
Tanya looked at her in surprise. "What hunks?" she asked, with feigned disinterest.
"The ones who have been tailing us through the factory. The dark-haired one's been looking at you as if he wanted to gobble you up!"
Pretending to check the sleeve of her blouse, Tanya lifted her blue eyes and looked over her shoulder, and found herself looking directly into the dark brown eyes of the strange young man.
"Hey, there, beautiful!" he said softly, smiling at her and displaying a mouthful of brilliant white teeth.
Tanya saw the whorl of dark hair that coiled over the collar of his shirt. She saw the way his arms bulged becomingly at the biceps. In short, she liked everything about him. She liked him so much, in fact, that she felt more cautious than she otherwise would have been.
She smiled coolly at him, and turned away, slipping her arm through Lola's and starting a lively conversation.
Roy McGregor raised his eyebrows and made a comical expression of mild frustration, turning to his buddy, Lance Pederson.
"Talk about getting a cold shoulder!" he said in a low voice.
Lance grinned and drawled, "Hey, fella, I thought you understood the psychology of women. I saw the way that broad looked at you on the bus. She nearly melted in her seat! When a girl's that turned on, she tries to hold herself back! She's waiting to see if you're going to try to land her or not."
Roy grunted and kidded, "Yeah, I guess she couldn't resist my boyish charm. Her friend's a cute thing, too."
Lance scowled at him and said, "Hey, she's mine! Don't be such a pig, just because you're younger! Besides, that blonde hussy you've got your eye on looks like she's more than able to take care of your needs!"
The second part of the tour was outdoors, where the visitors were shown how the natives harvested the pineapples.
"Golly, and I always thought they grew on trees!" Lola said in surprise.
"Yeah, you learn something new every day, don't you?" a deep masculine voice boomed at her side.
The pretty eighteen year old turned and found herself looking at Lance Pederson, who stood grinning beside her.
"Oh! You startled me!" she cried, but laughingly.
She liked the looks of the guy. He was about thirty, a tall, powerfully built fellow with short-cropped reddish brown hair and mocking gray eyes and a nice smile. His nose looked like it had been broken, and in fact, Lance had been a pugilist while in college, as well as a football player.
Like his friend, he wore a colorful Treisiellan shirt, open at the neck to reveal a brawny chest, covered with reddish hair.
Tanya glanced coldly at the man who had struck up a conversation with her friend, secretly wondering where his friend was.
"That's a very pretty locket you're wearing, Miss," a voice said next to her, and she jumped.
She turned to see Roy standing beside her.
"Oh, I'm sorry to have startled you!" he said. "I was just admiring your locket. Did you get it here?"
Tanya smiled shyly. She nervously fingered the silver pineapple which dangled above her deep, alluring cleavage. It was obvious that what Roy McGregor had been admiring was not the locket, but what lay beyond it ...
"No, actually, it was a gift from someone in California," she said.
"Boyfriend?" he asked, a flicker of consternation in his eyes.
"No. In fact, it was given to me by a stranger at the airport."
Roy grinned. "Another secret admirer. I'll bet you have dozens."
Tanya laughed and said, "Well, it WAS kind of flattering. It's real silver. My name's Tanya Hyde, by the way."
She held out her hand and he gripped it warmly in his own. Tanya thrilled as she felt the strength of his grasp, and the warmth of his palm.
"Very pleased to meet you, Tanya. The name's Roy. Roy McGregor. My buddy's Lance Pederson. We're from L.A."
"How long have you been here in Treisiella?"
"Just a few days. Yourself?"
"We arrived yesterday. Isn't it marvelous? Have you been having a good time?"
Roy grinned at her and said, "Well, now that I've met you, Tanya, I think I'll have an even better time."
Tanya smiled at him, incredulous that someone she knew so little about could affect her so strongly. She couldn't remember being so powerfully attracted to a man before!
She glanced at Lola, and saw that her blonde chum and the big, handsome guy were getting along splendidly, and were chatting and laughing like old friends.
None of the four was paying any attention to the tour guide, and had lagged well behind the rest of the people on the tour.
After a while, Roy leaned over and said softly, "What d'you say the four of us ditch the tour and go walk on the beach? Lance and I went there a couple of days ago, and it's completely deserted. Everyone goes to the beach at St. John, and the only reason the come to Lapfield is to see the pineapples."
Tanya looked at him and frowned doubtfully. She was about to shake her head when Lola and Lance came up, and Lola said to her excitedly, "Tanya, Lance says the beach here is marvelous! Let's all go and see it! We can get a taxi back to the hotel later! I mean, we've seen the pineapples, haven't we?"
Roy and Lance exchanged knowing grins, and slid their arms around the two lovely blonde girls, guiding them away from the tour to the exit from the factory.
Ten minutes later, they were tripping down an irregular path through the palm trees, laughing and talking. The resonant boom of the breakers began to grow louder and they could see the curve of the ocean getting larger and larger as they approached. The sky was cloudless and perfectly blue, and the water was a bewitching emerald green.
Lola and Tanya cried out in delight as they stepped onto the beach. The sand was as fine and white and clean as sugar. The strip of beach snaked around the curve of the peninsula and disappeared in the far distance. There was not a soul to be seen anywhere.
The four friends walked along the beach, taking off their shoes and wading in the shallows. The water was cool and delicious as it washed around their toes.
Lola sighed and said fretfully, "Oh, I wish we'd brought our bathing suits! The water must be lovely to swim in!"
Lance looked at Roy again and said, "Yeah, I'll bet it is. Say, why don't we take a swim? There's nobody around. We can skinny dip!"
Tanya and Lola laughed and cried out in protest, but the two suave Lotharios continued to coax and persuade them, until they finally relented. It was too lovely a day not to enjoy an opportunity like that.
The girls got the guys to promise to turn their heads until they were in the water. Then, Tanya and Lola stripped to the skin. The balmy breeze whipped over their smooth, pale flesh, feeling wonderful.
With squeals of pleasure, the gorgeous blondes dashed into the surf and threw themselves headlong into the water, gasping as the cold ocean enveloped them, making their hearts race with exhilaration.
They treaded water and called to the guys, "Ooooh, it's terrific! Come on in!"
Lance and Roy grinned and began to peel off their clothes quickly. They weren't as bashful as the blonde beauties. Lola and Tanya couldn't help but stare as the two brawny studs tossed off their shirts and yanked down their trousers, pulling them off.
Both guys had extremely well-developed bodies. They were muscular and deeply tanned and hairy. Tanya felt a thrill of excitement course through her as she looked at Roy.
His penis dangled between his legs like a length of rope, and even though it was flaccid, it looked very big. Unwittingly, she felt something warm stir in her loins, a flush of electric heat.
The two young studs shouted as they dashed into the water and dived in, coming up beside the girls, sputtering and laughing.
The four young people swam about and splashed one another and had a great time.
Tanya was a good swimmer, and now she did the crawl, loving the feeling of the cool water sluicing about her voluptuous naked body.
She felt a hand close about her ankle and squealed as she was yanked back. She tussled with Roy who had playfully sneaked up on her from behind, and found herself pinned against his chest.
They laughed as they playfully struggled, and then, slowly became aware of their bodies getting pressed together.
Tanya's full, ripe breasts were squashed against Roy's burly torso. She felt his strength and the heat his body gave off.
Roy's hands ran down Tanya's back, and slid over her full, firm buttocks, squeezing them and drawing her against him hard.
His breath brushed hotly against her cheek. Tanya gave a little gasp as she felt the sausage of his penis, which was sandwiched between their bellies, begin to expand and thicken. It was growing larger and larger, hotter and hotter, throbbing against the quivering flesh of her belly.
"Tanya," Roy whispered huskily, sliding his hand up and catching her by the back of her head.
Roughly, he pulled her face against his, and Tanya moaned as he kissed her hard. His mouth mashed against hers, his tongue pried between her teeth and swirled around inside her oral cavity, swabbing up her sweet saliva as he hungrily kissed and sucked at her.
Tanya ran her hands up his broad shoulders and threw her arms around his thick, bull-like neck, pressing herself urgently against him, her body beginning to catch fire with girlish lust.
Roy continued to kiss her, running his hands down the front of her body and clenching the marshmallow-like mounds of her jiggling, thrusting boobs. He squeezed them hard, feeling the resilient flesh squelch between his strong fingers, feeling her pointy nipples graze against the palms of his hands and throb with urgent need.
His cock was rock-hard now, a log of flesh and gristle, and he began to hump his pelvis slowly back and forth, sliding his pecker against the soft, flat slope of her creamy smooth belly.
Tanya whimpered into his mouth, digging her nails into his back and squirming in his arms. She was so turned on, she didn't care who saw them. She had forgotten about Lance and Lola.
Not that Lance and Lola were feeling left out. The other couple were getting hot and heavy, too. Lance was kissing Lola's full, coral-pink lips and strumming her throbbing, erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
Lola was moaning and writhing in delight, her fingers tickling and running up and down the thick, bulging length of his stiff eight inch prick.
The water lapped around Tanya's neck as she kissed the hung young stud, her heart racing wildly.
Roy pulled away from her and said huskily, "Let's get out and get comfortable on the beach."
He didn't give her time to reply. He slid his arm around her slender waist and they made their way to the shore. Soon, the hot white sand was pushing up between their toes.
Tanya's eyes roved hungrily over the young man's body. His rigid nine inch dick thrust out obscenely in front of him like a flag pole waving in the wind. A pair of large, hairy balls swung beneath.
Roy gazed with unabashed sensual interest at the pretty blonde seventeen year old he had netted, and his cock throbbed with urgent interest.
She was the most beautiful, sexiest thing he had set eyes on in a long, long time. The water glistened on her tanned, smooth flesh. Her breasts were pale, translucent orbs of high, protruding flesh, topped with large, silver dollar sized nipples, the color of raspberries.
Her waist was slender and smooth, her hips wide but not heavy. A lambent triangle of sparse golden hairs fringed the mouth of her glistening, girlish vagina, and staring at her sweet sex, Roy gave a low rasping moan of masculine appreciation.
Hell, guy, you've hit pay dirt! He said to himself with satisfaction.
He gripped Tanya by the waist and led her up by the palm trees. A carpet of grass formed a soft blanket beneath the shade of one of the trees, and Roy drew the gorgeous blue-eyed blonde beside him on the grass.
He ran his hands up her body and pressed her down on the grass, rolling on top of her and aggressively kissing and sucking at her mouth while he stroked and caressed her trembling form.
He pulled his mouth away and said thickly, "Baby, I'm gonna fuck you like you have never been fucked before!"
Tanya sighed and shuddered in delight. She knew it was going to be a beautiful, and incredibly exciting experience.
Lance had dragged Lola out of the water, too. They were beneath a palm tree not too far from the spot where Roy had taken Tanya, and Lance was groaning thickly and running his fingers through the pretty girl's wet blonde tresses as her head bobbed back and forth between his muscular thighs. She was sucking his cock with wanton pleasure, her lips curled around the pulsating base, her tongue flickering lewdly back and forth, taking all eight inches of the rigid boner into her hungry mouth and throat.
Lance grunted in satisfaction. Shit, this trip to Treisiella was beginning to be a lot of fun!
CHAPTER FIVE
"It's not here!" Harry snarled in fury, tossing Kimberley's purse savagely across the room.
The black terrorist had spilled the contents of the purse on the table, and sorted through the pile of compacts, lipsticks, napkins, change and other items without finding the silver locket he was looking for.
Turk scowled and said, "I thought this was the girl who had the locket!"
Harry glanced at her and said, "So did I. But it was hard to see from where I was standing, and they were all together. It could have been in one of the other girl's purses."
Turk grinned and looked at Kim, who was trussed up and gagged on the bed, gazing at her captors with huge, frightened eyes.
"Maybe we should ask the white bitch," he said.
Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I think maybe we should. Go ahead, Turk. You can interrogate her!"
Turk licked his lips hungrily and strode over to the bed. He pulled out the switchblade and snapped it open in front of Kim's terrified face. She jerked back and gave a muffled screech of fear.
With his other hand, Turk ripped the tape off her face, making her wince in pain.
He said huskily, "I'm going to ungag you, white slut. And you're going to be quiet as a mouse. You're going to answer a few questions, but you're not going to make a fucking sound until I ask you something. Understand?"
He pressed the blade of the knife against her throat. Kim nodded vigorously. Turk yanked the sodden, ripped pillow case out of her mouth. She gasped and whimpered in fear.
Turk ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, and then grabbed a hank of it in a cruel grip, savagely jerking her head back and making her yelp in pain.
He tickled the cold blade against her pulsing jugular vein, and Kim shivered uncontrollably, knowing that a little pressure of his brawny arm, and she would be dead.
"The locket. Where is it?" Turk growled.
Kim's mind whirled. What on earth was he talking about?
"L-Locket?" she gasped thickly.
Turk savagely jerked her hair back even farther, and Kim sobbed in pain.
"P-Please! D-Don't hurt me! Please! I - I don't understand what you want!" she gasped pathetically.
Harry had moved over to her side. He reached down and squeezed the lower part of her face with his hand, tilting her head so that she was looking up at him.
"The silver pineapple locket," he said in a level voice. "Tell us where it is and you won't be hurt."
"Silver pineap ... ?" Kim began, frowning desperately as she tried to assimilate what he was saying.
Then her brow cleared. Of course! The locket! The one that stranger had given Tanya at the airport!
"Oh! The silver pineapple locket!" she gasped. "Y-Yes, I know what you mean! Someone gave it to my friend. I-Is it yours? Was it stolen from ... ?"
Harry brought his hand viciously across the side of her face, slapping her hard. Her vision swam and she saw stars before her eyes. Something sang in her ears.
"Do not ask questions, bitch!" Harry snarled. "Just answer what I demand. Where is the locket?"
Kim choked back a sob, trying to think. Suddenly she remembered seeing the locket that very morning. Where had she seen it? Oh, yes! Around Tanya's neck!
"M-My friend is wearing it!" she gasped. "S-She's away on a tour. If you like, I'll tell her you're asking for it and she'll give it to you, I promise!"
Harry looked at Turk, and they frowned.
"The tour won't be back for another three hours," Harry said slowly. "I checked."
"Should we wait for them?" Turk demanded.
Harry shook his head. "No. I don't think so. We'll call someone for a car. We'll take this cunt as a hostage."
Kim's eyes widened in horror.
She whimpered desperately, "N-No, please don't! Please don't ... "
Harry slapped her across the face again, hard, snapping her head violently to one side. Again, Kim's head spun and she came dangerously near to losing consciousness.
"One more word from you, bitch, and my friend here will sever your pretty head from your body!"
He reached for the phone and picked it up.
"Give me an outside line, please," he said shortly.
He dialed a number, and was answered by another Black Scorpion.
"We need a car," he said shortly. "Also, a trunk. Room 733."
He paused, listening, and then said, "O.K."
He hung up, and turned back to Turk.
"They'll be here in about an hour and a half," he said.
Turk looked at him and grinned evilly, his dark eyes glowing like coals.
"What can we do to pass the time, I wonder?" he said thickly, licking his lips.
Harry grinned and said, "Yes, I know what you want to do, Turk."
Harry bent over and took the knife from Turk's hand, holding it steadily against Kim's throat.
"That's very good, bitch. Very good!" he said evenly. "Just lie there, nice and quiet and you won't get hurt."
Turk stood up and began to rapidly strip off the bellboy uniform which covered his other clothes.
He impatiently tugged off his tee-shirt and yanked down his denim pants. In no time at all, he was towering above the bed, stark naked.
Kim's huge green eyes moved up and down his body in a confused mixture of fear, dismay and awe. He was an incredible specimen of masculinity.
His black body shone like polished wood. It bulged with great rippling belts of musculature. He had a broad chest with large, sloping pecs and a rippling, washboard belly. His legs were like tree trunks, thick and steely. He had them planted wide apart.
Between them hung a huge pair of orange-sized balls; above them was a tight, kinky nest of dark, coiled pubic hairs. And rising out of this bush was the biggest penis Kim had ever laid eyes on.
She couldn't believe how huge it was! It rose and throbbed and pawed the air like a living thing, like a small arm with a balled fist at the end.
The dark, glistening shaft was as thick as her wrist, bulging with lust-bloated veins. The mushroom-shaped knob was a purplish color, smeared with a translucent drop of gleaming pre-come.
Kim gave a sob of fear. Oh, God, she said feverishly to herself, don't make him ... He's not going to ...
But it was obvious that Turk had in mind exactly the dreaded act she wasn't able to articulate, even in her mind.
He ran his big, ham-like fist up and down the bulging length of his cock, grinning down at her and flexing his huge muscles.
He bent down and dug his hand in her hair, gripping it hard. Harry stood back, letting Turk take over.
The hulking terrorist jerked Kim in an upright position, and then yanked her to her feet by her hair. Kim uttered a plaintive sob, shivering like a leaf.
Still holding onto her hair with a viselike grip, he jerked her head back and hunched down, mashing his thick, sensuous lips against her quivering mouth, kissing her hard.
Kim gave a muffled groan as his teeth bumped against hers. His thick, wriggling tongue forced its way into her mouth, dueling with hers, sucking up her sweet saliva.
She felt his huge, muscular body crush against her slender, helpless form, and his strength seemed incredible. She knew he could break her body with his bare hands if he had the mind to.
And through the haze of terror which obscured all other thoughts and senses, she felt a trembling bunt of unwitting excitement rush through her veins.
Turk's hands moved down and clamped over her full, jiggling breasts. His hands were like hams, huge and strong and calloused. He squeezed hard, and her soft, resilient flesh squelched through his fingers.
Kim's eyes bulged. He was ripping off her tits! At least, that's what it felt like. Red hot pain tore through her torso as his hands cruelly twisted and crushed down on her throbbing breasts.
Her jaw dropped and she gave a frantic little scream. Instantly, Harry's hand slid around her face, damping over her mouth and stifling the scream.
"Careful. Turk," he said huskily. "You don't want to alert the hotel staff!"
Turk's breath was rushing from his quivering nostrils in snorting blasts. His eyes were gleaming diabolically and his cock throbbed and jerked with lust.
He snapped his forefingers and thumbs around the puckered nubbins that topped the hills of Kim's trembling bosoms. He rolled the rivets of soft, rubbery flesh experimentally between his digits, and then he clamped down hard, digging his fingers together, and twisting them away from her body.
Kim's body squirmed and jerked and she tried to shriek, tossing violently in a vain attempt to get out of the grip of her muscular black tormentors.
Needles of white hot pain ripped through her body as the cruel black stud mangled her throbbing nipples in his fingers. He dug his thumb nails into the tender rivets of flesh and yanked them cruelly until they were stretched a couple of inches away from her agonized body.
Turk grunted in sadistic satisfaction, his lust kindling as he felt and watched her body jerk and squirm in agony.
He loved that look of sheer pain and terror in her swimming, bulging green eyes. It sent a rippling burst of unadulterated lust coursing through his savage, brutish body. He grinned lasciviously.
"Yeahh! Hurts, don't it, bitch?" he snarled.
He released her tits and ran his hands down her body, slowly bringing them together between her thighs.
He cupped his hand around her sex, feeling the moist, lambently fringed hill of her mons Veneris quiver against his coarse palm.
He dug his fingers into the slick, slippery crack viciously, squeezing her pussy with all his might, feeling the puckered, delicate petals of flesh squelch moistly against his clenching fingers.
Kim's body jack knifed as hot explosions of agony reverberated through her pussy. She screamed and screamed, but her cries were choked in her throat, forced back to their point of origin by the viselike grip Harry retained on her mouth with his big hand.
Her head spun, her body seemed to be on fire. Never had she experienced such agony! It was as though he were ripping her pussy right out of her body!
Slowly, Turk relaxed his steely grip, licking his thick, sensuous lips with excitement, his gargantuan truncheon bulging and twitching as he breathed heavily. The burly black sadist was incredibly turned on.
He glanced at Harry and growled, "O.K., let her go."
He took his hand away from her pussy and lifted it to his mouth, sucking noisily on his fingers and tasting her fluids which had begun to flow, despite the pain which had wracked the sixteen year old blonde's curvaceous figure.
Kim sobbed aloud, her face blanched in pain.
"P-Please," she croaked, "please don't hurt me!"
Turk ran his fingers through her hair and gripped it hard again, yanking her forward until her face was mashed against his chest.
"I need a bath, bitch!" he snarled. "Clean my body with your hot, sluttish tongue, you white whore! Clean it good, or I'll whip your fuckin' ass!"
Kim choked back a sob, needles of pain shooting through her scalp where he had twisted her hair. Her mouth was pressed against the rock-hard slope of his right pectoral muscle. It rose and fell rapidly as he breathed.
She thrust out her tongue and laved it across the smooth, taut flesh, tasting his musky, sweaty flavor. Her nostrils quivered, filling with the black stud's pungent body odor. And the smell and taste of him rushed though her body like an aphrodisiac. Through her curtain of pain and fear, she felt a quiver of lust as she licked and kissed his broad, sweaty torso.
Turk guided her head with his hand, jerking on her hair as he moved her face across his heaving chest.
Kim suckled each of his hard, brown nipples, and then, Turk lifted his right arm and slammed her face beneath it.
"Clean out that arm pit, bitch!" he growled.
The musky heat of the arm pit blasted into her face, and her head swam with excitement. Her tongue shot out and laved through the tight, kinky hairs that sprouted there, tasting his musky sweatiness. Her pussy juices had begun to flow copiously.
Turk abruptly jerked her head away, lifted his other arm, and forced her to lick it clean, too.
Then, he pressed her town, and she continued her oral trek down his hard belly. Soon, the thick, bulging log of his pecker brushed against her cheek. Kim quailed as she felt the hot, hairy slab of manmeat pulsate against her flesh. It was so huge, so tremendous! Like a horse's cock! The glistening pre-come was smeared across her flushed cheek.
Turk impatiently pressed her face into his musky, sweaty pubic bush and then shoved her further down.
"Clean those fuckin' balls, bitch! Clean 'em good with your hot, slut's tongue!" he snarled.
Kim found her face mashed up against his huge, wrinkly testicles. They were big and sweaty and covered with crinkly, wiry hairs. The bulging nuts filled out the sac incredibly, and she brushed her lips across the coarse flesh, shuddering with pleasure. Her tongue darted out and laved quickly back and forth across the scrotum.
She was soon sucking and licking at the big balls as if she was a child with an ice cream cone. Turk grunted in satisfaction, his cock quivering with salacious rapture.
"Yeah, lick those gonads, you white cunt! That's all you're good for, bitch! To serve us black bucks!"
As soon as her wriggling tongue had thoroughly moistened his balls, Turk jerked her head back and fisted his enormous, twelve inch cock with his free hand, waving it in her face.
It was a truly stupendous prick, and Kim shuddered with fear and trepidation as she watched it bulge before her eyes.
Using his fist, Turk drew it back and slapped it back and forth across Kim's face. It stung her cheeks with its thick heaviness, and she gave a low whimper of excited fear.
"Open your mouth wide, cunt!" Turk ordered hoarsely.
Kim complied obediently, her lovely, coral-pink lips parting daintily, exposing the sweet, small oral cavity of her mouth.
Turk lunged forward, the fat, fist-like knob of hit cock mashing impatiently between her lips, banging against her teeth.
His hand slid down around the back of her neck, squeezing hard until her jaw muscles were forced as wide apart as they could. Kim gave a strangled yelp of pain, her eyes bugging out.
To her horror, the thick, fat tip of his bulging boner forced its way into her mouth, mashing her tongue flat and squelching against the roof of her mouth. Her jaw muscles felt as if they were about to snap. She could hardly breathe.
Turk continued to relentlessly grip her by the back of her neck. She was on her knees before him now, her swollen, sensuous lips circled around the corona of his horse-sized phallus.
Turk grunted as he humped his hips forward mightily, sliding several inches of his enormous penis inside her mouth. Kim was making strangled grunting noises, her face turning purple, her eyes wild with fear. She was fiercely struggling, but it was all in vain. She couldn't get away.
Turk grinned down at her savagely. His cock bulged and throbbed in her tight oral cavity. He undulated his hips, savoring the sensation. Hell, was that a tight fit! He could just imagine what it felt like to fuck the bitch's hot cunt! Her teeth were digging rather painfully into the sides of his prick.
Turk was incredibly well hung, it was virtually impossible for him to receive a blow-job.
He relaxed his grip on the back of Kim's neck and drew back. His bulging erection snapped up with a moist slapping sound against his washboard belly, the end glistening and dripping with Kim's saliva.
Kim coughed and gasped for breath, shuddering convulsively on the floor before him. Turk stand down at her with hot, evil eyes, and looked up at Harry, who was watching the proceedings with growing interest, rubbing the bulge in his own trousers.
Turk growled, "I think we'd better gag her again."
Harry dropped down on one knee behind Kim. He grabbed up the soiled jock strap which Turk had yanked off and rudely shoved it into Kim's protesting mouth. Then, he wound tape thickly around her face, sealing her mouth completely.
Kim's terrified green eyes flew from one black stud to the other. What horrible act of sadism were they going to subject her to now. She was too frightened to even attempt to guess.
Harry aimed at Turk, and strode over to the T.V. set, switching it on and turning up the volume.
It was a taping of a Merv Griffin show, with a black lady singer as the guest. The woman's husky, resonant voice filled the room, drowning out all other noises.
Harry bent close to Turk's ear and gave him a few terse instructions. Turk grinned, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement.
He reached down, gripping hold of Kim's hair again, and dragged her to the bed. Then, he whipped off another pillow case and tore it into shreds with his big, powerful hands.
He grabbed each of Kim's slender wrists and bound them securely to the posts at the end of the bed, with her back facing outward.
Kim was helplessly spread-eagled in front of them. The two black studs stared down at her with searing eyes. They looked at her narrow, smooth back, at her willowy, hour glass waist, and especially, at the firm full mounds of her pale, dimpled tush which jutted invitingly in the air.
Harry quickly began to strip. He tore off the top of his bellboy uniform and pulled off the tee-shirt he had underneath. Then, he unbuckled the thick leather belt he had on, the one with the small black scorpion embossed in the brass, and draped it around his bullish neck while he tugged off his trousers.
Soon, he, too was nude. Kim couldn't see him, but Harry, like Turk, was a very formidable specimen of masculinity. His cock was also huge, a full ten inches in length and incredibly thick. His body was heavily muscled and brawny, a warmer, browner tone than Turk's.
Slowly, Harry drew the belt from around his neck, looping the end around his big hand and clenching it tightly.
He stepped forward, towering over Kim's bound, reclining body. He drew back his arm, flexing his bulging bicep and his lats as he prepared to strike. Turk crouched down and gaped at Kim, a sadistic grin on his features. He wanted to see how she reacted to the whipping she was to receive.
The belt came whistling through the air, cracking sharply across the soft, vulnerable buttocks of the teenaged blonde. It snaked around the full lobes of resilient flesh, biting deeply into them, raising an instant, angry red welt.
It was as if a live electric wire had been applied to Kim's flesh. Her body jerked and twisted violently. Her hands opened and closed as she frantically tried to tear free from the bonds which kept her secured helplessly to the bed.
She was trying to scream, but the gag and the volume of the television set drowned her out.
Again, the belt came whistling down, snaking across her quivering flesh. Harry shuddered in delight, feeling the force of his blow travel along his powerful forearm. Harder and harder, swifter and swifter, rained the blows with the leather strap. He blistered her butt relentlessly, crisscrossing the smooth, satiny flesh with red marks.
Kim was sobbing hysterically, her face red and streaked with tears, her eyes bulging, her body twisting and contorting in agony.
But the belt kept coming down, again and again, lacerating her flesh, sending white hot ripples of pain coursing through her blood and setting her nerve endings on fire.
Her senses reeled, her mind grew dim and primeval. Through the haze, she recollected a time when she was a child and was whipped by her stepfather.
Kim had hated him, a big, burly, surly fellow who guzzled beer and shouted at her mother. One day, she had sassed back to him, and he had been drinking and was in no mood for back talk. He had grabbed her under his arm, taken her into his study, yanked down her panties and whipped her with his belt.
Kim had screamed bloody murder. The belt had ripped into her harder and harder, hurting like the dickens. There was no one else home, so her mother could not intervene.
And through the pain, Kim had felt her body begin to jerk and respond in primitive sensual excitement to the excruciating pain of the whipping. What's more, she had felt her stepfather's body shudder and quiver as the anger became sensual excitement. She had become aware of a thick, hard, protruding object in his trousers, rubbing and twitching against her belly as he whipped her.
Finally, he had stopped, panting and snorting. Sobbing, she had scrambled to her feet. Before she darted away to her room, her blurry eyes had caught sight of an expanding wet spot at the crotch of his trousers, which tented upward alarmingly. And she had seen a peculiar gleam in his beer-dulled eyes.
Kim remembered this long-forgotten event now, as Harry the Black Scorpion, soundly thrashed her again and again with his belt. She was sobbing hysterically and desperately attempting to escape, but the fire in her ass had travelled unwittingly through her loins.
Buttery liquid oozed between her throbbing pussy lips as ripples of warmth rushed through her blood and into her quaking womb. She sobbed in humiliation and terror. The pain was becoming indistinguishable from pleasure ...
CHAPTER SIX
"Oooh, y-yes! YES! FUCK ME!" Tanya gasped breathlessly, her hands running down Roy McGregor's broad, muscled back as she bucked wantonly upward to meet his lusty thrusts.
The big brawny stud had pushed Tanya's legs forward, planting her ankles against his shoulders and pressing his hands against the grass on either side of her head.
His hard, sweaty body humped back and forth hard as he drove his rigid pecker in and out of her sweet, succulent vaginal furrow. His teeth were gritted and jerky breaths and grunts sprayed between them as he pumped his nine inch truncheon in and out of Tanya's hot, clutching, honeyed chasm.
"Oh, baby! You're so tight and sweet down there!" he groaned thickly, oscillating his hips and savoring the sensation of having his quivering joint encompassed by the satiny sheath of her heated vaginal membranes.
He stared down at her lovely, flushed features, and watched the way her big, jello-like boobs wobbled and bounced each time he slammed his muscled thighs against hers. Little breathy gasps and sobs trilled from between her lips as he plunged in and out of her lustily.
"R-Roy! I - I'm getting close! I - I'm going to come! Y-YES! FUCK ME! OH, FUCK ME! H-HARDER! HARDER!! Y-YE-E-ES!" Tanya sobbed wildly, thrashing and writhing like an eel, tossing her luxuriant golden tresses in a frenzy of passion.
Her hands ran down Roy's back and dug urgently into the tight, hard cups of his ass. She dug her nails into the tense, sweaty lobes of flesh, tugging him into her as she heaved her hips upward to meet his deeply penetrating thrusts.
Roy's big, sweaty balls whipped up against her ass as he plunged back and forth, bartering her aching cervix with the fat knob of his dick meat.
Tanya gave a screech of culmination, arching her back and sobbing in delirious delight. Her fingers raked across Roy's buns as she writhed uncontrollably beneath him.
Roy groaned, feeling her tight cuntal sheath spasm and suck at his slamming ramrod. Then, her warm oily juices began to sluice around his pounding joint as she came gloriously, again and again.
Roy grunted and snorted like a stallion, driving into her harder and harder, his vision blurring as his body was consumed with hot, savage lust.
"Get ready, baby! Get ready for my thick, fuckin' load! Oh, YEAH! Take it, babe! TAKE IT!" he roared, slamming into her.
Tanya's body jerked and she sobbed in delight, feeling his huge lance swell inside of her and began to throb as his ejaculation began. Thick, scalding spurts of jism fountained up his tubes, blasting deep into her quivering womb, squirting her full with his heavy, virile load.
"Oh, YEAH! MMMM, honey, that was dynamite!" Roy gasped huskily, dropping his heaving, brawny form on top of hers.
Tanya wrapped her arms around his sweaty back, sighing and shuddering with blissful satisfaction. Her nostrils quivered as she inhaled the pungent aroma of sweaty masculinity, mingled with the scent of sex. The sound of the crashing waves was like music in her ears.
And she distantly heard Lola and Lance in the last throes of sexual ecstasy.
Lance was lying on his back, his brawny body bathed in sweat. Lola was straddling his middle, riding up and down on his upright, rigid mauler. As her sweet, sucking cunt squelched around his throbbing boner, moist noises filled the air.
Lance gripped her about the waist in his big, beefy hands, lifting her and slamming her down lustily on his heaving thighs.
He fucked upward urgently, driving his eight inches of rock-hard manhood to the balls inside of her tight, velvety interior.
His eyes greedily drank in the sight of her large, jiggling breasts, and of her flushed, contorted features. Her mouth was open, and little sighs and gasps and incoherent cries of pleasure and encouragement trilled from between her fluttering, coral-pink lips.
"Ride that fuckin' dick, Lola! Yeah! C'mon, lady! Do it! OH! UNH, UNH, UNH! YEAH! YEAH!! I'M GETTIN' CLOSE, BABE! OH, YEAH! SHIT, I'M GONNA SHOOT! COME ON, BABY! AAARRRRRGH!"
He tossed back his head, heaving his pelvis upward urgently, his muscles bulging as he dug his hands into Lola's waist and savagely slammed her up and down on his throbbing, jerking pecker.
Lola sobbed in delirious pleasure, feeling the barbed lance swell lustily inside of her and then begin to explode. Thick, quivering jets of creamy white manjuice squirted up inside of her, filling her to the brim. The gooey semen splashed from Lance's jerking balls again and again, and drooled out of her spasming cunt, running down her sides.
Lola felt an answering flutter in her buttery loins as she felt the scalding blast of his orgasm inside of her. A ripple of exquisite pleasure began to billow and explode in her quivering loins.
"OOH! OOOOH! OOOOOH! I'M CU-U-U-M-MING!!" she shrieked, twirling her hips wantonly as she stirred her quaking sex around the pulsating thickness of her hung lover's tool.
Her hot, unctuous juices flowed copiously over Lance's rigid truncheon, splashing onto his lap and over his twitching balls.
As soon as they had recovered enough to move, the four deliciously exhausted friends jumped into the ocean to cool off and to wash the sticky fluids off their bodies.
Then, they lay out in the sun and dried off and got dressed.
Tanya drew her hand lovingly along the side of Roy's face as she said, "We really have to get back to our hotel. Our friend will be wondering what's become of us."
Roy kissed her on the mouth and said huskily, "O.K., but we have a dinner date tonight, and don't you forget it!"
Hand in hand, the two couples went to the road and hailed a taxi. The men were staying at an economy hotel a few blocks away from the luxurious Royal Hotel where the girls had a suite.
So, they dropped Tanya and Lola off at the Royal before going on to their own hotel. Before she got out of the taxi, on an impulse, Tanya turned to Roy and brushed her lips against his own.
"Keep this, as a memory of today," she whispered, and pressed something into the palm of his hand.
Then she was gone, and he watched as she followed Lola through the swinging doors into the hotel's lobby.
Roy opened his hand and looked down to see what she had given him. It was the silver pineapple locket she had been wearing. He smiled and slipped it around his neck.
"Take us to the Holiday Inn!" he said to the driver.
* * *
Harry stood back, panting, surveying his handiwork with gleaming, sadistic eyes. The sobbing, quivering white girl at his feet was still jerking with pain from the violent thrashing he had given her.
Her dainty buns were streaked with red marks where the belt had bit cruelly into her flesh.
Harry's arm was tired. His torso was gleaming with sweat. He felt gloriously tired from the lusty whipping.
Turk was crouched beside Kimberley, his gleaming eyes drinking in the sight of her quaking, broken form. His rock-hard, foot long pecker jerked and throbbed as he slowly worked his fist up and down the length of it.
Now, he leaned forward and drew back his heavily muscled arm. With a savage grin on his face, he brought his strong, calloused hand down across her ripe, warm buns in a lusty slap.
Kim's body jerked in agony as his hand awakened the smarting welts on her tender flesh.
Turk grunted in satisfaction, digging his fingers in and squeezing a handful of the pliant, marshmallow like flesh. He worked his fingers into the deep, hot crack between the lobes of flesh and jerked them back and forth lewdly.
Licking his lips, he pried further, until the stubby tip of his middle finger punched against the tight, quivering rectal orifice. It felt moist and slick, a wrinkled rosette of pink flesh, as yet unviolated.
Kim was no virgin, even though she was just sixteen. She had been seduced by a male cousin when she was just fourteen, and since then, she'd had three boyfriends, all of whom had enjoyed her favors on numerous occasions.
But no one had ever sodomized her before. In fact, she was only dimly aware that it was possible for someone to get fucked up the ass.
Turk wormed his hand back and forth, poking the cuticle of his finger against the soft, clenching circle of her asshole muscle. He pressed harder and felt the spasming sphincter muscle give way reluctantly. He grunted in pleasure as his digit sunk to the second knuckle inside her steaming, furnace hot tightness.
Kim's body jerked in surprise. A little flicker of pain rushed through her bowels, but it was accompanied by a strange, exotic warmth which billowed through her rectum.
She felt her black tormentor's thick finger wriggle inside her creamy colon, and whimpered, but the sensation was peculiarly pleasurable.
It was certainly a lot better than the agonizing whipping she had just received! Her buttocks still smarted painfully, and whenever Turk bumped against them or touched them, jolts of fresh agony awakened in her tush.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she was breathing raggedly through her nostrils. The soiled, coarse material of Turk's jock strap filled her oral cavity, and she tasted the musky, pungent flavor of unwashed masculinity.
Turk pushed a second finger against the impossibly tight opening to Kimberley's anus and shoved hard. Kim gave a startled jerk as this digit squeezed its way into her colon. Sharper needles of pain cut through her bowels this time, and her sphincter muscle spasmed and sucked in protest around Turk's thick fingers.
The big black stud grinned sadistically, and tensed his forearm, shoving forward hard. He drove his two fingers all the way up inside her tight, clutching rectal furrow, feeling her succulent, heated membranes suck and tug around them delectably.
"Hell, she's tighter than a fuckin' chicken up there!" Turk grunted crudely, spreading his fingers and testing the elasticity of her convulsing asshole.
Kim was writhing in pain. The sudden, brutal insertion of the two fingers and the stretching of her tender sphincter muscle sent red hot explosions of fresh agony ricocheting through her body.
But it also served to make her pussy ooze and quiver and drip with excited, oily secretions.
Turk was breathing hard, and licking his dry lips. He wanted to feel that tight, clasping, virginal chute snap around his big, horse-sized truncheon. He wanted to feel the agony ripple like electric shocks through the white bitch's body as he brutally fucked her ass.
The thought of the upcoming rape made his vision blur with animalistic pleasure. He circled his fist around the bulging base of his cock and hunched forward, kicking Kim's legs apart as he came up behind her.
He jerked his finger out of her bowels with a moist popping sound, and dug his thumbs into the red, smarting lobes of her ass cheeks, peeling them back and revealing the tiny, winking orifice of her asshole.
He grinned savagely, and poked the thick tip of his cock into her deep crack. Through her dim, hazy fog of pain and fear, Kim felt a strange, large obstacle push her buttocks wide apart and bump against her quivering rectum. It felt as though Turk were pressing his fist against her butt. She didn't know what he was up to.
Turk pumped forward carefully until the puckered, slick glands of his ramrod was firmly lodged against the quivering opening to her nether furrow.
Then, he reached around and gripped hold of Kim around the waist. He held her firmly and dragged her back until her wrists were stretching painfully against her bonds. She was totally helpless. There was no way she could move at all.
Planting his knees firmly on the floor, the big, black terrorist gritted his teeth, a grimace of diabolical pleasure contorting his scarred face. The muscles in his huge, six foot three inch frame bulged mightily. With a savage grunt, he pounded his pelvis and ass forward with all his might.
At the same instant, he tightened his grip around Kimberley's waist and yanked her back against his thighs hard.
For a brief moment, the surprise, virginal sphincter muscle resisted the savage onslaught. But it was too violent an attack. The quivering muscle was ripped wide apart, stretching impossibly to accommodate the mammoth proportions of Turk's horse-sized whanger.
It battered its way into her colon, stuffing it completely full, ramming eight inches into her shocked bowels.
Kim's body felt as if a white hot iron poker had been shoved up inside of it. Something exploded behind her eyes, making her head reel and her ears ring. Violent spasms of pure, unmitigated agony sang through her nerve endings like needles of fire stabbing through her flesh.
Her body writhed with uncontrollable frenzy, her eyes rolling into her head as her throat muscles constricted. She was screaming her head off, but the bunched up jock strap and the tape threw her violent screams hack into her throat. And the T.V. continued to blare as Merv Griffin introduced an obnoxious, big-nosed comic
Kim's mind had narrowed its perceptions down to the pain which had occupied her body like a living thing. She was only aware of the intense, fiery sensation that ripped through her agonized bowels again and again. Tears rushed in hot rivulets down her cheeks and she tossed her head from side to side. Her head spun. She came very dose to losing consciousness.
Turk groaned and snorted with pleasure. The impossibly tight, slick sheath that ensconced his rigid pecker was spasmodically clenching and squirming around it, sending electric shocks of hot pleasure coursing through his lusty loins. He reveled in the sensation, gripping tightly to Kim's waist and gazing down at her, enjoying the sight and feeling of her jerking, writhing body.
He pumped forward again hard, driving the remaining four inches of his thick, rigid truncheon inside of her. He grunted in satisfaction as the agonized circle of her asshole muscle snapped firmly around the root of his bulging joint. He rocked his hips back and forth, savoring the sensation of having his foot long erection encompassed by her sweet, tight glove-like orifice.
"Oh, YEAH! She's tight as a drum up there! This slut's gonna be one fine fuck!" Turk grunted thickly, slavering with excitement.
He pulled back, letting several inches of his mighty sword slip out of her quivering innards, and then, with a savage grunt, he plowed forward again, slamming up inside her, loving the way her quivering body lurched violently forward beneath the savagery of his thrust.
"Unh, unh, UNH!!" he grunted thickly, pumping back and forth hard.
He sodomized the dazed, agonized blonde teenager hard, causing her lithe, sexy body to quiver and buck. Her blonde hair flopped forward as her head lolled from side to side. Little strangled noises could be heard from behind her gag.
Kim was riding on a sea of pain. All of her nerve endings were on fire. Each time her sadistic tormentor brutally stabbed into her with his bull-sized pecker, pain exploded in her bowels, ricocheting to all corners of her throbbing, aching body.
The bonds holding her to the bed bit cruelly into her wrists, and each time Turk's sweaty, muscular thighs slapped against her buttocks, the welts from the whipping smarted painfully. Kim sobbed and gasped in dazed agony.
Harry watched the proceedings with mounting interest. He dropped down on all fours and watched with greedy eyes as his savage buddy butt-fucked the petite blonde white girl.
His own cock stuck out in front of him, bulging and throbbing in excitement. He reached forward, sliding his big hand beneath Kim's quaking body and cupped one of her full, bouncing breasts. He squeezed it hard, digging his fingers viciously into the translucent white flesh and wrenching it violently from side to side.
He grabbed hold of her nipple and twisted it nearly all the way around, yanking it away from her body and digging his nails deeply into the tender, rubbery flesh.
This fresh pain was almost too much for Kim to withstand. She was going crazy with agony. Hot, dry sobs choked in her throat, causing her to gasp and snort for breath. She couldn't see because tears streamed steadily from her eyes.
But the vicious treatment Harry was giving her tit did one thing which Kimberley was not immediately aware of. It took her mind off her ass.
And she started to relax back there for the first time. Turk slammed his log of black manmeat in and out of her guts lustily, and felt her protesting, spasming sphincter muscle begin to relax and suck and tug at his plunging joint. He grinned with coarse satisfaction.
Kim's senses were whirling, but she felt a dark, primeval pleasure begin to billow in her bowels, exploding with exquisite pleasure deep in her intestines each time the enormous cock pounded to the root in her guts.
Harry released her throbbing tit, letting it snap back into place and wobble and bounce as Turk plowed brutally into her guts with his giant sized mauler.
Turk's big, heavily muscled body was glistening with sweat, and he was breathing harder and more unsteadily as he grunted and snorted and sodomized the blonde white girl faster and faster.
"Unh, unh, UNH!" he grunted thickly. "YEAH! This hot white slut's gonna get her butt blasted full of spunk, man! Oh, YEAH! MOTHERFUCK, YEAH!! I'M GONNA BLAST YOU FULL, CUNT! YEAH! TAKE IT! UNNNNNGGGH!!"
He rammed into her with all his might, his scarred face contorting in a grimace of blinding lust, the muscles on his body bulging with exertion, the tendons standing out of his neck.
His foot long phallus bulged and thickened, stroking deep inside of her, his wiry pubes mashing hard against her hobbling buns.
Kim shuddered, feeling the enormous penis swell inside her, and then, great, scalding jets of sperm gushed with geyser-like intensity from his lusty, sweaty black balls, bursting inside her innards, spraying deep into her intestines. Turk snorted and howled with bestial pleasure, rocking his body from side to side as he spewed a heavy load into the blond slut's helpless guts.
Then, with a moan, he sat back on his haunches, his shrinking dong squelching out of her aching orifice with a moist popping sound. His chest heaved as he panted for breath.
A rivulet of creamy semen dripped out of the winking anal opening and Kim's luscious young body jerked and quivered spasmodically as she began to recover from the painful anal assault.
But all was not well for the poor, trussed up blonde. Harry was hot and horny, and ready to get his rocks off, too.
The leader of the Black Scorpions nudged Turk aside and squirmed up between Kim's wide-spread legs.
He dug one hand into her waist and gripped his ten inch truncheon with the other. He drew his dick down and maneuvered it up between her legs until it slid against the puckered, dripping lips of her moist, oily vagina.
Kim gave a low sob as she felt the mammoth cockhead lodge in the opening to her tight, vagina sheath. She was full of fear, but she couldn't deny the flutter of expectant pleasure that rustled through her belly.
Harry didn't give her time to prepare herself. That wasn't the big, brutish sadist's style. He gripped her waist hard and with a snort of savage lust, battered his hips forward hard.
His rock-hard truncheon split apart the delicate pink petals of her throbbing labia, jammed into the opening of her vaginal furrow, and ripped up inside her tight, satiny love canal.
Harry grunted in satisfaction as he lunged against her hard, slamming all ten inches of his rigid staff to the core inside of her tight, sweet twat. Hell, that felt good! He felt her body buck and squirm with agony as he raped her cunt cruelly.
Kim sobbed violently as a new source of pain awakened between her legs. She had never taken a cock as big as Harry's in her cunt before, and her boyfriend's had all been gentle and considerate. Now, to have a hefty sex tool of such monstrous proportions shoved violently up her cunt in one fell swoop was like losing her virginity all over again. Her senses swirled and she clamped her eyes shut, abandoning herself to the waves of pain that flowed through her like lava.
Harry grunted in satisfaction, swiveling and churning his hips, and began to fuck her cunt rapidly. His body humped back and forth like a piston, slamming into her with the intensity of a pile driver, causing her body to jerk forward under the impact off his bone-rattling thrusts.
Her cunt squelched and tugged at his throbbing joint. Harry was getting close. He had been so turned on already when he stuck his pecker inside of her, he could almost have shot his load without touching himself. And now, the feeling of her dinging, satiny orifice snugly fastened around his bulging joint was too much for him to withstand.
He gave a lusty roar and pounded his cock deep into Kim's pudendum, holding it there as his hot semen began to curdle in his balls.
Digging his hands painfully into Kim's quivering sides, the big, brawny black terrorist shuddered, his muscles flaring as ripples of hot ecstasy cut through his loins.
Thick, scalding spurts of creamy, virile jism catapulted deep into Kimberley's agonized womb as Harry's dick jerked and spasmed orgasmically.
"Yeah!" Harry gasped finally. "The bitch has milked me dry!"
He drew out of her cunt with a moist squelching sound, his big, glistening pecker wobbling back and forth as it slowly diminished in size. Harry's body was glistening with sweat.
He turned to Turk and said, "Well, we'd better get ourselves together. They should be here soon."
They rapidly got dressed in the bellboy outfits again.
Then, Harry took the switchblade and went over to where Kim was bound, slicing the bonds that held her hands to the bed. Roughly, he grabbed a hank of her hair and dragged her across the bedroom to a desk there. He hauled her to her feet and pushed her into the chair in front of the desk.
"There's something else I want this little bitch to do before we go," he said thickly.
He pulled back Kim's head so that she was forced to look up into his squinted, blazing eyes.
Harry grinned evilly at her and said, "And if you don't do exactly as I say, my dear, you will regret it. You will regret it sincerely."
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Tanya and Lola entered the hotel, Tanya looked at her watch and gave an exclamation of surprise and disbelief.
"Jesus! Did you know it's nearly three o'clock?"
"Wow! Time sure flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?" Lola giggled, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Poor Kim! She's probably wondering what the hell has happened to us!"
"Knowing Kim, she's probably still nursing her hangover," Lola retorted. "Well, we'll make it up to her by treating her to dinner on the town."
"That sounds like a terrific idea!"
Lola looked at Tanya and frowned. "Say, weren't you wearing that pineapple locket this morning? Did you lose it at the beach?"
Tanya grinned. "Nope. I gave it to a certain young man as a memento."
Lola laughed. "Aha! The truth comes out! I've never seen you so smitten by a guy before! You're really bonkers about him, aren't you?"
Tanya shrugged as they stepped into the elevator.
"Let's just say he's kind of a sharp dude," she said evasively.
As the elevator doors started to close, she caught a glimpse of something which struck her as being rather strange.
Out of the other elevator emerged two bellboys and another black man, pushing a large steamer trunk on a dolly.
The bellboys were enormous; big brawny men well over six feet tall. Most of the bellboys Tanya had seen in the hotel had been rather small and rather elderly.
But this was not what struck Tanya as being unusual.
One of the bellboys had turned his head slightly, and she caught a glimpse of the side of his face. A distinctive, snaking scar made a deep impression in his cheek, and that scar was extremely familiar to her. She couldn't remember where she had seen the man before, but she was sure it was not at the hotel.
Tanya quickly forgot the sudden sense of deja vu which came over her and fumbled in her purse for the key to their suite.
As they came up to the door, Lola turned to her friend and said with a wry smile, "See what I mean?"
She pointed to the "Do Not Disturb" sign which was still dangling from the door knob.
Tanya giggled and took it down as she unlocked the door and the two blondes went inside.
"Hello! Kimberley! We're back!" Lola called in a silvery voice.
There was no reply. The door to Kim's bedroom was slightly ajar, and the light was off.
Lola went to the door and pushed it open. "Kimberley?"
Tanya had gone into her own room and was taking off her clothes. The salt water had made her hair stiff and heavy and had formed a film over her skin. Getting into a shower would be nice.
"Tanya, get a load of this!" Lola exclaimed, coming into the room just as Tanya was getting ready to hop in the shower.
Lola's face was creased with perplexity as she handed a page of note paper to her friend.
A message was scrawled across it in Kim's handwriting. The writing, however, was shaky and strange, as if Kim had been in a great hurry, or under a great deal of stress.
It read: "Hi! I've gone out on the town. Something exciting has happened! Meet me in front of the Cobalt Cafe at four. It's two blocks from our hotel, you can't miss it! Oh, and bring that silver locket, Tanya. Kim."
"How strange!" Tanya exclaimed, and then sighed. "But then, Kimberley has always been a strange and unpredictable sort of girl. I wonder why her handwriting is so odd?"
"Probably 'cause she's still 'under the influence,' as they say!" Lola suggested.
"Well, I don't know why she wanted me to bring that locket, but whatever kooky thing she has planned is going to be spoiled if she needs it," Tanya said.
"Anyway, it sure has got me curious!" Lola said. "Let's get showered and dressed and got find this Cobalt Cafe."
Half an hour later, the two lovely blondes emerged from the Royal Treisiella Hotel, looking ravishing, their glistening golden hair flowing luxuriously about their shoulders, their long lashed eyes sparkling.
Tanya was dressed in a pale blue summer dress with a deep bodice, and Lola had on a similar dress, but hers was pink. As they strolled down the street, the gorgeous American teenagers turned a lot of heads.
"Look, there it is!" Lola exclaimed, pointing ahead of them.
Sure enough, there was a small, dark structure at the far end of the block with a large, crudely painted sign proclaiming it: "THE COBALT CAFE."
"What a dive!" Lola exclaimed, frowning, as they came up to the place.
It certainly did look like a rat-infested hovel. Swinging doors led into the interior of the cafe, and a damp, hot odor emerged from within. The strains of the island's pop music, a combination of reggae and the blues, wafted from inside, which looked badly illuminated and strange from what the girls could see through the dirty glass window.
They stood uneasily on the sidewalk in front of the cafe and looked around.
"If this is Kim's idea of a joke, I'm not laughing," Lola said.
"Well, it's nearly four. She should be here soon," Tanya said.
The door to the cafe swung open and two people emerged. They were hulking black men in tee-shirts and jeans.
Tanya glanced up as they came out of the cafe, and did a double take. One of the men had a singular scar across his cheek. The same one she had seen on the bellboy at the hotel less than an hour before! This must be the same man. And suddenly, she remembered where she had seen him before.
Yesterday afternoon, in the bazaar! She and Kim had passed him as they rummaged through some blouses on sale. She had remembered the piercing stare he had directed upon them.
The two black men were staring at her and Lola now, and Tanya did not like the look in their eyes at all. The other man was only slightly smaller in build than the hulking brute with the scarred face, and looked just as physically impressive and frightening.
Turk (for that was who it was, though Tanya did not know it) stepped forward and said gruffly, "Are you Miss Hyde and Miss Barrister?"
Lola and Tanya exchanged amazed and rather uneasy glances.
"Why, yes!" Tanya replied.
Turk nodded and said, "Miss Enkaw is waiting for you at a table inside the cafe."
Again, Lola and Tanya glanced at one another uneasily. But they took deep breaths and linked arms, walking toward the door to the cafe.
Turk stepped in front of them and held it open so they could pass into the dank, dark interior of the cafe. The other black man followed closely behind Lola. When they stepped inside, Lola and Tanya blinked and squinted around, trying to distinguish Kim in the dark, smoky cafe.
About a dozen round tables were scattered around the room, and there was a bar at one end. A small stage was erected in the center of the room, and a trio of black performers were rather desultorily singing and playing guitars.
Four or five sullen-looking natives were seated at the tables with drinks in front of them. No one seemed to be talking. No one looked up when the girls entered the room.
Tanya turned to face Turk and said, "Can you tell me ... ?"
She found herself staring into the barrel of a revolver. Lola turned at that moment to and gave a little scream.
Turk reached forward and grabbed Lola's arm, crushing it in a viselike grip and wrenching her toward him.
He said in a harsh, ugly voice, "If you try to resist or make a sound, I will shoot you dead, here and now!"
The other black man was at his side, grinning evilly, also holding a revolver, which he had trained on Tanya.
Tanya looked around wildly. No one in the room paid the slightest attention to the commotion. The singers continued to mournfully sing, looking off into nowhere. The drinkers continued to sullenly stare at the table and take sips from their glasses of beer. It was uncanny.
"Move!" Turk barked, pushing Tanya forward.
The two terrified, confused girls were hustled forward to the back of the cafe, where there was a large book shelf. Turk reached behind one of the dusty volumes and fumbled with something. Instantly, the book case slid aside, and a staircase leading down into a cavity in the ground was revealed.
The two black terrorists and their helpless blonde captives descended into the darkness and the bookcase slid silently back into place. The people in the cafe continued to do what they had been doing before and during the kidnapping.
The Cobalt Cafe was a front. It disguised the headquarters of the Black Scorpions, which was located beneath the ground in a series of tunnels and underground rooms. And Lola, Tanya and Kim were now the captives of the most ruthless gang of terrorists in the Caribbean.
* * *
"What time is it, Lance?" Roy asked, frowning.
"A quarter to seven," his buddy replied.
The two handsome men stood in the lobby of the Royal Treisiella Hotel. They had arranged with Tanya and Lola to meet there at six fifteen.
"I'll call up to their room and see what's happening," Roy said finally. "Maybe they thought we meant a quarter to eight."
He went to the house phone and said to the operator who picked up, "Room 733, please."
He waited, and the operator's melodious voice said after a while, "I'm sorry, sir, but no one is picking up in room 733."
Frowning, Roy went back to where Lance was standing and told him what had transpired.
Lance looked at him and said, "You don't think they'd stand us up, do you?"
Roy shook his head and said firmly, "No."
He hesitated, and then said, "Let's go up to their room and see if they're just not picking up the phone for some reason."
He and Lance got in the elevator and went up to the seventh floor. As they came to room 733, they found that the door was open and a maid was emerging. She had just finished straightening up the room.
"Good evening," she said, smiling at them.
The men realized that she assumed they were the occupants of the room and decided instinctively not to tell her that they weren't.
"I guess the girls won't mind if we wait here for them," said Roy, strolling around the room with his hands in his pockets.
Lance looked around idly, and his eye fell on a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. Bending down, he picked it up and perused it. He frowned.
"Read this," he said to Roy, handing him Kim's note.
Roy read it quickly, and then again, more slowly this time.
"The silver pineapple locket ... " he said slowly, reaching inside the collar of his shirt and fingering the gift which Tanya had given him.
There was something definitely strange going on. Roy was sure of it. He turned to Lance and said, "You know, Tanya told me a rather odd story about this locket. She said a stranger gave it to her at the airport, and told her to wear it during the trip for good luck."
"So? When a girl's that pretty, I'm sure there are lots of strangers who'd like to give her things."
"No, but seriously, this whole thing seems unusual. The man specifically told her to wear the locket on the trip."
He plucked the silver trinket from around his neck and studied it carefully. He pressed the sides of the locket, and it snapped open. Looking at it closely, Roy gave an exclamation of surprise.
"Look at this!" he said to Lance, "There's something inscribed on the inside of the locket. Something in code!"
Sure enough, there was a series of strange, jumbled letters inscribed in tiny letters on the inside of the locket. Lance and Roy exchanged glances, their brows furrowed with consternation.
* * *
"WHERE IS THE LOCKET?" Harry roared, his face contorted with rage, saliva spraying from between his clenched white teeth.
The whip whistled through the air and bit deeply into Tanya's agonized buttocks. She let out a blood-curdling shriek and sobbed in agony.
Nearby, Kim was stretched across a bizarre instrument of torture, with a strand of rope cutting into the tender, aching lips of her vagina.
Next to her, tied to a strange sort of stocks with rings attached to her aching nipples and her legs forcibly spread by ropes, Lola was writhing in pain as Turk slowly tilted a large candle above her wide-spread pussy, letting the hot, scalding wax splash onto her agonized labia.
"OOOH, GOD, NOOOOO!" Lola screamed, tears running down her face. "S-STOP!"
"Tell me where the locket is, bitch, and I'll stop!" Turk said evenly, grinning wolfishly.
He took the lighted candle and brought it down between Lola's legs. Slowly, he brought the flame nearer and nearer to her slick, pink twat. Lola's eyes bugged and her face blanched as she saw and felt the candle come closer and closer to her pussy.
"P-Please ... " she gasped, "please don't!"
Turk shoved the candle forward and there was a crackling, sputtering sound as he put the flame out by shoving the candle against her pussy. Lola gave a violent scream of agony.
Turk tightened his grip around the candle and began to twist it back and forth, the muscles in his arm bulging as he pumped it back and forth.
Lola's twitching pussy lips squelched around the tip of the incredibly thick rod of wax, and Turk began to force it up inside of her. Her body jerked and spasmed, and each time she struggled, the rings which were snapped tight around her aching nipples bit more cruelly into her flesh.
Turk gave a grunt and shoved hard, driving several inches of the huge candle up inside Lola's body. White hot waves of pain sliced through her, making her dizzy and weak. She screamed and screamed, like an animal in the throes of dying.
The walls of the cave were thick. No one on the street above could hear what was going on in the dark caverns below them. The blonde captives were helpless.
Finally, Tanya gave in. Her buttocks were lacerated and blazing with red marks. Harry had snapped and slashed her tender white flesh with his thick bull whip, and his big brawny body glistened with sweat from the exertion of snaking the length of heavy leather back and forth so many times.
"A-ALRIGHT! S-STOP! I'LL TELL YOU! I'LL TELL YOU WHERE THE LOCKET IS!" she sobbed hysterically.
Harry grinned and tossed the whip aside, striding forward and gripping hold of a hank of her blonde hair, jerking her head back.
"Start talking, bitch," he snarled.
"I-I gave it to a man," she gasped. "A man I met on the tour today."
"His name, bitch!"
"R-Roy. Roy McGregor."
"Where is he staying?"
"The Holiday Inn! P-Please, just let me call him and ask for it back! Just don't hurt us anymore!"
Harry's eyes glittered. He turned to one of the black henchmen who stood beside him and said thickly, "Gorin, go to the Holiday Inn. Get the locket. I don't care what you do with the bastard that has it. But we MUST have that locket as soon as possible!"
Gorin grunted, and was gone.
Then, Harry turned to Turk and said thickly, "Now, Turk, it doesn't matter what we do with these white bitches. We can enjoy them any way we want. You can have the young one. I want the bitch who gave away the locket for myself!"
Tanya, Lola and Kim burst out in hysterical tears, begging the sadistic black tormentors not to torture them anymore. They begged in vain, however.
Horrible things had been done to the blonde teenagers. The sadistic Black Scorpions had many bizarre torture instruments in the caves beneath the street of St. John.
Instruments which crushed and twisted their nipples and breasts. Ropes and pulleys which cut into their cunts while their bodies were yanked downward. Sharp needles of steel which pricked against their bare thighs when they tried to move and squirm while being tortured with other devices. It was a veritable chamber of horrors.
As soon as Tanya and Lola had been forced to descend the stairs into the bowels of the earth, Turk and Gorin had shoved them into a dark, dank cave which was empty and dimly illuminated by torches.
Several other black men, all hulking, menacing, magnificently muscular brutes, were waiting there in readiness.
Some of them grabbed Lola, who screamed and struggled. She was slapped around, and then, her clothes were ripped to shreds by big, powerful black hands. The horrified blonde was dizzy with fear, but the taste of violence and terror she had received on the plane had whetted her appetite for sadism, and she found herself unwittingly enjoying the rough treatment.
The black men tied her up with thick rope, winding it tightly around her body, making it dig cruelly into her breasts and wrists and legs and waist. Then, they had forced her to her knees, and the sobbing, dizzy girl was told to open her mouth. When she did, a huge slab of black manmeat was stuffed inside, and the big black terrorist began to roughly fuck her throat, driving his huge, stiff pole deep into her gagging, constricting gullet.
His big black balls slapped up rhythmically against her chin as she fought for breath, her eyes bugging out of her head. The black stud was grunting and panting like a bull in rut, his hands clamped to the back of her head as he fucked her mouth hard. Finally, his cock jerked and twitched and blasted hot gushes of thick, virile come into her widely stretched mouth.
He pulled out of her, and as she gasped and choked, fighting for breath, a second black terrorist instantly took his place, cruelly force-feeding her his enormous pecker. Three other brutes fucked her mouth after this one, all of them shooting thick, creamy, spunky loads of pungent manjuice into her belly.
Tanya was subjected to similar sadistic cruelties.
Her clothes were ripped off her body as she screamed and struggled feebly with her burly tormentors. When she was naked, a burlap sack was roughly forced over her head and tied there. She could hardly breathe with the stifling bag around her face, and not being able to see what her kidnappers were doing added to the terror which filled her like a living thing.
Turk grinned, his eyes raking over Tanya's voluptuous nakedness. He drank in the sight of her full, thrusting breasts with their ripe, strawberry-tipped nipples. He slavered in delight as he set eyes on the soft, lambently fringed mound of her twat between her comely thighs. His twelve inch cock twitched with excitement.
He snapped his fingers impatiently at one of the other terrorists in the cave, and a pair of cold steel pliers were pressed into his huge hand. He grinned evilly and reached forward, clenching onto Tanya's arm and tugging her forward violently. Her succulent, resilient breasts jiggled and shook as she stumbled forward.
Holding her tightly, he snapped open the pliers and reached out until the tool was in front of her thrusting, ripe breast. Gritting his teeth, he snapped it shut, his biceps bulging as he crushed his fist around the instrument of torture.
The cold steel teeth of the tool bit deeply into the tender, unsuspecting flesh of the blonde seventeen year old. Her body jerked violently, and she uttered a blood-curdling scream. White hot needles of pain sliced through her chest as Turk jerked and twisted the pair of pliers, making her nipple bulge and throb, drawing it several inches away from her breast. Tanya saw spots before her eyes. It felt as though he was attempting to rip her nipple from her body. She nearly lapsed into unconsciousness.
After a while, Turk released her agonized nipple and clamped the pliers around its twin. Again, Tanya shrieked and sobbed, struggling violently to get free.
Turk grinned evilly and released the tit. His eyes sparkled with salacious greed as he looked at the two globes of full, tender flesh. Deep red marks were imprinted in the nipples where the pliers had been clamped so tightly. The nubbins were bloated and throbbingly erect. Hell, did they look sexy to the big black stud! His cock was bulging lubriciously.
He tossed the pliers aside and bent down, opening his big mouth and giving a growl of pleasure as he took one of her delectable jugs in between his strong white teeth and big down hard. He worried the finger of flesh between his sharp teeth for a moment, and then began to chew and snap at them like a dog at a bone.
Tanya sobbed and screamed, struggling violently and pushing at him with her hands. One of her punches hit his eye and hurt a little, making Turk mad.
With a snarl, he stood up, grabbing Tanya's arms and painfully jerking them behind her back. He was handed a strand of rope which he used to bind her wrists tightly together. Then, he ripped the sack off her head and kissed her passionately, sucking and chewing on her lips and tongue. Tanya's head whirled. She was full of pain and fear, but his virile manhandling of her body was awakening her pent-up desires, setting her loins on fire.
Turk picked up the pair of pliers again, his eyes gleaming, and began to torture Tanya's tits with malicious pleasure. The sound of her echoing screams filled the room, and they were like music to the sadists' ears.
Half an hour later, Harry appeared, and the interrogation began.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tanya sobbed in fear. Her body was spread-eagled against a cold slab of marble on the ground, her wrists and ankles tied to stakes in the corners of the marble slab.
Harry stood over her, stark naked, looking down at her. His mahogany hued physique bulged with musculature, gleaming in the flickering torch light, his ten inch phallus wobbling in front of him, fully erect, like a flag pole quivering in the wind.
His dark eyes gleamed with salacious excitement, and he licked his thick, sensuous lips as his eyes raked up and down Tanya's trembling, voluptuous, girlish form, spread before him so sexily and so helplessly.
He strode forward, planting his feet on either side of Tanya's waist. Lifting one of his big feet, he held it over Tanya's face and crushed the heel against her trembling mouth.
"Lick my foot, bitch! Lick it clean!" he snarled.
Tanya choked back a sob, quivering in terror. Her pink tongue flickered out and laved across the sole of his foot. She lapped up and down as he rotated the foot over her face. He made her suck each of his toes, too.
Then, he proffered his other foot and had her give it the same treatment.
When she was through, Harry grinned down at her lewdly and dropped suddenly to his knees on top of her. His knees were planted on either side of her torso, pushing up beneath her arms.
He leaned forward until his huge, sweaty balls dangled directly above her flushed, tear-stained face. Then, he sat slowly down on her face.
Tanya felt the huge, heavy testicles press down against her nose and lips. The musky, pungent aroma of his unwashed manhood rushed through her nostrils, coursing through her blood like an intoxicant.
"Suck those balls, white bitch! Suck 'em good!" Harry growled.
Tanya pressed her full, swollen lips against the wrinkly, hairy nuts which were mashed lewdly against her face. She tentatively traced the scumbag's underside with her mouth, smooching it hesitantly. Then, her tongue flickered out and washed back and forth across the scrotum, making it gleam with her spittle as she tasted the sweaty pungent flavor of Harry's hairy balls.
The sadistic black terrorist made her lick his nuts for a long time. It felt good, and he liked the fact that he had forced her into this demeaning act. He liked the feeling that the trussed up blonde white girl was trembling with fear, that she was his complete slave, that she would obey his every command, no matter how humiliating an act it was that he wanted her to do.
He scooted down on Tanya's body, running his rough, coarse hands down her quivering figure.
"You white bitch," he said huskily. "What you really want is a big black buck to make you grovel and scream, isn't it?"
Tanya whimpered, too terrified and exhausted to reply.
He grinned at her, cupping her soft, buttery sex in his big, calloused hand and squeezing it lewdly, his fingers plying between the lips of her labia and probing the inside of her cunt.
Hefted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers noisily, tasting her sweet juices.
From the next room, blood-curdling screams could be heard. It was Lola, being tortured and sexually abused by Turk, who had just jammed his twelve inch log of flesh and gristle to the balls inside her tight asshole, while at the same time another black stud was chomping and twisting her boobs in his strong white teeth.
Kim couldn't have screamed if she wanted to. Her mouth was full with black cock as she was forced to suck off the sixth black stud in a row. Her hands were tied behind her back, and another row of black terrorists stood behind her, taking turns fucking her cunt and ass with all their might.
Harry stood up and went over to a cabinet in the wall of the room where he had Tanya all to himself. He yanked open the cabinet and rummaged on a shelf, returning with his arms laden with strange looking objects.
"Please!" Tanya begged, sobbing violently. "Please let us go! We'll give you money, anything!"
Harry grinned at her and said coolly, "Don't waste your breath, bitch. You'll need it for screaming!"
He dumped the pile of objects on the ground beside her and dropped to his knees between her legs.
Most of the objects were bizarre-looking dildos. Some were thick and black, some were studded with sharp metal buttons, some were double dildos. All of them were enormous.
Harry picked up a bottle of cologne and unscrewed the tip. He leaned forward and tilted it, letting the aromatic liquid spill over Tanya's wide open, aching pussy. The cologne stung the bruised, tender flesh and sent a strange, irritating warmth rushing through her loins. She squirmed and wriggled in discomfort.
Harry licked his lips in excitement. His eyes darted over the array of dildos beside him, and he selected a particularly gargantuan one. It was black with metal studs along the sides, and measured about fifteen inches in length. It was nearly as thick as a man's arm.
Taking the cologne bottle, he poured a liberal portion of the remaining contents over the black, hard rubber phallus.
Then, he clenched it tightly around the base with his fist and maneuvered it between Tanya's widely stretched thighs.
Tanya's eyes bulged as she saw what he was about to do. Her jaw dropped and she felt a wave of sheer panic flutter through her belly. Her senses were whirling.
Oh my God! she said to herself. It was impossible! A thing that size would kill her! It would tear her insides to shreds!!
Harry watched her face blanche with terror, and a savage flicker of lust quivered in his rippling, washboard belly. He grinned savagely.
He pressed forward until the fat, fist-like head of the makeshift pecker was pressed against the small, quivering, satiny opening to Tanya's pussy. Gripping onto it hard, he began to shove forward, his biceps flexing, twisting the dildo back and forth as he rammed it against her narrow vaginal opening.
Tanya's back arched and her hands opened and closed as she violently tried to wrench free from the bonds which so securely held her against the cold marble slab. Screams ripped from her throat and her mind went blank, aware of nothing but the searing pain which wracked her body, setting her loins on fire.
The huge dildo slowly stretched and stretched the mouth of her agonized pussy, sliding inside as Harry grunted and shoved with all his strength. Deeper and deeper it forced its way inside her impossibly stretched, quivering vaginal passage. The cruel metal studs scraped against the tender flesh of her vaginal membranes, and the cologne stung and burned the bruised walls as the dildo slid deeper and deeper inside of her.
"STOP! T-TAKE IT OUT! NOOOOOO! NOOOOOO! AIEEEEEEEE!" Tanya shrieked in hysterical agony.
It was music to Harry's ears. He shuddered in delight, watching her body quake and struggle, her boobs jiggling and bouncing from side to side, her face grimacing in sheer pain.
His cock twitched and bulged with excitement.
He shoved harder and ruthlessly drove inch after inch of the enormous, horse-sized dildo into the gorgeous blonde's brutally distended love canal.
The pain was excruciating. Soon, the head of the fake penis battered against Tanya's cervix, stretching it impossibly as Harry shoved fourteen inches of the thick rubber dildo inside of her.
He was breathing harshly with excitement as he watched her puckered, swollen pussy lips spasm and clench around the thick sides of the black ramrod.
He left it firmly imbedded inside her and reached for a second dildo. This one was about the same length and width of the first one, but did not have metal studs. Instead, it had a cruel twist in the middle, curving upward.
He poured cologne over the rubber phallus and wedged it between Tanya's quivering ass cheeks until it nudged the tender, puckered rosebud of her anus.
Tanya was sobbing, her head reeling as her cunt began to slowly adjust to the enormous object which had been brutally inserted inside her. The excruciating waves of pain which had set all of her nerve endings on fire had begun to ebb away, twinges of agony still shooting through her like electric shocks, and a dull throb rustling through her distended vaginal furrow where the cologne-imbued, studded sides of the dildo cruelly chafed the tender membranes.
Suddenly, another white-hot explosion of pain ripped through her helpless, feminine body, this time cutting through her bowels as if a white hot poker had been brutally jammed up inside of her.
Harry grinned in pleasure as she began to shriek again, her body bucking violently. Relentlessly, he shoved the second dildo deeper and deeper into her incredibly stretched colon, ramming it up into her intestines until the agonized sphincter muscle snapped securely around the very bottom of the fake phallus.
Panting with excitement, Harry sat back to observe his handiwork. Spasms of agony ricocheted through Tanya's body, and she was tossing her blonde tresses in a frenzy of hysterical pain.
He stood up, gazing down at her with diabolical eyes, squeezing his fist around the thick, bulging length of his heavy cock.
He waited until Tanya had stopped screaming and was merely sobbing softly, little jerks and spasms rustling through her figure, her face flushed with exertion.
Then he said huskily, "Open your mouth, bitch! Open it wide!"
Tanya knew better than to disobey. Choking back a sob, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes, not knowing what was coming, but too frightened and agonized to worry or wonder.
Harry sighed and held out his cock and stared at her with glittering eyes. A stream of hot yellow piss arced from his penis and splashed into Tanya's startled oral orifice and all over her face and upper body. Harry grinned in sadistic pleasure as he peed on his white female captive.
Turk looked down at Lola with glittering eyes. The beautiful, eighteen year old blonde was trussed up securely to a bizarre-looking devise.
It was a solid block of wood with metal manacles attached to the sides. Lola's hands were chained with these manacles so that she lay face down across the block, her buttocks poking up in the air invitingly.
Turk kicked apart her legs and nodded to the terrorist who stood in readiness beside him. The man quickly tied a rope around each of Lola's ankles and stretched them wide apart, tying the ends of the rope to metal hooks in the ground.
Lola's dimpled buns were spread apart by this action, and Turk's greedy black eyes drank in the sight of her quivered, pink little anus and the succulent mound of her pink, puckered mons Veneris, which were clearly visible and which were rendered completely vulnerable by her uncomfortable position.
Then, Turk moved around in front and dropped to his knees beside Lola's face. He picked up a heavy metal clamp and snapped it suddenly onto one of Lola's dangling, puckered strawberry-colored nipples. The blonde beauty gave a sharp cry of pain, and closed her eyes, whimpering dejectedly.
Grinning, the brutish Black Scorpion snapped another clamp on her remaining nipple. Thin strands of leather were attached to the ends of the clamps, and slowly, Turk pulled down on the clamps, making the sharp teeth bite deeply into the tender flesh of Lola's nipples. He stretched the aching rivets of flesh till her tits were distended several inches.
Lola sobbed in pain, begging for him to stop.
But that only whetted Turk's sadistic appetite. He stretched them even more, until Lola was certain they would be ripped off her aching chest.
Then, he secured the ends firmly to wooden posts driven into the earth. Tied up in this fashion, Lola was rendered utterly vulnerable. Any movement she made twisted her breasts and ankles and hands painfully, causing the ropes and the manacles to bite cruelly into her flesh.
"Divina! Come on! The white bitch is ready!" Turk barked.
Lola looked up, and out of the darkness in front of her loomed the figure of an enormous, zaftig black woman.
She must have been nearly six feet tall, one of the biggest women Lola had ever seen. She had huge, stupendous breasts, thrusting in front of her like missiles, with gigantic, puckered nipples.
She had a frothy Afro hair-do, and her full, sensuous lips were twisted in a sinister grin.
Between her wide, comely thighs was a thick, wiry patch of pubes, sprouting over the puckered hill of her fat, oozing pussy. Its drooling, rubbery lips were slightly parted and Lola saw the bulging tip of the black dominatrix large, oily clit.
Divina stepped forward until her crotch was directly in front of Lola's face. The black terrorist woman spread her legs wide, opening the succulent lips of her bushy twat.
Reaching down, she dug her fingers into Lola's hair cruelly and jerked the blonde captive's face forward hard.
"Eat my pussy, white bitch! Let me feel that sluttish tongue of yours probing deep inside my black snatch!" Divina said huskily, swiveling her hips.
Lola's face was mashed between the zaftig black woman's legs, and her nose and mouth were pressed into the sticky warmth of her big, unctuous vagina.
Lola's head reeled as the pungent, womanly odor of Divina's dripping cunt rushed into her nostrils.
Lola had never made it with a woman before. She had never licked pussy. But now, the smell and taste of it was strangely exciting to her.
She pressed her lips against the slick, heated flesh of the black woman's labia and thrust out her tongue, wriggling it deep into the hot, deep furrow.
She lapped at it hungrily, strumming the large, quivering clitoris with the tip of her tongue.
Divina's hot, oily juices began to flow almost immediately, splashing onto Lola's wriggling tongue and filling her mouth with the exotic flavor of woman's love juice.
Divina grunted in satisfaction, digging her nails cruelly into the back of Lola's head and mashing the white girl's face harder between her thighs.
She began to undulate her hips, humping up against the white girl's face, her twitching snatch squelching wetly and noisily around Lola's face.
Lola found it very difficult to breathe, but she had no choice. She was forced to suck and lick and eat out the big black pussy, because if she tried to struggle, the tit clamps bit deeper and more painfully into her tender flesh.
Turk watched the white teenager slobbering and sucking at Divina's dripping pussy. He licked his lips in salacious excitement, jerking his fist up and down the length of his twelve inch log of manmeat.
Then, he looked at the soft, satiny, dimpled cheeks of Lola's upturned ass. A lurch of sadistic excitement rushed through him.
He strode over and took a switch from one of the other terrorists. It was a stout birch switch, resilient and tapered.
He stood behind Lola and brought back his arm, the bicep bulging as he braced himself.
The switch came whistling through the air and cut deeply into the soft, tender flesh of Lola's unsuspecting ass.
Her body jerked violently, and the shocked blonde gave a muffled shriek, stifled by Divina's pumping, dripping pussy.
Turk grunted in satisfaction, feeling the force of the blow travel along his arm and seeing the red mark appear on the blonde captive's white flesh.
He whipped her again and again, saliva frothing from between his clenched teeth as he slashed her ass in crisscross motions with the stinging birch rod.
Lola uttered muffled screams of agony, her senses reeling, but when she tried to move, and even when her body instinctively jerked under the impact of the blows, red hot needles of pain sliced through her nipples, and the manacles and ropes cut deeper into her numbed wrists and ankles.
After a while, Turk stopped, panting in excitement. Divina was mashing her loins harder and faster against the white girl's sobbing face, her hot, feminine fluids flowing copiously as she felt the approach of a powerful multiple orgasm, stimulated as much by the sight of the white girl getting whipped as it was by the helpless blonde's moist tongue and lips.
Fisting his twelve inch barbed lance, Turk dropped to his knees behind Lola and shuffled forward until the huge log of flesh poked between the smarting, lacerated cheeks of the sobbing blonde's ass.
He moaned in delight as his throbbing pecker slid deep into the hot crack and punched up against the tight, quivering anal orifice.
Turk pressed relentlessly forward, the thick, fist-like, mushroom-shaped head forcing the quivering, resisting sphincter muscle to spread wider and wider. Sharp explosions of agony began to pierce through Lola's colon as her asshole muscle was stretched impossibly by the brawny terrorist's thick cockmeat.
Her eyes bulged and she gave a series of muffled shrieks, stifled by the big, wet, heated pussy which was grinding lewdly against her face again and again.
With a grunt, Turk shoved forward with his hips, slamming against her upturned ass with all his might.
His twelve inch cock slid half way up inside of Lola's tight, clenching nether sheath, and he groaned in satisfaction, feeling the hot, slick membranes spasming around his bulging boner deliciously.
Lola jerked back her head violently and screamed in agony as white hot pain sliced through her ass, making spots appear before her eyes.
Divina snarled in impatience, and twisted the blonde's hair cruelly, forcing her face back between her legs.
The stacked black dominatrix pumped her hips lustily, causing her huge, wobbling tits to bounce juicily up and down, panting lubriciously as she approached a climax.
She uttered a piercing, animalistic shriek, swiveling her hips and humping up against Lola's face, practically smothering the hysterical, agonized blonde.
Her pussy juices began to squirt in hot, steady streams into Lola's open mouth, filling it up and running down her cheeks and chin.
Turk slammed forward savagely and stuck all twelve inches of his erection deep inside Lola's bowels and began to pump into her lustily. He fucked her ass hard, drawing back until all but the head of his cock was outside of her body, and then driving all twelve inches back up inside of her again.
The vigorous fucking set Lola's body on fire, and she screamed and sobbed, but gradually, the blinding pain began to subside and combine with a rippling flow of sensuous, lava-like pleasure that expanded throughout her body, making her pussy quiver and grow hotter and hotter.
Lola sobbed in humiliation, her senses reeling, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes as she felt a hot flush of excruciating delight explode between her thighs. She was coming, coming like she had never come before! Her pussy juice dripped copiously down her thighs as her body jerked and shuddered.
Turk groaned in rapture, feeling her asshole muscle convulsively clench around and milk his jabbing joint. He felt the hot flush of liquid squelch over his foot long phallus, and it triggered his own cataclysmic ejaculation.
He threw back his head and uttered a bestial roar, ramming up to the balls inside of her as his long, thick pecker jerked and expanded, spattering gushing spurts of thick, creamy semen deep into her throbbing, agonized bowels.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hallway. Shouts and sounds of scuffling.
"This is the police! You're all under arrest! Nobody move!" a loud voice roared.
Turk jerked out of Lola's ass with a moist popping sound, whirling around. He and the other terrorists in the room grabbed for their weapons, but it was too late.
The room was suddenly swarming with policemen, and the Black Scorpions were placed under arrest! Their last stronghold had been destroyed.
Tanya, Kimberley and Lola sat on deck chairs on the veranda of their hotel room. They were drinking tall glasses of fruit juice and sitting beside them were Lance and Roy.
Tanya said to her lover, "I just can't understand how you figured out what was going on."
Roy grinned. "I guess I'm just a smart fellow, that's all. Kim's note looked very peculiar to me. Especially the part about the locket. I talked to some of the hotel staff, and they said that someone had brought a trunk up to the room and taken it out again, which was even stranger."
"Then, of course, I noticed the bizarre coded inscription inside the locket. That's when Lance and I called the police. Then decided that the terrorists were holed up in the cafe, which had been under surveillance for some time."
"In fact, one of their undercover agents had been watching the cafe and saw Tanya and Lola go inside with two suspected terrorists, and they didn't come out again. When the police raided the place and couldn't find you or the men who had gone with you inside, the figured out that there must be a secret entrance to an underground hideout somewhere in the cafe."
