Traditional morality, both sexual and political, is in the process of undergoing some rather radical change. For many people, these changes are shocking. But, as Alvin Toffler suggested in Future Shock, it isn't the nature of the changes but the rapidity with which they are taking place that shocks us. Watergate, for example, shocked people around the world not because it represented a new type of political immorality but because it was placed in the spotlight and criticized. What took place at Watergate, after all, has taken place in American politics in one form or another for over one hundred years. But by placing it in the spotlight and subjecting it to open criticism, Americans were in effect saying that they were adopting a new code of political ethics.
The very same process has taken place with sexual behavior in the United States, and immorality now seems to deal with ethics rather than erotic behavior. This syndrome is by no means limited to the United States. Upheaval, in many instances, is far more prevalent in other countries, particularly among the emerging nations in Africa, the Middle East and Latin America.
The Abducted Honeymooner is a fictional story that deals head-on with some of these changing values and standards. The setting is Argentina, a country that is today in an emergency condition of political and economic crisis. The principal characters, Peter and Jenifer Martin, Ignacio Sandoval, David Foster, and Sergio Mora, are studies of modern people caught in the swirling vortex of change. Each represents a traditional view, an established role, and not one of these major characters ends the novel without a dramatic change in character.
Sergio Mora loses his struggle for power in an emerging nation of the "Third World." Jenifer discards her traditional morality and becomes a realistic hedonist. And David Foster gives up his established role of a loner to accept a basic human emotion he had denied himself. All of this takes place in five days, which in itself represents the accelerated thrust of our society.
The author points to an interesting contract between two characters in The Abducted Honeymooner: Ignacio Sandoval, the "Hawk"; and David Foster, the "Wolf". Both are "hired guns," but there the similarity ends. The "Hawk" is a professional terrorist and assassin. He was trained in Cuba and is available for hire to any group seeking to disrupt established order. Not too many years ago characters like the "Hawk" were thought to be strictly fictional. But arrests throughout Latin America in the last five years have proved, beyond any doubt, that these men exist, that they are not politically motivated by any particular cause, and that they are highly trained technicians who do what they do for money. For while they are trained by the communists, they aren't necessarily communists themselves. They are, as the author points out here, opportunists who follow the political climate for their own ends.
The "Wolf", on the other hand, represents a new breed of idealists that is growing in various nations of the world. Men like David Foster are also opportunists, but opportunists with a cause. They are men like Daniel Ellsberg who put their personal beliefs above the rules of their society. The Ralph Nader investigations, the Pentagon Papers, and the Watergate hearings indicate that America will be seeing a good deal more of these idealists in the immediate future.
In The Abducted Honeymooner we see the author challenging a number of society's hallowed traditions, particularly in the equation of morality and sex. It is a moral story told in part, in erotic terms. It questions traditional standards and values. "We're both inhabitants of the fringe of society," David Foster says. "While the rest of the world is trying to put things together, we're busy trying to tear them apart." The author suggests that these battles aren't won by miles but by inches, very much as man battles the erosion of the sea on the sands of shore.
The Abducted Honeymooner is a story of political upheaval and social change. It is the story of a girl. And of a man. And about what's happening today.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jenifer's entire body shuddered as the man placed her hand on his lust-inflated, moist, rigid penis. She had never been so frightened in her fourteen years. The very touch of his throbbing genital organ made the innocent young girl want to vomit! She felt his trembling hand on her fully developed breast, his nervous fingers kneading and probing where no male had ever touched before. Then, when he began forcing her pretty young face to his lap, Jenifer saw his rigid penis sticking out of the open fly on his tennis shorts. It was short and thick with light-blue veins rippling along its blood-engorged shaft. The head was like a swollen bulb, bright red and streaked with sticky fluids. Her first sight of a male sex organ triggered panic in the fourteen-year-old girl's mind. She struggled, rolling on the floor of the tennis shop with the muscular athlete on top of her, his hips jerking obscenely as he rubbed his prick against her virginal body. In panic, Jenifer grabbed a tennis racket and swung blindly. The blow caught him on the temple and dazed him, giving Jenifer an opportunity to escape his clutches and run home. The tennis instructor wasn't arrested because Jenifer's mother didn't want her to have to testify in court, but the man's career was permanently crushed and he was on skid row within six months. For the next five years, Jenifer remained perfectly chaste-a moral prude in every sense of the term. Then, in five short days, Jenifer became a wanton sensualist. This is her story.
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The sky above Buenos Aires was a bright blue, but a light crisp, chilling breeze rustled through the leaves of the huge tree in front of the Plaza Hotel as Jenifer emerged from the elegant doorway.
"Taxi, senorita?" the doorman asked, ignoring the shining new wedding ring on her finger as he gave the very attractive young blonde a bow.
"No. No, thank you," Jenifer replied. She smiled as brightly as she could and pulled her light coat tighter around her ripe young body. She had to fight back the panic that gripped her as she turned left and began walking toward the entrance to Florida Street. The thought of being all alone in this strange foreign city for the next eight hours frightened her. In fact, the entire situation had the nineteen-year-old girl's nerves on raw edge.
The call that had sent Peter rushing off to the American Embassy had come just when they had finished unpacking after the all-night flight from New York. It was the moment she had been dreading, the moment he had begun to undress her to take his rightful possession of her body. The very thought of being naked with a man and having him make love to her made Jenifer's blood turn to ice. She knew that her fear of sex was abnormal and she had been in the process of trying to condition herself for marriage when Peter had exploded into her sheltered life.
Glancing at her watch as she entered Florida Street, Jenifer saw that it was a little before ten. She had been a married woman for twenty-two hours and forty minutes. It didn't seem possible! She had been away from her home in Richmond, Virginia, twice in her life, and here she was thousands of miles from home married to a man she hardly knew.
An "English Spoken" sign caught her eye as she glanced at the smart shops along fashionable Florida Street. Jenifer hesitated for a moment, then turned into the chic boutique as a gust of wind caressed her face and made her cheeks flush.
"Do you speak English?" Jenifer asked the first clerk she saw.
"Un momentito," the woman responded in Spanish, signaling to a striking woman at the rear of the store.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked with a smile as she walked up to Jenifer.
"Oh, yes," Jenifer said with a sigh of relief. "We just arrived this morning and I don't speak a word of Spanish. And I'm freezing to death! It's May and I brought summer clothes."
"But this is our winter, Miss...."
"Caldwell," Jenifer replied automatically. "No, I mean Martin. We were married yesterday, you see," she began to explain as she saw the doubting look in the woman's eyes.
"Didn't anyone warn you about our winter?" the woman asked with a warm, reassuring smile.
"Oh," Jenifer said in a more relaxed tone, "the last ten days were a whirlwind. And I'm afraid I'm not much of a traveler. I packed lightly and thought I would buy anything I needed after we arrived."
"How silly of me," the woman said, taking Jenifer's arm and leading her to the back of the store. "Would you like a cup of tea? I know you Americans drink coffee, but I prefer tea and I keep a kettle hot back here. It will warm you. How long will you be staying in Argentina?"
"We'll be living here for a while," Jenifer said, accepting the steaming cup of tea from the woman. "My husband is assigned to the embassy. We're going to stay at the Plaza for a few weeks, then look for an apartment. You have a lovely store."
"Thank you," the woman answered with a bright smile at the prospect of a permanent customer. "Here, take your coat off and relax for a moment, then we'll see if I can show you some things."
The owner of the boutique, who was accustomed to gauging another woman's size at a glance, was surprised at the fullness of Jenifer's body as she helped the girl with her coat. She had large, full breasts, probably a full 38-C cup, a narrow waist, full, well-rounded hips, and lovely, sculptured legs. She was so young! So fresh and innocent with pale ivory skin, bright pink cheeks, full, lovely lips, light-blue eyes and delicate features. The woman wondered if the girl was in motion pictures, but she lacked the dissipated look the woman had seen on some of the Hollywood stars who had visited her boutique. The girl's outstanding feature was her hair. It was long, hanging gracefully half way down her back, with a silken quality and golden sheen that the woman knew no bottle could produce.
"Cigarette?"
"Oh, no, thank you," Jenifer replied softly, almost blushing. "I don't smoke. If I seem nervous, it's just that everything seems so strange and foreign to me."
"I'm sure I'd feel the same way in New York," the woman said, laughing. "But I'm certain you'll love Buenos Aires. It's one of the most beautiful and cosmopolitan cities in the world. Now, what can I show you?"
"Well," Jenifer said thoughtfully, "I know I'll need a good warm coat. And I think I'd better look for some warm sweaters, and maybe some wool dresses. I'm afraid I came terribly unprepared."
"Let's start with the coat. I have some lovely new fall coats over here. Let me see, you wear a twelve, don't you? Yes, this one should look stunning on you. The blue matches your eyes and sets off your hair."
Jenifer slipped into the heavy blue coat and stepped over to the mirror. It had a fitted waist and a wide collar.
"It's perfect!" Jenifer declared brightly. "I'll take it."
The owner of the boutique concealed her surprise that the young girl hadn't even bothered to ask the price. She had no idea what kind of budget the girl was on, and it was best to find out before she wasted a good deal of time. She slipped her glasses down from her forehead and made a show of studying the price tag.
"Let me see," the woman began, "this coat is seventy-five thousand old pesos, or seven thousand five hundred new pesos. That would be about seven hundred and fifty dollars, Mrs. Martin."
"That's fine, and you know that you're the first person in Buenos Aires to call me that."
"What?"
"My new name, Mrs. Martin. I'm not used to it."
"You will be, soon. You want the coat, then?"
"Oh, yes! It's perfect."
The woman smiled and signaled to the clerk in the front of the store to take the coat. Anyone who spent seven hundred and fifty dollars on a coat without giving it a second thought was her type of customer.
"Why don't you sit down, Mrs. Martin? I'll bring out some of the designer's originals we received yesterday and you can see if there is anything you like."
An hour later, Jenifer had chosen a chic, yet conservative, wardrobe. She had declined several of the dresses with daring bodices and concentrated on smart, practical ensembles. Jenifer had no idea what type of entertaining they would have to do. She wasn't even certain that she understood what Peter did at the embassy. They had planned to marry in June, but a sudden call came through and he announced that he was being assigned to Buenos Aires immediately.
"That will be three thousand eight hundred and sixty dollars," the owner of the boutique said as she finished totaling Jenifer's bill. "Do you want us to send all of this over to the hotel for you?"
"All except the coat," Jenifer said. "Perhaps you could put my old coat with the packages. Do you accept traveler's checks?"
"Certainly, but I will have to give you your change in pesos. I'm afraid I don't have any dollars this morning."
"That would be fine. I need some pesos, anyway." Jenifer opened her purse and pulled out a number of books of traveler's checks. She selected one that had five-hundred-dollar checks and carefully signed eight of the drafts. "I'm afraid these are in my maiden name. Mother arranged for them with her bank early this week, before the wedding, I mean. There was so much to do. Anyway, our bank gave me this letter of introduction," she added, handing the woman an envelope.
The woman had to consciously conceal her surprise as she read the letter. Jenifer Caldwell was the only daughter of Virginia Caldwell, the famous heiress of a soap fortune and one of the wealthiest women in the world. No wonder she doesn't bother with the price, the woman said to herself.
"That's quite all right, Mrs. Martin," the woman said sweetly. "And, really, there is no need to bring cash with you when you shop here. I'll be glad to open a charge account for you. We'll send your purchases to the hotel and I'll see that a bellboy puts everything in your room."
"Thank you," Jenifer replied, wondering how she might prolong her visit with this pleasant woman who spoke her language.
"And welcome to Buenos Aires," the woman continued. "I hope you enjoy your honeymoon here."
Jenifer blushed and hated herself for it. Why was it that any implication of sex made her blush? There was an awkward silence and Jenifer decided that she would simply have to continue her lonely tour of this strange city. She pulled on her new warm coat and said goodbye to the owner of the boutique and began walking down Florida Street.
Many years before the Argentine government had closed Florida Street to all automobile traffic and it quickly became the main thoroughfare for smart shops and department stores in Buenos Aires. The street was wide, with small trees and shrubs planted at intervals in the center. Along its fourteen-block length a river of humanity flowed daily. Within a block or two of Florida Street were most of the famous restaurants and theaters of Buenos Aires, making this district of populous Buenos Aires a compact city in itself.
Jenifer drifted into the stream of people moving steadily along the pleasant thoroughfare. She stopped and looked at the attractive displays in the shop windows, fighting back an urge to go on a buying spree. Whenever the pressure of Jenifer's little world in Richmond, Virginia, had become overbearing, she had gone on a shopping spree to relieve her tension. Her mother was understanding and never scolded her for her occasional extravagances, but now Jenifer had a husband to contend with. She had twenty-five thousand dollars in cash and traveler's checks in her purse, a going-away present from her mother, and a letter of credit with the Bank of America in Buenos Aires for an additional twenty-five thousand, her wedding gift from her favorite uncle.
Jenifer knew very little about Peter's financial condition. Her mother's attorney reported that his investigation of Peter Martin had shown Peter to be comfortable-not wealthy, but comfortable. In the time they had known each other, Peter had made only one remark about money. "You'll have to give up being the little rich bitch," he remarked when they first discussed marriage. And although he had laughed when he said it, Jenifer knew that Peter subconsciously resented her mother's fortune.
She had been quick to assure him that money meant nothing to her. And, in truth, money wasn't important to her. Outside of her occasional spending sprees, Jenifer seldom spent any money at all. She often dreamed about what it would have been like to be born poor, to have to struggle and use her intelligence to get by in the world. She was an intelligent girl, a straight-A student who, by attending summer school, had managed to be graduated from college at the age of eighteen.
"I beg your pardon, miss, but you are a very beautiful girl."
Jenifer almost gasped aloud. She had been lost in thought, staring at diamonds in the window of a jewelry store. The man's heavily accented English amused her, but the situation didn't as she looked up at the tall, darkly handsome, very well-dressed Latin man standing beside her. The leer in his eyes told Jenifer that he was undressing her in his mind, and her face flushed.
"Thank you," she said softly, wishing that her voice would register more confidence. "My husband will appreciate your kindness. I'm on my way to meet him now."
She turned away and began walking briskly down the street. Why did all men have sex on their minds? she asked herself. She wished that she were truly meeting Peter, and then the thought of what they would do that night sent her into despair. Peter's parting words echoed in her ears, Tonight, darling, we'll ball until we fall!
CHAPTER TWO
The plane from Rio de Janeiro arrived in Buenos Aires twenty minutes late that same morning. Ignacio Sandoval stood inconspicuously in the line passing through immigration. He was an extremely thin Latin of medium height who took great care never to call attention to himself through his clothes or manner. People seldom gave Ignacio a second glance, but when they did their attention was drawn to the sharp, harsh features of his face. Above his aquiline nose were two coal black eyes that seemed to radiate a cold cruelty. His eyelids were heavy and creased, covering the top half of his pupils like hoods. Because of this visage, Ignacio was often called the Hawk.
Ignacio imposed a steel will on his nerves as he approached the Argentine immigration officer. His passport was made out in the name of Jaime Perez, the John Smith of Latin America, and showed him to be a native of Brazil. His knowledge of the language of Brazil, Portuguese, was non-existent, but he was certain that he could bluff his way through by speaking Spanish very slowly like a tourist.
He glanced around the modern room casually, making careful note of every person in the area. If there were security or intelligence men watching the arrivals, Ignacio was certain that they wouldn't recognize him. He wasn't known in Argentina. That was why he was chosen for this assignment. But it never hurt to take every precaution.
"The purpose of your visit, sir?" the officer asked as he opened the passport.
"Turista," Ignacio responded, watching the man compare the passport photo with a glance at his face. The tenseness left his muscles as he saw the officer stamp his passport.
"Enjoy your visit, Mr. Perez," the immigration officer said as he returned the passport. "You clear customs to your right."
The flight bag in his hand was all Ignacio brought with him, and it contained nothing more than two shirts, an extra pair of slacks, socks and underwear, and his shaving kit. Everything else he needed would be supplied by the local group.
This was one of the luxuries that Ignacio enjoyed about his work, to travel anywhere and have his every wish catered to upon his arrival.
Born in a suburb of Bogota, Colombia, Ignacio never knew his father. His mother was a prostitute and he borrowed the name Sandoval from a popular hero of the Colombian war for independence. He wandered the slums of Bogota almost from the day he learned to walk. At the age of seven, he managed toingratiate himself into the home of a wealthy American petroleum engineer and his wife who had a large house in the fashionable section of town. He became a general helper around the house and was sent to school.
When Ignacio was thirteen, the petroleum engineer was transfered to Texas. After a great deal of paperwork with the two governments involved, Ignacio went to the United States with his American family. He attended high school in Houston, and instead of being grateful for the opportunity that the engineer and his wife had provided for him, Ignacio developed a deep and bitter hatred of all Americans, particularly rich Americans.
At the end of his senior year in high school, Ignacio raped the fair-skinned, blonde daughter of one of Houston's wealthiest families. The disgraced engineer and his wife saved Ignacio from going to jail by placing him on the first flight back to Bogota. They gave him three hundred dollars and told him that they never wanted to see him again, which suited Ignacio perfectly. His only regret was that he hadn't had the opportunity to ram his oversize penis into the engineer's wife's ass. He had dreamed about that, and about how she would squeal when he jammed it to her.
Ignacio never reached Bogota. He deplaned at Caracas and spent two nights in a whorehouse. On the third night he landed in the Caracas jail for beating one of the girls until she was bleeding. It was in the Caracas jail that he met a man who launched him in his successful career as a hired assassin.
To test his nerve and his resourcefulness, he was assigned to kill a minor Venezuelan official that first week. He shot the man in the head as the man stood urinating in a public toilet, and managed to escape without being seen. With this success on his record, Ignacio was sent to Cuba for a two-year training course in revolutionary activities. His knowledge of English and his ability to learn quick made him an outstanding student in the school for terrorists. Since then, he had been involved in seven assassinations, twelve bombings, and a number of political riots in Central and Latin America.
Ignacio didn't know who he worked for, and he knew better than to ask. He was apolitical and cared only about the luxuries of life that his job provided. When he wasn't on assignment he lived in a mansion on the beach below Caracas. He had an expensive sport car, a sailboat, all the young girls and food he wanted, and a small amount saved toward his eventual retirement.
"Senor Perez?"
Ignacio lifted the hoods from his cold eyes and stared at the short heavy-set man standing in front of him as he stepped out of customs. The man was dressed in the uniform of a tour guide, but he carried the identifying green-and-white folder in his left hand.
"Yes?" Ignacio said quietly.
"I was told to meet you," the tour guide replied, taking Ignacio's arm and leading him to the exit. "Your reservations are waiting for you at the Sheraton. You'll stay there tonight. And here is Pati. She is to be your companion."
Ignacio smiled when he saw the young girl standing by the exit step forward. She was young, probably fifteen or sixteen, and very attractive with long black hair, a heart-shaped face with pouting young lips, heavy pointed breasts that rode high on her young chest, a slender waist and lovely legs. Ignacio was pleased that his fame had spread so that his employers even knew his preference for young girls and saw to it that there was one to meet him when he arrived. He gave the young girl a half smile without parting his lips and then turned back to the heavy-set man. The bit about his reservations at the Sheraton amused him. Putting him in an ITT hotel proved that someone in this group had a sense of humor.
"Here are the keys to your car," the tour guide continued, obviously uncomfortable under Ignacio's piercing stare. "It's a gray Torino. The girl knows the car. I am to tell you that you will be contacted at about noon. Please be in your room."
Ignacio nodded, dismissing the man with a glance, and took Pati's hand as she led him through the exit and across the wide entrance to the parking lot across from the terminal.
Ignacio had never seen a Torino before. The outside of the car wasn't particularly impressive at first glance, but the interior of the luxury automobile was a thing of quiet beauty. The dash and doors were finished in fine wood and the upholstery was executed in a soft, tone-on-tone, rich fabric that reminded him of the Cadillac that his wealthy petroleum engineer had driven.
Pati watched the strange man go over the car thoroughly, even lifting the hood to search for a possible bomb. She saw him unlock the glove compartment and remove a pistol, and she shuddered. There was something cruel and dangerous about this man that frightened the young girl. Pati had been a prostitute since the night of her fourteenth birthday when her uncle gave her twenty-five pesos to make him ejaculate in her mouth. She had been with some vicious men in the past two years, but she now wished that she hadn't accepted the two hundred pesos to spend the day and night with this man. There was something about him that made her want to cringe every time he looked at her.
"You turn left at the main road up there," Pati said, pointing to the exit. "That puts us on the freeway into the city."
"Fine," Ignacio remarked, settling down in the comfortable seat as the car responded smoothly to his commands. "You be the pilot. I've never been here before."
Once they were on the freeway headed toward Buenos Aires, Pati looked over at the relaxed man behind the wheel and asked, "Why do they call you The Hawk?"
Ignacio's face froze for a brief instant. How much have they told this little slut? he asked himself. He forced a smile on his lips.
"You'll know when I dip my beak in your little cunt, baby," he replied, laughing with a rumble in his throat at his own humor.
Pati forced herself to laugh, but the mean edge to his voice made her squirm in the comfortable seat of the Torino.
"I am to give you this," she said, pulling an envelope from her purse.
Ignacio opened the envelope with one hand and extracted the Argentine identity card made out in the name of Carlos Orozco. Well organized, he thought to himself, knowing that his reservation at the hotel would be in that name and that the identity card would circumvent the use of his Brazilian passport when he registered.
The couple in the cruising Torino dropped into silence for the remainder of the forty-five-minute drive into downtown Buenos Aires. Ignacio was very careful about his driving, always staying well below the speed limit. He and his fellow students at the school for terrorists had learned from the story of the assassin who had missed a perfect opportunity to kill a military dictator of Venezuela simply because he was caught speeding on a Caracas freeway and taken to jail when the officer became suspicious of his papers. The assassin was subsequently exposed by the secret police and his mutilated body was found in a back alley in the slums of Caracas. In this business you can't be too careful, their instructor had cautioned them.
Following the young girl's instructions, Ignacio wound the Torino around the downtown section of Buenos Aires and drove up the circular entrance to the Sheraton Hotel. He registered, leaving a cash deposit and explaining that his luggage would arrive later, and took the young girl in tow as he followed the bellboy to his room. Ignacio locked and bolted the door as soon as the bellboy left.
The room had the sterile, modern, identityless look that was the trademark of American hotel rooms all over the world, but Ignacio liked it. He had decorated his own home with the same colors and furniture. He hated antiques and he smiled every time he remembered what he and a group of demonstrators had done to a wealthy home during a riot in Lima, Peru. They had broken into the house in search of a government minister and found only cringing servants trying to protect the priceless antiques in the house. Laughing, Ignacio had taken a knife and scarred all of the fine wood tables and cabinets. Then he stood over a French divan and urinated all over the velvet upholstery. The memory of that scene always made him feel good and strangely excited.
"Strip!" he commanded as he glanced over at the young girl, then turned and went into the bathroom without closing the door.
Pati was no stranger to sex. She knew what was expected of her, yet she had to fight back an urge to run out the door and put distance between herself and this strange man. She also knew that the people who had employed her would search her out and kill her if she did. They were among the toughest and most unpleasant people in Buenos Aires.
She could hear the strong flow of water as he urinated and she reluctantly began taking off her clothes.
Ignacio glanced at his watch as he reached down and pushed the button to flush the toilet. It was ten minutes to eleven. That gave him more than an hour before he would be contacted, time enough for a good lay. He had learned to take his sex when he could because in his business he never knew where he would be the next hour. And there was nothing worse than being horny when you were holed up in a lousy room on a stake-out.
He walked back into the bedroom and found the young girl sitting naked on the edge of the bed. Good body, he thought to himself as he stood with his hands on his hips staring at her and admiring her full breasts capped with dark cherries for nipples. His eyes moved slowly down her body and came to rest on her pubic mound. It was full and bushy, but he could see the thin pink lips of her vulva beneath the matted black jungle of curly hair.
"Like?" the girl asked, forcing a smile on her lips.
Ignacio could tell that she was afraid of him, and he liked that. He could feel the blood pounding in his temples as he stared at her nude body. It was happening again, the thing that always came over him when he was with a whore. It was his mother sitting there, lusting with men for money while he begged and stole in the streets, leaving him alone night after night while she laughed her way from one man's arms to the next. It made his blood boil to think about it, and this was the moment he became The Hawk searching quietly for its prey.
He moved forward slowly until he was standing directly in front of the frightened young girl.
"Take my pants down," he commanded with an edge to his voice that dared her to disobey.
"You're not much on romance, are you?" Pati said, regretting her words the minute she made the remark. She saw his hand whip out and she cried aloud as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up.
"Take my pants down, I said!" he snapped.
The menace in his cold stare made Pati shudder. She quickly reached up and loosened his belt and pulled his zipper down. Slipping her young fingers beneath the elastic of his shorts, she pulled his slacks and underpants down over his lean hips.
"Oh," The surprised gasp escaped from Pati's throat as she freed his genitals from his undershorts and his penis flopped out before her eyes. Pati had been with a number of men in her young life, but she had never seen anything to equal this strange man's sex organ. It was as thick as a hunk of mooring rope, gnarled with thick blue veins and was easily twelve inches long. How could a girl take anything this thick and this long inside her?
This was the moment Ignacio loved, the moment when a woman saw his weapon for this first time. He delighted in the mixture of shock and fear that always registered on their faces. Some of them screamed. Others were speechless.
He almost smiled when he looked down on her bulging eyes as she stared at his organ. Her lower jaw had dropped and her young face registered disbelief.
"Kiss it," he commanded. When the sixteen-year-old girl failed to respond immediately, Ignacio yanked her hair. "Kiss it, I said!"
The pain of his yanking her hair brought Pati to her senses. She had no idea how she would handle this man, she only knew that she had to. Slipping his pants and shorts down so that they fell in circles around his feet, she reached out and took the giant organ in her hands. Her fingers couldn't completely encircle the thickness of that monster and she had to hold it in both hands as she lifted it toward her mouth. The heavy, pungent odor assaulted her nose, making her nostrils flare and sending the smell of sex racing through her young system.
She was staring at the red swollen head of his penis, her body quivering with the certain knowledge of what punishment this could inflict on her. She swallowed twice in an effort to push the fear back in her throat.
Ignacio experienced a tingling sensation in his testicles when he saw the pretty young girl's lips part and her tongue slide out to touch his straining organ. The touch of her young tongue on his turgid sex seemed to ignite a fuse in his body, but he imposed an iron will on himself.
The mixed flavor of sex and urine permeated Pati's mouth when she ran her tongue over the surface of his lust-swollen penis. She knew in an instant that he didn't bathe very regularly. The odor of his sex was almost overpowering and she had to keep herself from gagging. Her young mind worked rapidly. If she could suck him off, maybe she wouldn't have to take this thick cock up inside her. But could she even get it in her mouth?
"Suck it," he said firmly, apparently reading her mind. The comers of his cruel mouth turned slightly up when he saw her bring his organ to her lips. When he saw her hesitate for a moment, he yanked her hair viciously. Her mouth fell open and he jerked his hips to jam his manhood between her full young lips.
The sixteen-year-old girl thought that she was going to choke to death. His huge prick was crushing her tongue as it filled her mouth and made her cheeks puff out. Her jaw ached as she expanded her mouth to take him, and the comers of her lips felt like they were splitting apart. Pati closed her eyes and prayed that she would live through this.
Ignacio felt a rumble in his loins as he watched the expression on the young girl's face. She had never had anything like this before, of that he was certain. Her eyes were bulging wide and her cheeks were puffed out like balloons. Her young lips were pressed around the thick hardness of his shaft and her tongue was pressing firmly against the head of his organ as it tired to escape being crushed. He glanced down and smiled when he saw that her entire body was trembling. Her tits were shaking like jell-o in an earthquake and the muscles in her neck were rippling in spasm after spasm. For a moment he considered holding her pretty young head in both hands and pouring it to her this way, but he wanted to hear her scream with a mixture of pain and delight when he fucked her young cunt out. She would earn whatever they were paying her!
Holding her young head in both hands, Ignacio jerked his hips hard and thrust deep into her throat. His blood began pounding through his system as he saw her lips strain while his organ slid in and out of her tortured mouth. Tears formed in her pretty eyes and ran down her flushed cheeks. Saliva was beginning to ooze from the comers of her mouth and her nostrils flared open like two small bells.
When he felt his control weakening, he pulled his organ free of her face and pushed her roughly back on the bed. He stepped out of his expensive loafers and kicked his feet free of his clothes.
"Oh ... Oh, please," Pati whimpered as her chest heaved in an effort to fill her tortured lungs. "Let me suck you, please!"
Ignacio ignored her, gripping her thighs in his strong hands and jerking her legs apart so that he could kneel between them on the bed. The strong odor of her sex wafted to his nostrils and filled his being with animal desire. He knew that she could never take him unless she was excited and well lubricated, and he wanted the bitch so hot that she wouldn't be able to stand it when he would ream her out.
He brought his face down to her soft pubic mound, inhaling the fragrance of her sex as another man might sniff brandy. His tongue slipped between his lips and coursed the width of his mouth, then darted out to dip into her slit. He brought his hands up and opened her vulva like a flower, flicking his tongue against the red bud nestling between her vaginal lips.
As frightened of the man as she was, Pati felt her body respond to his intimate kiss. His tongue was rough and hard, almost like fine sandpaper against her sensitive clitoris. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched his experienced mouth fix itself on her sex. She saw his tongue flopping up and down as it coursed the entire length of her vulva like a child licking an ice cream cone. The electric shocks began racing through her young body alerting every nerve ending in her young system.
"Ooooohhh, God, that's gggggoooooooood!" she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back when she felt the nipples on her breasts spring to life and become as hard as granite. Very few of Pati's customers did this to her, and this she was loving! His tongue was so hard and rough!
Ignacio rolled his tongue and dipped it into her moist hole. He smiled to himself as he felt the muscles in her thighs tense and her crotch arch up to grind her sex into his face. He jammed his slithering tongue deep inside her vaginal opening, then quickly withdrew its length and lapped at her quivering clitoris.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Pati groaned. The blood was beginning to boil in her young veins and the itch in her crotch had turned into a burning fire. "No! No! Don't stop!" she squealed as she suddenly felt him withdraw his face from her pubic mound. "Please, don't stop!"
Ignacio reached behind him and grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs high in the air and doubling them down until her knees were touching her quivering tits. Now her vagina was wide open and arched up to receive him. He brought his knees forward, feeling the ache in his loins as he stared directly into her young sex, then mashed the swollen head of his organ hard against her erected clitoris. Now she would start earning her pay!
Pati looked down and saw his huge organ poised at the entrance to her vagina and the excitement was drained out of her body in an instant. His prick looked even bigger now than it had before! She saw his heavy balls hanging between the cheeks of her buttocks like two misshapen gourds. The shaft of his penis looked as thick as her leg! The sixteen-year-old girl was positive that he would rip her apart, maybe ruin her for life. She tried to wiggle away, but he held her body pressed into a tight ball and she couldn't move.
Moving his hips, Ignacio brought his penis to the dark-red hole near the bottom of her slit. When a woman was compressed into a ball like this she appeared to be all cunt to him. He moved forward, pushing the head of his penis against the ring of her vaginal enterance. He continued pressing until it broke her natural resistance and popped inside her warm opening.
"Aaaauuurrggghh!" Pati groaned, gritting her teeth against the pain as she felt her vaginal opening expand more than it ever had before in her young life.
Ignacio felt his excitement build as he heard her groan. His balls were beginning to rumble like a volcano threatening to erupt. Bracing himself on his hands at her sides, he jerked his strong hips and thrust into her body.
"AAAAAUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHH!" Pati screamed. The tender walls of her young vagina seemed to explode as they stretched and strained against the rock-hard organ lunging deep inside her. Pain swept through her like a flood covering a meadow, searing each nerve ending in her body until it was raw. She felt blood trickle into her mouth as she bit her lip, and it was all she could do to keep herself from falling into the deep black pit of unconsciousness.
Ignacio was determined to show her no mercy. She had to be punished! He dug his toes into the mattress and lunged again and again into her tortured young body, watching her head flail back and forth on the bed.
"Oh, Sweet Mary, Mother of God!" the tortured girl screamed. "I can't take it! Aaauuurrrggghh! You're killing me! Please! Please!"
Her cries were music to Ignacio's warped desire. Holding her tightly squeezed into a ball, he withdrew his organ until just the tip was inside her outstretched vagina. Then he lunged forward with all of his strength. His thrust was halted for a moment half way down, but he brought the weight of his body against hers and managed to sink the full length of his shaft up her cunt. He felt his heavy, loaded balls slap against her ass and he saw her begin beating her fists on the bed as her head flew back and forth and tears ran in rivers from her eyes.
Pati felt herself falling into the black, bottomless pit twice, but somehow managed to hold on to the reality of what was happening to her. She had never experienced pain like this in her life! Her skin seemed to be on fire and every inch of her body was burning. She broke two fingernails digging into the bedspread, but the young girl didn't even feel the pain.
Her vagina was stretched so far that it seemed to go numb. She could feel his heavy balls beating against her ass, and when she opened her eyes and saw his thick shaft spearing her body she thought for a moment that she had grown a third leg! She wished herself dead to bring an end to the pain, but the pain remained to torture her sobbing body.
Gradually, Pati realized that something was trying to break through the intense pain in her body. At first it was a mild tingling sensation. Then it became an itch, a familiar itch. My God, she said to herself between the sobs that were racking her body, I'm getting excited!
Ignacio recognized the change the moment it took place. Her body seemed to lose its tenseness and her hips arched ever so slightly to counter his hard thrusts. Using his strong hips like powerful pistons, he began stroking her with hard, fast lunges that sent his prick to the very depths of her womb.
"OH! YES, YES, YES! SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Pati chanted as the mixture of pain and pleasure swept through her body like a raging fire. "GIVE IT TO ME! HARDER! HARDER!"
Ignacio needed no encouragement at this point. The ache in his balls was more than he could take. He thrust into her with all of his might, bouncing his balls against the firm cheeks of her young buttocks and sinking his sex-crazed shaft to the hilt in her body. Her vagina was hot and tight, like a strong hand milking his organ.
"Now! Oh, please. Now! I can't go on any longer!" Pati moaned as the dam inside her began to crack and give way to the flood of her orgasm.
Ignacio's balls roared like a racing diesel. He grabbed her ankles again and pushed down to arch her hips even higher as he bludgeoned the depths of her womb. His balls erupted as they slapped hard against her ass and jets of molten semen went racing down his shaft.
"Aaaiiiieeeeeeeee!" Pati screamed at the top of her lungs! "I'm cuuuuuummmmiiiiinnnnnngggg!"
Ignacio felt the muscles in her vagina contract and grip his surging penis as their bodies locked together in a high arch off the mattress. His toes curled as he felt his balls drain into her body.
His body relaxed as the tenseness left his muscles. He opened his eyes and looked down at the young girl. He smiled to himself when he saw that she had fainted. Slowly, he withdrew his organ from her tortured vagina. Then he climbed off the bed and began searching for a cigarette.
The young girl was still unconscious when the telephone rang.
CHAPTER THREE
"Your first assignment, Martin?" Carl Raitman asked after he had exchanged greetings with the new man sent down by Washington.
"Yes, sir," Pete Martin replied, making himself comfortable in the chair across from the man who was responsible for the intelligence operation in the embassy. "At least for the government, that is."
"Yes," Raitman responded with a hint of a smile, "we have your file here. Security advisor with ITT. Some brilliant work in the Chilean affair. Too bad it was such a rout for your company. ITT, I'm afraid, is a bad word in Latin America. I don't think I'd mention that part of your life to any Latin."
"A good deal of it has been exaggerated, sir," Pete began.
"Be that as it may, Martin," Raitman interrupted in a crisp tone that exerted without question his authority and command, "you'll find it wise to accept my advice."
"Yes, sir," Pete answered quickly, reminding himself of his new career and new loyalty.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting," Raitman said in a softer voice. "We've been in a bit of a flap around here this morning. How much do you know about Argentine politics?"
"Practically nothing," Peter replied.
Raitman lifted his eyes and studied the young man for a moment. An honest answer. He liked that, and he liked Peter Martin. He was young, in his mid-twenties, clean cut, perhaps a little too handsome for Raitman's taste, a political science graduate with honors, neat and well dressed, and he appeared to have an athletic body. Although this was Martin's first assignment, Raitman knew that his outstanding record as a security officer with ITT proved that he wasn't green to intelligence work. Raitman wondered briefly how an ex-ITT man was able to get a position with the government, particularly for a Latin American assignment. Someone obviously pulled some strings. He wondered if it was the young man's wealthy mother-in-law.
"That puts you on a par with the average Argentine," Raitman said with a broad grin. "They don't know anything about their own politics, either. Relax and I'll give you a thumbnail sketch. This will have to serve as a brief orientation because things are breaking too fast to go through the usual routine. As soon as you get a chance to look around, you'll see that Argentina is one of the most naturally beautiful countries in the world. It's somewhat like the States. Here you have the Andes, which many contend are more beautiful than the Swiss Alps, the Pampas, one of the most fertile areas in the world, the coast around Mar de Plata, which rivals the French Riviera, and spectacular varieties of scenery and climate."
"Will I be traveling?" Peter asked.
"That depends. In this business, Martin, you never know where you will be five minutes from now. At the moment, Argentina is in a political and economic crisis. I suspect that some of us will be putting in a number of eighteen-and twenty-hour days for a while. And you need to understand Argentina to know what's going on. Always remember that forty-two percent of the Argentines are Italian, forty percent are Spanish, and the other eighteen percent is a mixture of French, German and other Europeans. This is a country of immigrants."
"A good deal like the States," Peter commented, lighting a cigarette and settling back in his chair.
"Right. They have no Argentine national heritage, no long-established culture base. This is a nation of very independent people, and that's part of their problem. Like the French and Italians, they have a difficult time agreeing on anything. The Argentine government is very democratic, in some ways more democratic than ours. Instead of two major political parties, however, there are sixteen splinter parties in this country."
"I thought the Peronistas were the major power," Pete remarked.
"They are, at the moment, Martin," Raitman responded, "but the Peronistas are a bag of cats. Within the party itself there are eight different factions, communists, anti-communists, liberals, conservatives, nationalists, you name it."
"That sounds a little impossible," Peter said.
"It would be anywhere else but in Argentina," Raitman laughed. "But you have to understand the economy here. Argentina has almost unlimited natural resources, with the exception of metals. You'll never have better meat or wine than you'll find here. Yet the growth of the economy as a whole has been miserable, and that's a result of poor administration and political instability. Only two presidents in Argentine history have ever served out their full term. Juan Peron was one of them, and he accomplished it with a pistol. The rest, including Peron in his second term, have been tossed out by the military. In turn, the military has botched up the administration of government as only the military can."
"I thought Peron was a popular hero here."
"He was, and he is again. Peron raped the country at the richest point in its history. He and his gang made off with hundreds of millions after World War II, and the country has never recovered. He managed to leave the impression that the working man had never had it so good, however, and that partly accounts for his renewed popularity. The other factor is that Argentina has suffered through a series of military governments that produced incredible inflation and erosion of the value of the peso. Meanwhile, foreign companies have invested here and made substantial killings. The Argentines feel they need a national figure to rally behind, and Juan Peron is the only man who ever demonstrated that type of charisma."
"Does that account for the overwhelming victory of the Peronistas in the recent elections?" Peter asked.
"In part, and this is important, Martin. A hell of a lot of the votes cast for Peron were actually cast against the military government."
"And not for Peron himself?"
"Right. There are a lot of Argentines who can't stomach Juan Peron. And there are a hell of a lot of big foreign interests who are afraid of Peron. Our most recent reports indicate that there are no less than three serious plots underway to assassinate Juan Peron. And if any one of them succeeds, the United States will be blamed in one way or another. It's ridiculous because American money backed Peron in the elections, but it's a fact nonetheless."
"And, if I read you correctly, we want Juan Peron to stay very much alive?" Peter remarked.
"At all costs," Raitman said firmly. "Or, all else failing, to have concrete evidence that will leave absolutely no doubt who was involved and keep America's nose clean."
"Wow!" Peter exclaimed. "It looks like I've walked right into a hornet's nest."
"You have," Raitman agreed, "even more than you realize. And it's your job to help us see that no one gets stung-including yourself. I know you're on your honeymoon, and I apologize for pulling you in the minute you arrive, but a new problem reared its ugly head this morning. Have you ever heard of the Wolf?"
"I don't think so," Peter replied, shaking his head.
"I didn't expect you to have," Raitman continued, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. "The Wolf is one of the top undercover agents in the world. We know next to nothing about him, but we do know he's dangerous and damned efficient. Here, this is the only known photo of him in existence," he said, handing Peter a snap shot.
"Who does he work for?"
"Would you believe, we don't know? I know it sounds ridiculous, but we don't know whom he works for. We suspect the Wolf works for various people."
"Free lance?"
"Something like that, but we're not sure. What we are sure of, Martin, is that the Wolf arrived in Buenos Aires this morning. And that makes us very nervous."
"Peron?"
"Could be," Raitman replied, standing and walking to the window. "The hell of it is we don't know the Wolf's role. He could be here to assassinate Peron, or he could be here to foil any attempt to assassinate Peron."
"Which sort of hangs us out to dry, doesn't it?" Peter remarked.
"Correction, Martin," Raitman said, turning to face his newest agent, "it hangs you out to dry. The Wolf is your assignment."
"Wait a minute!" Peter declared.
"No objections, Martin," Raitman said with a wave of his hand. "We've been on emergency status here for almost a year. We're so terribly understaffed we can't even stagger our loads. I've pleaded with Washington for more men. That's why they rushed you here, but I need half a dozen agents. Every man I have is up to his neck, so you'll have to take on the Wolf."
"Does he have a name?" Peter asked, resigning himself to what was virtually an impossible situation. He only hoped that Jenifer would be understanding.
"Negative. At least not verified. David Foster is one he has used, but we have no idea if it's his real name. Understand, our file on this man is non-existent. You'll be building the file yourself."
"How did he arrive in Buenos Aires? What passport is he using?"
"He came by air, but we don't know the flight. We know he has a Dutch passport showing Curasao as his home, but we don't know if he used it to enter Argentina. The name on that passport is Karl Ubing."
"Look," Peter said with a sinking feeling, "if you don't know what flight he arrived on, or what passport he used, how do you know he's even here?"
"I'll have to lean on the old 'reliable source' routine," Raitman replied, "but believe me when I say this is a very reliable source. The Wolf left New York last night. That's confirmed. He arrived in Buenos Aires this morning. An Argentine security agent saw him come out of the airport, but five flights had arrived in the half hour before the man saw him. This agent once worked with the Wolf in Cuba, so he knows him by sight. He tipped us. He followed the man downtown. The Wolf entered the Aurora Hotel, a third-class hotel just a few blocks from here, but when the agent checked the desk he found that no one had registered, this morning. End of trail."
"And I take it from there?" Peter asked. , "That's it," Raitman replied. "I know it's a tough one for your first assignment, but I can't help it. I'm giving you a good local man to help. Once you find him and get some idea of what he's up to, maybe I can free a team for surveillance. What I want right now is where he is and what he's doing, then we'll play it by ear."
The meeting ended abruptly as Raitman was summoned to the ambassador's office. Peter picked up the credentials that Raitman's secretary had waiting for him and took the elevator to the street level. He flashed his new credentials at the Marine guard at the entrance and stepped out of the building. The man who was to help him wasn't due in until three o'clock in the after noon. Peter considered going to the hotel to have lunch with Jenifer, then decided he had better get started at once on his assignment. Raitman had thoroughly impressed him with the urgency of the situation.
Peter Martin prayed for some break that would allow him to spend the evening with his bride. Then turned left on Lavalle Street and began walking toward the Aurora Hotel.
CHAPTER FOUR
David Foster was never comfortable when a gun was pointed directly at his chest, even when the weapon was in the hand of a tall, strikingly pretty brunette. Yet he was confident enough of his cover to remain calm as Yolanda Rivera politely held him prisoner in the plain but clean room of the Aurora Hotel.
Cover arrangements had been made for him to enter Argentina as a minor finance officer attached to the American embassy, then, only the day before a stroke of luck had come his way when his "friends" had apprehended a "specialist" hired by the Tuyo group in Argentina. The "specialist" was a little league thug unknown to the Argentine group, so he conveniently "disappeared" and David Foster took his papers and assumed his identity. David had to penetrate Tuyo, and what better way than to arrive as an employee?
A professional, David had to admire Tuyo's organization and security. The "specialist," before he "disappeared", had volunteered that he was to make contact in Room 112 at the Aurora Hotel and also provide the two agreed-upon passwords. David was surprised to find that the contact was an attractive girl, and even more surprised to find that she was going to hold him at the point of a gun until she verified him with her superior.
"You're a quiet one," Yolanda remarked as she extracted a cigarette from a pack and managed to light it with one hand while she held the gun level.
"I'm not used to such pretty contacts," David bantered. "And if I said what I'm thinking, you might slap me or have an accident with that gun."
"Don't be so sure," Yolanda replied with an enigmatic smile. "Why did you change your name?"
"Last-minute passport difficulties," David responded, recognizing that this was the point being held against him. "I thought I explained that. You've seen my other papers. I just couldn't use my own passport."
"We'll hear from my boss any minute," she said. "He'll want to talk to you."
"I expect that," David laughed, "or they wouldn't have given me code words for identification. Where did you learn English?"
"Here," the girl replied. "You'll find many Argentines speak English. We have it in school."
David openly appraised the girl as she explained about how English was used in the Argentine school system. She was in her early twenties, tall, perhaps five feet eight inches, slender, fair skinned with a good figure and intense blue eyes. Her hair was a light chestnut shade of brown and fell in graceful waves to her slender shoulders. She wore a very mod leather slack suit with a green wool turtleneck sweater beneath the jacket. Her face was more striking than beautiful. She had high cheek bones and a firm jaw line. Her lips were wide and sensual. The average person would never have taken her for a member of a terrorist group, but David Foster knew how well organized these people were.
He could feel a stirring in his loins as he openly stared at the beautiful girl. She had a strong animal attraction. Poised on the edge of the dresser as she was, she looked like a fierce cat ready to attack. He wondered what kind of a lay she would be, and he wondered if he could afford taking a chance with her. If she was receptive, she could be an ally in the group. If she wasn't, she could simply tell him to forget it. He was startled when he glanced up to her eyes and found that she was giving him the same open appraisal that he had been giving her.
"Like what you see?" David asked with a smile.
"That depends," she responded.
"On what?"
"On what my boss says when he calls, and on whether you're a real man or just pretending to be one," Yolanda replied with a laugh. "I detest weak, passive men. My type of man takes what he wants without questions and without apologies."
"Then I'm your type of man," David replied.
"Perhaps," she said without a hint of a smile. "Anyone ever tell you that you look like James Coburn?"
"That ugly?"
"That handsome, stupid! Modern girls are fed up with the Tony Curtis type. A man with your looks can get what he wants."
"Well," David replied lightly, "I don't seem to be doing so well at the moment."
The ringing of the telephone beside the bed interrupted their banter and Yolanda crossed the room quickly, keeping the gun aimed at David as she moved. She spoke softly into the receiver, answered several questions, then nodded to David and held the phone out for him.
David noticed that she continued pointing the gun at him as he took the instrument and began answering rapid questions posed by a serious voice at the other end. David forgot the girl and concentrated on the man on the phone. He had to pass this hurdle to gain access to the Tuyo organization. He replied without hesitation, and with an air of slight irritation, to each of the questions asked, giving the two code words at the appropriate moment.
"Okay," the voice on the phone said, "sorry for the inconvenience. We run a tight ship. Let me talk to the girl again. She'll bring you here at two o'clock. We've had a slight problem this morning."
David handed the phone to Yolanda and saw her lower the gun the minute she had the receiver to her ear. She listened to her instructions and then placed the receiver back in the cradle.
"You passed," she said with a smile, replacing the gun in her purse.
"And if I hadn't?" David asked, his muscles relaxing automatically the moment the threat of the gun was removed. He could have taken the gun away from her at any time, but that wouldn't have helped him with Tuyo.
"I would have left this room alone," she replied softly. "We have two hours. Are you hungry?"
"How long does it take to get where we're going?"
"Fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes. Why? What do you want to do?"
"Take what I want, without question and without apology," David replied, moving across the room slowly and stopping in front of the attractive girl.
"Cool it ... ," the girl began, but David put his arms around her and crushed his mouth against hers before she could finish. He felt his cock swell as he inhaled the aroma of her and tasted the sweetness of her lips. She was an active girl and he could smell her sweat. It was a strong, heady odor that excited him. He slipped his tongue between her lips and felt her relax momentarily in his arms. Pressing his advantage, David brought his hand to her small but firm breast.
"Stop it!" she snapped, managing to push him away. "I choose my own men. They don't choose me! The only way you could have me is to rape me!"
"If that's the way you want it, baby," David said moving in close to her again. He saw her shift her weight and knew what was coming. When she brought her knee up toward his crotch, he stepped to the side and grabbed her leg. She screamed as he threw her off balance and propelled her to the bed.
"You bastard!" she screamed, lashing out with her fingernails as he fell on top of her. Again she brought her knee up, and this time she caught him on the thigh. "I'll kill you," she snapped.
David realized that he had underestimated her as they wrestled on the bed, She wasn't a cat; she was a tigress. He was equally certain that Yolanda was the kind of girl who wanted to be raped, who had to be treated roughly and humiliated in order to enjoy sex. He had been running into more and more of these girls since women's lib had come into vogue. They were so busy putting men down that the only way they could achieve any sexual satisfaction was to be thoroughly dominated. Never one to kid himself, David freely admitted that he enjoyed taking a girl this way.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, slapping her face twice. She flew at him with her claws bared, but he grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back with one hand. She tried to knee him again and David slapped her. Then he reached down and yanked down the zipper on her slacks. This was one time that David hated slacks on a girl.
"Don't tear my clothes, please!" she pleaded. "I'm not rich and this is all I've got. Please!"
David ignored her and continued yanking at her leather slacks.
"Please," she whimpered. "I'll take them off, but please don't tear them."
"No tricks?" David snapped.
"No tricks. I promise," she said convincingly.
David let her up and grabbed her quickly when he saw her dive for her purse. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her arm up behind her back.
"Now get those clothes off!" David said harshly. "One more trick and I'll kick the shit out of you."
"You're a typical American pig, aren't you. Ow! Christ, you'll break my arm! Ow! Okay, okay," she sobbed as she reached down with her free hand and began slipping her slacks and panties down.
David's penis became fully erect as he watched her wiggle out of her tight-fitting slacks. He smelled her sex before he saw it, a strong, terribly exciting odor that made his loins burn with desire. Then her bushy pubic mound appeared to his view. It was heavy, the same chestnut color of her hair, a verdant growth in a dark forest. Her thighs were slender, but perfectly rounded, and her legs tapered gracefully to her small feet. Instinctively, David pulled around behind her as she kicked off her shoes and freed her feet from her slacks on the floor. He saw the firm round globes of her ass and felt his blood begin to race through his system. She had a model's ass, round and tight.
"Now the rest of it, baby," he said, flipping her around and pressing her back against the wall as he freed her arm.
"It must be pretty bad when you have to take women like this!" she spit at him. She quickly slipped out of her jacket and began pulling her sweater over her head when she saw him take a step toward her.
The ache in David's groin grew more demanding when he saw that she didn't wear a bra. Her breasts were small, but perfectly formed, sitting proudly on her chest as if an artist had carved them from marble.
"Is this the only way you can get laid?" she taunted him as she dropped her sweater on the floor.
David laughed. He knew what she wanted. His hand flicked out at lightning speed and he slapped her hard. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around and pushed her roughly on the bed. He groaned as her knee grazed his groin when he fell on top of her. The pain sent anger flooding through his system. What had started out as a game was now a match. He had intended to hold her down and make love to her, but she obviously wanted to be raped.
He dug his nails into her thighs until she groaned and relaxed her muscles so he could pull her legs apart. As he wedged his body between her firm thighs, the strong odor of her sex almost overpowered his senses. She lashed out at him with her nails as he unzipped his pants, but he managed to duck. David pulled his cock free of his shorts and leaned down heavily on her struggling body. There was no time to undress. He would have to take her this way.
Yolanda's heart was beating in her throat. She hated herself for being this way! Yet she was so excited that she was actually gasping for breath. The moment she had seen David she knew that she had to have him, that he would be mean and hurt her, but that she had to have him. She felt his penis pressing against the lips of her vagina and the contact made her heart leap. His prick was as hard as the rest of his body, hard and muscular.
"Owwwwwwww!" she gasped as she felt him plunge his swollen penis into her dry vagina. "You rotten bastard!" she snapped.
"You'll sing a different tune in a moment," David said, pinning her arms down and bucking his hips to send his prick to the very depths of her womb. Her pussy was tight, so tight that it seemed to tear at the skin on his penis. He dug into her sex with long, hard jabs, mashing his pelvis against her clitoris with every stroke. There was no finesse here, just two animals fucking.
David watched her face as he sent his cock racing into her body. A transformation took place before his eyes. Her defiance left her eyes and her mouth dropped open as her chest heaved for breath. If one of the masters had painted a woman in heat, Yolanda would have been the model. Her tongue coursed her wide lips and her hips arched to meet his strokes.
From the look on her face, and from the rumblings in his balls, David knew that the moment was close at hand. He lunged into her with a half a dozen hard thrusts, then pulled his penis back until just the swollen, throbbing head was lodged inside her warm cuntal opening.
"Don't stop, you bastard!" she gasped. "Don't stop!"
"Beg, you proud bitch!" David said with a smile. "If you want it, beg for it!"
"You filthy son of a bitch," she whimpered. "Make love to me."
"You can do better than that!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she screamed.
David smiled, then lunged into her with a thrust that carried his turgid penis to the nether depths of her wanton cunt. He held its lust-contorted shaft there, not moving in spite of her grinding hips.
"You pig!" she cried. "Fuck me! I mean it! Fuck me!"
David drew back and rammed into her again, this time following his lunge with a series of short jabs that had her panting. She responded with a series of grunts and began grinding her hips hard against his surging body. Her legs flew around his waist and she held him in a tight scissors grip, her body locked hard against his. He pounded his cock to her as hard as he could and reached down to grasp her hard breasts in his hands. He massaged them and pinched her nipples until she was screaming with a mixture of pain and joy.
"NOW!" she groaned. "NOW! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER, YOU BASTARD!"
David held her tits like handles and plunged into her until his balls felt like they would disintegrate in their demand for release. Her grip around his waist seemed to be knocking the breath out of him. Then he saw her mouth drop open and he heard a low gurgling sound in her throat.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiieeeeeee!" she cried as her body went into a series of severe spasms when her orgasm crashed in on her.
David relaxed his control and felt his testicles erupt with a violence that he hadn't experienced in a long time. His climax seemed to start in his toes and race up his legs. He felt the muscles in his hard thighs spasm just before the searing hot cream shot forth from his surging prick.
"Christ!" he muttered as he felt her contract the walls of her vagina and squeeze his cock when he started to ejaculate inside her straining body. He dug his fingers into her firm tits until white depressions formed around the tips. He bucked into her, sending his prick deep inside her body with each gob of semen that spurted from his throbbing penis.
Then they both relaxed and went limp on the bed.
When he regained his strength, David pulled himself off the bed and walked over to pick up Yolanda's purse from the floor. He opened it and searched until he found her pack of cigarettes.
"What are you going to do now?" she called from the bed. "Are you going to kill me with my own gun?"
"Borrowing a cigarette," David said, lighting up and looking at himself in the mirror.
"Don't you have your own?" she taunted.
"Don't smoke, except after sex," David commented.
"And you don't get laid often enough to buy a pack of your own," Yolanda jeered him with a laugh.
"Get off my back, Yolanda," David replied. "You got what you wanted."
"So did you, you bastard!" she said quickly. "I know what I want, and I don't kid myself. Do you know what you want, Harold, or Karl, or whatever your name is? We're both animals. Beasts of the jungle. We live in an animal world, a big goddamned zoo! First the Hawk arrives. Then everybody gets excited because they hear the Wolf is in Buenos Aires. Animals! That's all we are, Mr. Rapist, a bunch of animals in a zoo!"
David's senses came alert the minute the girl mentioned the Hawk and the Wolf. So Ignacio Sandoval was here! The tip they had received had been accurate. What was this about the Wolf? Had they been leading him on? Had they blown his cover already?
"I don't know about hawks and wolves, baby," David remarked nonchalantly as he sat down beside her on the bed, "but I'm a beast and I know it. I'll get to you with my clothes off someday and show you how mean I can be."
"Share," she said, taking the cigarette from his hand and putting it to her lips. "It doesn't work the second time, you should know that."
"It would if I tied you up and used your body any way I wanted," David said, watching a tremble cross her body at the suggestion. "Who are these characters, the Hawk and the Wolf?"
"The Hawk is another hired gun like you," Yolanda said with a pretended yawn. "How ... how would you tie me up?" she asked, trying to conceal the excitement in her voice.
"I'd knock you out, then strip you and tie you spread-eagle to the bed," David replied slowly, allowing her to visualize the scene. "When you came to, I'd start using your body. You'd be sore and literally fucked out when I finished with you."
"Have you ever done that?" she asked, her breath catching in her throat as it quickened with excitement.
"Twice," David said, lying, playing the game with her. "Both girls fainted before I was finished. Is the Wolf another hired gun?" he asked, allowing his voice to register only mild curiosity.
"I don't know. He's an enemy. They heard he was on his way here a few days ago. He must be CIA or something because he has an embassy cover. Sergio is pretty unhappy about this Wolf guy. He had a tip this morning. One of our girls at the security police headquarters heard one of the agents call somebody at the American embassy and tell him this Wolf had arrived and Sergio had a fit. They're checking the embassy now to find out who arrived today. Why all the interest?"
"You never know," David responded, thinking quickly as he tried to appraise the information she had given him. "I may end up with a contract on one of these guys."
"Well, don't worry about the Hawk. He's with us. Sergio is paying him a handsome price on a contract for our seventy-seven-year-old despot, Juan Domingo Peron. My guess is that you'll work with the Hawk."
The muscles in David's stomach tightened. He had studied the career of Ignacio Sandoval and knew the man both from the files and a series of photographs that they had managed to acquire over the years. David knew that he had to assume that Sandoval had done the same with David's career. David had one advantage. He knew of only two photographs that had ever been taken of him that hadn't been destroyed. There was at least a reasonable chance that the Hawk had never seen either of those photographs.
David made a mental note to deal with an obvious leak in his organization. Somehow, news of his assignment to Argentina, and even his cover with the embassy, had managed to filter down to Tuyo. Fortunately, he had changed cover at the last minute! But how did the Argentine security police know that he had arrived? Had someone identified him? Who had been tipped off at the embassy? David's survival sense told him to keep alert. Tuyo might be playing cat and mouse with him. Either that or he had been riding a real stroke of luck this far!
"What time is it, Mr. Rapist?" Yolanda asked, stretching her long body tantalizingly before him.
"A little past one," David replied. "Hell!" she said. "I thought we might have time to see if you could make me faint."
"Some other time."
"Don't count on it," Yolanda said. "I'm a moody bitch. Let me up. We should be going in a few minutes."
David watched the attractive girl slip into her clothes and straighten her lovely hair. What a waste, he thought to himself! She's so pretty, and so damned warped. He pushed her from his mind and again began weighing the information that she had given him. He was glad to know that their information on the Hawk had been accurate, but he wasn't at all pleased that the word was out that the Wolf was in town.
They took a taxi and Yolanda guided the driver through the winding roads in Palermo Park, a huge, lush public park in downtown Buenos Aires. Their exit on the north side of the park was greeted by a series of expensive, fashionable high-rise buildings.
"The American Ambassador lives there," Yolanda remarked, pointing to a magnificent estate overlooking the park. "Just two hundred feet from our headquarters," she added with a laugh.
They alighted from the taxi and David followed the tall, slender girl into an impressive building. They walked directly into the elevator and David noted that she had pushed the button for the penthouse. They were greeted at the elevator door by two solidly built and ugly men who exchanged words in Spanish with Yolanda.
"Come on," she said, taking David's hand, "Sergio is waiting for us."
They walked down a long, narrow corridor and a door at the end opened as they approached. A very well-dressed man with solid-gray hair passed them and nodded with a smile in greeting to Yolanda. David followed the girl through the open door and found himself in one of the most pleasant rooms he had ever seen. One entire wall was glass from floor to ceiling, providing a spectacular view of Palermo Park and downtown Buenos Aires. The building was ultra-modern, yet this room was furnished and decorated with priceless Italian antiques. A handsome, elegantly dressed man with graying hair stood behind his desk to greet them.
"Sergio Mora," the man said as he shook hands with David. "Welcome to our humble country." Before the man could finish, the antique telephone on his desk rang. He picked up the instrument and listened to the voice at the other end, replying in "yes" and "I see" at regular intervals.
After replacing the phone, Sergio Mora exchanged polite conversation with David. David wasn't taken in by the man's suave manner or soft voice. He knew that he was being tested and his mind searched every question for a trap. After a few moments, Mora pushed a button on his desk and three very well-dressed men came into the room. Yolanda rose and started for the door. Not sure of what was expected of him, David rose to follow the girl.
"Stay with us for a moment," Mora said softly, turning to the other men and indicating that they should be seated. "I have just had a report on our problem of this morning," Mora continued as soon as Yolanda had closed the door behind her. "A Peter Martin arrived at the American embassy today."
"Is he our man, the Wolf?" one of the men asked.
"No positive verification, of course," Mora responded, "but he is the only new arrival at the embassy, and he did arrive this morning. He and his wife are staying at the Plaza Hotel."
"I thought the Wolf was single," one of the men commented.
"That was our information," Mora agreed, "but my contact tells me that Martin was married yesterday, so he could very well be our man."
"What do you suggest?" the first man asked.
"I think we should let the Hawk make that decision," Mora replied. "The Hawk has had more experience with men like this than we have. Raul, why don't you go out and call him right now? Tell him what we have found out and see what he suggests. Meanwhile, let me introduce the rest of you to Harold Brockton, our new assistant from the United States."
David rose and shook hands with both of the remaining men and they all exchanged polite conversation until the man named Raul returned.
"You talked to the Hawk?" Mora asked.
"Yes, explaining everything we knew. He wants permission to kidnap Peter Martin's new wife. He doesn't believe the Wolf has married, and the woman may be another agent. He also wants two men and a safe car, plus a safe place for the woman. If we grant permission, that is. Mr. Mora," Raul added, switching to Spanish, "may I see you alone for a moment?"
Sergio Mora excused himself and walked out into the hall with Raul.
"The Hawk wants to move right away," Raul said in a hushed tone. "He seems to think this could be urgent. I didn't know how much you wanted said before the new man."
"Excellent," Mora replied. "Something bothers me about Mr. Brockton. He seems too high powered, too educated and poised for the gangster we contracted for. I am perhaps exerting too much caution. Maybe Mr. Brockton is exactly who is supposed to be. But we play a very dangerous game. The stakes are too high to take chances. I want you to contact our man in the United States and verify Mr. Brockton. In the meantime, we'll keep him busy with minor tasks. Call the Hawk and tell him that I personally do not like the kidnapping idea, but that I agree to his plan because he knows best at the moment. Arrange for the car and help he needs, and instruct them to fly the woman to our lodge in Bariloche. I don't want her in Buenos Aires. Is that understood? Good. You will also convey to the Hawk that I am acting against my better judgment only because he comes so highly recommended."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jenifer loosened her coat as she sat alone in the small sidewalk cafe sipping her cup of strong, delicious Colombian coffee and resting her tired feet. The air was still crisp, but the afternoon sun in the clear-blue sky was warm. She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see that it was almost four o'clock. Her anxiety and depression about being alone in a strange city had gradually vanished as the magic of Buenos Aires had worked its way into her system.
She had walked to the end of Florida Street, then ventured several blocks farther to the lovely Plaza de Mayo and the government buildings. Returning, she missed the entrance to Florida Street and continued along Avenida de Mayo until she crossed the widest boulevard in the world, the 9 de Julio. It was so wide that it took Jenifer two complete stoplights to cross. She ambled along Avenida de Mayo until she reached the park in front of the Argentine Congress building. There she sat on the edge of a replica of the Trevi fountain and watched the people.
It was such a beautiful city. The buildings were of predominantly French and Italian architecture, giving Buenos Aires a very European appearance. And the people! Jenifer couldn't get over how clean, attractive, and well dressed they were. She didn't know what she had expected, but these people were exactly like the people she had seen in fashionable parts of Richmond and New York.
She was still very nervous and anxious about beginning her married sex life with Peter, but Jenifer was certain that she would love living here in this gorgeous city.
She found the people delightfully kind and courteous. At one o'clock she decided to have a bite to eat and she entered one of the many confiterias that dotted almost every street. The menu was entirely in Spanish, but the waiter helped her order a small steak sandwich through a mixture of sign language and heavily accented English. He was attentive throughout her meal and Jenifer honestly assured him that it was the best beef she had ever tasted.
By a little past three, Jenifer finally admitted to herself that she was hopelessly lost. She had ventured too far on her own and the streets now seemed like a hopeless maze to her. There wasn't a taxi in sight, so Jenifer decided that she would call the embassy and ask directions back to the hotel. She marked down the names of the two streets at the comer, then looked for a public phone. It took her a while to find the number of the embassy in the strange directory and a sense of relief filled her when she heard the embassy operator's voice at the other end of the line. Jenifer explained who she was and her predicament and the operator was kind and understanding, passing her along to one of the secretaries for directions. The girl explained to Jenifer that she was nine blocks from the 9 de Julio and three blocks from Lavalle. She offered to send an embassy driver for her, but Jenifer declined. Just as she was about to hang up, the secretary asked her if she wanted to speak to Peter. He had just walked into the office and laughed when Jenifer told him about being lost. Jenifer's heart sank when Peter explained that he would be late getting back to the hotel, but she quickly resigned herself when the tone of his voice told her that he was as disappointed as she. After all, the government had rushed him down here and this was his first day at the embassy.
In no hurry, Jenifer had walked the streets of this exciting city until her feet were swollen and throbbing. She found a table in a pleasant sidewalk cafe and ordered coffee. The rich Colombian coffee was so good that she ordered a second cup and allowed herself to completely relax.
Jenifer was debating between a movie and more sightseeing. Peter had said that it would be eight or later before he could return to the hotel, and that gave her four hours. She had passed several theaters that had posters advertising new American movies, but Jenifer wondered if they were in English. She knew that her feet would be sore for days if she continued ambling about the city, so she decided to find a theater and see if the pictures were given in English. If not, she could always return to the hotel and rest. Subconsciously, Jenifer didn't want to be alone in that room staring at the bed.
Jenifer didn't notice the two men across the street as she left the sidewalk cafe. She hesitated at the comer for a moment, trying to remember where she had seen the movie theaters. A gray Fiat approached the curb and Jenifer was startled when it stopped in front of her and the driver, a lean, rather ugly, Latin leaned out and spoke to her in perfect English.
"Pardon me, Miss," the man said politely, "but I'm a stranger here and I seem to be lost. Could you tell me how to get to 9 de Julio?"
"I'm a stranger here myself," Jenifer responded after hesitating for a moment. She was reluctant about speaking to a strange man like this, but she remembered how it felt to be lost and how courteous people had been to her. "But I think the street you want is about six blocks in that direction?"
"Here, I have a map," the man said. "Could you show me where I am?"
Jenifer leaned over to study the map that the man had spread out on the front seat. She didn't hear the two men quietly come up behind her. She had just opened her mouth to speak when a rough hand clasped tightly over her face.
It happened so quickly that Jenifer didn't have time to react. Two strong hands grabbed her arms and she was propelled roughly into the back seat of the car. She felt the car begin to move even before she heard the door close. Jenifer could see what was happening, but she couldn't do a thing. There was a man on either side of her in the crowded back seat of the Fiat. One had his hand covering her mouth tightly so she couldn't cry out and the other held her arms pinned to her sides.
There was a rapid exchange in Spanish between the driver and the two men and Jenifer found herself being pushed down in the seat as the car began speeding along a quiet street. Pain swept through her young system as her legs doubled behind her, but her cries died behind the man's hand clamped against her mouth.
When the car stopped and the driver opened the back door and leaned over her, Jenifer's heart was pounding in her throat. She was certain that she was going to be brutally raped by these three ugly men. She saw the driver remove a hypodermic syringe from a case.
"This won't hurt, Mrs. Martin," the man said in English. "Just a little something to relax you for the trip."
Jenifer's eyes bulged wide as she watched him dab a piece of moist cotton on her arm and then dart the needle into her flesh. The total stop, including the injection, consumed less than three minutes.
"You drive, Javier," the Hawk commanded. "I'll hold her down now. In about ten minutes she'll be out like a light. How far is it to the airport?"
"Ten, maybe fifteen, minutes," Javier replied, throwing the Fiat into gear and pulling out of the alley.
"But it took me almost an hour to get to town from the airport this morning," Ignacio said.
"That was Ezeiza, where all the international flights land," Javier responded with a chuckle. "All domestic flights use Aeroparque, and that's right downtown."
"How long a flight is it to this place we're taking her?" Ignacio demanded.
"Bariloche? Two hours by jet. Three, maybe longer, in the plane you'll be using. How long will she be unconscious?"
"She ought to sleep for six or seven hours with what I gave her," Ignacio responded.
Jenifer was desparately wishing that she understood Spanish when a sudden numb feeling began racing through her over powered body. The last thing she saw was the cold, piercing stare from the eyes of the ugly man who was holding her down. She shuddered and then lost consciousness.
CHAPTER SIX
David realized that Sergio Mora was suspicious of him. His first assignment was a courier run, something any one of their local men could have handled, and David correctly guessed that Mora was going to check him out in the States before trusting him with anything important. He had no idea what their check would produce, but he knew that he had at the very least three or four days before they could come up with anything.
Yolanda's remarks had confirmed that Tuyo was setting up a serious assassination attempt on Juan Peron. And, through Yolanda, David had confirmed that the Hawk, Ignacio Sandoval, was the contract man. All David needed now was a time table-and the whereabouts of the Hawk. He knew better than to ask too many questions, even of Yolanda, at this point. He had to keep his eyes and ears open and look for the Hawk on his own.
David had wanted to tip the embassy anonymously about the planned kidnapping of Peter Martin's wife, but he couldn't take a chance on a tapped phone or someone at the embassy leaking the tip. Mora would know that it had come from inside Tuyo, and David would be a prime suspect.
It seemed logical that the Hawk would be in on the kidnapping. David reasoned that this was the course that he would follow if he were in the Hawk's place, and David felt that he had at least a fifty-fifty chance of finding the Hawk if he could find the Martin woman before the kidnapping took place. As soon as he reported back to Tuyo from his courier task and found no new assignment, he set off for the Plaza Hotel to see if he could find the Martin girl.
It didn't take him long to find out that Mrs. Martin hadn't been in her room all day. He did learn that a number of packages had arrived for her from a boutique on Florida Street not far from the hotel. The manager at the boutique informed David that Mrs. Martin had been there between ten and eleven that morning, but that she hadn't been back since.
Jenifer Martin's trail apparently ended at the boutique. Playing a long hunch, he called the American embassy and asked for Mrs. Martin. The operator thought that he was calling on Mrs. Martin's behalf and connected him with the secretary who had helped Jenifer with directions.
"Is Mrs. Martin lost again?" the secretary asked.
"No," David replied cautiously, "it's just that I have an important message for her. She was supposed to meet me, and she hasn't shown up."
"Oh, I think I can explain that," the secretary responded, telling David about Jenifer's call. She went on to expalin where Jenifer was and how long before she had called.
David thanked her and hung up. Jenifer's call was almost an hour earlier, so she certainly wouldn't be anywhere near the area where she had been lost by now. David had a hunch that she might be on her way back to the Plaza, and he decided to sit in the small park in front of the hotel and wait for her. The manager of the boutique had inadvertently given him a reasonable description of the attractive young blonde and he had a good chance of recognizing her.
As he stepped out of the phone both, David felt the nerves in the back of his neck go tense. He immediately became alert. Over the years he had developed a special sense that made the nerves in his neck tighten when he was being followed. Without looking behind him, David was certain that he was being tailed. Who? Someone from Mora's group? Why? A routine check on him? Security police? After all, he had been recognized at the airport. Someone from the embassy?
His mind worked quickly as he walked at a deliberately slow pace along Florida Street. First, he had to find out who was tailing him. Once that was ascertained, he could decide how to handle the situation. He had to assume that whoever it was the person would be a professional, so he would have to be very careful.
Pretending interest in a sportcoat in a shop with a solid glass front, he entered the store and began inspecting a rack of coats. David didn't look toward the street until he had selected a coat from the rack and was in the process of trying it on. To his surprise, David saw no one positioned on the street to watch the shop. As he wondered about this, he turned to inspect the coat in the mirror. And at that point he saw the handsome young American looking through a table of shirts near the entrance. David knew that the man hadn't been there when he entered and he assumed that this was his man.
So it's the embassy, David said to himself as he pretended to examine the fit of the sportcoat in the mirror. Who else would send a man wearing Florsheim shoes and a Louis Roth suit? He felt his muscles relax a little as he walked over to the man.
"Say, you're American, aren't you?" David asked casually.
"Why, yes," the man answered.
"I don't speak much Spanish," David continued, "and I wanted an opinion on how this jacket fits. It feels tight in back. How's it look?"
David turned around and waited for the man to speak.
"It looks a little tight in the shoulders," the man offered, "but I'm no tailor."
"That's what I thought. Thanks a lot," David said, turning to face the man again. "Say, that's a good-looking shirt you have there. It would look great with white slacks."
"That's what I was thinking. Maybe I'll come back and get it later. I don't want to haul it around with me all afternoon."
"Have them send it to your hotel, or do you live here?" David asked.
"No, I'm staying at the Plaza," the man replied automatically.
David smiled inwardly with the certain knowledge that he was talking to Peter Martin, the man Tuyo thought was the Wolf. And the way Peter had betrayed himself so easily told David that he wasn't an experienced field man in intelligence.
"Look," David offered, "if you're not in a hurry, why don't we have a cup of coffee?"
"Fine," Peter replied, torn between his excitement at having found the Wolf by accident on the street after drawing a blank at the Aurora Hotel and an uncomfortable feeling that he had somehow managed to lose control of the situation in the past few moments.
David replaced the sportcoat on the rack and the two men walked up Florida Street to a confiteria, the casual, all-purpose, combination restaurant-bar that was so popular in Buenos Aires. They ordered coffee and dropped into easy conversation. Peter admitted that he worked at the embassy, placing himself in a minor role. David recognized the "partial truth" gambit immediately and Peter Martin rose several points in his evaluation.
"I work for a large organization that's interested in Argentina," David countered, "and I'm here to evaluate the political climate."
They both smiled and traded observations on Buenos Aires. David wanted to warn Peter about the plan to kidnap his wife, but he didn't dare reveal the fact that he was in possession of this information. He also wanted to warn Peter that a number of people believed that he was the Wolf, which placed him in a rather dangerous position. That was equally impossible, particularly when he didn't know where Peter stood. How much did Peter know? Why was he following David?
It was obvious to David that he couldn't trust Peter with anything at this point. That, in fact, he had to be very careful with Peter Martin.
"There are some very strong political currents flowing in Argentina right now," David said casually as they finished their coffee. "Some of these people are playing for high stakes. I imagine it could turn into a rough game for anybody who tried to interfere, don't you?"
"Well," Peter said guardedly, "I'm not really up on the scene."
"From what I've seen," David continued, issuing what he hoped would be understood as a warning, "some of these people play for keeps. They've bombed the Sheraton Hotel twice in protest against ITT. And I understand a number of people have turned up missing when they became involved. Someone told me we lost a couple of CIA men here last year. Disappeared and haven't been heard from since. We're advising our people to keep a low profile."
"I imagine that's good advice," Peter said noncommittally.
"Say!" David exclaimed, looking at his watch. "I've got to run. I'll be late for an appointment. Maybe I'll see you around. Been nice talking to you. I'll give you a ring at the Plaza some evening.
David frowned when he noticed that Peter Martin was following him down Florida Street after they parted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ignacio Sandoval cursed when he stumbled over a rock as he made a complete round of the Swissstyle chalet. The pilot had helped him carry Jenifer's drugged body inside and place it on the bed. As soon as the pilot left for his return flight to Buenos Aires, Ignacio began his complete inspection of the chalet and grounds. With the approach of winter, the sun had set early and the Hawk had no visual concept of the terrain in this Andean mountain retreat. He purposely didn't use a flashlight. There was no benefit to alerting neighbors or curious passersby that the chalet was occupied.
He rubbed his hands together for warmth as he completed his round and entered the chalet. The warmth of the house emphasized the brisk, cold temperature outside. There was heavy snow not far above the chalet, and the pilot had assured him that in early June the international ski season would begin in Bariloche. Snow and the Hawk were strangers, and Ignacio meant to keep it that way. Bariloche, however, appeared to be the perfect place to execute his contract. Juan Peron was due in the mountain resort for a preseason celebration within a week. As soon as the organization was able to get the details of Peron's visit, Ignacio would make his decision.
He climbed the six steps to the upper level of the chalet and walked into the huge bedroom. Making certain that the drapes were tightly secured, he flipped on the light. Ignacio crossed to the bed and took his first close, unhurried look at Jenifer Martin. He smiled when he felt a stirring in his loins. She's a beautiful piece of ass, he said to himself as he gazed down on her inert body. Jenifer's hair was loose and fanned out beneath her head like a delicate screen of golden silk. The beauty of her young face was radiant in her peaceful sleep. Her sensual lips were parted slightly, showing an even row of lustrous white teeth. She looked like an innocent child.
Ignacio's eyes slowly moved down her body. There was a small itch in his groin as his eyes rested on the helpless nineteen-year-old girl's full chest. The material of her conservative blouse strained against the full, pointed mounds.
"That's quite a set of tits, little girl," Ignacio said aloud, his tongue coursing his lips. He forced his eyes away from her chest and brought them slowly, caressingly over her narrow waist. Jenifer's dress was hiked half way up her rounded thighs and the Hawk's pulse quickened as he ran his eyes longingly over the soft white flesh of her legs.
Imposing an iron will over his body, the Hawk tore himself away from the drugged girl's body. He crossed the room and picked up her purse from the chair where the pilot had left it. He suspected that she was an agent and that her purse would be unrewarding, but his experience and training made him examine it thoroughly. He sat down and began going one by one through the items in Jenifer's bag. He read every document twice, concentrating on the letter of introduction from Jenifer's bank. He studied her driver's license and passport and carefully went through her credit cards.
The Hawk whistled softly to himself as he carefully replaced every item in the young girl's purse. He shook his head with the knowledge that luck had once again favored him. Jenifer Martin was no secret agent! She was an even richer prize, the only daughter of one of the world's wealthiest women. The amount of money that she had in her purse alone would keep ten families for a year in the slums of Caracas! But that was just pocket change to Jenifer's family.
Ignacio glanced over at the drugged girl, noted that her eyes were closed peacefully and that her full, enticing chest was rising and falling evenly, and he left the room to walk thoughtfully downstairs to the living room.
Pouring himself a glass of Argentine brandy, Ignacio walked over to the telephone on an end table by the couch. He sat and considered just how he could best use this gift of providence. When he had formed a tentative plan and tested it from all angles, he picked up the phone and placed a call to Sergio Mora. Within ten minutes, the operator had Mora in Buenos Aires on the line. Ignacio explained the situation, then, in guarded words, told Mora what he wanted to do. Tuyo was to contact Jenifer's mother with a demand for a million dollars in ransom for her daughter. They were to lay the groundwork immediately, but the actual contact wasn't to be made for several days. In the meantime, they could establish the channels to receive the money and work out all the details. The million dollars was to be split between Tuyo and the Hawk.
Sergio Mora offered objections, but Ignacio was firm. When he explained that the money would finance Tuyo's recent activities and help expand the organization, Mora relented.
Ignacio's second demand, that he be allowed to use Jenifer to capture and liquidate the Wolf, met even greater resistance, but he remained firm. A man like the Wolf was a personal threat to Ignacio and he wanted to eliminate him once and for all. Mora finally agreed, with an explicit warning to the Hawk that he should concern himself with the contract that he had accepted and make all other efforts secondary to it.
"We-did not bring you down here to concern yourself with the Wolf or this girl," Mora said firmly. "They are not our problem, and I strongly suggest you address yourself to our problem. I am willing to cooperate this far because I feel that perhaps this will contribute to your success, but I now wish to see some concrete effort toward that success. Am I understood?"
Ignacio assured Mora that he understood and promised him unqualified success on the contract. He smiled to himself when he replaced the receiver on the cradle. With a little luck, Ignacio knew he would soon be half a million dollars richer and a potentially dangerous enemy would be eliminated forever. He crossed the room and refilled his glass with the excellent-tasting brandy. The Hawk seldom consumed alcohol. He knew that he was an ugly drunk, and a man in his profession simply could never afford to be in a position where his senses were dulled. But there was no danger to him in this lonely mountain cabin, and luck had certainly smiled upon him this day. He drained the glass and filled it again as he chuckled aloud about his good fortune in coming up with a prize like the pretty little rich bitch upstairs.
Jenifer was the epitome of everything Ignacio Sandoval hated, a rich, spoiled, fair-skinned American. She reminded him of the girl he had raped in high school. Only this one was better looking. He had to admit that Jenifer appeared to have quite a body. Tossing the warm, amber liquid down his throat, Ignacio again refilled his glass. A tingling sensation began to burn in his crotch as he thought about how he would enjoy humbling this proud bitch with his huge penis.
Why not? Ignacio knew that the alcohol in his system was clouding his judgment, but he could see no reason why he shouldn't enjoy himself and humble this little rich girl. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. She was going to be his bait for the Wolf. Why not make her the willing bait? He reasoned that he had nothing to lose, and it would make the waiting vigil a pleasant interlude. Refilling his glass again, Ignacio walked unsteadily up the steps to the bedroom.
He stood in the door to the bedroom for a long moment, staring at the helpless beauty on the bed. She was still sleeping soundly, but he knew that the effect of the drug that he had administered wouldn't last much longer.
Draining his glass in one long gulp, Ignacio walked silently into the room. He moved quietly to the side of the bed and stood gazing down at the pretty nineteen-year-old girl's lush body. Her expensive jewelry and elegant clothes made his resentment of her kind rise. Ignacio knew that this girl had never wanted for a thing in her life, that she was one of the many who wrinkled her nose when she saw the poor of the world.
He reached down and firmly touched her arm. Jenifer didn't move and Ignacio smiled. The drug still had complete control of her young body. That would make his first task easier. He went downstairs and found a piece of nylon rope. Cutting it into four equal lengths, he returned to the bedroom. Through the acoholic haze in his brain, he cautioned himself not to awaken the helpless girl until he had her stripped naked and tied to the bed. Then he would awaken her slowly and in his own way.
Removing her outer garments was an awkward process, particularly in Ignacio's slightly intoxicated state. He pulled her shoes off and unbuttoned her skirt. Then he lifted her buttocks from the bed and slipped her skirt down. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, but he finally managed to open it and slip it from her shoulders as he lifted her back from the mattress. His fingers worked for a long moment before they finally succeeded in unsnapping her bra. Ignacio slipped it free of her shoulders and dropped it on top of her other clothes on the floor.
He straightened himself to clear his swimming head from bending over the bed. There was a rumbling, quaking sensation in his groin as he gazed down at her naked breasts. They were larger and more perfectly shaped than he had dared imagine! Twin mounds that stood at perfect attention on her proud chest, each capped with a ripe strawberry for a nipple! Why did nature favor someone like this, someone who had every thing a human being could want? She could have been ugly, even deformed, and her money would still have provided everything that the world could offer!
The Hawk allowed his eyes to travel slowly down her luscious body. Her skin was a soft, glowing white, like cream covering golden peaches. Her waist was slender and her full hips flared out voluptuously. Through her sheer panties he could see her full pubic mound. Curls of blonde pubic hair escaped from beneath the elastic leg bands of her panties, and the material dipped into a slit to outline her vagina. His tongue coursed his lips as he stared at the helpless girl's mound of pleasure. He would teach her what that was for!
Leaning down, he lifted her tail from the bed and pulled her garter belt and panties free of her hips. He felt his penis spring hard when the soft, golden hair of her pubic mound came into view. His muscles became tense when he felt her body twist and he heard her moan softly in her drugged sleep. There will be time to appreciate her body later, he reminded himself, yanking her panties, garter and stockings off and tossing them on the floor. Without stopping to gaze at her naked sex, Ignacio quickly and efficiently spread her body on the bed and tied her arms and legs to the four comers of the heavy wood frame. He tested his knots to make sure that they wouldn't cut her skin yet were secure enough to hold her no matter what she did, then backed away and allowed his hungry eyes to feast on her naked, helpless body. Standing at the foot of the bed, he stared directly up into her vagina. He could see the tender, thin lips of her vulva, the pink meat of her genital area, and the dark-red opening of her sex. How fortune had smiled upon him to place this proud, wealthy, gorgeous young girl completely at his disposal!
Ignacio felt his penis straining against his pants, and while he continued staring into her open vulva he casually unbuttoned his pants and forced them down over the pole sticking out from his body. They fell to the floor about his feet as his straining organ sprang free. His underpants were stained from urine and the lubricating juices of his penis, and his shirt had circles under the arms where he had been perspiring as he struggled with the girl's clothing. He kicked his shoes free and stood naked by the bed, his hand automatically grasping his huge penis and stroking it sensuously as he looked at the naked young girl that he would use to satisfy his every whim. He wanted to jump on top of her and penetrate her until she woke up screaming with pain and pleasure, but he controlled himself. He would use her slowly, enjoy every inch of her voluptuous young body.
Jenifer's lovely face was turned toward him as he knelt on the bed. Excitement surged through Ignacio's system when he pictured the Wolf's expression if he could see him now with his long, thick, moist penis just inches from Jenifer's innocent face! He drew the foreskin back, making the angry red tip of his organ pop free. Slowly, he massaged his penis until the head was covered with a light lather. Moving forward, he brought the tip of his throbbing organ just inches from her lovely, soft lips. He poised there for a moment, inhaling the sweet, fresh, perfume of her hair and letting the beauty of her young face fill his eyes, then he jerked his hips and brought his penis to touch her mouth, laying the wet, sticky underside of the lathered head between the small valley formed by her closed pink lips. Placing one thumb under her delicate nose and the other on her smooth chin, he pulled slowly out until her lips parted and his organ dropped between them to rest on her row of pearly white teeth. The soft flesh of her pale pink, puckered lips formed a furrow along the length of his heavy organ. The touch of her warm lips along his sex sent tiny electric shocks racing through his body.
He flexed his hips slightly back and forth until several small drops of his lubricating fluid oozed from the swollen head of his manhood and slipped into the furrow of her young lips. The glistening white liquid coated her lips and he could feel the warm breath escaping from her nostrils caress his throbbing organ. Staring at the erotic scene he had created, he could see small rivulets run slowly down the comers of her lovely mouth on either side. Ignacio had to put down a strong urge to stroke his penis until it shot its load all over her lovely mouth and face. There would be time for that later.
Taking his organ in his hand, he moved it across her cheek. He stared at the slick trail it left on her soft white skin as he brought the swollen head to her tightly closed eye. Massaging it, he forced a heavy drop of lubricant to fall into first one eye and then the other. Then he moved the heavy weapon across her other cheek and brought the angry red tip into her lovely ear. Before he was through, he would stick his huge masculinity into every opening in her innocent young body!
Ignacio smiled as he clamped his thumb and forefinger on her nostrils and saw her mouth open to allow her to breathe. Holding his long, thick shaft in his hand, he guided it to her open lips. He massaged his organ until heavy drops of lubricant coated her lips, then he flexed his hips so that the swollen head of his organ drove into her mouth. Then he released her nostrils so she could breathe through her nose and gazed down at the exciting sight of his penis spearing her lovely young mouth. It was all he could do to keep himself from shoving his meat deep into her throat and pumping his hips until he exploded in her mouth.
The demanding ache in his loins told him that it was time to waken his helpless, gorgeous young slave.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jenifer regained consciousness slowly. There was a strange, warm, tingling sensation sweeping through her innocent young body as she struggled through the mist of the drug. Vaguely, the nineteen-year-old girl recognized that her feeling originated with a pleasant, slightly burning, sensation between her legs.
Her mouth was dry, and without opening her eyes she slipped her tongue between her teeth and ran it slowly around her moist lips. Her mouth was immediately permeated with the sticky, pungent taste of the strange moisture that covered them. Her olfactory sense came awake as a strong odor wafted through her flared nostrils and filled her being. She licked her lips and inhaled deeply, trying in her semi-dazed state to place these flavors and odors. They were strange, not entirely pleasant, but strange and exciting as they coursed through her entire being like a sweet, soothing balm. She felt her being come alive as she inhaled deeply and licked the small rivulets at the comers of her mouth.
Jenifer blushed as she felt tiny fires ignite in her nipples and they began to grow erect. The fire between her legs felt so good, so all-consuming! She felt the lips of her vagina quiver, expanding and contracting from some strange new excitement. The innocent young girl had never felt this type of excitement before in her life.
Ignacio Sandoval's thin, cruel lips parted in a smile as he watched the young girl's body come alive with animal desire. He was kneeling between her wide spread legs, gently massaging her erect little clitoris with his finger as he watched her helpless body begin to move.
Jenifer tried to move her arm to bring her hand down to the terrible itch between her legs and pain shot through her shoulder when the rope that held her prisoner resisted her movement. The young girl's eyes opened instantly and she screamed in horror at the sight that confronted her. Jenifer's scream increased in pitch as she realized that she was completely naked and tied helpless to the bed. The terror that swept through her body erased the pleasantly exciting sensations that she had been experiencing. She recognized the thin, ugly Latin with piercing eyes who was kneeling between her outstretched legs and using his vulgar, repulsive hands on her sex. The smile on his lips made her shudder and she pulled and jerked against the bonds that held her prisoner.
"You can scream all you like, Jenifer," he said slowly, his voice cruel and menacing. "We're alone in a remote mountain cabin and nobody will hear you. Your husband, the Wolf, has no idea where you are, so don't expect to be rescued. Sooner or later, you'll adjust to being alone with me."
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" Jenifer managed to say in a frightened voice.
"We're going to have some great times together," he chuckled in response. "I'm going to help you discover some of the secrets of your body. You're going to learn how to suck a man's cock, how to fuck until you almost faint with pleasure. Doesn't that sound exciting?"
"Don't use that vile language," she said with a shudder. "Please, I'll give you money if you let me go. Oh, please!" she sobbed.
"Don't worry, baby," Ignacio replied in a soft tone, "you'll make me a rich man, and you'll drain my balls a dozen times or more before I'm through with you! Just like you drained your husband's nuts."
"No!" she screamed, his language causing her stomach to cringe.
"You mean you haven't fucked your husband yet?" the Hawk asked, once again beginning to massage her sensitive clitoris by rolling its flesh beneath his finger.
"No!" she cried, struggling anew against her bonds.
"Well, I'll just have to break his new bride in for him," Ignacio said with a hearty laugh. He watched the innocent nineteen-year-old girl struggle against the ropes that held her prisoner until her body went limp with exhaustion. "That's better, Jenifer. Relax and enjoy it. You'll learn to like it, no matter how much you struggle."
Jenifer moved her head from side to side negatively, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly to shut out the ugly vision of the horrible man who was violating her virginal sex. The very touch of his rough finger on her sensitive genitals made her skin crawl. How could this horrible thing be happening to her? Why? Tears formed in her eyes and spilled over to run down her white cheeks. No man had ever seen her completely naked before, and now this awful creature held her nude body prisoner and could do what he wanted to her.
"Stop it, you filthy beast!" she cried as his finger continued rolling her clitoris back and forth.
Ignacio's body tensed. He remembered being called a "filthy beast" by the rich American girl in high school when he had put his hand on her shoulder and asked her for a date. She had used the same words again the afternoon he had raped her until her vagina was raw and bleeding. Controlling his temper, Ignacio doubled his resolve to teach this rich American bitch a lesson she would never forget. He flicked her clitoris back and forth, then caressed it between his thumb and forefinger. His penis ached with desire, but he would save that until she was good and hot. He wanted her as wet as she could be when he fucked her the first time.
The helpless girl struggled briefly against her bonds. Her shoulders and joints screamed with searing pain as the ropes held her securely tied. She forced her body to go limp, making her mind a total blank to blot out what was happening to her. She tried to numb her senses to obliterate his violating touch on her unpenetrated body, but something was happening to her. His insistent manipulation of her clitoris had caused her pulse to quicken and send a warm sensation racing through her system. She felt her nipples become warm, then pop erect at the tips of her breasts.
Jenifer had read enough about sex to know what was happening to her. She was becoming stimulated! The very thought of it made her want to vomit! How could her body react to a thing like this? How could such a filthy beast who intended to rape her fill her with desire? She hated her body for betraying her like this! Jenifer gritted her teeth in the firm resolve that she would never let this horrible man know of her body's weakness.
"That's better, Jenifer," Ignacio chuckled, reaching up to caress her hard nipple when he saw it erecting. "You're becoming excited."
"You dirty beast!" she spit at him. "You low, terrible animal! Stop it! Go find some prostitute and leave me alone. I hate you!"
"But I don't want a prostitute, Jenifer dear," Ignacio replied in a sarcastically sweet voice. "I want to fuck you. Your cunt is so precious I just can't leave it alone. Watch!"
Jenifer opened her eyes and saw him laugh as he ran his finger the length of her reluctant vagina. As she watched, the beast brought his moist finger to his mouth and slid it inside.
"Hmmmm!" he said. "Your husband doesn't know what he's missing! You have a delicious cunt."
Jenifer wanted to die! She had never seen any thing as filthy in her life. Imagine, putting his finger on her like that and then licking it as if it were covered with honey! Then her mouth opened in a silent cry of astonishment as she watched him bring his face down to her pubic mound. She tried to close her eyes to shut out the vision, but she couldn't. She saw his tongue slip between his lips and begin licking them as a child anticipates a dish of ice cream. Unable to move her eyes from the spectacle, Jenifer saw him dart his long tongue out of his mouth and slither it down into her most private part.
"STOP IT, YOU ANIMAL!" she cried at the top of her lungs.
Ignacio smiled to himself, reaching down to stroke his throbbing penis as he began licking her clitoris with long hard laps of his firm tongue. He felt her bud quiver beneath his tongue and knew that it would only be a matter of time before he had her good and hot.
Jenifer was so ashamed that her cheeks blushed a bright crimson red. She was staring at his ugly face on her crotch and she saw his tongue flying around the length of her vaginal lips. She had heard of people who did these disgusting things, but she had never even remotely thought that it would ever happen to her. The worst part, the part that made her want to die of shame, was the way that her terrible body was responding! Her nipples felt like two hot coals on top of her heaving breasts and the itch in her groin was sending a spreading fire through her body. She could hear her heart pounding like a roaring surf in her ears. Tiny spasms began rippling through her muscles and her flesh became hot and flushed.
Ignacio's system was also on fire. The sweet, fresh taste of her sex made his penis throb with uncontrollable desire. He had tasted a number of women like this, but never in his life had he encountered such a sweet flavor. The honey-scented odor of her heretofore never-penetrated cunt filled his nostrils and caused the breath to catch in his throat. A memory from his youth flashed through his mind and he suddenly realized that this young girl was a virgin, that he was licking a vagina that had never been used. It seemed incredible in this day and age, but the Hawk was certain in his knowledge that this voluptuous young girl was a virgin. He lapped at her vagina with gusto, savoring each drop of her he could draw into his hungry mouth. He allowed the tip of his tongue to dip into the honey pit of her hole occasionally, but he concentrated on her hard, warmly throbbing clitoris as he heard her breathing become heavier.
Jenifer could hardly believe what was happening to her body. Even her scalp tingled! Her eyes remained glued to her crotch, drawn hypnotically as a moth is drawn to a flame. She saw his long tongue flash up and down in the hair-fringed vaginal slit and a deep, animal-like moan escaped from her throat. Her chest was heaving as tiny beads of perspiration broke out all over her helpless young body. Her hips arched up from the mattress to force her crotch into his ravishing mouth. How could she react like this! Was she no less an animal than this filthy beast using her body to satisfy his disgusting lust?
"Ooooooohhhh!" she moaned, unable to control the strange new urges that were boiling in her uncontrollable body. Her fingers wrapped themselves around the ropes that bound her wrists and her body strained with desire. She felt so hot! It was like running a high fever. Her flesh was burning, yet it was the most excitingly pleasant fire that she had ever experienced. What was happening to her? What made her react like a vile, base animal like this? Her mind hated what he was doing to her. It was repulsive, disgusting! Yet it was driving her crazy, crazy with wanton lust! Was this what she had been hiding from all these years?
"Oooohhh!" she moaned, her body arching up to grind against his maddening mouth and her muscles beginning to spasm.
Ignacio brought his tongue to her anus and gave the entire crevice between her legs one long lick. Then he lifted his face from her hotly pulsating crotch. She was very close to orgasm, and he wasn't ready for her to experience climax yet.
"No!" she said softly, her face blushing an even-brighter red. "Please don't...."
"Don't what?" Ignacio teased.
"Don't stop," she said so softly that he could barely hear her words.
"Don't worry, Jenifer, you'll have plenty of that before we're through," he chuckled, pulling himself up so that he was kneeling above her helpless body. He reached down and began stroking his aching organ as he stared down at her luscious body. Before we're through, he said to himself, you'll be begging for it! The thought of this proud, rich little bitch begging to be serviced by a slum boy, the son of a whore, made the fire in Ignacio's system rage.
He smiled obscenely as he climbed over her bound leg and knelt above her face, stroking his penis slowly and steadily all the while.
"Open your eyes, Jenifer!" he commanded.
"No," she said, holding her eyelids tightly shut.
Ignacio's lips curled upward in a cruel smile as he calmly reached down and pinched one of her nipples.
"Oooowww!" Jenifer protested, her eyes flying open as the pain swept through her. "Oh, my God!" she gasped when the vision of his giant sex organ filled her eyes. She had never imagined anything could be so large and ugly! A foot long, it was thick and gnarled with heavy blue veins along the shaft. The head was bright pink, swollen and covered with streaks of white liquid. A heavy drop oozed from the slit at the end and seemed to hang suspended as his hand moved slowly back and forth. Two heavy, grotesquely shaped gourds hung down below the ugly organ, covered with coarse black hair and swaying slightly as he knelt above her.
The odor of his sex assaulted her nose and made her nostrils flare wide open. It was a strong odor of sweat, urine and sex, enough to make the innocent young girl gag, yet at the same time terribly intoxicating in an animal way. The odor filled her system and made her struggle against her bonds.
Jenifer wanted to tear her eyes away from the grotesque horror that hovered just above her face, but she couldn't. It seemed to hold her gaze transfixed, as if it had a hypnotic power over her.
"Are you ready to kiss it and suck it, Jenifer?" Ignacio demanded, continuing to stroke it before her eyes.
"No!" she gasped. "How could you? Let me go, you vile beast!" she whimpered as tears began to fill her eyes.
"You'll be begging me to let you suck this cock," Ignacio laughed lewdly, "but we'll wait until you're ready, little rich bitch!" He increased the tempo of his stroking until a heavy drop formed at the tip of his penis. He moved his hips until the head of his organ was positioned directly over her lips.
Jenifer saw what was coming and tried to move her head to the side, but Ignacio laughed as he grabbed a handful of her hair and held her face rigidly in position. He moved his hand teasingly slowly and Jenifer's eyes bulged wide as she watched the heavy glob of his liquid ooze from the slit at the tip of his huge organ. It seemed to fall in slow motion, dripping down into a small puddle at the very center of her lips.
"Taste it!" Ignacio commanded, enjoying his complete humiliation of this pretty young girl. When she continued to hold her lips tightly pursed, he reached down and clamped his forefinger and thumb over her flared nostrils to cut off her breath. When her lungs were cut off from their supply of air, Jenifer's innocent young mouth flew open.
The salty, pungent flavor of his sex juice seeped into her reluctant mouth and permeated her entire being. She felt the heavy liquid ooze into her mouth, cover her teeth and run across her tongue. She wanted to throw up! How could any human being be this vile! The muscles in her stomach spasmed and she had to fight back a gag. He wasn't human-he was a low, disgusting animal!
So are you, Jenifer's soul cried out. The awful taste of his juices had excited her, renewed the fires in her loins, reawakened the lust in her innocent young body. She fought against it, but she felt her nipples tingle and the lips of her vulva quiver as the combined odor and taste of his sex raged in her system.
The helpless young girl watched in terrified fascination as he guided his throbbing penis to her chest. She saw him stroke its erection fast as he brought the swollen hot head of his organ to touch her nipple. When he mashed the huge bulb at the tip of his penis against her nipple and ground it into the firm mound of her breast, Jenifer's entire body seemed to respond. Her pores opened and a light coat of perspiration covered her warm flesh. She saw him repeat the action on her other nipple and the contact made her breath catch in her throat.
Ignacio was fast reaching the point of no return. Her firm, voluptuous body was driving him wild with desire. He wanted to spear her, hear her scream, rupture her precious hymen and make her bleed, then show her what orgasm could be like.
"It's time you were fucked," he commented, climbing over her bound leg and positioning himself on his knees between her creamy white thighs.
"No, please! No!" she sobbed, torn between the lust of her body that wanted to feel him inside her, filling her aching vagina, and her overwhelming fear of losing her virginity to a strange man. The obscene smile that made his lips curl sent terror racing through her tormented body. She saw a heavy glob of his liquid form on the end of his penis as he continued stroking himself lewdly. This can't be happening, she cried to her self!
Ignacio guided his penis to her slit, bringing the swollen head down hard on her quivering clitoris. Holding his shaft firmly in his hand, he began rubbing the head of his organ against her sensitive bud, his piercing eyes fixed on her gorgeous young face.
"No! No, please, no!" she sobbed, struggling against her bonds frantically. "No! Oh, please! Oh! Ooooohhhh! Aaaaahhhh!"
Jenifer wanted to die, to punish her traitorous body for betraying her like this. Her entire system was once again on fire. A hot flush raced across her skin and her nipples became hard and tingling. Why couldn't she control herself?
Ignacio's pulse began to race as he watched the young girl's body respond. Her chest began rising and falling and the light coat of perspiration covering her youthful, virginal body made her lovely flesh glisten with a gorgeous sheen. His testicles rumbled when he saw the proud bitch's mouth drop open and the low animal moan escaping from her throat reached his ears. He rubbed his inflated penis hard against her trembling bud, then guided its erectness slowly down her moist slit until he had the swollen bulb pressing against the entrance to her vagina.
Shifting his knees for leverage, Ignacio began flexing his powerful hips as he leaned forward and pressed the lust-crazed head of his bludgeoning organ hard into the tight vaginal slit.
"Please!" she cried. "Please don't! Aaaauuuuurrrrghhhhhh!" The pleasant excitement in her young system disappeared instantly when a raging, searing pain swept through her body. Jenifer gritted her teeth and pulled on her bonds. Never in her young guarded life had the innocent girl experienced a pain like this! Her vagina felt like it was being ripped wide open! Her breath stopped and her heart pounded in her throat. Every nerve ending in her luscious body was on fire. Tears welled in her lovely young eyes and spilled in rivers down her white cheeks.
"You're killing me! Aiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling desperately against her bonds until her shoulders and hips screamed with inhuman pain.
This was Ignacio's moment. He looked down at his long, thick shaft spearing her innocent, helpless body. Just the swollen head was lodged inside her vagina. The lips of her vulva were stretched around his rod and had turned a bright-red color. She would remember this for a long time! He jerked his hips lewdly, sending his thick member a full inch inside her tight cunt. Her screams were music to his ears. They made his blood rush through his veins. He shoved again-a more piercing scream-he wanted her to cry for mercy. He wanted her to pay for every time she had wrinkled her pretty nose at a poor, ugly man! He would break that pride, make her a slave to his huge penis.
He watched her young head flail back and forth, her lovely golden blond hair flowing gracefully in the air, and his ache became more than he could handle. He rammed forward with everything he had, making her pussy triple in size as his lust-inflated organ tore into her virginal canal.
"Aaaaiiiieeeeeeeee!" the young girl screamed at the top of her lungs when she felt a part of her body torn wide open.
Ignacio had all he .could do to control himself when his progress was momentarily halted by the thin membrane of her hymen. He hadn't had a virgin since high school and the touch of her membrane against the swollen head of his penis almost caused him to erupt. He rammed harder, showing the helpless nineteen-year-old girl no mercy and jamming his organ to the hilt in her belly. He felt his balls slap tightly against her jerking anus that screwed itself deep down into the mattress attempting to escape the cruel, painful, sudden impalement. Her legs jerked, her feet pulling against the ropes.
"Oh ... My ... God!" the choked cry gurgled from her open mouth as she fought desperately against fainting from the intense pain. She struggled helplessly against the ropes that held her tied to the bed as each jerk of his hips seemed to burrow the huge pole deeper into her ravaged, aching body. Jenifer was certain that her body was being torn in half, cruelly ripped into two pieces by the giant, throbbing instrument imbedded deep in her belly. She could almost feel the fiery, throbbing, lunging rod in her throat as its blood-filled head rammed against her cervix. Jenifer was positive that she was going to die!
Ignacio's body hung suspended above the helpless, impaled virgin. A lascivious grin crossed his lips as he saw her face contorted with pain. Her lips curled back from her teeth, and pleading, incoherent cries escaped from deep in her throat. The sight of her voluptuous young body tied up like an animal made his breath rasp in his chest. He glanced down to drink in the vision of his coarse black pubic hair tangled with the soft golden fluff that covered her womanhood. The base of his thick, fleshy, gnarled rod was buried deep into the wet pink furrow that he had licked to readiness a moment before. The tight lips of her vagina were stretched almost to the bursting point, the elastic outer pink rim clasping tightly around the dark olive base of his jamming cock.
He remained motionless for a long moment, savoring the spectacle of this proud little bitch impaled on his organ buried deep in her virginal belly.
Jenifer's hips squirmed beneath the painful attack. She flexed her vaginal muscles in an effort to ease the searing pain, but that seemed to only bring him deeper into her ravaged womb. She could feel the thick veins along his shaft burrowing into the tortured walls of her vagina. A telegraph seemed to reach her tormented brain when she felt the hotly throbbing head of his penis pounding against her cervix. It was alive inside her! It was part of her body now! It filled her completely! Even the coarse hair and wrinkled skin on his sac pressing into her tail were a part of her.
"No!" she gasped half aloud when she felt her body come to life. Her mouth was dry and she licked her lips. The taste of his sex once again permeated her mouth. She felt this trigger something inside her, something the innocent young girl could neither handle nor understand. Through the terrible pain came a new sensation, an overwhelming, aching desire that caused her hips to flex involuntarily and grind her pelvis against his crotch.
Ignacio felt the slight movement. It was what he had been waiting for. He flexed his hips and expanded his organ inside her tightly clasping cunt, but still remained motionless.
"Oh!" she whimpered, through bared teeth, hating her body for what it was doing to her when she found herself walking the fine line between pleasure and pain.
Ignacio waited a moment, then jerked his hips again. He saw her eyes close tightly and her mouth drop open.
"Ooooohhh!"' She held her breath as her vagina expanded even more to take the movement of the live organ buried in her. Her nipples were hard and trembling on top of the luscious mounds of her breasts. Her pores were wide open and moisture covered her entire body. She released her breath as her body came to life. The searing pain was receding now, slowly giving way to an incredibly exciting electric tingling that surged from the depths of her womb and touched every raw nerve ending in her warmly quivering body. A buzzing sensation rippled through her moistly throbbing vagina, caressing every inch of her body to make her scalp tingle and her toes curl.
Sweat was pouring freely from her body. Tiny pools formed in the valley between her breasts and on her flat belly. Streams ran from beneath her arms and down the crevice of her buttocks to form pools on the bedspread beneath her hot body.
Shamelessly, she began rotating her full hips around the fleshy impaling cock. Her vagina dialated until she could feel the live lust-engorged thing inside her begin to move. She tried to flex her hips to squeeze the trembling gourds crammed into the crevice between her firm buttocks. As much as she hated and despised this awful creature and what he was doing to her helpless body, Jenifer struggled against her bonds to clasp him to her burning flesh.
Ignacio felt her wet clasping vagina begin a firm opening and closing around his surging organ. It was all he could do to remain motionless as he watched her hips screw her voracious vagina up and down his rigid, throbbing shaft. His hooded eyes fixed on the soft ridges of her pink flesh as her cunt moved slowly up and down his rod. The soft folds of her cuntal lips doubled in and disappeared inside her vaginal cavity as it swallowed the entire shiny length of his hotly pulsating cock into the depths of her young belly.
When he could stand it no longer, Ignacio reared back and thrust his organ deep inside her. He heard her breath escape in a burst when he started jerking his powerful hips and pumping his meat into her hot body. The juices of her milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in-and-out sawing movement when she tried to counter his every stroke with an upward thrust of her buttocks.
The animal grunts and groans escaping from her quivering lips told him that she was rapidly approaching orgasm. He was determined to make her beg for that and he slowly withdrew the length of his twelve-inch spear from her hot, clasping cunt until just the bulbous head of his lust-engorged cock was lodged inside her body. He arched his back and remained motionless as she tried to wiggle her hips to screw her body up his organ.
"Please! Please!" she groaned.
"Please what, Jenifer?" the Hawk asked tauntingly, holding his body poised above her and jabbing no more than an inch of meat into her with short sharp thrusts.
"Do it!" she whimpered, straining with her hips to have the live thing dig up into her belly.
"You can talk plainer than that!" he replied, pulling back again.
"Put it in me," she moaned. "I can't stand it."
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, emphasizing the word that she had called "vile".
"Yes," she whispered. "Please!"
"Say it!" He jabbed his penis an inch into her tightly gripping cavity, then withdrew again.
"Please! Oh, please!" the young girl pleaded. "Please ... please fuck me!" She could hardly believe that the word had come from her mouth. Even more incredible to the inexperienced young girl was the fact that hearing the word seemed to excite her.
Ignacio lunged his organ to the hilt in her hot body with two rapid thrusts, then withdrew again.
"OOOOHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, YOU FILTHY BEAST. FUCK ME!" Jenifer screamed, her cervix pulsating from the pressure of his maddened rod. The word seemed to echo from the walls of the quiet room. She had always thought of it as a filthy expression used only by the most base people, but it was strangely exciting now. And it summed up the wanton desires of her lustful body.
Ignacio had heard the word so often that he seldom paid any attention to it. But his heart began racing as he saw the beautiful young virgin's lips purse and form the word into a demanding chant. He had been waiting for this rich American cunt to beg, and now that she was pleading for it he let his control go. His hips jerked up and drove his painfully throbbing penis into her hot willing pussy with the force of giant pistons. He could hear the wet smack as his belly thudded against her crotch. He lowered himself until his chest was pressing against the soft mounds of her luscious breasts and he rubbed until he ground the hair on his chest into her hard nipples. Then he began long hard strokes into her abandoned steaming passage that was becoming more moist with her fluids by the moment. His balls beat against her buttocks like a primitive drum.
Jenifer had to steel herself all over again with this new assault. Her vagina felt as if it would explode and disintegrate at any moment. His hard lunges so completely filled her that she could feel the swollen head of his throbbing lust-distended organ deep in her belly. Then the contortions in her face disappeared as the momentary pain receded.
She opened her eyes to find his hooded eyes staring directly into hers as he humped his hips and sent his rod ramming deep into her with savage thrusts. His foul, alcohol ladened breath repulsed and excited Jenifer at the same moment. When he brought his cruel mouth to hers, the beautiful young girl parted her lips. She felt his tongue snake into her mouth and the taste of her own sex suddenly permeated her system. Her deep groans were muffled as his tongue probed the entire interior of her young mouth. Jenifer didn't care. She was beyond caring. Her entire being was consumed with the alive, moving thing inside her lustful depth. It squirmed and danced inside her, rubbing the walls of her virginal vagina raw. It was the worst and the best thing that had ever happened to her in her life! She arched her hips off the mattress and drove her pelvis into his lunging body. The sound of his gourds slapping loudly against the cheeks of her young buttocks seemed to set a tempo, beating increasingly louder and faster with each stroke.
"Hot cunt!" Ignacio grunted as he pulled his mouth free of her sweet oral cavity and continued pounding his penis to her ravaged body. "My Jenifer is a hot cunt, a red hot bitch in heat!"
Waves of passion were crashing against the innocent young girl's ears. Her muscles spasmed and cramped as she strained against his humping body. The thing that was moving in and out of her seemed to be growing, stretching the walls of her tender vagina even more as it glided to the depths of her womb.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" she groaned as he ground his pubic hair into her sensitive clitoris. "YES, YES, YES! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER! AAAIIEEEEEE! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT. OH, FUCK ME!"
Ignacio's rigid control evaporated as his passion and lust reached new heights. He could feel the white hot sperm building in his balls as they beat relentlessly against her soft cheeks. He was ready to explode! He wildly shoved his tongue far down into her throat and rammed his lust-maddened blood-engorged cock as deep into her belly as it would go.
Jenifer could hardly believe the changes that took place in her body. She became more excited with each thrust, her lust reaching to her bowels and making her anus expand and contract. She knew that she was going to explode, even though there was a new pain burning in her vagina when she felt his hard organ expand into a hugeness that threatened to tear her womb wide asunder. When his cock began to spurt up inside her cunt, she almost fainted. The searing hot liquid shot into her uncontrollable cunt like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her ravaged vagina like streams of molten lava. The pores of the walls of her pussy clasped around his surging, spurting member, squeezing and milking its turgid length as the hot jets triggered a series of explosions in her quivering body. She felt small firecrackers explode beneath her skin, racing along her bound legs, up her smooth thighs, into her vagina, even up to her breasts.
She went insane!
She couldn't let it stop!
The innocent girl wanted this lust-consuming copulation to last forever! Convulsions gripped her quaking vagina as the thick milk of her orgasm began oozing around his still-lunging penis. Her juices combined with his to ooze down her canal and run down the quivering cheeks of her buttocks to form puddles beneath her posterior. She contracted her muscles and squeezed his organ, bringing forth spurt after spurt of his hot love juice.
Ignacio couldn't remember when a girl had drained him like this! His balls ached from pumping so long and so hard into her body.
He heard her cry out, then saw her body go limp when she fainted from her intense climax. Summoning his final reserve of strength, the Hawk withdrew his partially limp organ from her helpless, inert body. It was dripping wet with the accumulation of their combined lust and he climbed over her bound leg and knelt above her unconscious face. Holding his heavy organ in his hand, Ignacio guided the dripping wet member to her beautiful young face. Slowly, he wiped his penis dry on her cheeks, eyes, and mouth. It left her face covered with a shining wet coat of sex.
With an obscene smile on his cruel lips, Ignacio untied the ropes on her legs. It won't take long to make this wanton bitch a slave, he said to himself.
CHAPTER NINE
"It's perfect!" Sergio Mora exclaimed.
"I'll have to admit that the timing and detail are perfect," Jaime Cardini responded as he placed his copy of the assassination plan on Mora's desk. "This Hawk seems to be quite thorough."
"One of the best in the business," Mora said, standing to look out the picture window at the end of his office. "We flew a courier to Bariloche this morning with a complete timetable of Peron's visit and the Hawk worked out this plan within half an hour."
"The part about laying the assassination on an American, an embassy official, is genius. But will it work?" Cardini asked seriously. As president of one of Argentina's largest industrial companies, Cardini had joined Mora with some reluctance. "We have a lot at stake, Sergio."
"I know, I know," Sergio responded nervously. "Look, Jaime, I'm as conservative as you are. I don't take chances. But this will work. I'm convinced of it. The Hawk has this man's wife prisoner. He wants one of our men to take photos of her in bed with him, and he'll use those to lure Peter Martin to the proper place at the percise moment. We think Martin is a super-agent called the Wolf, but regardless of who he is he won't fail to respond to his new bride's plea to be rescued. And look at how the Hawk plans to hit Peron! The one moment he will be completely exposed is when he climbs the steps to the monument in the plaza to unveil the plaque. One of our offices already occupies the perfect position in a building on the plaza, and it has a separate entrance with a private staircase at the back of the building. The Hawk will be gone before they even realize Peron has been hit."
"You're certain of this?" Jaime asked.
"Positive! I've used that office myself. It's perfect."
"Don't misunderstand, Sergio," Jaime said, walking over to the gray-haired executive and clasping his hand on his shoulder. "It looks good to me. I'm just looking for any possible flaws."
"We'll need precise timing," Sergio admitted, "but the Hawk is famous for that. This plan proves to me the man knows what he is doing."
"What about the girl, Sergio? Isn't she a possible weak link in all of this?"
"I think so, but the Hawk assures me he can handle her. I'm still responsible for all of this, though, and the ransom part of his plan is something we may not act upon."
"It has the advantage of reducing our financial burden in all of this," Jaime continued.
"I know, but it could also be our undoing. I'm making some plans of my own. In any event, you'll advise the others of our progress?"
"This afternoon," Jaime responded, shaking Sergio's hand as he moved slowly toward the door. "And you can rest assured that none of us will be anywhere near Bariloche next week. The riots will begin that same night."
"That will force the General to act," Sergio replied with a broad grin. "Keep in touch, Jaime."
Jaime Cardini turned his face to avoid recognition as he passed a strange man in the corridor on his way to the private elevator.
David Foster waited until the heavy set, well-dressed man had turned the comer at the end of the hall, then quickly disappeared into one of the offices. He hoped that the man didn't stop to wonder what David had been doing in the corridor. David had barely had enough time to get away from the door to Mora's office where he had been trying to listen to the conversation.
David was becoming frustrated. Through several chance remarks on the part of some of the lower men in the Tuyo group, he knew that the kidnapping had been successful and that the Hawk now held the Martin girl prisoner in a mountain retreat near Bariloche. And from the fragments of Mora's conversation with Cardini he had been able to pick up, David had a general idea of the plan to assassinate Peron. He needed their proposed timetable, and he needed to be in Bariloche.
His chief's words echoed in his ears, Your task is to keep that old son of a bitch alive, and we don't care how you do it! David knew that he could do that only if he was on the scene when the Hawk made his move, but if he went to Bariloche now he would tip his hand to Mora and his group. Somehow, Mora had to send him to Bariloche! And David was certain that Mora wouldn't do that until he had cleared David-if David's cover held up.
David had managed to lose Peter Martin late the night before and he decided to use that to see if he could force Mora's hand. He walked to Mora's office and knocked on the closed door.
"Ah, yes," Mora said with a sigh when David walked in. "What can I do for you?"
"That's my question, Senor Mora," David responded with a smile. "I supervised the delivery of the incendiary bombs last night. It was a clean trip all the way. But this morning I picked up a tail-an American."
"An American is following you?" Mora asked quickly.
"Was. I gave him the slip before I came up here. I could have eliminated him easily, but I thought I'd better clear anything like that with you first," David commented, standing by Mora's antique desk.
"Good thinking! By no means should you take action against an American agent at this moment," Mora said slowly. "I don't understand why they're tailing you. Did you recognize the man?"
"No, sir," David replied, casting a quick glance at an open page of a report on Mora's desk. "I've never seen the man before in my life."
"And you're positive he was tailing you?"
"Positive," David responded.
"I think, then, that perhaps you'd better stay out of circulation for a while. At least until we can find out exactly what is going on."
"He picked me up at the Aurora," David remarked, naming the hotel where he had been sent that morning after leaving the Sheraton.
"Then stay away from the Aurora," Mora said.
"We may have an internal leak. If so, I'll have to close it immediately."
""Want me to pick my own place?" David asked. "No one here will know where I am, and I'll call you directly to check in."
"Good!" Mora agreed. "Call me this afternoon, but make sure you are not being followed. I'll try to straighten this out before the sun sets today. Thank you for keeping me advised," he added, standing to indicate that the meeting was concluded.
David smiled to himself as he left the building. Mora had taken the bait better than David had expected. He glanced at his watch and realized that he would have to hurry to catch the next plane to Bariloche.
CHAPTER TEN
It was in the afternoon of the third day of her captivity that Jenifer Martin was at last allowed some degree of freedom. She had awakened from a deep sleep to find that the ropes had been removed from her wrists. Her first thought was of escape and she searched the bedroom frantically for her clothes. Her heart fell when she found the closet and drawers empty. She tried the door from the bedroom to the hall and found it securely locked.
The soreness in her crotch reminded her of the almost-constant sex orgy that she had been subjected to over the past sixty hours. The thought of the ugly beast who held her captive and his insatiable animal lust made her shudder.
She walked to the window and cautiously pulled the drapes apart enough to see out. The sight that greeted her eyes made her breath catch in her throat. Jenifer knew that she had never seen anything more startlingly beautiful before in her life. The window overlooked a cobalt blue lake surrounded by tall pines and the rugged snowcapped peaks of the mighty Andes mountains. It immediately reminded her of pictures that she had seen of Switzerland. Only this was far more beautiful! The sky was a brilliant blue. Cotton puffs of pure white clouds floated near the mountain peaks. There was snow only a few hundred yards from the cabin, yet directly below her second-story window Jenifer could see bright gay flowers in full bloom.
The window was barred on the outside and Jenifer knew that escape was hopeless, particularly without clothes in what she knew was cold weather. She wondered how far this place was from Buenos Aires. The sound of a key in the bedroom door sent a shiver running down her spine. She quickly closed the drapes and threw herself on the bed, pulling the bedspread over her nude body.
"Well, I see you're awake," Ignacio said, entering the bedroom and closing the door behind him. "How's my hot little cunt today?"
Although she had heard him use these words for over sixty hours, Jenifer still cringed at his use of obscene language. She didn't reply, watching him with frightened eyes as he approached the bed.
"Take that cover off," he commanded in a menacing tone. "I thought I told you that you were always to be naked in this room."
Jenifer didn't hesitate, even though it required a great deal of will to be nude in front of the ugly creature. He had taught her the penalties for disobedience and her cheeks were still sore from where he had slapped her viciously whenever she refused to obey him. She pulled the cover free of her body and tried to control the shudder that passed over her when she saw the lewd expression on his face as his eyes drank in every inch of her nudity. A glance at the bulge in the crotch of his pants told her what was coming. Would he never tire of taking her?
"Are you ready to be fucked willingly?" he asked, reaching down and burying his finger in her slit.
"No!" she said quickly, protesting more against the quickening of her own pulse as she stared at his bulging crotch than in answer to his question.
"Okay, hot cunt, we'll tie you up again," the Hawk responded with a lewd chuckle. "Only we'll try something new today. Don't fight me or I'll be forced to hurt you," he warned.
Jenifer had to force herself to obey his commands as he had her place her arms at her sides and double her knees while he lashed each wrist to an ankle. When he was done, the frightened young girl realized that she was even more helpless and vulnerable in this position than she had been when she was tied to the four comers of the bed. With her knees bent, her crotch was wide open and completely at his disposal.
Ignacio stepped back from the bed and admired the helpless young beauty. There was a throbbing in his groin as he looked at her naked body. As much as he hated her type and everything she represented, he had to admit that she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. And this was certainly the perfect way to spend the waiting period on a contract, with a gorgeous young girl available to satisfy his every desire. Standing at the foot of the bed staring directly into her open vagina, he began removing his clothes. He had spent the past four hours walking through the small city of Bariloche studying the angle from which he would have to fire, the layout of the city, and his escape route. He was always tense when he studied and made his plans, and now he was ready to relax his energy on the luscious body of this pretty young girl.
"I brought you two presents, Jenifer," he remarked as he slipped out of his pants and shorts and let his penis spring free. "Besides this," he laughed lewdly as he held his organ in his hand and waved it over her face. "I'll show you one of them now. The other is a big lunch. Two kinds of salads, big thick sandwiches filled with beef, cheese, chicken, and plenty of lettuce and tomatoes. I'll bet you're hungry."
"Yes," Jenifer replied, the mention of food making her mouth water. All that she had been allowed to eat until then were some stale crackers and dry cheese.
"Good," he chuckled. "I brought you some of the famous Bariloche chocolate for dessert. You can fill your gut after we get through filling your hot little cunt. Look at the other present I brought you," he added, removing a long, round object from a paper bag.
Jenifer stared at the object with wondering eyes. It was plastic and about twelve inches long. She blushed as she realized that it was shaped like a man's penis.
"This is a girl's best friend, Jenifer," Ignacio said with a broad grin as he climbed on the bed and roughly pushed her down on her back so that her knees were in the air and her feet were planted on the mattress. "I call it the electric plastic penis for torrid twats. You'll love the way it vibrates."
The helpless, frightened girl saw him flick a button at the base of the long plastic object and a low humming sound reached her ears. Then she saw him swing an ugly, hairy leg over her face as he positioned himself in a kneeling stature above her head facing her feet. His hairy testicles hung just inches from her nose and the odor of his sex made her nostrils flare wide. She knew that he hadn't bathed in the last three days and his smell made her gag. Jenifer couldn't control herself as she saw the blue-veined sac that held his heavy testicles begin to lower toward her face. She tried to wiggle away, but he held her head in a vise between his muscular thighs. The innocent young girl opened her mouth to cry out at him just as his balls crushed against her nose, lips and chin. Part of his sac fell into her open mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue and her mouth was once again filled with the disgustingly exciting flavor of his sex. This was the most vile, humiliating thing that he had done to her! To sit on her face and rub his genitals against her nose and mouth!
Ignacio felt his excitement begin to grow when he sat on the innocent teenager's beautiful face. The touch of her smooth nose, lips and chin on his balls made the blood pound in his inflated penis. Spreading her knees, he brought the humming vibrator to her golden pubic mound. He pressed her knees apart until her buttocks lifted from the mattress and the flower of her cunt was completely open. Then he ran the vibrator slowly around the lips of her vulva before he brought the tip in contact with her clitoris.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" Jenifer's moan was muffled beneath his heavy testicles covering her mouth, but the immediate response of her body was obvious. The constant, tiny electric impulses touching her sensitive bud sent waves of passion raging through her system. She hated the way her body reacted. Why did she have to go crazy the minute that he touched her? Jenifer tensed her muscles and tried to blank out her mind in an effort to conceal her reaction from the animal that used her at his will.
It was so wrong! It was against everything she had been taught, everything she believed! Why couldn't she control herself? Why was her crotch becoming the center of her body, the epicenter of her entire universe? Worst of all, why did she have to let this beast, this low, vile animal, know how excited he made her?
Ignacio smiled to himself when he saw the muscles in her creamy thighs spasm and her clitoris pop erect like a small statue between the lovely lips of her womanly cunt. Jenifer was one of the most consistently responsive girls he had ever had. Other girls were often moody, could be turned on only when they felt like it. But Jenifer responded every time he touched her. He reasoned that a great deal of it had to do with her guarded life and her lack of experience. Ignacio suspected that she had probably never even played with herself.
He moved the tip of the vibrator up and down the length of her golden crested slit, always returning to torment her quivering clitoris. He watched the beads of her lubricating fluid form between the lips of her womanhood and saw her dark-red hole begin to expand and contract like a clam. Holding the vibrator against her love bud, he dipped his finger into her opening. It was still tight, even though he had penetrated her at least a dozen times in the past two and a half days.
Jenifer was going out of her mind! The humming device sending electric impulses into her system had filled her with wild lust! She was staring directly into his anus, and the sight of his hairy, brown, puckered hole, combined with the odor of a mixture of sweat and sperm that coated his testicles that she was forced to inhale, seemed to turn her into a wanton animal. Her mind rebelled at the way her body reacted. She knew that she should bite his sac as hard as she could, draw his blood with her teeth, but she couldn't! She knew that he would beat her senseless, maybe kill her, if she hurt him, and her horrible body actually liked what he was doing to her.
"Ow! Oooooooohhhh!" she groaned when she suddenly felt the cold plastic shoved up her moist pussy. The walls of her vaginal canal were sore from their expansion to take the penetration of his huge, inflated organ, and the plastic vibrator hurt her for a moment. This quickly faded to a fantastic sensation that swept through her system when she felt the humming, vibrating, penisshaped instrument sending its exciting impulses racing through her nerve centers. She felt her blood pound through her veins. Her flesh flushed and a coat of perspiration broke out all over her body. How could anything so wrong feel so good? she asked herself.
Ignacio. watched the teenager's hips begin grinding in an effort to bring the vibrator deep into her hot vagina. He felt his penis throb as he placed his hand on the base of the vibrator and shoved it to the hilt in her steaming sensuous hole. Just the very base of the instrument was visible when he lifted his balls reluctantly from her beautiful face and climbed off the bed to pick up the package that he had brought with him from Bariloche. Returning to the bed, Ignacio stopped to look down at the helpless young girl. Her knees were in the air and her hips were quaking as she ground them against the mattress while the vibrator hummed away inside her beautiful body. There was a look of tortured rapture on Jenifer's face.
"You like that?" he asked, an obscene smile crossing his lips.
"Oooohhhh, yes!" she whimpered, wiggling her hips as the electric shocks coursed relentlessly through her system. Her response was automatic and the helpless girl immediately hated herself for admitting to the lust of her awful body.
"Good," Ignacio said softly, "because I'm going to teach you something that should blow your little mind." He unwrapped the stick of butter that he had purchased at the local market and dropped the foil cover to the floor. Then he climbed on the bed and positioned himself on his knees between her widespread legs. Grabbing her ankles in his powerful hands, he lifted her feet from the bed and doubled her knees back against her full chest so that her cunt was raised and completely exposed. He left the vibrator humming away in her vagina as he dug hunks of butter from the stick and rubbed them into her light brown anus nestled between the creamy cheeks of her buttocks. He coated a finger heavily with butter and slowly worked it past the tight elastic ring of her rectum and into her tightly clasping depth.
"Don't!" she protested as he removed the marvelously exciting humming device from her vagina. Jenifer felt that she could live with that wonderful thing inside her forever! She opened her eyes and saw the lascivious grin on his face as he applied a thick coat of butter to the plastic vibrator. She watched him place a large gob of butter on the tip and she trembled in anticipation as she watched his hand guide the instrument toward her crotch. She closed her eyes and waited to feel its length slide into her vagina again.
"OW! OUCH!" she cried. "THAT HURTS. OUCH! STOP IT!" Her eyes flew open and bulged when she felt the stabbing pain shoot from her anus through her body. She tried to squirm away as the pain became more intense with the thick instrument working its way up into her bowels, but he held her doubled into a ball with her crotch wide open. "YOU BEAST!"
Ignacio saw the tears well in her hurtful eyes and begin running down her rosy cheeks as he continued pressing the vibrator up her rectum, but he didn't show her an inch of mercy. He held her quaking body and rammed the twelve-inch rod to the hilt in her bowels, then flicked the button and watched the surprised look on the young girl's face as the electric vibrations began coursing through her body.
Jenifer grasped her ankles and gritted her teeth. The initial pain was almost unbearable and sobs racked her young body as her bowels became alive with the humming instrument cruelly rammed to the depth of her rectum. She was about to scream at him, call him every vile name that she had ever heard, when suddenly the pain subsided and a new sensation swept through her system. It was strange and very exciting, making Jenifer blush when it reminded her of how good she felt sometimes after a thorough bowel movement. But this was even more intense and her whole body began to tingle. She had to choke back a moan of pleasure. Jenifer could never bring herself to let him know that anything this base could excite her. Then she felt an exciting pressure being applied to her erect clitoris and she opened her eyes to find him leaning into her crotch with his huge penis in hand.
Ignacio rubbed her clitoris with the blood inflated head of his organ until he saw her chest begin to heave as her breath quickened with obvious excitement. He couldn't get over how completely sexual this girl's body was!
"How's it feel to have that up your ass?" he asked teasingly.
Jenifer bit her lip to keep from replying, involuntarily grinding her hips to rub her clitoris against his hard organ. Her body was so completely consumed with the fantastic sensation sweeping through her that she could hardly think!
"Okay," Ignacio laughed, sliding his organ down her slit until the swollen head was poised at the entrance to her vagina, "let's see what you have to say about being fucked in two places at once!"
"Eeeeeeeiiiioooowww!" Jenifer screamed when he forced the blood-engorged head of his mammoth cock inside her hot cunt and drove it to the hilt in her vagina with one savage lunge. She was still sore from previous sexual bouts and the thickness of his member seemed to split the walls of her pussy apart as its throbbing length lunged into her vaginal depths. Her hips fell, trying to protect her from his penetration, but this only served to drive the vibrator deeper into her bowels. She felt as if she had been cruelly stuffed with two thick poles!
The pain of his penetration faded when her own fluids began oozing around his organ. Her body had learned to adjust to his insertion, but this time there was something new happening. She could feel the humming vibrator tingling against the thin wall that separated her vagina from her rectum and it seemed to make the fire inside her rage out of control! No matter how she moved her hips, she couldn't escape the terribly exciting sensation.
Ignacio had to hold still for a long minute to keep from shooting his load into her belly right away. He could feel the vibrator in two places. It had turned the inside of her hot wet vagina into an electric box that massaged every inch of his lust-filled penis; and his balls were resting on the base of the plastic instrument sticking out of her anus. The ecstasy on her face triggered him into action. He pressed her knees hard into her chest to bring her crotch high into the air, then began humping into her hot canal with long, hard thrusts that made his balls slap against the base of the vibrator lodged firmly in the hole between the resilient cheeks of her buttocks.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, wiggling her ass as much as she could in response to the incredible waves of pleasure that shot through her body. The vibrator seemed to magnify every stroke of his huge organ inside her and she gave up all pretense to allow her body the animal lust that it demanded. "Yes! Faster, faster, faster!" she chanted.
"Like this?" he said, pulling his penis out to where it was lodged no deeper than an inch inside her steaming canal.
"No!" she snapped, wiggling her buttocks in an attempt to screw her crotch up the length of his shaft. "NO, DAMN YOU! FUCK ME! OH, PLEASE, SHOVE IT UP ME! FUCK ME!"
Ignacio smiled to himself at the change that had taken place in the innocent young girl. Her body had taken control of her, and she had become a mass of physical lust! He tightened the ball of her body and reared back to bring his rod screaming down into her hotly pulsating wanton cunt. His hips flew like pistons as he rammed his heavy meat in and out of her quivering body. The vibrator was driving him as crazy as it was her, placing an electric pressure on his penis at every point along its route to the depths of her womb.
"Is your cunt hot?" he grunted as he rutted into her.
"YES!" she cried. "MY CUNT IS ON FIRE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Jenifer could hardly believe the words that had come from her mouth, and she knew that she could no longer pretend with him. The things he did to her were more exciting and more satisfying than anything that had ever happened to her in her life. He had made her what she was destined to be-a real woman! Why had she waited so long? Why hadn't she taken on her tennis instructor years before? Why hadn't she spent her life with a huge thing rammed to the depths of her being? Never again would she allow her conscience to deny her body its needs!
"Now!" she cried through clenched teeth. "Now! Harder! My cunt is about to explode! Harder! Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee!"
Ignacio's testicles erupted as he felt her uncontrollable cunt clasp hard around his surging cock when she went into the grips of an intense orgasm. He felt his searing hot cream race through his organ to spurt into the depths of her hot womb to mix with her heavy fluids that were already flowing freely and oozing out of the entrance to her vagina. He continued pumping until every drop was drained from his body, then he slowly withdrew his deflating penis from her grasping box.
"Please," Jenifer called after him as he began to climb off the bed, "take the other thing out of me.
"No," he replied softly. "I want it there to expand your asshole."
"Then please turn it off," she pleaded. "It's driving me crazy!"
Ignacio smiled and reached over and flicked the button. The humming stopped, but the plastic instrument was firmly embedded in her rectum.
"Please," she said in a soft voice, "would you untie me? My muscles are cramping."
"Will you leave that plastic cock up your ass?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Say it!"
"I'll ... I'll leave the plastic cock up my ass," she said after a moment's hesitation and a resolve not to fight him any longer. "I'm hungry and you promised me food."
Ignacio smiled and leaned down to untie the ropes that held her wrists bound to her ankles. He was positive that he would no longer have to tie Jenifer up. She would do what he wanted in the future.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
David Foster pulled the Citroen behind a tall hedge on the road above the house and got out for a fast look. It had taken him two days to locate the house where the Hawk held the Martin girl, and his discovery had been a stroke of pure luck. He had been driving back from the luxurious spa called Yao Yao when a small Fiat had pulled out of a driveway and onto the road. In that fraction of a second that the driver was profiled, David recognized Ignacio Sandoval. He followed the Fiat into town and observed every move the Hawk made. He saw the Hawk study the plaza and step off the distance from a monument to the comer of a building. When Ignacio stepped back to study an upper window at the comer of the building, David knew that this would be the Hawk's point of fire in the assassination attempt. Wondering if his incredible luck would hold, David followed the Hawk when he returned to the chalet near the lake. Fortunately for David, the Hawk had been too preoccupied to notice that he was being followed.
That had been two hours before. Since, David had made his regular call to Mora and received orders to meet Mora at Tuyo headquarters the following morning. Sergio was under the impression that David was hiding out somewhere in the Buenos Aires area, and David was careful not to discourage that belief. He already had reservations on the afternoon flight back to Buenos Aires.
Standing out of sight at the edge of the tall hedge, David looked down at the chalet. It was large and looked well built. Most of the windows were tightly shuttered. The drapes were pulled on those windows that hadn't been shuttered, giving the impression that the house wasn't occupied. He noted that Sandoval had parked the Fiat behind a house fifty yards from the chalet. He doesn't want anybody to know he's there, David noted to himself. David memorized the terrain, the driveway leading to the chalet, even the footpath leading from the road to the lake.
A brisk gust of wind made him shiver and he looked up to see dark, threatening clouds hanging over the Andes. Snow will complicate matters, he thought to himself as he made his way back to the rented Citroen. He started the car and listened to the four-cylinder engine clatter, making a mental note to reserve a bigger, faster car when he returned to Bariloche.
He arrived at the airport with just enough time to check the rented car in and board the Aerolineas jet for Buenos Aires. By the time the pilot touched down at Aeroparque airport, David had devised a flexible plan of action. The stakes were too high to play this as a lone wolf. He knew the Hawk's reputation and if David made one mistake, Peron was dead. He had to have a back-up group, someone who could follow his orders explicitly and who could act independently if David somehow failed. He went to a booth at the airport and called the American embassy.
"Carl Raitman speaking," the voice said after several operators handled David's call.
"David Foster here, Raitman. I want you to call Sanders in Washington and tell him David Foster has contacted you. Ask him how you are to handle me. I'll call you back in an hour and we'll arrange to meet for dinner, okay?"
"Am I speaking to the famous Wolf?" Raitman asked.
"The name is David Foster. Clear me with Sanders in Washington and then we can talk. It's urgent or I wouldn't be calling you. I'll call you in an hour. Goodbye." David hung up, shaking his head about how his reputation as the Wolf had grown. He took a taxi to the City Hotel and checked in, knowing that he would be far less noticeable among a group of tourists than in a strictly Argentine hotel.
An hour and fifteen minutes later David was seated across from Carl Raitman in a small, quiet restaurant in La Boca, the Italian district.
"I must say that you come with top credentials," Raitman remarked after the waiter had left two glasses and a bottle of Cinzano on the table. "Sanders emphasized that you are not with our government, but ordered me to cooperate fully. He added that there have been times when we've been after your hide, but not at this particular moment. Maybe sometimes you'll explain all of this for me."
"Sometimes, perhaps," David smiled. "How is your man Peter Martin holding up?"
"Why ... I don't understand," Raitman h-edged.
"Look, Sanders told you to cooperate," David snapped, "now let's get with it and stop playing games. I know Martin's wife has been kidnapped. I know who snatched her and where she is. I'm not sure why she was kidnapped, other than the fact that they think Martin is me. How is he holding up?"
Raitman's training enabled him to conceal his surprise. They hadn't let the story of the kidnapping out yet and how this man knew as much as he did was a mystery to the head of American Intelligence in Argentina.
"As well as can be expected, I suppose," Raitman answered truthfully. "He's pretty frantic. They were married the day before she disappeared, and that makes it tougher on him."
"Is he effective as an agent at this point?" David asked.
"That depends," Raitman replied. "Fill me in and I'll try to give you an objective opinion."
"I can't use him, anyway," David remarked, "but I want you to evaluate him carefully because it's going to get rough in the next few days. His wife is being held by a group who are planning to assassinate Juan Peron, and it's my job to stop them."
Raitman whistled as David carefully out-lined what he had discovered. David told him about Tuyo, the Hawk, the plan to kill Peron in Bariloche, and how and when he thought it was scheduled to be done. He went on to explain his penetration of the Tuyo organization and how he was worried that they might break his cover.
"What I need from you," David continued, "is a guarantee of non-interference and a team of three or four absolutely trustworthy men. I'd prefer natives, men who won't stand out in a crowd, if you know what I mean. They have to speak English, though, because my Spanish is almost non-existent."
"How about one man who is completely bilingual and two who speak only Spanish?" Raitman asked. "They're my best team. Absolutely reliable."
"Then they're the ones I need," David said with a smile. "The team is strictly back-up, to finish the job if I flub it. I'll keep them from the spotlight if I can."
"That would be appreciated," Raitman replied, sipping his Cinzano. "Are you going to fade out of Tuyo?"
"If I do, they'll be after me with everything they have," David said. "And they'd probably change their schedule. So far, I'm safe. If the going gets tough, I'll disappear."
"What about Mrs. Martin?"
"I wish I could answer that," David said honestly. "Has there been a ransom demand?"
"Negative," Raitman sighed, refilling his glass with the deep-red-colored Cinzano. "And that's what worries us."
"If they aren't holding her for money," David remarked with a frown creasing his forehead, "then they intend to use her."
"How?"
"Either to flush the Wolf," David replied thoughtfully, "or as a part of the assassination attempt. My guess would be the former. As far as I know, Tuyo still believes Peter Martin is the Wolf."
"Which brings us to a critical question," Rait man said, leaning across the table and speaking in a low voice. "How do I handle Peter Martin?"
David thought for a moment before replying, then out-lined a plan of action with several alternatives. Raitman listened attentatively, nodding his head several times and offering a suggestion here and there.
* * *
At the very same moment that this meeting was taking place in La Boca, another meeting was in progress in the office of Sergio Mora. Paul Fuentes, in charge of Tuyo's internal security in Buenos Aires, was under fire from his superior.
"What in the name of heaven took Yolanda so long to report?" Sergio demanded, evidencing his irritation by lighting one of the few cigars that he smoked each day. "Our Mr. Brockton meets the Wolf three days ago and Yolanda waits until this afternoon to report the meeting!"
"I've tried to explain, Mr. Mora," Raul said defensively. "Three days ago Yolanda was following my assignment to shadow Brockton. He met an American in a clothing store and subsequently had a cup of coffee with the man. Yolanda was close enough to hear their conversation in the store and it was definitely that of two strangers who had just met casually. She reported that the same evening, noting that she believed it to be a chance encounter. At that time, Yolanda did not know what the Wolf looked like. Yesterday you wanted her assigned to Peter Martin. She did not pick him up until almost noon today, and that was when she realized that Martin was the man Brockton had met in the store. She reported it immediately and I called you. It could be pure coincidence."
"Don't bet on it!" Mora snapped. "What's happened to our check on Brockton in the States?"
"The photo we took should have arrived in New York today," Fuentes replied. "With any luck, I'll receive a call from our man tonight."
"We will wait for that," Mora said slowly, "but regardless of the nature of that report, I feel we should exercise caution in just how far we commit Mr. Brockton at this point."
"I agree," Fuentes said, visibly relaxing as his superior's temper seemed to abate. .
"Raul, how far can we commit Yolanda? Will she kill?"
Fuentes stood and walked slowly across the room to the large picture window while he considered the question.
"Under the proper circumstances, yes," he replied thoughtfully. "She has killed once, but it was, in a manner of speaking, self-defense."
"Tell me about it," Mora said.
Raul Fuentes carefully related the story of how Yolanda had stabbed a member of a group that she was in charge of during a demonstration. The man had lost his rterve and panicked, threatening to ruin the entire demonstration, and in a scuffle Yolanda stabbed him in the neck with a knife.
"Good," Mora responded. "Put somebody else on tailing the Wolf and keep Yolanda free. We may need her in Bariloche to take care of Mrs. Martin."
"Then we won't be making the ransom demand?" Fuentes asked, turning to face his employer.
"No, Raul, we won't be making the ransom demand," Sergio replied.
"Does the Hawk know this?"
"Not yet," Sergio replied with a smile. "Always remember, Raul, we use the outsiders we bring in. We never allow them to use us. The ransom of Mrs. Martin is a very dangerous affair with a number of risks we do not need to take at this moment. It also appears to me that Mrs. Martin offers us an excellent opportunity. You note, Raul, that the American embassy has released nothing on Mrs. Martin's disappearance?"
"Not a thing, Mr. Mora," Raul commented. "It seems strange."
"Yes, it does," Sergio responded, leaning back in his chair. "And it tells us something. It tells us that they do not want any publicity about Mrs. Peter Martin. The girl's mother is a member of America's bleeding liberal set. According to wire service dispatches, Mrs. Caldwell made a speech yesterday at a women's club denouncing the recent death of Salvador Allende as part of a military plot to take over the world. What do you suppose the reaction would be if Mrs. Caldwell's daughter appeared to be behind the assassination of Juan Peron?"
"But she would, of course, deny it," Fuentes suggested.
"Not if she had an accident during the assassination," Sergio said with a hard smile creasing his lips. He leaned forward and spoke earnestly. "I want you to go to Bariloche. Take a good photographer to execute the Hawk's plan. I want a draft on the Bank of America signed by Mrs. Martin. I want the letter of credit she has in her purse, and I want all of the traveler's checks signed in her hand. This is what you are to tell the Hawk," he said softly, outlining in detail what Fuentes was to tell Ignacio Sandoval.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jenifer was so excited about being out of the house, even if for just a brief drive, that she ignored the physical discomfort of her sore rectum and vagina. The physical and emotional changes that had taken place in the nineteen year-old girl in the past four days left her in a state of utter confusion. She had mistaken Ignacio's suggestion that they take a drive this morning as a sign that he was beginning to care for her, not even suspecting that the telephone call that he had received early that morning had ordered him to get her out of the house for an hour to allow for the installation of the camera and lighting equipment in the chalet.
It was doubtful that Jenifer would have believed this, in any event. She had so completely given herself over to her physical desires that she believed she was in love. Instinct, however, cautioned her not to push the strange, intense man too quickly or she might lose him.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "stop here for a moment, please! Look, isn't that beautiful?"
They were at a high point on the road along the lake, perched on a cliff perhaps several hundred feet from the water. The lake was like a giant mirror, reflecting the bright-blue sky and the drifting puffs of clouds. Below them was a small peninsula with a huge old building nestled among the trees.
"That's Yao Yao," Ignacio said. "Playground of the rich. They charge sixty dollars a night just for a room in that trap. I imagine that's where all your lousy rich friends stay when they come here."
"Oh, Nacho," she said, using the Spanish nickname that he had taught her the night before, "I don't like the rich any more than you do. Money doesn't mean a thing to me."
"Prove it," he said sarcastically.
"How? I mean it, how?"
"You can start by signing off all those traveler's checks in your purse. I'll see that they go to deserving poor people. If you really mean it, that is."
Jenifer didn't hesitate a moment. She snapped open her purse, took out the books of traveler's checks, searched briefly for a pen, and began signing.
"There," she said when she finished. "Money won't buy happiness, Nacho. I know that."
"Where do you find happiness, Jenifer?" he asked, taking the books of checks from her.
"In ... in your penis," she giggled.
"My what?"
"Your ... your cock!" she said quickly. "Oh, please be patient with me. This is all so new and strange for me. I find happiness in your cock," she said happily, reaching over and placing her hand on his lap. "And I wish I had it in my cunt right now!"
"You're improving, Jenifer," Ignacio said, his balls tingling when he felt the beautiful young girl's fingers wrap around his prick. It almost seemed too bad to waste something like this, but Ignacio Sandoval knew that his rise to the top of his profession was the result of never allowing himself to become involved. He put the Fiat in gear and pulled back onto the road, driving slowly to eat up the time they needed at the chalet. Jenifer pulled close to him on the seat and continued stroking and caressing his hard cock with her hand as they drove along.
The sky had turned dark and a light snow had begun to fall by the time they arrived back at the chalet. Jenifer ducked her head and linked her arm in Ignacio's as they walked quickly down the path to the door. Their bodies welcomed the warmth inside the house and Jenifer begged Ignacio to light the fire in the living room. He agreed when he noticed that a fire had been laid and a row of floodlights had been installed along the ceiling above the fireplace. Ignacio wondered why they had chosen the living room instead of the bedroom. He understood when he saw the bottle of champagne and two glasses on the coffee table. A romantic setting would produce photos that would drive the girl's husband right up a wall!
"Take your clothes off, Jenifer," Ignacio commanded.
"Will you fuck me here in front of the fire?" she asked excitedly as she unhooked her skirt and let it drop to the floor.
"Why-not?" Ignacio laughed, slipping out of his slacks and sweater. "But not until after you learn to suck a cock." He had been waiting for this moment. The moment when she had become a willing partner who would satisfy his every desire. He wanted to see her lovely lips wrapped around his stiff prick and feel her young tongue caressing the blood-inflated head with tender ness. And what better moment than when she would be making her camera debut!
Jenifer's knees trembled when she heard what he wanted. This was the one thing she had prayed that he wouldn't demand! No matter how much she had changed, Jenifer still couldn't bring herself to see this as an act of love. It seemed so dirty! She admitted that she went wild when he did it to her, but somehow that was different. Yet she knew that she would have to go through with it or she would lose him completely-and he might tie her up again and force her to do it. She dropped her bra on the floor and turned to face the lean, hard, cruel man who excited her so.
Ignacio felt a strong stirring in his loins as he watched Jenifer's naked body come across the room. Her full, proud, pointed tits swayed gracefully as she moved. Her golden blonde hair flowed in the air, touching her shoulders as it fell to the middle of her back. The golden crest on her pussy seemed to glisten in the light of the fire. She was, without doubt, one of the most beautiful girls that the Hawk had ever seen!
"Kiss me," he commanded softly, without moving his body. He had positioned himself at a perfect angle for the cameras and he wanted to record Jenifer's complete and willing submission.
Jenifer gladly threw her arms around his neck and brought her full lips to his mouth. She crushed her nipples into his chest as she darted her probing tongue into his open mouth. A glow swept through her young body when she felt him respond by cupping the cheeks of her ass in his hands and press her hard against him.
"Now fall to your knees in front of me, Jenifer," Ignacio said firmly as their mouths parted. "It's time you showed me how much you like my cock."
"I love it!" Jenifer exclaimed.
"Then kneel and kiss it," he said, holding her with his piercing stare. "Lick it. Lick my balls. Suck it into your mouth and see if you can excite me. Now, Jenifer!"
Jenifer had to will herself to lower her body to a kneeling position before his lean, powerful frame. When she did, she found herself staring directly at his huge, thick penis. It was only partially erect and hung swaying freely from his groin. The odor was overpowering, a strong, pungent mixture of sweat, sex and urine. Reaching out slowly, she took his heavy meat in her small hand. If she could only convince him that she truly loved his penis without having to place it in her mouth!
"It's so beautiful," she said, holding it up in her hand. "I only wish I had it stuffed in my cunt right now!"
"You have to get it hard first," Ignacio replied calmly, "and I want you to do that with your lovely mouth, Jenifer. Lick it!"
She brought her face forward. The scent of sex assaulted her nostrils and raced through her young system to ignite a dozen fires. The contrast between the dark olive color of his prick and the creamy white tone of her hand seemed to excite the abducted girl even more. She studied the organ in her hand as if it were an idol. It was so thick that her fingers wouldn't meet when she tried to circle it with her hand. The thick veins that ran along the shaft were like ropes, twisted and knotted as they ran in irregular patterns along the length of his cock. The giant head was almost pink, and the ridge below it was a darker shade of the same color.
The memories of the fantastic pleasure that it had brought her overshadowed the pain that it had inflicted on her. Swallowing deeply and forcing her face forward, Jenifer brought her lips to the fleshy tip of his penis. She held it pressed to her mouth in a long, reverent kiss, then slowly slipped her tongue between her lips and touched it in a moist probe. The flavor was stronger, and much saltier, than she remembered. The thought of what she was doing flashed through her confused mind and she felt her stomach muscles spasm briefly.
"Lick it!" Ignacio snapped impatiently.
Jenifer knew that it was too late to turn back now. She didn't want to be tied up again, and she wanted to demonstrate to this man how much she had changed. Running her tongue out of her mouth, she began slowly licking the growing sex organ in her hand. She lapped down one side and back the other, planting small kisses all along the way. The beautiful girl was surprised at how excited the taste of his sex made her. As she licked, she felt a burning itch in her cunt and her nipples seemed to come alive with a strangely exciting tremble.
She reached up with her free hand and cupped his heavy balls in her palm, lifting them as she dropped her face and brought her tongue in contact with the wrinkled skin. His cock ran along her forehead as she began licking his balls and she could feel the blood pumping through the thick veins.
Ignacio stood perfectly still, staring down at the pretty teenager's face working at his crotch. Her blonde hair stood out sharply against his black pubic jungle and he knew that that would make a good photograph. He began to stop thinking about the cameras, however, when her tongue cruised over his nuts. The blood was racing into his fleshy throbbing cock and making it expand. The sight of her small hand holding his huge prick while she licked away as his balls made his heart pound in his temples.
"Kiss it!" he said sharply, anxious to see his meat spearing her innocent little face.
Jenifer knew that she had delayed the moment as long as she could. She gently let his balls drop and she brought her face up to his hard prick. The head was swollen and red now and his shaft was distended as it stuck almost straight out from his groin. Jenifer opened her mouth and brought her face forward to capture the huge bulb between her laving lips. There was a tear in the eye of his prick and she scooped that up on the tip of her tongue. It was salty, but the taste made the itch in her crotch burn even more. She opened her mouth wider and moved forward to bring his bloated weapon between her lips. It was so huge and so thick that the young beautiful girl had to stretch her jaws until they ached in order to get just the head between her teeth. It was all she could do to keep from gagging, but she forced herself with an iron will.
Ignacio's balls quivered when he looked down and saw his inflated cock sliding into the pretty girl's mouth. Her lips were turning white as they stretched tightly around his thick, lust-contorted prick. The muscles in her neck were rippling as her jaw strained to its limits to open wider than it ever had before. Her nostrils were flared wide to permit her to breathe as her mouth suddenly found itself completely filled with a hard, hotly pulsating live human snake. Her gorgeous blonde hair looked like a golden halo framing her pretty face. Ignacio lowdly jerked his hips and sent his cock another two inches in her mouth. He saw her cheeks puff out obscenely as he completely filled her small oral cavity. He had to fight back the urge to grab a handful of her hair and hold her head while he fucked her mouth until he dumped his load down her throat, but this had to look completely natural and willing on film.
"Take it all the way into your throat, Jenifer," he said softly. "That feels good. And when you have it good and hot, I'll ram it up your cunt and fuck you hard. Does that sound good? Suck it deep into your throat. That's it! Deeper! I want to feel your chin against my balls."
Before he spoke, Jenifer had been ready to give up. Her jaws ached and the comers of her tender mouth felt as if they were splitting apart as she stretched her lips to take him between them. She could hardly breathe, and her cheeks felt bruised. Her tongue was crushed beneath the weight of his hard prick, and even the roof of her mouth was chafed where his thick veins pounded against her tender inner skin.
Even as uncomfortable as she was, Jenifer was terribly excited! She could feel the moisture gathering on her pussy, drops of clear lubricant forming between the lips of her wanton cunt. When he told her that it felt good and promised to stuff her yearning hole, Jenifer's pulse quickened. She knew that he had turned her into a sensuous animal, but she didn't care. Her physi cal needs were the only thing that mattered to her at this point, that and pleasing this man who excited her and pleased her as she had never dreamed possible in her sheltered life. She tilted her head back, like she had seen a sword swallower in a circus do, and forced her mouth up his shaft. She felt the head of his lust-filled cock lodge in her throat, but she continued pushing upward. It was almost a superhuman effort for the inexperienced girl, but she managed to suck all of his long, thick penis into her throat. Her pert little nose was now buried in his coarse, matted pubic hair at the base of his magnificent weapon.
Ignacio's balls began to rumble as the young girl reached up and began caressing them with her anxious hands. Few girls had ever been able to get his entire prick into their mouths, but this beautiful little creature had jammed it into her throat to the hilt!
"Move your mouth up and down my cock," he said huskily as he fought for control. "Pretend it's in your cunt. That's what sucking cock should be, just like fucking."
He felt sweat began rolling down his body as he watched the willing teenager begin sliding his prick in and out of her warmly titillating mouth. He could feel every inch of her wet mouth wrapped around his painfully throbbing organ, her tongue darting into the eye of his penis each time she brought it to her lips, her warm breath escaping from her flared nostrils blowing against the surging shaft, and Ignacio was tempted to let it explode in her throat. The very thought of sending his searing hot cream down her tender throat made his balls ache, but he worried about getting hard again to fuck her for the cameras. Ignacio couldn't remember having so much sex in such a short period in his life! He would wait and let her drain his nuts in her throat later, after he fucked her for the photos.
"How is your little cunt?" he gasped, reaching down to pull his prick free of her maddening mouth before he exploded in her throat. "You've got me hot!"
"Did I suck your cock right?" she asked, filling her lungs with air and wiggling her aching jaw.
"You have the makings of a great cocksucker, Jenifer," Ignacio said with a laugh. "Are you ready to be fucked?"
"Will you vibrate me first?" she asked.
"Get the vibrator," he said, smiling as he watched her jump up and run with her tits bouncing freely. She came running back down the stairs with a happy smile, holding the foot-long vibrator in her hand.
"Climb on the couch and vibrate yourself while I watch," Ignacio commanded, leading her by the hand to the sofa directly in front of the fireplace. "I want to see you play with yourself."
Jenifer blushed, but she didn't hesitate a moment. She spread her legs wide apart and flipped the button on the vibrator. Using one hand to spread the lips of her vulva, she brought the tip of the humming plastic device against her quivering clitoris.
"Oooooh! God, that's good!" she gasped, holding it steady on her sensitive bud and allowing the exciting impulses to flow through her system. Her hips began to rotate as she became more and more excited.
Ignacio stood clear of the cameras, stroking his cock as he watched the beautiful captive play with herself. He could hardly believe what a completely physical person she had become!
"Get the inside of your cunt ready for me," he said softly. "Ram that thing deep into your twat."
Unashamedly, Jenifer brought the tip of the plastic vibrator to the entrance of her vagina. Shifting her hips, she raised her crotch and began forcing the penis-shaped vibrator up into her body. It hurt a little at first, but soon her cunt became accustomed to the humming instrument and she managed to insert it to the very hilt in her fluid-oozing vagina.
"Fuck yourself with it," Ignacio said, becoming impatient to ram his cock into her, but wanting this recorded on film for her husband.
Jenifer grasped the base of the vibrator with her fingers and began sliding it in and out of her voracious hot cunt. The electric impulses were radiating to every nerve center in her body now and she quickened her strokes as she became hotter and hotter.
"Please, Nacho," she gasped, "fuck me. Shove your cock in my cunt. I'm going crazy! Oh, please, fuck me!"
Ignacio couldn't wait a moment longer! He approached the couch and knelt between her widespread thighs. He almost exploded when she pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and brought it up to massage his rigid prick. She was pulling on his cock with one hand and vibrating it with the other and his balls roared like thunder.
"OH, FUCK ME! PLEASE, FUCK ME, NACHO DARLING! SHOVE IT IN ME!" she chanted as she pulled his huge throbbing cock toward her burning crotch. It felt so good, so natural, so uninhibited, to say what she wanted! Jenifer wondered why people refused to talk naturally. She knew that she never would again! She guided the lust-swollen head of his prick to her heated womanhood, placing the vibrator on his balls as she pulled him into her body.
"Aaaarrrgghh!" she groaned when he thrust hard with his powerful hips and shot his prick to the very depths of her cunt. It seemed that no matter how many times she took him in her body, it still hurt at first. She held herself absolutely still until the pain faded and the glorious feeling of being completely stuffed swept through her body. Jenifer smiled when she realized that she didn't feel complete until her vagina was filled with a living, pulsing organ. It was so satisfying, so absolutely luxurious to have her vagina stuffed with this exciting organ! Jenifer wondered how she had lived without it for so many years!
"Oh, God, that's so good!" she moaned, rotating her hips slowly to feel the swollen head of his prick press against her cervix. She reached beneath her ass and brought the humming vibrator up against his heavy balls.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed with delight when the vibrator on his balls caused his hips to jerk up and down in rapid spasms and sent his bludgeoning cock raging in and out of her spasming vagina. She grasped the vibrator with a tight grip and threw her legs around his waist to ride his surging rod.
Ignacio hoped that the cameras were clicking in rapid succession because' he knew that he wouldn't be able to last long enveloped like that with the wanton bitch. She was clinging to him, countering his every stroke with a maddening grinding of her hips, contracting her vaginal muscles to grasp his tormented prick in a hot, milking grip. And that vibrator! It was humming against his balls until he thought he would explode! Ignacio realized that for one of the rare times in his life he had lost control of a girl. She had become the aggressor. She was the one demanding to be satisfied. She was using him!
His body became tense and cold as the thought grew in his mind. He was letting a spoiled rich American bitch use his cock to satisfy her lust! He remembered the petroleum engineer's wife and how she had insisted on bathing him when he was young, using a washrag on his penis until she had him hard and then pretending not to notice while she masturbated him. The lust in her eyes when she rushed from the room to play with herself afterward. He had followed her one day and peeked through the door to her bedroom to see her pull her panties down and begin massaging her cunt with her busy fingers. They all tried to use him!
The girl in high school. She wanted him to suck her tits until she came, but wouldn't let him touch her cunt. And she refused to touch his cock. She even said that it was dirty! When he raped her in her car, he took her cruelly and made her bleed to pay her back for using him.
And now this blonde bitch thought that she could use him!
"Fuck me, Nacho!" Jenifer gasped. "What's the matter?"
"Turn over," he snapped, pulling his rigid prick from her hot pussy. "I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never forget! Ram that vibrator up your cunt!" he commanded, pulling her into a kneeling position with her ass humped high in the air. "Shove it up your cunt, I said!"
Jenifer was frightened. The tone of his voice was hard, cold and cruel. She was suddenly very afraid of him, but she didn't know why. And she reasoned that he had brought her the greatest happiness of her life, so why should she suddenly be afraid of him? She reached down and brought the vibrator up to her crotch. Lodging it in the entrance to her vagina, she pushed it up inside her body. Once again her body responded with a warmth spreading through her system the moment that she felt her cunt filled with the moving object.
Ignacio's rage consumed him as he pulled himself up behind her on his knees and spread the cheeks of her creamy white ass with his fingers. Her asshole was a bright pink from having the vibrator in her for hours the day before and the sight of the puckered flower excited him. He took his prick in his hand and guided its thick length to the elastic ring of her anus. His prick was dripping wet from her steaming cunt and that was all the lubricant he intended to use. He would show her that she couldn't use his body like one would use the body of a slave!
He pressed forward with his hips until the swollen head of his cock was lodged tightly against her anus. Then he placed his strong hands on her waist and gripped her body tightly.
"Does that feel good in your cunt?" he asked, smiling obscenely.
"Oh, God, yes!" she whimpered, moving her hand up and down to fuck herself with the long instrument.
"Then let's see how you like this!" he growled, ramming into her ass with all of his strength.
"AAAUUURRRRGGGHHH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. The pain swept through her entire system in an instant. It felt like he had lunged a knife up her ass and was twisting it to tear her rectum apart. The pain was so intense that Jenifer had to fight to remain conscious. Her body fell forward in an attempt to get away from that monstrous thing that was torturing her, but he followed her, shoving and lunging and thrusting until his prick was buried to the hilt in her asshole.
"PLEEEASE!" she cried, biting her lip as tears flowed in rivers down her cheeks. "I CAN'T STAND IT! GOD, STOP! NO, PLEEEEASE! NO! OH, MY GOD, NO! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEE!"
Ignacio smiled and braced his feet on the arm of the sofa. He lunged and sent his prick deep into her bowels. It was tight, so tight that it almost hurt his ramming cock, but he drove into her with long hard thrusts. He felt his balls slap against her hand holding the vibrator inside her cunt. She had fallen on the hand and the vibrator was rammed all the way up her. Its electric impulses coursed through the wall of membranes separating her two canals and caressed his raging prick, doubling his excitement and making him drive his huge organ in and out of her bowels mercilessly.
Jenifer lost consciousness for a moment, then somehow managed to fight her way back to reality. The pain was still unbearable, but a new sensation was beginning to fight for recognition in her tortured body. It was the intense excitement of being stuffed in both places at the same time! She could hardly believe that she could become stimulated when she was in such extreme pain, but it was happening! She could feel it in her nipples as they pressed against the material of the sofa. She could feel it in her spasming clitoris that seemed to be burning like a torch!
"Now for a good hot enema!" Ignacio grunted as he rutted into her ass with every ounce of his being. His balls were heavy and rumbling and his heart was beating wildly in his ears. Her tight asshole was gripping and pulling at his cock like a hungry calf feeding on its mother.
This will show the spoiled bitch, he said to himself as he dug his huge prick into her bowels and rotated his hips. She'll never try to use a man again!
Jenifer felt his penis swell inside her rectum. She recognized the signal and knew what was coming. And she was ready! She was so hot that she thought her body would melt!
"Aaaaaaaiieeee!" she screamed when the first hot jet of his sperm raced into her bowels and splashed along the ravaged canal. She leaned down, riding the humming vibrator as firecrackers exploded throughout her body. She managed to free her hand and she grabbed his swaying, slapping balls and began squeezing them to pump every drop of his searing juice into her bowels. It was at that moment that Jenifer Martin lost consciousness.
She came to and found her tormentor kneeling over her, holding his partially erect penis in her face. The odor made her gag. It was covered with streaks of blood, spots of excrement, and a coat of drying sperm.
"Now lick it nice and clean, you bitch!" Ignacio said with a lewd laugh.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Three shots rang out in rapid succession as David Foster alighted from the taxi at the curb in front of the park across from Sergio Mora's office. David saw people on the street run for cover. It all happened in an instant, but David Foster had trained himself to react quickly. He heard the glass shatter on the car door and the thunder of a revolver was ringing in his ears as he propelled himself into the front seat.
"Get the hell out of here!" David snapped at the driver. When the driver failed to respond and didn't move, David realized that he was dead. Blood was seeping slowly out of a hole in the man's neck. David was trying to calculate his chances when the burst from an automatic rifle shattered the rear window of the 1956 Mercedes Benz, which was the most popular car used for taxis in Buenos Aires. Christ, David cursed to himself, they're putting heavy artillery on me! He pulled the driver's lifeless form across the seat and managed to keep himself below the window line as he slid into the driver's seat.
David's experience told him that if he brought his head up, he was dead. He pushed the clutch in with his hand and used his other hand to jerk the car in gear. Letting the clutch off, he shoved the accelerator to the floor. The car leapt away from the curb and shot down the street. He counted on the shooting to have cleared traffic and he kept down until he felt that he was several hundred yards away from the curb. Then he pulled himself upright and began driving for his life.
A glance in the rear-view mirror told him that he wasn't alone. A green Fiat 1600 was following him down the middle of the street with a man leaning out of the passenger side with an automatic rifle sending bursts at the fleeing Mercedes. David put the Mercedes in third gear and floored it, winding through increasing traffic. He made two sharp turns, upsetting a woman with a bag of groceries on the last one, and managed to gain a little ground on the Fiat. He shot through two red lights and skidded into a narrow alley to race two blocks and make a screeching turn into the heavy traffic on Avenida de Mayo.
They've got every advantage, David mused to himself as he crowded two cars out and made a racing turn on the wide 9 de Julio Boulevard. I'm in a tired old cab and they've got a fast car. They know the city and I haven't got the faintest idea where I am! He pushed the accelerator to the floor when he saw the green Fiat turn onto the boulevard two blocks behind him. David drove seventy miles an hour along the crowded street, missing cars and pedestrians by inches. He shot through a large intersection just as the cross traffic began, smiling to himself when he saw the Fiat stopped by a wall of busses crossing the boulevard.
David pulled off the wide boulevard and raced along a series of streets to the docks along the Platte River. He hadn't seen the Fiat for some time and he knew that his only chance was to ditch the Mercedes and disappear. He saw two large trucks parked parallel to the street waiting for loads from the dock and he pulled between them and stopped the car. It will be some time before they find the Mercedes, he said to himself as he stepped out and hailed a passing taxi.
"Aeroparque," David told the driver, indicating he wanted to go to the metropolitan airport. He glanced out the window and was relieved to find no sight of the green Fiat. David knew that this was only a temporary respite. He had no doubt about who had tried to waste him. The only people who knew where he would be that morning were those from the Tuyo organization. The fact that they were so open in their attempt meant that they wanted him badly. But why in front of their own headquarters? Then David remembered that the American Ambassador's home was almost next door. He whistled softly, wondering just how far they had been able to penetrate his cover. They would be after him with everything they had. How long would it take them to cover the airport? He had one advantage in that they didn't know that he had already been to Bariloche, so David decided to take a chance. He knew that within an hour or two Sergio Mora would have every exit from Buenos Aires covered. Maybe he could get out under the wire.
The one thing that David Foster was positive of was that it was going to be heavy traffic from here on, a hit-and-run battle of wits and a race against time.
As usual, Aeroparque was jammed with people. David thanked providence for that as he melted into the crowd and made his way to the nearest ticket counter. The girl in the green-and-white uniform at Austral Airlines informed him that they had one cancellation on the next flight to Bariloche leaving in thirty minutes. David purchased his ticket and made his way through the crowded lobby to a public phone.
"What?" Carl Raitman said as David at the other end of the line quickly explained what had happened.
"No questions, Carl," David continued. "They've evidently blown my cover sky high. I'm headed for the mountains in twenty minutes. Have Patricio put the team into action this afternoon. A raid on Mora's office may convince them that I'm still in town. Then have the team meet me down south. Name a place."
"How about the airport?" Raitman asked, thinking quickly.
"No good," David replied. "They'll have that covered. In town."
"There's a restaurant called 'La Fiambre' about two blocks from the plaza. Say at noon?"
"Right," David said, memorizing the name of the contact spot. "Keep Peter Martin away from the mountains. The air may be heavy up there for the next couple of days. And can you arrange for a fast car for me at the airport? This is no time to be cruising around in a four-cylinder kiddie car."
"Can do," Raitman replied with a laugh. "There will be a white Mercedes parked at the curb in front of the airport when you arrive. The keys will be above the visor. Need any artillery?"
"Everything you can jam in it," David's voice responded. "And be sure the insurance is up to date. You may not get it back in one piece. Gotta run, Carl."
Carl Raitman barely had time to wish David good luck before the receiver went dead in his ear. He buzzed his secretary and had her get their man in Bariloche on the phone immediately, then he asked her to send Peter Martin into his office. When he hung up on his call to Bariloche, Raitman looked up to see his secretary enter his office.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Raitman," the secretary said, "but I can't find Mr. Martin. He was here just a few minutes ago. A man arrived with a large manila envelope for him and he came out to meet the man in the reception area. He returned to his office, but his secretary said he only stayed there for a few minutes and left again."
"Well, where in the hell did he go?" Raitman asked.
"I don't know, sir," the girl replied nervously.
"Didn't his secretary have any idea?"
"No, sir. All she said was that he seemed highly agitated when he left the office. He was carrying the manila envelope with him."
"Did you call the guard at the entrance?" Raitman asked, his irritation obvious in the tone of his voice.
"Yes, sir, and he hasn't left the building yet. I told the guard to advise Mr. Martin that you wanted to see him immediately."
"Good, Mary," Raitman replied, relaxing. "Things may be breaking fast in the next couple of days. Put the entire staff on alert."
"Should I advise the Ambassador, sir?"
"Not yet," Raitman sighed. "If we're lucky, he may never have to know anything about all of this. Find Patricio and get him up here immediately."
Two hours later, Carl Raitman's concern deepened considerably. He was on his way to lunch when his secretary stopped him.
"I thought you'd want to know, sir," she said, pulling him to a comer behind her desk in the reception area. "The guard just called and reported that Mr. Martin left the embassy five minutes ago. The guard gave him your message, but Mr. Martin ignored him. The guard said Mr. Martin seemed to be very preoccupied."
"Try the hotel," Raitman sighed. "I'll be at the confiteria around the comer."
* * *
At the same moment that Carl Raitman entered the confiteria for lunch, David Foster opened the door of the white Mercedes parked in front of the small Bariloche airport. He slid behind the wheel and gratefully closed the door behind him. The skies above the mountain resort were a dark-steel gray and a light snow was falling. David was half frozen from just the walk from the jet to the terminal and from the terminal to the car. Making a mental note to pick up some warm clothes in town, he reached above the visor and found the keys. He also found a set of house keys and a map marked with a red pen. Thanks Carl, he said to himself, you think of everything. He opened the glove compartment and found two fully loaded automatics. Choosing the smaller of the two, he closed the glove compartment and studied the map for a moment before starting the powerful car and pulling away from the curb. A glance in the rear-view mirror told him that he wasn't being followed, and David wondered how long his luck would last.
Thirty minutes later, David Foster let himself into a small, solidly built house sitting alone on a street at the edge of the Swiss mountain village of Bariloche. The house was on the last street climbing the mountain away from the lake and had an excellent view of the surrounding area. David didn't take time to admire the view. He went to the closet in the bedroom and found several complete winter wardrobes arranged neatly on hangers. The clothes were a size too small, but he managed to squeeze into a pair of stretch ski pants, a heavy turtleneck sweater and a quilted wind jacket.
David immediately returned to the car. He knew, that he had to make the most of his advantage that Tuyo didn't know that he was there. The Hawk will waste the Martin girl the minute he finds out that Peter Martin isn't the Wolf and that I'm loose, he thought to himself as he guided the Mercedes down the snow-covered streets. He may already have guessed that Martin isn't the Wolf, David thought, and he may already have wasted the girl, but if she's still alive I have to split her from the bastard.
When David recognized the small Fiat entering Bariloche from the Yao Yao road, he couldn't believe his luck. I should be in Las Vegas today, he said to himself, pulling the Mercedes quickly into a side street to let the Fiat pass. The Hawk is coming to town for something, and that means that the Martin girl may be alone at the chalet. As soon as the Fiat passed on the street below, David wheeled the Mercedes around and headed for the chalet.
The house was dark when David parked behind the hedge on the road above. Pulling the collar of his jacket up, he ran down the footpath and crossed quickly to the house. David went directly to the front door. He had no idea how long Sandoval would be in town and he knew that he had to hurry. The door was locked, but David managed to click the tumblers with the locksmith tools that were as much a part of his equipment as his gun. He entered the chalet with his automatic in his hand, moving as quietly as he could. He had no idea if the Hawk was alone, or if there were a group of strongmen waiting inside.
The house was deadly quiet. David glanced in the living room, then flattened himself against the wall and made his way silently up the short stairs. The door to the bedroom was locked, but the key was still in the door. He turned it quietly and opened the door. David's heart caught in his throat as his eyes were greeted with the sight of the naked body of a beautiful young blonde stretched out on the bed. Her eyes were closed and she didn't move. David was certain that the Hawk had liquidated Jenifer Martin until he saw her chest rise and fall with a deep breath. And what a chest, he said to himself admiring her full, pointed tits!
David walked quickly to the bed and took the naked girl's pulse. It was slow but steady. He saw a hypodermic syringe on the nightstand and realized that the girl had been drugged. That meant that the Hawk was ready to make a move.
Working rapidly and efficiently, David placed a piece of paper and a coat hanger on the bedroom side of the door. He knew that the Hawk wouldn't buy that the girl had escaped, but it would leave some doubt in his mind. The drug might not have taken effect, or she might have come out of it and pushed the key out of the lock to pull it under the door. The front door would take care of itself. She could have opened it without a key from the inside. He wrapped the nude girl's body in the bedspread and placed her over his shoulder. Taking a quick last look around the room, David adjusted the girl's weight on his shoulder and made his way down the stairs and out into the falling snow.
Carrying Jenifer up the steep path to the road made David's breath rasp in his throat and his muscles ache. He opened the back door of the Mercedes and placed the girl on the back seat. A car passed as David was sliding behind the wheel and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it wasn't the Fiat.
The snow was becoming heavier and David had to drive slowly. His nerves tensed with each approaching car, but there was no sign of the Hawk or the Fiat. He drove slowly through the city. Some of the merchants had turned on their lights. David's eyes darted up and down each cross street, but he saw no sign of the Fiat. He pulled to the curb on a deserted street and watched to make sure that he wasn't being followed. A glance at the rear seat indicated to him that the girl was still unconscious. The blanket had come loose and David saw her gold-crested pubic mound. The pink lips of her young vulva were plainly visible beneath to the silken pubic hair. She's certainly a good looking piece, he thought to himself as he pulled away from the curb and headed for the house.
The phone rang just as David placed Jenifer's unconscious body on the bed in the small house. David picked it up without saying a word.
"Raitman here," the voice said. "Team hit. Three minor leaguers picked up. Big ones had already left for Mar de Plata on the coast. Here's something for you. Checked phone company and one call was made to your area this morning at nine a.m. Nothing since. Team will be there at noon. Anything for us?"
"Girl safe," David replied, hanging up right afterward. If Raitman wasn't taking chances on line being tapped, neither would he.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
David's hands were numb and his cheeks were red and stinging by the time he arrived back at the house after returning to the chalet. It had been a wild gamble, but one he had to take. If the Hawk hadn't heard from Buenos Aires since nine in the morning, there was an excellent chance that he hadn't yet been advised of the action in Buenos Aires. The attempt on David's life had taken place at nine fifteen, so the Hawk might very well be in the dark. And David wanted to keep him that way. He had driven to the chalet and cut the telephone wires to the Hawk's hideout. Rather than sever the wire, David had disconnected the junction at the pole on the road to make it more difficult to detect. But that had required fifteen minutes on the pole in a hardfalling snow and his hands and face were almost frozen.
He bolted the door, slipped out of his jacket, checked on Jenifer and found her still sleeping soundly on the bed, then went to the kitchen and ran cold water on his hands and face. He knew the danger of using hot water on possible frost bite and he added it very slowly until the water in the sink was luke warm. Gradually, the feeling returned to his frozen flesh and he again thanked the incredible streak of luck that seemed to be running with him that day. He searched through the kitchen cabinets and found a half-filled bottle of brandy. The amber liquid warmed his system and made him feel human again.
Now it's the waiting game, he said to himself. If the Hawk didn't know he was here, and if he had only some reasonable doubt that Jenifer somehow had managed to escape, the Hawk might well stick to his schedule for the assassination. And if he did, David knew that he could stop him. The worst thing would be a change of schedule, which meant that David and Jenifer had to stay out of sight.
When David walked into the bedroom, Jenifer turned her head slowly toward him and opened her eyes. She was stark naked. The bedspread had fallen to the floor and the girl was laying bare on top of the covers. David's breath caught in his throat as he admired the beauty of her sensuous body. Her tits stood straight up, pointed at the ceiling, and her luscious thighs were spread just enough to give him a clear view of her pussy.
"Who ... who are you?" she said softly, obviously struggling through the misty veil of the drug.
"A friend," David said with a smile. "How do you feel?"
"Okay, I guess. Drugged, maybe. Where's Nacho?"
"I took you away from him," David said gently, sitting on the edge of the bed, uncomfortably near her voluptuous body. "He was going to kill you."
"He damned near did!" she replied. "He taught me some of the most fantastic things about my body, then got mad when I learned to like sex. He is a filthy beast, but ... but I have to go back to him. Where are we?"
"Bariloche."
"In the mountains?" she asked, fighting to keep her eyes open. "Yes."
"I've got to go back to him. My cunt aches. Oh, God, am I dizzy!" she said as she tried to pull herself up and finally collapsed in David's arms.
"Did he hurt you?" David asked, squirming a little to relieve the irritating itch in his groin when he felt the girl's firm tit resting on his arm.
"Yes," she said softly. "He made my cunt, my ass, and my mouth ache, but he also gave me the only excitement and pleasure I've ever had in my life. Don't you understand? For nineteen years I have been a big nothing. Nacho made me a woman, showed how great sex was. That's why I have to go back!"
Jenifer looked directly into David's eyes with her last statement, her voice shaky but pleading.
"Look, Jenifer," David said softly, "you can't go back. Nacho is a dangerous killer on a desperate mission. He means to kill you. Why did he drug you?"
"Why did he drug me?" Jenifer said, repeating the question as she struggled for an answer. "I ... I don't know. Are you sure he means to kill me?"
"Positive."
"If he's a dangerous killer," she said, pulling herself erect and staring into David's eyes, "who are you?"
"A dangerous killer," David replied with a broad smile. "Only I'm on your side."
"What side?" Jenifer cried. "I don't have a side! For Christ's sake, won't you tell me what's going on?"
David found his closeness to the lovely naked teenager terribly unnerving as he held her and explained in the most general terms what was taking place. He gave her a sketch of Sandoval's background and felt her shudder.
"I wish he had killed me," she sighed, pushing away from David and falling back on the bed. "He turned me into a lust-filled animal, and now I can't have him! I wish I were dead!" she said, sobbing.
David shifted position to conceal his hard-on. "He isn't the only man in the world, Jenifer," he said, placing his hand on her naked arm. "There are plenty of men who can make you happy in this world. Have you forgotten about your husband?"
"To hell with Peter!" she cried. "He's the prude of prudes. I never would have married him if he wasn't. But that was the old me. Peter would never touch me after what Nacho did to me. Why did you have to rescue me? What are you, some kind of Boy Scout? Oh, I wish I were dead!"
"Stop saying that, damn it!" David snapped. "I rescued you because you were going to be killed. Can't you get that through your thick skull?"
"And doomed me to a life worse than death!" she cried, reaching up and pounding her fist on his chest. She suddenly lost control of herself and attacked David with both hands.
David struggled with her, briefly, then grabbed her wrists and forced her back on the bed. Her anger emphasized her beauty. Her blue eyes sparkled and her pearly white teeth flashed. Her soft, golden blonde hair seemed like spun silk as it flowed through the air. The itch in David's groin had grown to a burning fire. He leaned down, holding her arms pinned to the mattress above her head, and brought his mouth to hers.
"What are you doing!" she snapped.
"I'm going to show you that I can make you as happy as your killer did," David said just before he pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth was open to reply and David darted his tongue inside to sip of her sweetness. She struggled against him and finally managed to push him away.
"Stop it!" she cried. "I don't want you! I'm no cheap whore!"
"You're probably not good enough to be a whore, Jenifer," David taunted as he pulled himself off the bed and began stripping.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. "I don't want you ... whatever your name is. I mean it! I'm not a whore, damn it!"
"Having two men fuck you in nineteen years hardly makes you a whore," David laughed, pulling off his undershorts and letting his aching prick spring free.
"Don't touch me!" Jenifer screamed, trying to pull herself off the bed. She found that she was weak and that her muscles didn't respond properly. Collapsing to a sitting position, she began sobbing. She was confused. What she had done with Nacho was one thing, but letting another strange man take her body made her a cheap whore in her mind. The frightened girl shuddered when she felt David's hand touch her shoulder. She lashed out blindly, bringing the back of her hand across his face in a hard slap. "Leave me alone!"
David's reaction was automatic and swift. He slapped her cheek hard and grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back.
"You bastard!" she spit at him.
Before she could move, David's naked body was on top of her. He dropped his hand between her shapely legs and began rubbing her entire pubic mound firmly. She lashed out at him with her nails and raked his shoulder as he brought his mouth to one of her firm, luscious tits and sucked her nipple between his teeth.
"Stop it!" she cried desperately. "I don't want you! Stop it!"
David ignored her, rubbing her pussy and nibbling on her nipple while she beat her fist against his back. He could hardly believe the body of this beautiful girl! Her tits were as firm as rocks and her flesh was as smooth as satin. He dipped his finger into her slit, holding her tightly as she tried to squirm away from him. He massaged her cunt, then brought the tip of his finger up to her clitoris and began rubbing the sensitive bud.
Jenifer was beside herself! She didn't want this! She didn't want a complete stranger to make love to her! It made her a common tart, the kind that walked the streets begging to be laid by the first man who came along. She couldn't stand that! Yet her vagina ached to have something in it, something live and probing! And the familiar sensation was beginning to sweep through her system. His finger was starting a fire in her crotch. And his mouth! His lips and teeth on her nipple were driving her wild!
Without ceasing her struggle against him, she opened her eyes and looked at the strange man. He certainly wasn't handsome! Yet she had to admit that he was better looking than Nacho. His face was sharp and hard, yet he lacked the cruel eyes Nacho had. He reminded Jenifer of someone she had seen in the movies. James something.
She felt her nipple become erect beneath his hungry lips and she knew that her juices were beginning to flow in her pussy. But she wouldn't give in to him. She couldn't!
David knew that she was becoming excited when he felt the moisture begin to gather in her cunt. He also knew that he would have to get her so hot that she wouldn't be able to stand it before she would stop fighting him. He began sliding down her body, reluctantly releasing her delicious tit as he brought his face to her pubic mound. The odor of her sex was strong. It excited him as he pulled the lips of her cunt open and slipped his tongue down into her slit.
"Don't!" she cried, trying to squirm out from beneath him. "Oh, please don't! No! Oh, God! Oh, ooooohhhhhh!" Her protest changed to a low animal moan when she felt the tip of his tongue flicking against her erect clitoris. Tears welled in her eyes as she cursed the weakness of her body. The fire raced from her sensitive bud into her veins and made her pulse quicken. She felt her skin flush and the muscles in her thighs quiver as his tongue imposed its sweet torture. She sighed deeply when she felt her will to resist evaporate in the heat of the familiar excitement that was raging through her body. Against her will, her muscles began to relax. She stopped beating on his back.
"Aaaaaahhhh! God, that's good!" she gasped when he flattened his tongue and began lapping her entire slit rapidly.
David couldn't remember being this excited. The salty, strong flavor on her sex was like an intoxicating liquor in his system. His penis was surging, aching, demanding relief, but he wanted to show this young girl that she could blow her mind with other men and not just the Hawk. He smiled to himself when he admitted that there was an element of competition involved. The Wolf and the Hawk had been competitors in their dangerous profession before. Why not in cunt? He would make this gorgeous blonde forget the Hawk-and then he would kill the Hawk!
Without withdrawing his mouth from her pussy, David pulled his body up and straddled her voluptuous young body so that his cock was directly above her pretty face. Then he began nibbling gently on her hard clitoris with his teeth, smiling to himself when her hips began jerking and grinding beneath his attack.
Jenifer gasped when she experienced a small climax and continued climbing the mountain of passion beneath his hungry mouth. She opened her eyes and found herself staring straight up at his rigid prick and hairy balls. She could hardly believe what she saw and she reached up with her hand to grasp the hard member poised above her face. This man's penis was different from Nacho's! It was shorter and not as thick. So all men weren't created equal, Jenifer said to herself. Would this one hurt like Nacho's? Jenifer was sure that it wouldn't, but would it give her the same intense pleasure?
She felt her body quake as his nibbling became more demanding on her sensitive clitoris. She pulled on his prick and brought it down to her lips. Two can play the same game, she said to herself as she opened her mouth and darted her tongue into the hole at the tip of his organ. She could feel the blood pumping through the length of his penis as she guided it between her teeth and sucked it into her mouth. Jenifer found that she still had to stretch her mouth to bring the full length of his shaft inside, but not to the point that made her jaws ache! She reached up and began caressing his balls while she ran her mouth up and down his pulsing shaft. Even the taste of his sex was different. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick and started sucking. Every time the head of his cock brushed against her throat, Jenifer's entire body quivered.
David couldn't remember having a girl suck his cock with such enthusiasm! And those hands of hers on my balls, he said to himself as he felt a thundering roar begin in his groin! Continuing his licking and chewing on her quivering clitoris, David slipped his finger into her cunt and began sliding it in and out of her warm depth. Her hips seemed to go out of control, jerking and rotating against the mattress with abandon.
"OH, MY GOD! FUCK ME!" she gasped as she pulled her mouth free of his prick. Her cunt was a raging forest fire of desire and she had to feel him inside her. "FUCK ME!" she cried when he kept running his finger in and out of her steaming vagina. "SHOVE YOUR COCK UP ME!"
David loved to hear a girl talk so uninhibitedly. Jenifer was one of the rare natural women he had met. Had the Hawk done this to her? he asked himself. He pulled his body up and turned around. Gazing down at her magnificent body, David actually envied Peter Martin. From Carl Raitman's remarks, David knew that she wasn't only beautiful but very rich. Would any man in his right mind walk away from something like this just because another man had managed to dip his cock into her?
"Oh, please!" Jenifer begged. "Please ram your cock up me! Fuck me, please! I'm on fire and I want to feel my cunt stuffed! Now, please!" She reached out and took his prick in her hand, pulling it hard as she guided its hotly throbbing erectness to her crotch.
David felt her lodge the shaft in the entrance to her vagina with her hand. He braced himself on his knees and thrust hard, sending his pulsing rod ripping into her steaming, wet cunt. Then he fell forward, completely covering her gorgeous body, as his hips began jerking up and down. He felt her vaginal muscles expand and contract around his lust-filled organ, milking him as he stroked in and out of her body. His balls began slapping loudly against the firm cheeks of her young ass and he could feel her nipples burning into his chest like hot coals. He held her face in his hands and crushed his lips against hers, slithering his tongue deep into her mouth as he increased the length of his strokes and dug his blood-inflated cock deep into her unsatisfiable cunt.
Jenifer's arms flew around David's neck. Her tongue met his as she ground her hips beneath him and crushed the hotly throbbing erectness of her clitoris against his pelvis. She threw her legs into the air and locked her ankles behind his waist, digging her heels into his buttocks like spurs.
"Faster! Oh, yes, faster! Fuck me faster! Give it to me!" she chanted between kisses. "Harder. Fill my cunt with your sperm! Harder! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee! That's it! Oh, my God, that's it. Harder! Shove it up me! Oh, ooh, ooooh, yes! Oh, yes, now! Now! AAAiiiiieeeeeeee!"
David felt his balls explode and the hot jets of sperm began racing along his painfully throbbing shaft. And then he gasped aloud when it felt as if his prick were caught in a vise of flesh. She contracted her cuntal muscles and squeezed his spurting penis with a sweet pain that drained his balls until his anus contracted from the strain.
Jenifer clung to him fiercely when he tried to withdraw, holding his waist in a tight scissors grip and wrapping her arms around his neck as tight as she could. All thoughts of Nacho were gone from her mind now. He had never made her come quite like this! And this man's cock didn't hurt her! It was as if it had been created for her cunt-the absolute perfect fit! I
"What's your name?" she whispered in his ear, clinging to him tightly.
"Why?" David laughed.
"Because I think I've fallen in love with you," she sighed.
"In love with me or my prick?" David teased.
"You are your prick, silly. Just as I am my cunt. That's all we are. The rest is phony. Everything we do is aimed toward our pricks and cunts. If you don't tell me your name, I'll call you Prick."
"Try David. It's better in polite society."
"Fuck polite society!" Jenifer breathed in his ear. "I love you, David. I love your prick. I want it in my cunt, in my mouth, up my ass. Fuck me again, David," she said, contracting her vaginal muscles and squeezing his penis inside her.
"If you think I'm going to turn you down," David laughed, "you're crazy. But how about a shower first? A shower will relax us and give us a breather."
"Oh! I'd love a shower! I haven't bathed in four days! Is there hot water?"
David finally managed to pull himself free of the girl's clinging body and he led her into the bathroom.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Peter Martin arrived at five fifteen in the afternoon and took a taxi from the airport to the Tres Vientos Hotel overlooking the lake in downtown Bariloche. He checked in, found no messages waiting for him, and headed for the bar. Peter was an angry, confused, and defeated man. The photos that had been delivered to him had crushed him. The sight of Jenifer's lovely white body next to the dark Latin with the giant penis made his stomach turn. The sensual leer on her face! The way she accommodated the ugly Latin! Taking his penis in her mouth and kneeling before him like his personal slave. Playing with herself with the plastic instrument. Almost begging the man to bugger her! And the obvious enjoyment on her face!
Peter ordered a scotch and water as he sat at a table by the window overlooking the lake. The snow was drifting down from the dark-grey sky, obliterating any view that he might have had, but Peter was lost in his thoughts. He was certain that Jenifer was a virgin when he married her. What in the world had they done to her? How could they have turned her into such a wanton whore in a few short days?
Jenifer had guessed correctly, Peter was already considering divorce or annulment. Even if she was the victim of circumstances and couldn't help what had happened, Peter knew that he could never spend his life with the memory of those photos etched in his mind. He could never let her be the mother of his children!
As straight-laced as he was, Peter Martin was a compassionate man. That was why he had come to Bariloche. He would rescue Jenifer if he possibly could, but he was dedicated to punishing the man responsible for this. And in Peter's mind, the man was the Latin in the photos. Somehow he would find that man and kill him.
As the amber scotch began to warm and relax him, Peter began to plan. He had registered at this hotel, following the instructions that he had received with the photos to the letter. He wouldn't, however, be fool enough to stay there where they could control him like a puppet on a string! He would keep the room and arrange a cover with a member of the hotel personnel. Then he would find another hotel and operate from there. His training in Intelligence would then be put to use. His goal was to locate the Latin, and everything he did would be directed toward that end.
Peter was so lost in thought that he didn't see the Fiat pull up to the curb in front of the hotel. Nor did he see the lean, dark Latin emerge from the car. But the man saw Peter framed in the lighted window of the hotel bar. Ignacio Sandoval studied the lone man sitting at the window and quickly pulled into the shadow of the hotel to avoid being recognized.
When Peter turned to order another drink, Ignacio moved quickly to the Fiat and slipped behind the wheel. Learning that Peter Martin was in Bariloche a day early explained Jenifer's disappearance. The photos were to be delivered to Peter the following morning, along with the demand that he come to the mountains immediately. The Hawk had no idea that Sergio Mora had ordered everything moved one day ahead and he assumed that Peter had somehow found where Jenifer was being held captive and rescued her when Ignacio had gone to town shortly after noon.
Ignacio decided to go ahead with the plan on schedule. He had been evaluating making a change since he discovered Jenifer missing, but the appearance of Peter Martin in Bariloche explained that mystery. He would, of course, have to abandon the chalet now that it was known. And he would have to keep tabs on Peter Martin. The Hawk believed that Martin would pack up his wife and split at this point, but if he stayed he could still be used.
Ignacio was pleased to see that the snow was slacking off as he drove up to Bariloche Center Hotel and registered for a room. He parked the Fiat on the steep hill beside the Center and walked briskly up the steps to the hotel entrance. A copy of a Buenos Aires newspaper caught his eye as he followed the bellboy to the elevator. Ignacio stopped and bought a copy while the bellboy waited at the elevator. In the small, inexpensive but pleasant room, the Hawk accepted the key and gave the boy a tip. He closed the door and spread the newspaper out on the bed. The headlines were dull and uninteresting to Ignacio, but he finally found the item that he was searching for. In a small box at the bottom right hand comer was an itinerary for the coming personal appearances of Juan Peron.
BARILOCHE: May 30, 11 A.M. DEDICATION IN PLAZA, the schedule read.
May 30, Ignacio said to himself! That's tomorrow, a day early! Why hadn't they informed me of the change? Or had it just been announced? Ignacio studied the paper thoughtfully for a moment. A sixth sense warned him that something was wrong. He had learned not to trust last-minute changes. In someone else's schedule or in his own.
Ignacio began slowly pacing the floor. If Peter Martin had his wife, the ransom was blown. That amounted to a half-a-million-dollar loss to Ignacio. Not that he had counted on the money. It was a windfall, not part of the original plan. But it represented a loss nonetheless. His contract on Peron was for twenty-five thousand dollars plus expenses. Tuyo had put ten thousand up front before the Hawk ever arrived. The balance, plus his expenses, was to be paid upon completion of the task. And if he didn't hit Peron, the Hawk knew that he would have to return the ten thousand dollars. He had already bought gold bullion for his Swiss account, so that would be very inconvenient.
He stopped pacing and gazed down at the paper again. His mind was made up. Unless something else happened, he would go through with the plan. This meant that there were things that had to be done that same evening! Pocketing the key to the room, he left the hotel and drove back to the chalet. One of the first things to be done was to advise Mora of his change of locale.
After waiting five minutes for some sound on the telephone in the chalet, Ignacio replaced the receiver and went outside to check the line. He traced it all the way to the pole on the road and found it intact. It must have been something to do with the storm, he said to himself as he returned to the chalet and began assembling the things that he would need and transfered them to the Fiat. He wrapped the high-powered rifle with a telescopic sight in a sheet of heavy white plastic.
Concealing the weapon in or near the office from which he would fire had been one of the Hawk's prime concerns. Argentine secret police would swarm over the buildings on the plaza in the morning, checking everywhere for any weapons. And anybody going to one of the offices in the morning would be subjected to a thorough search. The snow had provided Ignacio with a heaven-sent opportunity to plant his weapon where the chances of it being found were practically nil. Wrapped in white plastic and covered with plenty of snow, it could be left laying flat on the edge of the landing of the fire escape just thirty feet from the office that he would use. He had already given the weapon a heavy coat of oil to prevent the mechanism from freezing, and he could warm it on the steam heater in the office an hour before Peron would arrive in the plaza. He would wait until the early-morning hours to place the weapon to avoid any chance of being seen.
He made a last inventory of everything that he had packed into the small trunk of the Fiat, then gave the chalet a farewell glance and drove toward Bariloche.
Entering the Bariloche Center Hotel, Ignacio didn't notice the man standing by the newsstand. Peter Martin, however, saw Ignacio and every muscle in his body tensed. Peter had just registered and was buying a pack of cigarettes when the lean dark Latin entered the lobby and headed for the elevator. Peter recognized the man immediately. He would never forget the man's sharp, ugly features in the photographs with Jenifer!
Cool it, Peter cautioned himself. He had no doubts that this Latin was a very dangerous person. Peter knew that he had the advantage because the man hadn't seen him. When he heard the elevator door close, Peter turned and watched the indicator above the elevator. It stopped at the fifth floor and Peter made a note in his mind. Peter's room was on the sixth floor, just one above that of the man he was so obsessed with to kill.
Peter went up to his room and took the automatic from his briefcase. He inspected the weapon carefully and then placed it in the pocket of his overcoat. He had no plan. He was simply going to follow the Latin everywhere he went. Perhaps the man would lead him to Jenifer. Regardless, Peter would kill the Latin at the first opportunity of not being observed. He knew that he couldn't risk involving the embassy or the U.S. Government in his private vengeance. Slipping into his overcoat for a long, lonely vigil, Peter took the elevator down, crossed the lobby and walked across the street to stand where he had a perfect view of the entrance.
* * *
Five blocks away, Yolanda Cassals was asking the night clerk at the Tres Vientos Hotel about Peter Martin. She had arrived in Bariloche two hours earlier and was surprised to find the chalet empty and locked. She was equally surprised to find that Peter Martin wasn't in his room waiting for instructions, and she was using the considerable charms of her body on the night clerk for information.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Are you really a dangerous killer?" Jenifer asked, smiling up into David's eyes while she held his partially erect penis in her hand and stroked it gently. They were stretched out side by side on the bed talking, and Jenifer found that she couldn't leave his cock alone. She had to feel its warmth inside her body or in her hand.
"When I have to be," David laughed. "Does that bend your mind all out of shape?"
"In a way. You don't know anything about me," Jenifer said, squeezing his gradually inflating organ affectionately. She told him her life story in capsulized form. "So, you see, people like Nacho and you are like characters from a dime novel to me. I never knew you existed, and you certainly weren't nice and respectable if you did exist."
"And now?" David asked, shifting his hips as his cock began to strain in her affectionate hand.
"And now I don't see how I ever lived like I did," Jenifer replied slowly. "You're real. I was an expensive imitation of a human being. I was the one from a dime novel, the simple, sweet, innocent, naive, stupid little rich girl who not only didn't know what her cunt was for but even wanted to deny it existed. I substituted life in a vacuum for the real thing. I was somehow convinced that sex was dirty, and for excitement I manufactured things like shopping sprees and charitable work. Thank God I lost that life on the sheets in the house by the lake!"
"And now you think the merry-go-round I live on is the real thing," David said with a smile. "You won't believe me now, Jenifer, but my life is no more real than yours. We live at opposite poles, but we're both inhabitants of the fringe of society. While the rest of the world is trying to put things together, we're busy trying to tear them apart."
"That's what they call checks and balances, like the Mises theory of economics," she said, laughing.
"You're not only beautiful and rich," David laughed, "but you're damned well educated! And that hand of yours is becoming too educated," he added, again shifting his position to ease the growing ache in his rigid prick.
"I was an honor student at college," she said, laughing, "and now I'm doing my post-graduate work in hard cocks. Oh, David, I know I'm trying to make up for all the years of my stupidity, but my cunt is like a hungry tiger. It can't get enough cock. Am I awful to talk like this?"
"Hell, no!" David replied. "I'm up to my navel with the prudes of this world. I believe people should say what they think."
"Then, David darling, I want you to make love to me right now. I want this beautiful cock shoved up my cunt. Hhhhmmmm! You smell so good! Let me taste you."
David watched the gorgeous young girl slide down his body, her hand holding and pumping his surging penis as she brought her lovely face to his crotch. The golden halo formed by her silky hair made her look like an angel. A strange, almost-forgotten warmth seeped into his system as he watched the pretty girl nuzzle his prick with her soft cheeks. For a long time sex had been a frantic, even brutal, thing for David. Most of his relationships had been almost a form of rape. The warmth and tenderness of sex was something he seemed to leave at college.
Jenifer breathed deep, inhaling the fresh, exciting odor of his male sex. She slipped her tongue out of her mouth and brought it into exciting contact with the hard, pulsing organ that she held in her hand. She pulled the foreskin down with her hand and licked the ridge just below the swollen head of his prick. Her fingers could feel the pounding of his pulse as the blood pumped into his pulsing shaft. Rolling her tongue into a trough, she placed it on the underside of his cock. Then, opening her mouth wide, she began sliding the delicious instrument into her hot hungry mouth.
David's scalp began to tingle as he watched the lovely girl run his prick into her oral cavity. The warmth and moisture of her oral depth made his balls rumble. Yet he was completely relaxed. There was no urgency, no need for force or violence. In fact, David felt that she was sucking his cock with a reverence that he couldn't remember having experienced before.
Since college, David had never allowed himself a lasting relationship with a woman. He fucked them when he needed them and when they were available. He had convinced himself that it had to be that way in his career. But now he indulged himself in the thought of what life would be like with a girl like Jenifer. Could he afford the luxury of becoming involved? Could she stand his type of life? What would she do during the long separations when he would be on an assignment? How would he react to having a rich wife? Could he settle down to the life of a banker somewhere?
The sudden burning in his balls brought him back to reality. He looked down and saw that she had his prick embedded deep in her throat. She held his expanding balls in her hands, massaging them while she slowly, maddeningly, moved her head up and down. David knew that he was very close to climax, and he wanted to send his love cream into her womb, not her mouth.
"Christ, Jenifer!" he gasped.
"Hot?" she asked, smiling as she continued pumping his prick after she slowly withdrew its turgid length from her hungry mouth.
"Boiling!" he responded, reaching down to run his fingers through her soft golden hair.
"I'm glad," she said softly, continuing to pump his cock with her warm hand as she pulled herself up and placed her wet lips against his and darted her salty tongue into his mouth. Jenifer squirmed as they kissed passionately, rubbing her tingling hard nipples against his hairy chest. "Make love to me, David," she breathed in his ear. "I want to feel you deep inside me, flooding me with your hot juices. Oh, darling, make love to me!"
David lifted her gently by the shoulders and turned her over on her back, crushing his lips against her warm mouth in a hungry, yet tender, kiss that locked their probing tongues in a moist, intense embrace. He clasped her firm tits in his hands while he forced her thighs apart with his knee. She still held his cock in her hand, pumping it firmly and driving him wild as he knelt between her legs. Her other arm was locked around his neck, holding their hungry mouths glued together.
He felt the clutching warmth of the young girl's vagina grasp the lust-inflated head of his organ as she guided him to the fringe of her cuntal lips with her massaging hand. Digging his tongue deep into her throat, David lunged with his hips and broke through her now-moist vaginal lips, sending his prick racing into the marvelous warmth of her hotly aching womanly cunt.
"Oooohhhh!" she groaned, grinding her hips against the mattress and thrusting her crotch up as hard as she could to take all of his lust-contorted cock deep inside her voracious pussy. She felt the hard tip of his penis ram against her cervix and small explosions raced through her uncontrollably quivering body.
"FUCK ME SLOWLY, DAVID," she breathed in his ear. "I WANT IT TO LAST FOREVER! OH, YES! THAT'S IT! OOOHHH!"
Holding her tenderly, David began a series of slow, deliberate strokes that moved his penis in and out of her pulsating vaginal canal. She ground her hips in a slow circular motion that countered each stroke and brought every fraction of an inch of his turgid cock deep inside her quivering cuntal depth. He felt her vaginal muscles expanding and contracting, teasing his surging prick with light caresses as its shaft glided in and out.
David seemed to be on a plateau of excitement. It was like being on the point of orgasm without crossing the fine line into the fiery pit of intense climax. He felt her hot tongue dart into his ear, run over his cheeks, lick at his lips, as she planted a thousand tiny kisses all over his face and neck.
As he gazed down into her clear blue eyes, the intensity of her being gripped him. Her eyes were both cool and warm, inviting and deep. He ran his fingers through the spun silk of her hair and the touch made his fingertips tingle. It seemed to him that their bodies were floating in air. Her firm hips were in constant fluid motion beneath his slow attack, rotating, thrusting, grinding as she rode his hard prick. With each downstroke, David ground his pelvis into her burning clitoris. He loved to hear her deep animal moans of pleasure as she clung tighter and tighter to him.
David slowly realized that what they were doing could only be done after a couple had experienced several intense orgasms. The desperation was missing, but it had been replaced with two very physical bodies engaged in the ultimate expression of feeling, compassion, and passion.
Jenifer was almost out of her mind. She felt his swaying balls rub hard against the cheeks of her ass, making her anus contract and her crotch rise to mash her clitoris into his coarse pubic hair. She felt him completely fill her vagina, his prick rubbing every inch of the tight walls of her vaginal depth with each maddening stroke. His muscular chest was crushing her proud, sensitive nipples, making them burn with desire. And the way he kept running his fingers softly through her hair made her entire body quake.
She wrapped her legs around his trim waist and began riding his cock with her whole body. She was so excited that her breath was coming in short brusts. Instinctively, Jenifer knew that she was sharing a rare moment with this wonderful man. She also knew that sex couldn't always be like this, that it would be brutal, frantic, humiliating, cruel, and desperate, depending on the mood and the situation. But this was the ultimate, that rare moment when two bodies came together with a mutual need and understanding. This is the moment the poets write about, she told herself when she jerked her hips and ran her warmly tingling cunt up the length of his throbbing shaft!
David had passed the point of no return. His balls were expanding and contracting wildly, screaming for relief! When she pulled his ear to her mouth and darted her hot, probing tongue inside, David's control all but disintegrated. He couldn't stand it! He had to ram his cock to the depths of her womb and send his hot juices jetting into the voluptuous body of this beautiful teenage girl!
"Fuck me hard now, David," she whispered in his ear, her breath coming in short, panting gasps. "I can't stand it! Hurt me! Ram it up me as hard as you can! Now, David. Now! Fuck me! Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, that's it! Harder, darling, harder! Give it to me!"
David's hips flew in the air, pumping long, hard, steady strokes of his throbbing penis deep into her squirming body. He felt her flex the muscles in her thighs, bringing her cunt up hard every time he plunged down into her body. The blood-bloated tip of his prick compressed each time its throbbing, hotness hit her cervix, bringing a sweet, ringing pain to his groin. His balls slapped loudly against her ass, punctuating the rhythm of their bodies.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted in his ear, her voice now nothing more than a hoarse, pleading whisper. "Now, David! Oh, now! Now, David! Now! Ooooohhhh, my God, noooowwww!"
Jenifer began tearing at her hair, then started beating her fists against David's powerful shoulders. It seemed like a dam had burst inside her. Sparks were flying through her veins, igniting one explosion after another, each more intense than the last. Floods of passion were inundating her vagina.
"Aaaaiiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed, locking her legs around his waist as tight as she could while her body shook through a series of severe quakes. She reached down beneath her quivering hips and grasped his swaying balls in her hand and began pumping them.
David's body was a molten mass of passion. He couldn't remember seeing a girl having such an intense orgasm, but he had never been this hot before himself! He felt her cunt juices begin flowing freely, covering his pumping cock with a moist heat that triggered the most frantic, allconsuming climax that he had ever experienced. It began with a thunderous clap in his ears when her hand grasped his inflated balls, and it roared through his entire body like a tidal wave. He could feel the sperm charging through his shaft. The head of his cock expanded, then burst like a balloon to send rivers of his juice raging in torrents through her cunt.
He wanted to scream at her to let go of his balls, but his breath was caught in his throat and she kept pumping and pumping until he thought that all of his body fluids would pass through his throbbing penis. His hips continued to fly, even after his brain commanded his muscles to relax.
Jenifer couldn't believe it! She had just finished the most intense orgasm of her life when another gripped her! She experienced pain in the straining muscles of her vagina, but it was the sweetest, most wonderful pain of her life. The muscles in her arms and legs began to spasm and cramp, but the young girl clung to his lunging body for all she was worth. She felt the river of their combined juices begin to ooze out of her vagina. It sprayed her ass cheeks as his swaying, slapping balls caught it and sent it flying in a mist. Their bodies arched high in the air, froze there for a long, frantic moment, then collapsed in a confused heap of limp arms and legs on the wet mattress.
It was five minutes before either of them moved. David finally pulled himself free of her body and stood on rubbery legs beside the bed. It required every ounce of his will to make the strength begin seeping back into his body.
Jenifer rolled over to the bed and reached up to affectionately take his limp prick in her hand. There was no urgency, no demand, in her gesture. She held his cock like she might hold his hand.
"David?"
"What?" David replied, going through a series of isometric exercises to bring his muscles back to life.
"Can we stay here forever?"
"No," he said very matter-of-factly, his tone indicating that it was time to return to reality.
"Promise me you'll never leave me," Jenifer said softly.
"You know better than that, Jenifer," David replied. "But if I had my choice, I would never leave you. There is still a great deal to do up here."
"I could go with you," she suggested.
"No," David Said firmly. "If any one of them saw you, they'd kill you, Jenifer." He was relatively certain of this after he had pieced together some of the things Jenifer had told him, particularly about the traveler's checks and the bank draft. From what he had seen of the Tuyo organization, David was certain that they didn't need Jenifer's money. They wanted the instruments with her signature for another purpose, and David correctly guessed that it was to make it appear that she and her family had hired Peron's assassin.
Jenifer knew better than to argue when he spoke like this, but she was equally determined to be with him. And she knew that that would best be accomplished by pretending to accept his decision and then following him on her own. She caressed his limp penis fondly, looking up at him with the sincere warmth of the love that she felt for him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The visit of the legendary Juan Peron to the most popular city in the southern Andes was an event of moment. The local inhabitants had decorated the plaza with flags, bunting, and bright flowers. The local military band arrived at six in the morning to begin practicing. The snow of the day before was cleared from the plaza itself and hauled off by trucks. On the north side of the plaza, facing the lake, a wooden reviewing stand had been erected. Coffee vendors arrived early to set up their coal-burning fires. A red carpet was laid to the monument in the center of the square, and committee women kept casting anxious eyes at the sky for any sign of fresh snow.
Although the celebration was scheduled for eleven o'clock, the small plaza was jammed with people before nine. Some people established positions to see the celebration. Others milled about in groups, greeting friends and neighbors.
David Foster parked the Mercedes two blocks north of the plaza, carefully choosing a place where no one could block him in. He joined a group of tourists alighting from a tour bus and walked with them to the square, always taking care to be among the people and not alone. He was constantly conscious of the heavy automatic in his jacket pocket, which reminded him of the reason for being there. He broke from the tour group when they arrived at the plaza and casually joined a cluster of people standing by the reviewing stand. Buying a cup of steaming coffee from a vendor, David began studying the early crowd.
By the time she reached the edge of the plaza, Jenifer's legs were weak from the long downhill walk. She had waited until David had left the house, then ransacked the place until she found a skiing outfit that fitted her moderately well. The jacket was too tight and she felt as if her breasts were standing out a mile in front of her, but the stretch pants and the ski boots were snug and comfortable. She had pulled her hair up in a bun and was wearing an Austrian ski cap as an effort at disguise. She also carried the gun that David had given her. She had no idea why she had brought it. She wasn't even sure that she could remember what David had told her about operating the automatic. In fact, Jenifer was beginning to wonder why she had followed David at all. What did she hope to accomplish? All she knew was that she had to be near him.
She spotted David almost immediately and her heart jumped to her throat! He was standing not fifteen feet from her, sipping coffee and looking at the crowd. Fortunately, he had his back to her and Jenifer managed to disappear into a tourist shop before he saw her. The sight of the coffee in his hand made her mouth water and Jenifer was about to buy a cup from a vendor who came in the shop when she realized that she didn't have one cent to her name! She smiled at the irony of the penniless rich girl and settled back to watch David through the window.
Jenifer's heart again caught in her throat when she recognized her husband walking along the street. What in the world is Peter doing here, she asked herself? As she watched him walk slowly down the street with his eyes roving the milling crowd, Jenifer became aware that a tall, very attractive Latin girl with auburn hair was following him. Every time Peter stopped, the girl stopped and ducked behind people to avoid being seen. Jenifer's curiosity didn't extend to a desire to warn Peter. When she looked at her husband, she realized that he was a complete stranger to her now. She felt no regret, only mild curiosity, but she did wonder why Peter was being followed by an attractive girl. Was it someone he had used to pass the lonely hours while Jenifer had been held captive? Or was Peter in some danger? Was he mixed up in this affair that David was working on?
Glancing back at David, Jenifer was just in time to see him move away from the reviewing stands. She slipped quietly out of the shop and followed him.
It had taken David fifteen minutes to locate the Hawk in the crowd. He was standing casually by the museum at the far comer of the plaza, diagonally across from the office that he would use in a little while. David had to admire the Hawk's professional approach as he walked slowly around the plaza. He noticed that the plaza was filling more rapidly now and it was difficult to make progress on foot. David glanced at his watch and noted that it was almost ten o'clock. A little over an hour!
David's muscles tensed and he automatically ducked into a doorway when he recognized Yolanda. He had come within several feet of running into her as he tried to cross a comer of the plaza. Fortunately, Yolanda hadn't seen him! As he watched her from the doorway, David realized why. She was intently following somebody, and David was certain that that bulge in her pocket wasn't her hand alone. He raised up on his toes to try to see who she was following. A sea of people greeted his eyes and he was about to give up when the crowd momentarily parted and he caught a glimpse of the man that Yolanda was tailing. Peter Martin!
What in the hell is he doing here, David asked himself? Raitman agreed to keep him out of the area! He's not only here, David said to himself, he's picked up Yolanda as a tail! And complicated the hell out of my job, he added a little bitterly. David cursed the fact that he was alone. Raitman's team was due at noon, an hour after the whole mess would be over! With everything taking place a day early, David resigned himself to handling it alone. He was glad that he had caught the announcement on the radio the night before. He couldn't help feeling that he could have done without the addition of Peter Martin and Yolanda.
When she saw David dart into the doorway, Jenifer experienced her first fright. Until that moment, it had been a game to her. The very fact that David had been frightened enough to move quickly alerted the young girl to the danger of the situation that she had placed herself in. She fought back an urge to return to the security of the house on the hill. David might need me, she told herself, gripping the gun in her pocket and moving carefully behind him when she saw David leave the doorway and head across the plaza.
When David arrived at the comer across from the steps to the museum, the Hawk was gone. Moving as quickly as he could without calling attention to himself, he climbed the steps to the door of the museum and turned to study the crowd. There were at least five thousand people in the plaza now, and David couldn't see the Hawk anywhere. Sandoval had been dressed in a business suit, but three-quarters of the men in the plaza had on business suits. Argentina wasn't a country of colorfully dressed peasants. The average person looked very much like any American or European businessman.
David's trained mind worked rapidly. It was too late to waste time here. He had to head for the building across the plaza and intercept the Hawk there. His eyes scanned the crowd quickly, searching for Peter Martin and Yolanda, but they were nowhere in sight. Taking the steps two at a time, David headed for the street by the lake. It was out of his way, but he knew that he would be able to move faster. Half way down the steps, David caught a brief glimpse of the Hawk. He was standing at the entrance to the building across the plaza, being searched by two men. Security police, David said to himself, and they'll search everybody entering that building. David knew that he would never get past those men with the automatic in his jacket. Fortunately, he had thought of that the day he studied the plaza.
David had to control himself to keep from breaking into a run as he walked quickly along the lake. Above all, he didn't want to call attention to himself at this point! As soon as he passed the building on the far side of the plaza, he broke into a trot and made his way to an old apartment house that was behind the plaza and separated from the other buildings by an alley six feet wide.
Jenifer couldn't keep up with David, but she saw him stare across the plaza just before he left the steps of the museum. When she caught a glimpse of the Hawk standing at the door, she knew that that was where David was headed. Then, as she pushed her way slowly through the crowd, Jenifer saw the tall Latin girl who had been following Peter. The girl stood talking to the men at the door for a moment, then entered the same building that the Hawk had entered. Peter was nowhere in sight. Jenifer knew that she was over her head in the situation, yet she refused to turn back now. If the Latin girl could get in that building, so could Jenifer!
David had guessed correctly that the security police wouldn't cover the old apartment building. He cursed when he found the front door securely locked. This was neither the time nor the place to pick a lock, so David darted around the comer and grabbed the fire escape that he remembered seeing. It was old and rusty and David had to hang his entire weight on it before the old steel ladder creaked down. He thought that the clatter of his boots on the iron rungs, as he made his way up the fire escape, could probably be heard all the way in Buenos Aires, but no curious soul even opened a window along David's journey to the roof of the building. He eased his head above the ledge of the roof and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no security police staked out on the roof of either building. They're probably on the roofs of the buildings facing the plaza, he told himself as he made his way across the top of the apartment house. His hands were stinging from the cold steel of the fire escape.
A movement below him made David flatten himself in the snow on the roof when he arrived at the side closest to the building that the Hawk was in. David lifted his head just enough to see over the edge of the building and found himself staring at Ignacio Sandoval less than six feet away. The Hawk was retrieving a long package from the snow on the landing of the fire escape on the building across the alley. David held his breath and dropped his head slowly. His luck was holding. The Hawk hadn't looked up.
When he heard the door to the building close, David again raised his head. The Hawk was gone and David pulled himself to a kneeling position. There was no guard at the bottom of the fire escape! Then David spotted a security officer standing in the street outside the alley. The man was drinking a cup of coffee and watching the crowd.
Just as David began pulling himself up to spring for the landing across the alley, he heard a clatter below and he quickly flattened himself in the snow again. Someone was climbing the fire escape. Inching his eyes above the ledge, David recognized Peter Martin pulling himself up on the landing! Christ, David muttered to himself, are we going to have a damned convention in here? He watched Peter open the door and slip into the building. David cursed to himself and waited. He fully expected to hear Yolanda's steps on the fire escape next. When his ears were greeted by dead silence, David pulled his head up to peer down into the alley. The girl was nowhere in sight, and David decided that he sure as hell wasn't going to wait for her! He crouched on the ledge and jumped. His outstretched hands caught the railing and he pulled himself onto the landing with a minimum of racket. The band was playing in the plaza and David knew that that would cover what noise he had made.
The hall was pitch black and David flattened his back against the inside of the door while he fitted the silencer on his automatic and allowed his eyes to adjust. He remembered seeing the hall take a sharp right turn a few feet from the door to the landing, and when his eyes adjusted to the darkness he made his way silently along the wall. He heard a loud cracking sound of wood breaking and rushed to the comer just in time to see Peter Martin kick a door in and start to rush into an office with a gun in his hand. There was the low burping sound of a silencer and Peter Martin fell back with the left side of his head blown open.
David darted across the hall and caught Ignacio Sandoval reloading his high powered rifle. David raised his gun and fired. The Hawk looked startled, then slowly fell forward with blood gushing from the hole in his temple.
"DAVID, LOOK OUT!"
He recognized Jenifer's voice, but he didn't stop to ask himself what she was doing here. He propelled himself back into the dark hall and fell flat on the floor. Two shots rang out before he touched the cold floor. The "first one ripped through the collar of his jacket and embedded itself in the plastered wall with a ping.
David turned his head and saw Yolanda sprawled on the floor a few feet away. Standing above Yolanda's body with a gun in her hand was Jenifer!
Scrambling to his feet, David quickly placed his gun in Peter's hand and took Peter's automatic and shoved it in his jacket.
"Come on!" he snapped to the terrified girl. "You ladies didn't use silencers. This place will be swarming with police in a minute. I hope you can jump! By the way, Jenifer, thanks! Now come on!"
He grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hall. David cracked the door to the landing and peered out. Miraculously, the alley was still deserted! And for some reason the guard wasn't in view on the street below. David had serious doubts that Jenifer could make the jump to the ledge on the opposite building. He decided that they would take their chances on the fire escape and alley. They raced down the steps and jumped to the snow-covered alley.
"When we get on the street," he whispered hoarsely to her, "walk slowly. Don't hurry, whatever you do. Make like a tourist. Got it?"
"Right on!" Jenifer giggled, using a phrase she had seen in the newspapers.
"Well, they'll be right on our ass, baby, if we're not careful! And it seems to me we have a lot of explaining to do."
"Thank God you're alive to explain it to!" she said tartly, reminding him that she had just saved his life.
"Right on!" David replied, taking her arm and walking casually down the street toward the plaza.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"Oh," David said, turning to Jenifer as they sat waiting in Carl Raitman's office, "one other thing. Just how did you get into that building with a gun? The security police were searching everybody who entered."
"Is that what they were doing?" Jenifer replied with the note of ingeniousness that had marked her conversation ever since the incident. "I guessed as much, darling," she said more seriously. "But Yolanda managed to talk her way and I couldn't see why I couldn't do the same."
"But you don't speak Spanish," David protested with a smile.
"Of course not, and I'll admit that that presented a small problem," she laughed. "But have you ever seen an Argentine who wasn't polite to a tourist? And, David, gentlemen would never think of searching a woman. I told them a man I had met had an office upstairs and had invited me up to see the ceremony. I honestly think they understood my English. They asked me several questions in Spanish, but when it was obvious that I didn't understand a word they were saying they let me pass."
Raitman's secretary stuck her head through the door and waited for a break in the conversation.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Foster," the secretary said, "but there is a call for you on the scrambler line. You can use the blue phone on Mr. Raitman's desk, if you like. Mr. Raitman just called and said he'd be back in a few minutes."
"Thank you," David said, crossing to take Raitman's swivel chair and pick up the blue phone.
Jenifer watched him closely. Although she was dressed in the clothes that she had brought for her honeymoon, Jenifer knew that she wasn't the same person. Her clothes were familiar, but they were no longer comfortable. They seemed to speak of another person, another time, even another place. When they had arrived in Buenos Aires the night before, the first thing that Jenifer wanted was a long, hot bath and a change into her own clothes. Then, when she was alone in her room at the Plaza Hotel, she suddenly found that neither the hot bath nor the change of clothes satisfied her. In fact, they made her nervous and edgy.
She had two problems to face: today was the first day of the rest of her life-and what was she going to do with her life from this point on? And, equally important, what was she going to do about this fantastic, exciting man? Was David a brief interlude in her life, an exciting man for a particular moment and circumstance?
When David hung up, he sat staring thoughtfully at a group of maps on the wall of Carl Raitman's office.
"What is it, David?" Jenifer asked softly.
"Huh? Oh, business, as usual," he said casually.
"Another assignment?" she asked, foreboding gripping the muscles in her stomach.
"Something like that," David replied noncommitally.
"David," Jenifer began, standing and walking to the only window in the office, "will you tell me something honestly?"
"Maybe."
"Nacho had to be killed, didn't he? I mean, he was an evil that had to be removed from society."
"Yes," David responded simply.
"I can understand that," she said slowly. "The girl was the same. It was her life or yours, so I have no regrets about what I did. What I want to know, David, is whether you kill because you believe, or because it's a way to make a living?"
David leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes.
"I've asked myself that a dozen times, Jenifer," he replied slowly, thinking each word out before speaking. "When I'm cynical, I say it's a way to make a living."
"Do you believe that?" she asked, looking directly into his eyes from across the room.
"No, Jenifer," he smiled. "I do what I do because I believe that man deserves a better world than the one he makes for himself. And I suppose I chose this life because it's exciting and different. I'm afraid I'm not the ten-to-four banker type."
"Thank God for that!" she said with a light laugh. "Yet you told me yourself that you don't work for any one country or group. Doesn't that make you a gun for hire?"
"In a way, I suppose," David laughed. "But for hire only to the right people with the right cause. They couldn't hire me to bug Watergate or rob a psychiatrist's office. They couldn't hire me to spy in order to protect an oil company's interest. That's why I'm not on the permanent payroll of our government. Or of any government, for that matter."
"I think I resent that remark," Carl Raitman said as he closed the door and walked to his desk. "But perhaps that is because you lose your idealism in my job. Sorry to be so long. I think we're finally getting everything lined up. Mrs. Martin, here are your traveler's checks and documents. I think I'd destroy that draft on the bank. It's negotiable and you could lose it. You can go to the American Express office and turn these checks in and get new ones so you can sign them as you use them."
"I take it they picked up Mora?" David asked, getting up to let Raitman have his chair.
"This morning in Mar de Plata," Raitman replied. "Argentine Security nabbed Sergio Mora and a group of industrialists. The others will be released today on a lack of evidence, but they'll hold Mora on a larceny charge involving Mrs. Martin's checks and documents."
"But what about the fact that he was behind the plot to assassinate Juan Peron?" Jenifer demanded.
"What plot?" Raitman asked. "Right, David?"
"Right," David replied with a smile. "You see, Jenifer, it's only in the United States that a plot to assassinate a public leader is made public. The rest of the world, and particularly Latin America, is more public-relations-conscious. An attempt to kill a public leader indicates some dissatisfaction with the administration. Latins feel that that might make others feel dissatisfied. But if the public doesn't know...."
"They'll believe the propaganda that everyone is just wild about the administration," Carl Raitman interrupted. "And that's the official attitude on this case. Nothing-I repeat-nothing-happened in Bariloche."
"Can they do that?" Jenifer demanded incredulously.
"They have, and they are," David laughed. "Now, Jenifer, you're working on your post-grad political science course."
Jenifer laughed with the two men. Was it just a week before that she would have blushed scarlet at a remark like this?
"Now to several technical matters, as long as you two aren't going to include me in your private jokes," Raitman said. "First, David, we owe you some sincere thanks. The police laboratory report shows that the Hawk was killed by a bullet from the gun found in Mrs. Martin's husband's hand. Because Mr. Martin was in the employ of the United States Government, the Argentine Security Police feel they are in our debt for saving Peron's life. That should bring about some new cooperation here that will make our job a lot easier."
"Why thank me?" David asked with a smile.
"Because that was not Peter Martin's gun," Raitman responded. "The gun they found in his hand was a gun my people in Bariloche issued to you. If the bullet had not matched the gun found at the scene, the police would have clamped a security lid so tight on this country no one would have been able to breathe, and they wouldn't have released Mr. Martin's body. That was my second piece of news, Mrs. Martin."
"Please call me Jenifer," she said.
"Okay, Jenifer," Raitman continued. "I finally secured permission to get your husband's re mains. What arrangements do you want to make?"
"Do I have to?" Jenifer asked, obviously facing this issue for the first time.
"Well, somebody has to," Raitman responded. "What about his family?"
"Peter has no family," Jenifer explained, standing and walking to the window again. "You see, he was an orphan. He was raised in a foster home, but his foster parents died in a car accident two years ago."
"Then you're his only family?"
"This may sound awful," Jenifer said, turning to face the two men, "but I don't think of myself as Peter's family. It's like we were total strangers. I hardly knew him at all. We never even made love. Isn't that awful?"
"No, Jenifer," David replied. "In a way, it's beautiful."
"Beautiful?" Raitman asked, a note of sarcasm creeping into his voice.
"Not the situation, Carl," David said. "What's beautiful is that she is being perfectly honest. She's not making a pretense because it's expected of her. She's telling it like it is. I admire it because I see so damned little of it. You can arrange a funeral and all for Peter Martin, Carl. After all, the man worked for you. Is that what you want, Jenifer?"
"I'd appreciate it," Jenifer said thankfully. "It's not the money. I'll pay whatever it costs. It's just that I can't face being a hypocrite any longer. I couldn't dress in black or look broken up. I just don't have that in me any longer."
"Don't worry about the money, Jenifer," David laughed. "Mr. Raitman's employer is loaded!"
"David," Raitman said, "can you give me a written report on everything you learned about the Tuyo organization? We've hurt them, but we haven't come close to breaking the organization."
"It will have to be brief and fast," David replied, looking at his watch. "I have to leave the country this afternoon."
"New assignment?" Raitman asked.
David nodded his head.
"Can you say where?" Raitman asked.
"Problems brewing in West Germany," David replied. "They want me to have a look and see what can be done."
"What time do we leave?" Jenifer asked brightly.
"We?" David said, turning quickly.
"You don't think you're going without me, do you?" Jenifer replied in mock surprise. "Face it, David, you have a new partner."
"Now just a minute ... ," David began.
"Darling, you'd just better face it. You can either take me with you willingly, or I'll follow you. And you know I can do it! If I have to follow you, every time you start to climb into bed with some strange girl, I'll break the damned door down."
"Beautiful!" Carl Raitman exclaimed.
"Beautiful?" David snapped, turning to face the intelligence officer.
"The Wolf has been defanged," Raitman laughed boisterously.
"No, he hasn't, Mr. Raitman," Jenifer said firmly, crossing to David and linking her arm in his. "The Wolf has picked up a smart, mean bitch to share his lair. His price is going up because he now has two guns for hire. Didn't he tell you that I shot the girl in Bariloche?"
"You what?" Raitman exclaimed.
"Come on, partner," David laughed. "There's a Pan Am flight to Madrid at five this afternoon. We'll catch the morning Iberia flight to Berlin. And, my smart little hot bitch, one of the rules about this profession is that you learn to keep your mouth shut!"
