Take the explosive combination of a voluptuous love-starved housewife and her young, hot-blooded, innocent sister and put them aboard a hi-jacked plane which is forced to land on a tropical island paradise where sensual passions already run at a fevered pitch, and you have the makings of a good book.
Add to these elements sexual blackmail and an unscrupulous man who does not hesitate to play wife against sister or both women against the unsuspecting husband, and you have one of the most exciting and graphic novels to come along this season.
The Hi-Jacked Sisters is a book about people?sheltered and secure in their beliefs and morals since their early childhood who are suddenly confronted with the dark realities of their own heated desires.
Another facet of this engrossing novel deals with the age-old question of whether any of us are masters of our own destinies. Fran and Bill Williams, together with the sensually attractive and still virginal 18 year-old Liz, smugly feel they have mapped out their lives?that only they can change their enviable situation. This naive assumption is destroyed with one chilling sentence announced by the pilot of their jet liner, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will not be landing at Miami as planned because our plane is being forcefully diverted to another site... "
The abrupt collapse of all their plans and, possibly, their future, leaves all three of them stunned and incapable of any coherent thought. In that respect they are typical examples of a great many Americans today?secure in the status quo, unable to realize that Fate's favorite target has always been the status quo.
Our talented author obviously agrees with the Roman dramatist?philosopher, Seneca, who wrote almost 2,000 years ago, "Fate leads the willing... and drags along those who hang back."
It is Fran, during the ensuing forty-eight hours of indecision, danger, and sexual humiliation, who gradually begins to grow in stature. Ironically, she sacrifices her self-respect and decency to protect her husband and her younger sister, only to discover they have betrayed her?individually and collectively.
Bryan Gilbert wrote this absorbing novel after making a penetrating study of people who undergo personality changes following hi-jacking or political kidnappings. The plot itself comes from the front pages of every newspaper in the world. And the characters in The Hi-jacked Sisters although typically American, are universal.
Because of the volatile nature of some of the more sexually graphic scenes and the explicit language employed in the true-to-life dialogue, the publishers feel they should advise the potential reader that this book is for mature adults who have a mature outlook on life.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The cold wind whipped at their heavy winter clothes as they walked together from the terminal toward the plane that would soon take them to the hot Florida sun. Glancing past her husband, Bill, Fran Williams watched the excitement in her sister's eyes. This was the first time that Liz had ever traveled by air and that fact was evident. Liz's cool college girl beauty changed as they approached the plane. As they mounted the steps, her face had the gleeful curiosity of a little girl. To Fran, it still seemed impossible that her little sister was anything but a child. Yet Liz's maturity was inescapable, and Fran had to admit to herself that her little sister was already a remarkably attractive young woman. And this fact was obvious every time Fran observed her sister near any man, including, to Fran's slight discomfort, her own husband Bill.
Once up the steps and inside the door, the raw cold of the Cleveland winter morning was immediately forgotten as a stewardess directed them to their seats. It seemed that the plane would not be full and so Liz sat in the row behind Fran and Bill so as to have her own window. Stowing their carry-on bags for them, Bill laughed as Liz slipped hurriedly into her seat and immediately tried to fasten her seat belt.
"No hurry about that, Liz," he said, reaching across her to help.
As he did so he could not resist a long glance at her knees and her firmly smooth legs that disappeared enticingly beneath her fashionable skirt. And, as he had many times before in situations of close proximity such as this, he had to admit to himself that of the two beautiful sisters, the younger one was in some ways even more appealing than the one who was his magnificent wife. Both were tall and graceful. Both voluptuous, clean-cut looking blondes. And both had green eyes. But while Fran's beauty was that of a serene, and he assumed perfectly satisfied, young wife, her younger sister still had the fresh innocence of an inexperienced girl.
Bill pulled back in pleasure from adjusting Liz's seat belt. She looked up at her brother-in-law, giving him her most demure little-girl smile.
"Just don't bite your tongue when we takeoff," he said.
"Oh Bill... stop it," she cooed at his teasing.
Fran, in the seat ahead, heard her sister's response and grimaced. What a little flirt Liz had grown to be recently. Realizing Bill's attraction to her sister, Fran felt a flash of worry about their decision to bring Liz along with them on their vacation. But then she realized that as soon as they landed and were met by Liz's boyfriend Al, Liz would be fully occupied. Al was big and rugged, a football player at the University of Miami and very possessive of his girl.
Their hand luggage all in place, Bill sat down next to his wife.
"Well honey, this is it. This is finally it," he said reaching over to kiss Fran on the cheek.
"Yes, it's been a long time since we've been away, hasn't it Bill."
"You know that if I could have possibly done it before now, we would have," he said, taking her hand and holding it gently.
Fran sat back and closed her eyes. It was, she realized, almost exactly two years since they had left Cleveland together to do anything other than make a very occasional weekend visit to relatives. Their last vacation had been their honeymoon. And when they had returned, Bill had thrown himself into his job with even more vigor than he had displayed in the months they had first known each other and during the time of their engagement.
He was the very picture of the ambitious young life insurance salesman who was going for bigger and bigger commissions, which meant bigger bonuses. The very first year with his company, his first year out of Ohio State, his picture had appeared in the company's newspaper and magazine advertisements as one of their ten top first year men nationally. And every year since his sales had made him a member of the company's Executive Circle Club.
His success, even before they were married, had given him the income to set a standard of living for himself and his bride that was not matched by many young couples their age. Home from their honeymoon, they moved immediately into a small but charming house in Shaker Heights. Bill had been able to buy it on the strength of his steadily rising commissions.
As he carried her across the threshold, Fran had noticed a note next to a set of car keys on the table in the hall. When Bill put her down she ran down to the two-car garage to find a spanking new Mustang convertible that was to be hers alone. That was Bill, flowers or candy at least once a week, and everything a young wife could ask for. Everything that is except the time and patience that a young wife like Fran needed from her, otherwise, adoring husband.
"Time is money," Bill always told her. She would remind him that time is also love, and he would laugh and pick her up and spin her around, making her dizzy before he put her down and retired to his study with his briefcase and papers for the evening. Increasingly through their two years of married life together, Fran realized that the only element missing was the sort of sexual joy she had always heard was the right of a wife to expect from her husband. Bill was wonderful, but he was always in a hurry about everything, especially when they made love! And as each month went by he seemed to work harder and harder, even these occasions were becoming less frequent.
Perhaps this long-awaited vacation would put the crowning touch to her marriage. She wanted these two weeks in Ft. Lauderdale to at least give them the chance. Once Bill had finally agreed to actually make the reservations this time and go, she had done everything she could to prepare the vacation so that it would be a perfect one. She had even extracted a promise from her husband that he would not bring along any work to do.
And Bill needed the rest from the pressures of his life even more than she did. Privately Fran looked forward excitedly to their trip to Florida and had wondered out loud once or twice if they might even slip over to one of the Caribbean islands. One of her dreams was to travel, but so far she had never once been out of the country. As a girl, and in college, she had always hoped that she would marry a man who liked to travel. But as it turned out, she married a man who really liked only to sell insurance. If she resented anything about her life with Bill, it was this single fact.
This is why she hoped that these two weeks away together would go far toward awakening the aspect of their marriage that had so far been left largely unexplored.
The whine of the big engines starting one by one made Fran open her eyes and look over at her husband.
"A good day to fly, darling," she said softly.
"A good day to fly," he answered, holding her hand even more tightly.
Just behind them Liz was completely enthralled in the complicated preparations that were going on preceding the takeoff. She had been bitterly disappointed when, during their last year in high school, Al had chosen to go all the way to Florida to play his football; but now, for the first time, with the thrilling trip ahead of her, she was glad that he had chosen the University of Miami. His being away, and her own full life at Ohio State in Columbus, had not dimmed the fullness of their relationship in the least. He came home to Cleveland or flew direct from Miami to Columbus to see her whenever possible, which so far had meant at least two times a term, except, of course, during football season. Then there had been their vacations together and just this last summer which they had spent together as camp counselors at adjoining boys' and girls' camps in Michigan. Liz was proud that Al flew up from Miami to see her so often, but she knew that his parents could afford giving him the money for tickets and, after all, that is what jet planes were for, she realized.
Waiting in her seat, watching the stewardesses bustling up and down the aisles and the men with trucks and earphones running around just outside her window, she found it hard to believe that this was actually her first time up in a plane. And it would be the first time she had visited Al in Florida. She hoped that her winter lack of suntan would not put her at an immediate disadvantage there as he would compare her with the golden Florida girls.
Liz had no doubts, though, about the appeal she held for Al. In fact, she worried that in the vacation atmosphere of Ft. Lauderdale she would have difficulties keeping Al from forcing her to go all the way with him. Until now their times together had been pretty passionate, but they always stopped short of doing anything that might result in the chance of her life being ruined. Liz was rigid in her control of this aspect of her relationship with Al because more than anything she wanted to be sure that she married a man as ready to take care of her as had her sister Fran. Bored sometimes with Al's endless stories about his football deeds and his friends, she envied her sister who had Bill. Bill was such a purposeful man, he had such drive. And he certainly provided Fran with everything she could possibly ever wish.
Still, Al was a wonderful boyfriend and Liz imagined that someday before not too long she might marry him and have everything with him that her sister must enjoy with Bill. It might work out perfectly with Al, but only if she was able to keep her virginity until they were married.
Once last summer when he had wiggled down into her sleeping bag in the middle of the night, it had been very difficult to hold herself back. Both camps had gone out on a joint overnight hike and after the campfire ceremonies, she and Al had slipped well outside of the ring of light to go to sleep under the stars near one another. Head to head each in their own sleeping bag, they had kissed and he had fondled her breasts gently as he loved to do. It had seemed like only an instant after she had finally dropped off to sleep, her body tingling from Al's caresses and warm in the thick downy cocoon of her bag, that she became drowsily aware that Al was forcing his way down into her bag with her. He had come to her from his own sleeping bag wearing nothing but his jockey-shorts. Before she was fully awake he was wedged down into her bag, and they lay forced tightly against one another kissing passionately. She had made no move at all to stop him as he opened the clasp on her bra, wanting to believe in her sleepiness that just going this far was all right.
Then had come the tender, tingling sensations of his fingers tracing over the hot, naked flesh of her budding young breasts, but now he was right there, not reaching from the distance of his own sleeping bag as before. No, undeniably he was there with her now hard against her almost-willing body, as they were forced together by the confines of her tightly restricting sleeping bag. His pinching of her slowly hardening nipples caused her to moan and gasp, so that she had not caught his other hand as it taunted teasingly at her flat, smooth tummy, moving always downward over those sensitive areas to the inside of her quivering young thighs. Then smoothly and unhesitatingly it snaked straight under the elastic waist band of her thin nylon panties to the moistly pulsating lips of her virginal young vagina. A dryness crept into Liz's throat as she remembered how close they had come. She had nearly lost her head entirely as he tenderly massaged her budding clitoris and then had teased his middle finger slowly into the seething little passage up between her legs. Al's tongue had mingled with hers enjoying the wet combined salivas as they ground hard together, her inexperienced flesh responding as it never had before. An electricity was building between them. They felt so alone, and it seemed so natural underneath the stars.
Liz had found herself sucking wildly on Al's tongue as though she wanted to devour him. A low moan came from her long delicate throat as she felt his fingers working its way deeper into her tiny quivering pussy. Slowly her own hands went down along the hardness of his chest.
hesitantly at first along its smooth muscular surface. Then her trembling fingers had edged along faster, pausing at the flatness of his hips. Slowly they moved forward and she was grasping the rigidly throbbing flesh of his penis. Al had tried to force even closer against her nearly-willing body but she had resisted that final act, and they lay there with their hands hungrily exploring each other's excited sexuality.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of his hand's soft but eager attention to the wetly trembling walls of her hotly aroused vagina, she had brought her own hands up to his shoulders to force him away. Something had snapped within her brain and she made the big effort, stopping him on the edge of what they both wanted so badly.
As they lay there shaking, naturally they had argued, in whispers so as not to wake the others camped nearby. He had pleaded with her, but she had been firm, In the end he had slipped quietly back to his own sleeping place leaving her alone with only the exciting wetness between her legs to remind her of how close to the edge they had strayed.
Yes, Liz realized that during these two weeks with Al in Florida that she would have to be very careful. But that problem was still hours from beginning. Right now she had the first flight of her life to enjoy.
CHAPTER TWO
As the jet climbed steeply to cruising altitude, the Cleveland lakeshore landscape slipped rapidly behind. Within a few minutes they could look out and see that the snow on the ground below was beginning to show only in patches. Soon they would be landing in the hot sun of Miami.
Liz leaned forward to the seat ahead and asked Bill, "Is Ft. Lauderdale really as nice as all my friends at school say it is?"
Bill answered, "It's been years since I was there. Not since I used to go down when I was in college myself. But I hear it's grown considerably. Bustling place, that whole part of Florida."
"And quite exclusive," chimed in Fran. "From what I've been reading about it in the travel folders, it seems that everybody who lives there has a yacht tied up in front of the house."
"Oh good," said Liz from behind, "I'm going to enjoy a little tropical luxury. But do you think Al will still love me with all those gorgeous Miami co-eds around?"
"He'd be a damn fool not to," said Bill grinning.
"Here comes the drink wagon," interrupted Fran.
"Fine. What'll it be for everybody?" asked Bill. "Why not all have rum and coke. To get in the mood. When you're in Florida you have to drink rum," he added.
Both sisters agreed.
"Three rum and cokes," said Bill to the tall attractive stewardess.
Bill felt good sitting there with two such incredibly attractive looking women in front of the stewardess who was rapidly pouring out their drinks.
"Here you are, Sir," she said. "This used to be just a breakfast flight but then we found that most of our passengers seem to be heading for vacations in the sun, so not long ago, our line began offering drinks. We'll be serving you a snack a bit later."
"Don't usually start so early in the day myself of course," Bill answered. "But then it isn't every day that a man can take off for Florida with two gorgeous girls like this, is it?"
"No it isn't, Sir," answered the stewardess, smiling knowingly as she moved down the aisle.
AU three of them were eager to throw themselves into the mood of their holiday and so their drinks were finished by the time another stewardess passed and gave them each napkins and a small tray of canapes.
After finishing their snack and having a second drink apiece, like most of the other passengers, they each adjusted their seats to a reclining position to take a nap.
Fran remained awake for awhile, musing out the window at the still winter landscape far below and enjoying the appearing man in a pin-striped suit who looked like some sort of diplomat, almost hesitated, so hard did he stare at her, as he walked by.
A slight smile crossed his handsome face as she recrossed her legs under his gaze. Feeling a bit dizzy from her two drinks, Fran found herself smiling back at him over her husband's sleeping form. Afterwards she allowed herself the pleasure of feeling guilty about her slight eye flirtation with a strange man.
Soon she tired of looking out the window. Now she could see nothing but clouds below, and so she closed her eyes and, before she knew it, was asleep to the floating image of the man who had smiled so knowingly at her. Just before she dropped off, she thought how good it was of her husband to have booked first class, on the flight because first class, she imagined, was the place where it was possible to encounter interesting people like the man whose confident smile she could not erase from her mind. He just had to be a diplomat, or someone very important.
Much later, Fran woke restlessly. Bill still slept. She could see that Liz apparently dead tired from the excitement of her first flight, was also asleep, as indeed seemed to be most of the other passengers. Fran glanced out her window and was surprised to see that now they were flying over water. It looked blue and distant and she wondered why there was not even the Florida coastline below them. Perplexed, she woke Bill by jerking lightly at his sleeve.
He came awake groggily, with visions of what Fran's sister, Liz, was going to look like in a bikini on the beach at Lauderdale fading in the face of his wife's concern.
"Bill, where do you think we are? We seem to be flying over water," she said.
"What? What time is it? Let's see," Bill answered confused, glancing at his watch. "Hey, we were supposed to have landed in Miami half an hour ago."
"Are you sure dear?" Fran asked quietly, feeling the first tingling of apprehension.
"Yes, dammit. I checked the schedule again just before we boarded," Bill replied. "I think I'm going to go and find out what's happening. Be right back, honey."
Bill rose from his seat and started up the aisle to the service compartment just before the door to the cockpit Fran looked back out the window and still could see nothing but blue ocean beneath. She thought she could make out some sort of small boat down there off in the haze but wasn't sure. She glanced behind her and saw that her sister was still sleeping as peacefully as a child. And she is just a child, thought Fran. A strand of Liz's silky blonde hair had been drawn to her sleeping mouth and her eye makeup was smudged. Fran wondered what sort of relationship her little sister had with her boyfriend who they would soon be seeing standing at the gate waving to them on arrival.
She turned back to face the front and saw her husband coming back toward their seat. Another man, who looked Latin, was following close behind him, and Bill looked frightened. The other man, swarthy, tall and handsome, with dark hair and eyes, seemed to have his hand around something in the sidepocket of his sports jacket. Now they were in the aisle directly beside her.
"Sit down and please don't move around any more. I mean exactly what I say," said the strange man authoritatively.
Fran bursting with curiosity to ask Bill who in the world this person was and why he was ordering him around. After all, they had paid for first class tickets, yet here was this stranger?not even a crew member?ordering Bill around as though he were the pilot or something.
"OK. Ok. I won't get up," Bill said hurriedly to the man above him.
"What's happening?" Fran asked.
The darkly handsome man still standing beside them glanced down at her and his eyes riveted on her face. The intensity of his look almost threw her back deep against the seat. She had rarely felt such a power in anyone's gaze and this man was staring directly at her. What was happening to her? She felt a sense of confusion welling over her previous feeling of well being. Just moments before she had returned the frankly speculative smile of the distinguished looking gentleman who had hesitated in the aisle beside her while Bill was still asleep, and now this violent?almost sexual?reaction to this man standing over them now.
Bill sat rigidly in his seat as the stranger started to move away, his hand still bulging in his jacket pocket.
"What's happening?" Fran implored once more.
The swarthy-complexioned man turned and said, "This plane is being flown to another destination. You will not be arriving in Miami quite as soon as you planned. We hope the change in flight plans will cause you no great inconvenience. Please, just keep quiet and cooperate with us, and you have nothing to fear. You are in good hands."
The man's eyes burned into hers once more as he glanced quickly down the length of her body, pressed, frightened down in her seat. Then he turned again and walked back toward the front of the plane.
"That's a pistol that guy has in his pocket," whispered Bill, his voice nervous. "We've been hijacked!"
Fran sat back nervously. She was frightened, but a part of her secretly thrilled at the prospect of being flown to an unknown destination. Just hours ago she had been preparing early morning coffee in the familiar kitchen of their suburban home back in Ohio, and now this was happening to her. She shuddered at the thought of what else the man with the piercing eyes might have in store for them, realizing that things were beginning to happen to her that she had never before imagined possible. And most confusing to her was that she was feeling things when these men had stared at her that she knew she should not allow herself, a happily married woman, to feel.
CHAPTER THREE
Fran and Bill did not talk as the plane flew on over the open water below. There was nothing to say. In the seat behind, Liz slept on still unaware of what was happening to them. They felt it best not to wake her. For, after all, what good would it do? Like the few other passengers who were now aware that the plane would land in some place other than Miami, they sat rigid in their seats and waited. The subtle, but obvious now, presence of the hijackers, led by the man who had stood and looked so long and hungrily at Fran, enforced a heavy silence on everyone in the first class section as they sat waiting tensely in their seats.
As she felt the plane begin to lose latitude, Fran peered out her window once again. Still nothing but blue water beneath. Soon the no smoking signs went on and the pilot's voice was heard over the loud speaker.
"Please fasten your safety belts and prepare for landing," they heard him say. "We do not expect any problems, but it may be a bit rough. Please remain seated until told to do otherwise."
Fran and Bill looked at each other in fearful anticipation. Fran turned and saw that Liz had been awakened by the pilot's voice.
"Some men have taken over the plane. We're not landing in Miami. But don't worry, they seem very polite and Bill thinks everything will be all right as long as we all cooperate," Fran whispered over the back of her seat to her startled younger sister.
"Did I hear what I think I just heard you say, Fran?" asked Liz leaning forward.
"That's right, Liz. They even have pistols," added Fran.
"But Al's waiting for us at the airport in Miami... " murmured Liz, frightened now.
"Well, he'll have to wait longer, because we're landing somewhere else," answered her sister. "But let's not worry until we find out what they want to do with us."
Fran looked out her window again and saw waves breaking onto a rocky coast with what looked like a flat green jungle behind. Soon she could see what appeared to be an airstrip below. It seemed to be a long slash of red dirt with the green growing close on both sides. She noticed that between the landing strip and the water there was a hill with what appeared to be a large building on it. Then the plane banked and she could see nothing but blue water below again.
The landing seemed routine, although it was slightly bumpy as the pilot had warned that it might be. The plane stopped at the end of the runway and cut its engines. For a minute there was frightened silence, but almost immediately the man who had led Bill back to his seat opened the door from the cockpit and appeared once more at the front of the aisle.
"My name is Ramon, just Ramon," the man said firmly. "Please obey me and you will not be unduly troubled. Now please leave the plane as the stewardesses direct you. Bring along what you have in the cabin here with you, and once outside just follow my men. No talking and no questions please. Everything will be explained to you in a few minutes. But remember to follow the instructions I just gave you exactly. We are all armed and we mean business."
A murmur of surprise and dismay swept the length of the plane, but everyone immediately began to get up and make their way to the exits where the stewardesses were already waiting. Fran watched the Cuban who had called himself Ramon, fascinated, as he turned and disappeared first from the plane.
Bill helped his wife and sister-in-law down the shaky wooden steps that had been pushed up against the aircraft, and once on the ground they could see nothing but the dirt runway surrounded by green vines and banana trees. The passengers ahead of them were already disappearing into the lush greenery onto a narrow trail that seemed to lead off to nowhere. There was no alternative but to follow. They noticed three or four of Ramon's men standing menacingly near the entrance to the trail.
"Oh Bill, where are they taking us?" Fran whispered in a low frightened voice.
"I don't know, honey. But it doesn't look as though we have much choice but to do what they tell us," answered her worried husband.
Liz followed her sister and brother-in-law, stunned at what was happening to her. Al was back there in Miami waiting for her! How she wished that he was here with her now.
As they approached the path that led off into the banana plantation, Fran glanced behind once more. She saw that one of the other passengers, the man who looked like a diplomat, was being hurried away separately by a heavy-set bullet-headed guard with a large German shepherd on a leash.
"What are they going to do with him," she wondered half outloud. She strangely hoped that they would not harm him.
They soon saw that the path they all were following led directly up the hill, and within minutes they found themselves in a beautiful tropical garden dominated by the large building that Fran had noticed from the air. The building appeared to be a slightly dilapidated, but luxurious, old resort hotel. Near the middle of the garden they noticed a large swimming pool, filled and clean. It looked extremely refreshing to Fran after the eventful flight and the strong sun beating down on her felt wonderful, in spite of their precarious flight.
In the garden behind the pool they could see attractive-looking cabanas spread at random through the lush flowers and tropical trees. Ahead was the main entrance to the hotel. They followed the other passengers into the wide front door and found themselves standing in a large open lobby. The hotel looked completely empty except for the group of passengers who waited fearfully with Ramon's men facing them in the middle of the lobby.
The hi-jack leader, himself, was already there. Fran saw his eyes fix on her as soon as she entered. She did not like the hungry way that he stared at her, nor did she care for her own almost sensual reaction to his gaze... afterall, she was a married woman. As soon as all the passengers and crew were assembled in the lobby, the hi-jack leader came forward, staring at them sternly, and spoke in careful English.
"We are sorry to have inconvenienced you," he began, looking more arrogant than sorry, "but it was necessary for us to do so because of one passenger who is no longer among you?you will be assigned rooms and eat as guests in our dining room. Nothing unpleasant will happen to the rest of you; we will try to make you as comfortable as possible under the circumstances, and we hope you will make the best of the situation. But I must warn you that you must not leave the grounds of the hotel for any reason! We hope you will cooperate with us and enjoy your stay." He smiled thinly and added, "My name, for those of you who were asleep when I made the announcement, is Ramon, this is my Lieutenant, Hans." He gestured toward the heavyset man holding the German Shepherd, standing at attention behind him.
Throughout his short speech, Fran felt that the hi-jack leader had been talking directly to her. She had not been able to ignore the way his eyes bored into her everytime she lifted hers. She hoped that Bill had not noticed.
Fran was uncomfortable at what was happening to her. That morning she had been firm and secure, making coffee in the modern kitchen of their comfortable home far away in Cleveland, Ohio. Now she was standing here in this strange place so very far away from all that she was accustomed to. And this handsome man was staring at her more hungrily than she could remember any man ever looking at her before in her life.
She grasped Bill's arm hard, wishing that right now they were being whisked away in her sister's boyfriend's car to their hotel in Ft. Lauderdale instead of being here, at the mercy of these awful men.
When Ramon finished, he directed everybody to the hotel desk to be assigned their rooms. Fran and Bill found that they were to be given one of the cabanas outside just beyond the pool, and that Liz would be occupying a single room adjoining. They took their keys and walked there through the quiet fragrance of the garden.
Bill opened the hand-carved wooden door gingerly and they could see immediately that at least they were going to be very comfortable. It looked as good as any hotel room in which Fran had ever stayed. Their luggage had even been brought there from the plane, for Fran could see their bags resting on carved stands waiting for them at the foot of the immense double bed. The air conditioner had even been turned up, and Fran found it pleasantly cool as she moved to Bill to give him a lingering kiss.
"Bill, darling. This is all like a dream," she said, somewhat in awe.
"More like a nightmare to me," he replied. "But then we certainly can't complain about the accommodations, can we?"
He kissed her back hard and passionately before pulling back.
"I'd better check next door to see if Liz is okay," he said.
"While you're gone, I'm going to freshen up in the shower and get out of this winter dress," Fran said.
"I'd like to freshen you up myself, honey," he countered. "Don't run away, I'll be right back."
CHAPTER FOUR
Fran already felt refreshed when she heard Bill returning. She was drying herself briskly with one of the giant towels she had found waiting for her on a glass shelf just outside the shower. The water had felt wonderful on her nervous, tired body and she tingled now from the rubbing she was giving herself. The fact that their plane had been hijacked and that they were here as prisoners in this strange place was on her mind, but she felt too tired, and too good after the shower, to worry.
Besides, they were here together, she and Bill. In spite of the fact that they were not actually in Ft. Lauderdale as they had planned, they were here in the sun and Bill, her adoring husband Bill, was coming to her. Away together without the pressure of his insurance office, perhaps they would be able to find each other as they never had before. Fran wanted to try. She knew she was a beautiful woman. She sensed too that she could be a perfect wife in all ways to her husband if he would only allow them the time they needed to seal the sexual part of their life together.
"Everything all right, Fran?" Bill called through the closed bathroom door.
"I'll be right out, darling," Fran answered happily.
She liked the feel of the soft giant towel around her and, glancing at herself in the full-length mirror, decided also that she liked the way its deep green color showed off the radiance of her hair and skin. She felt the nipples on her full, firmly rounded breasts harden involuntarily and quickly wrapped the towel around herself just above them before opening the bathroom door to greet her husband.
"Honey, you look real happy," Bill said, walking quickly toward her, stripping his shirt as he came.
"I am. I'm very happy. We may not be where we planned, but we're still on vacation," murmured Fran as her husband looked with obvious anticipation along the length of her smoothly curved young body.
For the moment he had forgotten too that they were the prisoners of Ramon and his men here in the isolated splendor of the hotel and its garden. After leaving his wife as she was on her way to the shower, he had knocked gently at Liz's room next door. Getting no response, he had tried the door and found it open. He had entered quietly to see Liz's lithe form just emerging from her bathroom. She was completely naked from her ripely fleshed tits to her pouting, little, golden-haired cunt. Not as quickly as she might have, she retreated to reappear in a light cotton robe. But the sight of her nakedness excited Bill and he had found it difficult to conceal his erection from her as she came back in her robe to sit on her bed while they talked. His eyes had followed the long, tapered gracefulness of her young legs as she crossed them primly while smiling up at him.
And now, right after that, in his own room just next door to Liz's, here was her slightly older sister, his wife, looking as eager as he could ever remember her looking since their honeymoon two years before. Perhaps she was right, perhaps this time away from the office was what both of them needed. And even though they were not signed into the Marina Hotel in Ft. Lauderdale at which he had arranged first class accommodations, they still were, as Fran said, on vacation.
"I'm glad you like me this way, darling," Fran breathed. The soft whirring of the air-conditioner was the only sound in the room now.
Bill did not answer but reached rapidly for his wife, pulling the towel from her still slightly damp nakedness. He kissed her roughly as he guided her back firmly toward the side bed.
"Be gentle, Bill. Please be gentle." her voice sounded small to her as she lay back and watched her husband stripping off the rest of his clothes hurriedly and moving to tower over her with his desire-hardened penis standing out in naked erection in front of him. Fran's eyes riveted on it as she smokily watched the excited throbbing of the blood-filled head.
"Oh, darling," she moaned passionately, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he moved over her, pressing her thighs wide apart with his knees as he did so.
"Darling, you feel so wonderful lying between my legs like this," Fran whispered into his ear, grinding the smoothness of her naked belly up against him.
Bill pushed his hands down beneath her hips, cupping the fullness of her firmly rounded buttocks in the palms of his hands and pulling the soft, hair-covered triangle of her loins tight up against his rigid cock. He could feel the heated dampness already beginning to seep from the slightly quivering lips of her vagina as his hardened cock pressed into the tiny open slit. The pressure of his sperm building in his balls was almost unbearable.
"Slowly, darling," Fran pleaded.
But the red bulbous tip of his prick stood ready at the entrance of her vaginal lips and in abrupt, unexpected abandon he flicked his hips forward with a sudden, almost cruel, thrust that drove his lust-hardened rod of flesh spearing into the tight, hair-fringed mouth of her soft, vulnerably open pussy.
Bill began fucking hard into her willing, but still fearfully contracting cunt, forcing his lust-thickened cock deeper still into the softness of his wife's belly and at the same time pulling her buttocks up higher into his driving hips. His balls slapped noisily up against their smooth, upturned cheeks as the blunt cudgel of his prick ground mercilessly into her.
Fran strained under him, trying to arch her loins even higher toward him, her vagina beginning only now to seep wetness around the cruelly piercing hardness sunk deep up into the tightness of her belly. She tried to drive herself toward a frenzy of sexual excitement using every straining muscle in her tortured body to meet the rapid demands of her husband's huge cock as it fucked methodically in and out of her wide stretched cunt.
Fran moaned in an unending series of sounds under her husband's unbridled assault, and an exquisite pleasure was growing warmly in the quivering sheath of her vagina which slid smoothly now back and forth over his rhythmically thrusting penis. The fleshy slapping sound he made each time he slammed her body down into the broad mattress echoed flatly throughout the room. He surged forward like a bulldozer moving soft earth out of its path, harder and harder until they were both wildly fucking against each other, smacking belly against belly.
Pleasure seeped strongly all the way to Fran's raw nerve-ends. It began to ripple crazily through her pussy and up out of her fleece-lined vaginal lips, dancing like fire across her wildly trembling thighs and up the full length of her wide-splayed legs, circling around inside her toes and making them curl tightly against the balls of her feet. It worked its way up from her excitedly rippling stomach through her rib cage and out the tips of her rigid little nipples, sensitive now even to the air of the strange, cool room around them.
Bill fucked into her like a madman, and even through her growing abandon Fran could feel that, as usual, he was on the verge of cumming in her just as she was growing to greater excitement there under him still far from satisfied herself.
"Darling, don't cum yet. I need you longer," she pleaded.
Her husband plunged on, seemingly heedless of her desperate pleas. Even through the delicious cloud of his heatedly throbbing presence deep inside her, she realized that unless she did something, this passionate beginning should soon end in the same way it always ended back in Cleveland. So she abruptly forced herself to lie quiet and be still in the face of her husband's rampaging penetration of her. He stopped.
"Fran, baby, what's wrong?" Bill grunted, breathing hard as he now braced himself above her.
"Darling, it's me here with you. Wait for me, Bill. Please wait for me to finish too," Fran implored.
Abruptly Bill withdrew his throbbing penis, pulling thin soft ridges of her pink vaginal flesh out with it. Its surging head was wet and glistening with the juices of her arousal. Then he fell back to the far side of the bed, covering his eyes with one upraised arm. Fran could see his erection softening, as he lay there silently.
His mind was in confusion at his wife's new, more intense demands on him, and at the fact that while they were apparently on the tropical holiday they had looked forward to for so long, they were actually the prisoners of that Cuban, Ramon, and his men. But most of all he was confused at himself for his instant response to the sight of her tantalizingly young sister's lushly naked body before him in her room next door just a few minutes earlier. Remembering Liz now vividly, his penis sprang out into full erection again, and he turned once more to his waiting wife.
"Oh God," Fran gasped as he crawled up between her open thighs and his hands slipped under the firmly rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them and straining his cock forward to teasingly part the softly curling strands of her sparse blonde pubic hair and renew his assault. Again his heatedly pulsating penis began worming its way deeply into the warm, wet walls of her unresisting vagina. Then, with all the strength of his hips and thighs, he thrust powerfully forward.
Fran moaned incoherently and wrapped her smoothly tapered legs up around his hips as he thrust deep into her again. Triumphantly he began his heavy rhythm, bucking deeper into her now than before. She eagerly pulled her legs lower and hooked her heels behind his knees and, with a low animal-like groan, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his mouth tightly down to mash wetly against hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into her lips with soft, sensuously wanton mewling sounds.
With each jerk, the huge, blood-engorged head of Bill's penis seemed to burrow deeper into her. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she would be ripped in half from this giant, desire-hardened cock imbedded so far up into her eagerly welcoming belly. Bill's wildly plunging length felt as though it was coming out her throat as its fiery blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix. It felt alive inside her! The thin, heavily-ridged folds of flesh along its trunk, the tickling hairs of his balls slapping down in the naked crevice of her upturned buttocks were part of her. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the blood inflated head of her husband's burgeoning cock. The dilated little cuntal lips between the thin, hair-lined vaginal split pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down his cock for several inches and then nibbling hotly back up again, tangling his moistened pubic hair against her own softly curling strands.
Fran strained her nakedly perspiring body up against him, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her own thrusts up against his relentless efforts becoming more urgent. Through her passion, Fran tasted the saltiness of her own blood as she bit hard into her lower lip, intensely concentrating on making the sexual act everything that she knew it could be with her husband.
Bill knew she was straining to cum. He felt the juices of her milking vagina begin to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out movement as she ground her heated cunt even harder against him, arching her back far off the now rumpled bed. She bucked against him wildly.
"Oh God, yes, yes. I think I'm cumming darling, I think I'm cumming," Fran groaned as her body began trembling uncontrollably.
The young wife's head flailed from side to side, wildly, her mouth open in abandon. Once more, she swung her thighs up, even higher this time, and clasped Bill's hips with the back of her calves, winding her shapely tapering legs all the way up and around his hard-driving body. Her ankles were locked tightly together high on his back as she spiraled her ravenously hungry pussy up the full length of his slippery, throbbing shaft.
Her body fucked back insanely against her husband's own wild fucking motions. She knew she was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Tiny relentless devils danced deep in her belly, probing the hot, tingling walls of her cunt with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for the end?so close this time.
Bill's lust-maddened cock, pistoning in a mercilessly hard pounding motion in and out of the slippery flesh of his blonde young wife's now frantically clinging pussy, was throbbing as though it had a life of its own. He was beyond thought, beyond worry, beyond reason as his lips curled back from his teeth. He could feel every fleshy ridge of her hot, fiery cunt wrapped tightly around his driving cock. The pressure was intense. They bucked wildly, ricocheting off each other's bodies like straining machines in collision. Their sweat-matted pubic hairs slammed and tangled teasingly together as Bill fucked her beneath him in total, mindless abandon.
Fran pitched herself at her husband's sweat-drenched body almost as though to hurl him off her from the bed. The cords of her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign.
"I know I'm cumming, darling! Harder?fuck me harder! Oh God, don't stop!" she wailed. With intensified vigor, Bill continued his rearing attack on her twisting body below. The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.
Then, abruptly as ever, it happened.
Bill's face came rushing at hers like a spent demon's. His mouth clamped tightly down on hers and he began a low, long groan that rose to a whining shout as he spewed his hotly squirting sperm deep up into Fran's wildly contracting belly which was still pitching in a ravenous hunger of its own below him.
Fran could feel her husband's cum flood into her in great gushing torrents. His penis was jerking smaller with each white hot spurt yet she was still an instant away.
"Wait, wait, please wait for me," she groaned in helpless desperation.
Bill grunted something in reply that she did not understand.
Frantically Fran squeezed her buttocks up against a wilting penis that within the instant of his groaning spasms seemingly had lost its mastery over her passion-aroused emotions. But it was useless. As she pounded her heels against the back of her husband's now relaxed legs, he rolled from between her still hungrily trembling thighs with an empty sigh and again lay beside her with his arm covering his eyes.
It could have been minutes that Fran lay there as though alone, it could have been seconds. Then, with an expression of near-anger on her tortured face, she spread her legs wide apart and grasped herself, wildly fingering at the soft, unfulfilled walls of the still greedily pulsating slit between her thighs. She fingerfucked into her sperm-drenched pubic hair greedily, eagerly trying to reach again the feeling that Bill's now limply useless cock had aroused in her before.
Her mind was a blank with only flashes of her own inability to release what her husband had come so close to detonating up in her open vagina. She did it, feeling her anger growing with the knowledge that Bill wouldn't even help her with this.
And then her struggling attempts were interrupted by a knock on the door, Fran froze.
Bill rolled to one elbow and muttered, "That must be Liz."
Collecting his pants on the way, he stumbled clumsily off the bed.
Fran found herself reaching down to draw the top sheet up to cover her still hungrily quivering body as Bill made his way tiredly to the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
The sun felt glorious and partially calmed Fran's still nervous body as she lay on her stomach alongside her husband, who was between the two sisters. All of them were stretched comfortably on fresh beach mats that they had found in their rooms. Fran stared into the bright blue depths of the pool whose edge lay just beyond her chin as the other passengers and some of the crew frolicked and lounged in the sun around her.
The young wife had forgotten how good the sun could feel after endless months of gray winter at home in Cleveland. There was nothing, nothing at all she felt, that could go too terribly wrong as long as they could just lie in sun like this. Even their sexual problems could be ironed out.
Thinking back on what had happened to Bill and her in the bedroom just before Liz had knocked on their door looking for someone to join her at the pool, Fran rationalized that her husband's inadequate performance had been just nervousness. And for that matter, she had been overwrought herself! It certainly wasn't every day in her life that she and Bill boarded a plane for their first vacation since the honeymoon. And it surely wasn't every day that they found themselves hi-jacked and prisoners in a strange but beautiful setting such as the one she surveyed now.
The garden around them was magnificent. She had never seen anything like it in her life. She could not have begun to name the dozens of varieties of large, incredibly colorful tropical flowers that seemed to be everywhere. Their scents mingled pleasantly with the warm salty smell of her own sun-drenched body stretched long and lazily in her scant bikini.
She had bought this brief bright-patterned bikini almost a whole year ago, but had never had the chance to wear it before now because Bill said that it was simply too much to be seen in around the country club pool at home. And she had another new one cut just like it in her luggage, in even brighter colors.
From where she lay she could see up the wide steps of the hotel and right into the lobby. Squinting to see further into the cool shadows inside, she wondered if Ramon, their captor, was standing there somewhere inside watching them; "watching me", she mentally said, feeling guilty. If he had stared at her so hard when she was in her traveling clothes, she tried to imagine what his look would be like if he were to see her now, her curvaceous young body in her almost naked skimpy new bikini.
The young wife reached back to her shoulders and pushed the thin straps down her arms; she felt the bra of the suit drop gently an inch or two so that her nipples were almost bared to the beach mat. The sun warmed her back all the way down to her spine; it beat through the flimsy material of her swim suit panties, and she could feel the sun's direct rays reaching far up the half-nakedness of her buttocks. Sensing someone's eyes on her, Fran lifted her head slightly and the motion caused her bra top to gape open, revealing the little brown aureoles of her ripely dangling breasts.
High in his executive suite, Ramon gasped with pleasure as he saw the soft fleshiness of the young American wife's tits. They were even better than he had suspected. He continued to study her with high-powered binoculars until she turned over to speak to her husband beside her. Reluctantly, the hi-jack leader took the binoculars from his eyes, placed them carefully on the table beside him, and returned to his desk where he began once more to run down the passenger list one of his men had secured from the cockpit of the diverted airliner.
Back down by the pool, Fran was beginning to feel a certain resentment at being left out of the conversation between Liz and Bill. The two of them acted as if they were the husband and wife, and she was just the sister. Finally she rudely cut into the conversation, "Bill?"
"Yes, honey, what is it?" he replied somewhat vexed, and not turning his head to face his questioning wife.
"How long do you think they'll keep us here?" she asked.
"Fran, I don't know any more than you do," he answered.
"Al's just going to be worried sick," commented Liz languidly, yawning like a contented well-fed kitten.
"Don't worry," Bill said, patting the girl's shoulder, "they'll tell him at Miami International what happened. After all, planes are hijacked all the time, and nothing serious ever goes wrong."
Fran butted in, "If you really believe that, darling, why have you been so jumpy ever since Ramon brought you back to your seat in the plane?"
"Well, it's no laughing matter, that's for sure," he replied. "Besides, I have two beautiful women as my responsibility. I'm sure we'll be safe in Miami very soon, but as long as we're still here and we don't have the slightest idea when they'll let us go?or even what they really want to do with us?then I'm going to be a little on the nervous side."
"You know. Bill, I'm so glad that this didn't happen to me when I was traveling alone," Liz said. "I feel so much more secure with you here."
"Don't get the idea that you have a monopoly on that, little sister," said Fran tartly.
"Oh, Fran, of course I meant that I'm glad that since this had to happen it's lucky for me that we're all three here together. I'd be petrified if I'd been on a plane that was hijacked all alone," countered Liz, her hip cocked up provocatively now. With some satisfaction, the younger sister watched Bill studying her almost naked body with interest; his gaze was warm and bold, the boldness coming from the knowledge that his wife, lying behind him, couldn't see his eyes.
Liz's bikini was even briefer than Fran's, because her girl-like, still budding ripeness made the swim suit appear to ride even lower across the flaring buttocks and her upthrust little breasts seemed to be even more exposed than the softly mature fleshiness of her sister.
Bill noted all of these things as he studied the young girl, and as she provocatively met his gaze, he suddenly felt his penis stirring within the confines of his own tight swim suit. Quickly he turned his head and began inspecting his own wife's equally voluptuous body. His erection did not subside. He tried to sort out which alluring image lying in the flesh was the most exciting, and truly was at a loss to decide whether he was most interested in his wife or her younger sister. But after the puzzling events between Fran and him in the bedroom a half an hour before, Bill had to conclude that the fresher and unknown charm of the virginal Liz, lying with one hand resting lightly on her nearly completely naked hip, was what was prompting the swelling of his previously tired penis pressed underneath him on the mat.
"Well, whatever happens to us," Bill spoke, continuing his former train of thought, "these guys are treating us first class at the moment. This is almost like the Garden of Eden."
"I can't help wondering," Fran commented thoughtfully, "if there isn't a snake somewhere in our beautiful garden."
Bill laughed self-consciously, half imagining that his wife's quip might have been at least partially a reference to what had happened to them together such a short time before.
Liz picked up gaily, "But it is a beautiful garden, isn't it, Bill. Just look at all those high trees. And the flowers, I've never seen such flowers."
"No, you won't see anything like this back in Cleveland," he answered, laughing at her exuberance.
The young girl sighed dramatically, "If only Al had been along on the flight, I wouldn't care myself if we didn't leave until I have to get back to college for final exams."
Fran, temporarily gave up trying to compete with her younger sister, and with a toss of her long silken hair she rose to her feet. She looked down briefly on Bill and Liz still prone on their mats below her and said, "I don't know about you two, but I'm going to make some use of this big swimming pool."
"I'll be in with you in a minute," Bill replied, squinting up at her.
"Me, too," added Liz. "But first, I want to get a little more sun before I get wet."
"See you later," Fran said, making a clean dive from the edge. Her graceful form barely splashed the water as her long legs disappeared into its bright blue depths.
"You're good for my sister," said Liz, staring at Bill whose attention had momentarily wavered toward the pool and Fran's swimming figure clearing the water.
He turned back now to stare across at her, a half-smile on his face at the compliment. "She's good for me, too. I'm lucky to have married her."
"You know," Liz went on, "when she was a little girl, and I was even smaller, Fran always said that all she dreamed of was marrying a man just like you. She wanted a man who took care of her and was a success in his work. And she certainly got all that in you. I envy her."
Bill reddened slightly at Liz's obvious admiration, and once again felt a pleasurable sensation tingle down around his balls as his penis began to swell even harder. Why did this younger but near carbon copy of his wife arouse him so easily, he wondered. Perplexed, and beginning to feel some discomfort from his rapidly growing erection, he turned his head away from the exciting view of Liz's long sleek hip and pouting pubic mound so enticingly outlined beneath her suit.
The young girl understood all too well, and she flushed with obvious pleasure as she continued to look with unabashed interest at Bill's muscular back.
Bill felt a jolt of hot excitement shoot through him when his young sister-in-Jaw, Liz, said softly, "Any man who gets next to me is going to have to be just like you."
And then she turned herself and shut her eyes in the luxurious sensuality of the sun, knowing instinctively that she had just issued an invitation?her first ever! She was inviting her own older sister's husband to fuck her, to make her a woman!
Liz barely heard his muffed answer to her compliment, "That goes for me too, baby, because I envy the hell out of any man who gets next to you."
"I do envy her," the young girl repeated, her voice husky-dramatic.
Bill heard and froze with increased excitement at the presence of this beautiful young girl so close to him, yet so untouchable. Jesus, she was just a kid! He shouldn't have these feelings about his sister-in-law. Knowing he was on tricky ground, the man didn't answer the girl's last comment, and as a result they both lay there without speaking, facing in opposite directions.
Fran had felt an instant relief as her dive enveloped her in the warm depths of the pool. She let her own momentum carry her down deep close to its sloping bottom. Holding her breath tightly, she began to swim peacefully through its blue, lower silence. She liked to swim under water because there she felt so free. She swam almost the whole length of the pool, and then, pushing herself from the bottom with a powerful spring with her sensuously long legs, she surged toward the air in a flurry of silver bubbles. Near the surface, her entire body was jarred and she scraped against a hairy chest just below the water. Then she was standing erect, her head above the surface. "Oh! I'm so sorry," she blurted out, attempting to clear the water from her eyes. She instantly realized that an adjustment was necessary to the top of her suit, for the bra had nearly fallen from her firmly swelling breasts in the collision. Decent again after pulling it up, she looked up and recognized the person she had just hit as the distinguished looking gentleman who had first smiled at her on the plane, the man who Ramon's henchmen had whisked away separately after they had landed.
"I'm sorry, that was clumsy of me," she repeated.
"Don't apologize, my dear," the man said in a deep, English-accented, educated voice, "It isn't every day one has a beautiful mermaid surfacing in front of him!" He smiled deep into her eyes, "I must confess, though, that bumping into you is one accident I have been hoping would happen. I know we haven't been formally introduced, and I have been given strict instructions that I cannot reveal my full name or title... " He looked around to make sure no one was listening, then grinned?almost conspiratorially?and continued, "... but my name is Charles, that's all I can tell you. Just Charles. And yours?"
"Fran. Fran Williams." She wondered why she had omitted the "Mrs." before her name.
"And I suppose that other attractive girl who seems to be with you and your companion is your sister?"
"Yes, that's Liz," the young wife answered almost shyly in the face of the man's impressive continental manner.
"Well, Fran, I'm extremely happy to have had this chance to talk with you, especially since you're an extraordinarily beautiful woman," he said speaking in the mellow tones of someone who did not make such statements lightly.
"Thank you," she laughed, half-embarrassed. "You know, though, I feel silly calling you Charles, I... I mean... you're obviously someone very important."
"No, no one that important, my dear, so do call me Charles?please!" He lowered his voice. "But I really must apologize, because if I hadn't been on that plane, all of you would be in Miami now. Those men wanted only me." He shrugged ruefully. "And now they have not only me, but several dozen other people as well." The man looked distressed, concerned that he had caused so many good people so much trouble.
"They... they aren't going to hurt you? Are they?" Fran blurted the question out, knowing her eyes had grown wide.
The mysterious man smiled warmly down at her, "No. They only need information from me?and want me out of the way until an election is over. They shan't harm me, I shouldn't think. Nor will they harm any of you; they wouldn't dare." He stared off in the distance, momentarily lost in his own thoughts.
With the sure instinct of a woman, Fran sensed that he was a very lonely man. She imagined that beyond his compliments to her as a woman, he was happy to have the chance to talk with someone. And for her, too, it was a relief from her own tensions just to be here in this comfortable pool talking to an important man who found her attractive.
A sudden thought hit the voluptuous young wife, "Charles? If they hijacked us just to get you, why are you here at the pool with the rest of us? Is it safe for you?" She asked it quietly, already entering in the conspiratorial tone of his confidence in telling her the reason for their plight.
"They have us all very well guarded," he replied. "There's absolutely nothing I nor any of the rest of you can do about getting away. They've told me that I'm free to do anything I wish, because there's no way that any of us can get outside the hotel grounds. I'm forbidden only to speak of certain matters."
At this point another swimmer surfaced nearby and stopped to appraise Fran's body openly. Fran recognized this fat, leering man as Hans, the man Ramon had called his "lieutenant".
Charles sensed her discomfort at being stared at and asked quietly, "If you have no objections, may I suggest that we continue our conversation in private with a little stroll through the garden?"
"Yes, that would be nice," she answered quickly, relieved to get away from the looks the man named Hans was giving her. "I'll tell the others that I'll be right back. Then I'll meet you by the diving board, all right?"
"Fine, I'll see you in a minute then."
Fran turned, ignoring the insolent stares of the intruder, and swam gracefully back toward Bill and her sister who appeared to be completely absorbed in their own conversation with one another at the other end of the pool.
CHAPTER SIX
Fran sensed at once, as soon as she and Charles left the sunny area of the pool for the leafy depths of the surrounding garden, that he had more in mind than just speaking with her privately about their situation with the hijackers. It was obvious the diplomat was attracted to her, and wickedly, she liked the feeling. Walking along quietly next to him, she could feel the weight of his frankly speculative gaze upon her, and it was as excitedly unnerving as it had been the first time many hours before in the plane when he had hesitated in the aisle opposite her seat. What a terribly handsome and interesting man he was, she thought. So worldly, so different from Bill and their friends at home.
Her mind was in a daze, and she really didn't feel like herself. So much had happened. Charles choosing her to confide in, and then the even more emphatic interest that Ramon, the leader of the hijackers, had shown towards her. But was she imagining all this, she wondered? Was it just that the excitement of everything that had happened was going to her head? Whatever the reason, it was exciting for her, and she didn't feel too badly about the attention she was getting considering the way Liz and Bill had been acting.
She was close to anger?feeling a certain jealousy?because Liz was obviously flirting, and Bill was acting like a teenager?instead of a husband. As she and Charles reached an opening in the garden, she glanced back over her shoulder at her sister and husband, still lying on their mats at the poolside and talking, talking, talking. For an instant Fran wished with all her heart that she and Bill were at home in Cleveland, that they had never taken that particular flight to Miami, that none of this had ever happened.
"You seem to be worried about something? Charles said, sounding concerned.
"I'm sorry," she replied quickly, forcing herself to smile. "So much has been going on, that I'm a little confused."
The debonair gentleman took Fran's arm lightly as they walked deeper into the tropical lushness of the garden. There seemed to be flowers everywhere, and giant leafy vines reached up into the high trees that shaded everything.
"I can only say again, that since it is because of me that you are being kept here, I feel it my duty to do everything I can to help you. Please think of me as your friend, your good friend," he spoke gently as Fran looked up at him.
Charles stopped and turned toward her, looking down at her, without speaking. The naive young housewife felt almost giddy under his gaze. His face seemed to be drawing closer when suddenly they both heard footsteps on the pebbled path. Guiltily, they moved apart and looked back to see the hijack leader striding rapidly toward them. "I'm afraid, Charles, that you are overstepping the conditions of parole we agreed on," an angry Ramon said firmly as he reached them. "Return to your room right away and stay there until I tell you otherwise. I hope you won't force me to take more unpleasant steps."
Charles inclined his head in acknowledgement of the order, then made a little bow to Fran, "My apologies, Madam, but I must take my leave."
"Now what is it that the two of you find so important to talk about?" demanded the hi-jack leader of Fran, even though Charles was still in ear-shot.
"We were talking about the flowers and about ourselves. After all we'd never met before until a few minutes ago in the pool," Fran said defiantly, feeling anger at his insulting tone of voice.
"Oh, is that so?" said Ramon.
"Yes, it is. And personally, I think his concern for our well-being and safety is more sincere than yours." She said it, then almost immediately wished she held her tongue. After all, the hi-jack leader had made sure everyone was comfortable.
"This man you have just been talking with is very important to us," said Ramon, his voice suddenly becoming gentle, almost as if he were speaking to a recalcitrant child. "We must know exactly what is going on every minute of the time with all of you who have been brought here. We already know a great deal about some of the passengers. For example, your name is Frances Boardman Williams. You're 24, birthday is January 17th. You were born in Chicago, Illinois. Your home is at 3661 Benton Road in Shaker Heights. Your parents are Mr. and Mrs. John Stephens of Route Two, Day, Ohio.
You're travelling with your husband, William, and your sister, Elizabeth. Do you want information about them also? Now, I ask again! How long have you know Charles?"
"But... but," Fran sputtered, "I'd never talked to him before in my life, not until he said something to me in the pool just now." Mentally she was reeling from his unexpected knowledge of her. She supposed the information came from her passport, but still?what an incredible memory he must have.
Ramon stared at her for a long time, then said, "You may be telling the truth. Still, though, I think you'd better come with me to my office and answer a few more questions."
Fran had no alternative but to follow the darkly handsome man as he led her down another path, away from the pool.
The voluptuous young woman was not only frightened, but perplexed as well at Ramon's reaction at finding Charles talking to her. Whatever was going on was obviously beyond her, and Fran felt sure in her own mind that she had nothing at all to fear from Ramon. But still the uncertainty and apprehension clung to her.
Ramon opened another door just inside the hotel entrance, and Fran found herself in a small cage elevator which creaked and groaned to the hi-jack leader's penthouse office. At the top, they stepped out and he gestured toward a large white leather couch?at least ten feet long?near the window. "Sit down," he ordered, then stood staring at the ripe sensual lushness of her body so enticingly revealed in the scant bikini.
She thought he seemed less on edge here, less authoritative, and relaxed herself as a result. Finally she saw him nod, as if satisfied she was telling the truth, then he moved behind a large bar and took two frosted glasses from a small refrigerator. These were filled with a liberal amount of white rum and a red tropical fruit juice. Picking up what appeared to be a bitters bottle, he shook a few drops of the dark brown liquid into one drink but did not allow any of the extract to enter the second glass.
"We'll talk now," he said, handing her the doctored drink, then moved easily to his chair behind the desk and sat down facing her. He lifted his glass, "To friendship and truth."
Fran echoed the toast then drank thirstily of the cool beverage. It tasted wonderfully invigorating and not at all like an alcoholic cocktail. The rum hit her empty stomach and began glowing with a deep pleasing warmth.
Ramon put his own drink down on the desk and made an arch out of his outstretched fingers. "Now, I'm convinced that you and Charles were just having a friendly talk. But under the circumstances I have no choice but to be absolutely sure that no information of interest to us was passed between you."
"I've told you," Fran said convincingly, "that he started talking to me in the swimming pool. I'd never met him before in my life: and even if I had, there's nothing we could have said to each other that would make any difference. You have us all here and obviously aren't going to let us go on to Miami until you're ready to. And frankly, I'm too scared to try to play games with your men, all I want to do is go home."
"Look, you have no reason to fear anything. Haven't we treated you well? As for leaving, I think you'll be permitted to go tomorrow or the day after."
"You say that, but how do we know if we can trust you?"
"You must trust me," he answered, smiling through the arch of his fingers.
"Fine, but then you trust me when I tell you that Charles and I weren't talking about anything important," Fran countered.
"Touche," Ramon laughingly said, and lifted his glass. "What were you talking about?"
"Charles apologized to me for being the reason, as he put it, that we were all being kept here," answered Fran. "Nothing more."
"Are you sure that's all?" questioned Ramon.
"Yes".
"Well there's no harm in that, but the danger is that now you know of our interest in Charles, your husband, sister, or all three of you may try to do something foolish to obstruct us from gaining his cooperation."
"But we're just three people who left this morning for a vacation in Miami," pleaded Fran draining her glass. "We don't even know who he is or why you want him. He could be a criminal for all we know."
Ramon threw back his head and laughed loudly. "I wish I had a recording of that statement. It would cause hilarity from Buenos Aires to Ottawa. No, Charles is no criminal. A bit cunning like one,". He stopped smiling. "A bit too cunning sometimes for his own good, "but no criminal."
"I am not going to do anything that would keep me from getting to Miami as soon as possible," Fran said emphatically. She heard her own voice and it sounded much louder than she had intended.
"All right, I believe you. Besides, you're much too beautiful to lie." He stared at her, his eyes seeming to grow larger and larger until that really was all Fran could see?his eyes.
The young American woman sat quietly on the couch, confused now as she felt herself drawn to and instinctively trusting this darkly handsome man across the room. Everything seemed so confusing. So much had happened. She felt strangely lightheaded and wanted this man of strength and power, so obviously in command of the situation, to like her... to believe her.
"Please, if Charles had said anything more to me, I would tell you," she repeated, hearing her own suddenly dreamy sounding voice feeling as if it were coming from someone else. What was happening to her? She felt so strangely relaxed! How friendly the darkly handsome hi-jack leader looked to her, how trustworthy and strong he seemed to be. She felt an urge to tell him everything ? everything she was thinking. "I... I... " she began, then stopped, knowing she was being silly. "Go ahead," Ramon said softly.
"You see," Fran began to speak rapidly, her mind suddenly flooded with a real need to talk to him, "Bill, my husband Bill, and I haven't had a vacation since our honeymoon. I've been wanting for so long to get him away from his work for awhile so that we could have time together. He's always working so hard... "
"I understand. It must be difficult for you." Ramon answered, stealing a glance at her empty glass.
"Well, sometimes... but I don't want to complain. I mean, Bill is a very good husband." She was talking too much, she knew... in fact she felt rather drunk. Nervously she picked up her glass and swirled the ice cubes around.
"Is it that you wish your husband had more time for you?" asked Ramon gently.
"Yes, that's it," said Fran almost in a whisper. "That's it exactly."
"You poor girl," answered Ramon, moving from behind his desk and pressing a concealed button at the same time.
"And there's my sister, who we thought would enjoy the trip to Florida with us! Well, Bill seems to spend more of his time with Liz than he does with me," the young wife protested, feeling more than ever that she had to tell this friendly man everything. He seemed so kind.
"Well, you sister is an attractive girl herself; she doesn't have your mature body or beauty, but it would be hard to blame a man for taking some interest in her."
"But Bill is always in such a hurry," murmured Fran. "And I'm his wife. He should spend more time with me."
Fascinated in her lightheaded dizziness, Fran watched the swarthy commander moving across the room towards her, slowly, as though in a dream. She watched him take a large fluffy bath towel from a chair nearby and suddenly realized she was shivering, chilly from sitting in her damp bathing suit in the air-conditioned room. She could feel goose pimples on her legs.
Ramon sat down quietly beside her and wrapped the soft towel gently around her shoulders. "There now, that should feel better," he whispered against her ear.
The towel felt warm and good, but the goose pimples on her thighs seemed to tingle even more as she felt Ramon's hot breath on her neck when he gently brushed back a strand of her long blonde hair with one hand while placing his other hand softly but finely on her nakedly white thigh. Her drugged brain knew she must not allow him to touch her... but just one moment couldn't matter, and she felt so warm and safe... and good...
"Ramon... no, you mustn't... my husband... " Fran murmured dreamily as his hand began to caress her already traitorously quivering flesh.
His dark, lust-filled eyes devoured the length of her sensuous body, but Fran was oblivious now to everything except the warmth of the thick towel and the thrilling sensations that his caressing hands were sending throughout her entire body. Suddenly, in her drug-induced haze, it was Bill who sat beside her, with time at last to love her as she needed to be loved.
But some far off part of her mind knew it really wasn't Bill?it was a perfect stranger, a man named Ramon, hungrily eager to taste all of her ripe young body, who lifted her to her feet. Fran was only dimly aware of his hands as they pulled the towel from her and in the same smooth motion slid the bottom of her bikini down over the soft sensuous roundness of her buttocks to her ankles below. She felt the cool air against her sensitive vaginal flesh as his hot hands groped at the flimsy bikini top. Fran stood before him, beautiful and unresisting, her drugged mind confusedly thinking that this was Bill who was taking so much time to be gentle with her. She dreamily stroked Ramon's thick black hair as he dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed her back down onto the couch, where she sprawled out limply open.
Ramon slithered forward between her wide-spread thighs?and his warmly wet mouth pressed into the flesh of her smooth white belly. The sudden heated contact of his lips sent a chill racing up her spine and her body arched involuntarily as the eagerly quivering tongue began to probe lower. She had absolutely no idea of what her husband was doing as he lifted her limp, unresisting legs up and draped them back across his shoulders. Instinctively, she clasped her ankles around his neck, imprisoning his ears between the naked flesh of her smooth inner thighs as he spread the silken blonde pubic hair of her cunt outward with his thumbs. Then unexpectedly?ecstatically?he flickered his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her throbbing little vaginal hole.
"Aaaahhh," the drugged young housewife moaned deliriously, unaware now of anything except the delicious touch of the hotly flicking tongue. She shivered wantonly from the sudden electrifying contact of his wetly quivering flesh against the tiny bud of her clitoris. Her ripely flaring hips began moving, as though with a life of their own, in a lewd motion of copulation... slowly at first... then faster and faster... until they were frantically gyrating. Eagerly grasping his head, she tried to pull his hotly probing tongue up inside her love-starved cunt, as her cream-fleshed buttocks ground excitedly down against the couch, and low animal moans of wanton delight escaped from her heaving chest. Oh God! She wanted his tongue?working now like a penis?shoved deep up into her vagina. She had to have it!
But then... then suddenly, through the haze which the drugged drink had induced in her, she looked down in her wild passion at the head which was assaulting her down between her open thighs and realized that this was not Bill, but the dark swarthy man who held them prisoner. Her mind cleared temporarily... almost screaming in terror, she stared down in horrified disbelief at his long, wet tongue lewdly snaking over her quivering vaginal lips. Her head flailed desperately from side to side as she struggled to close her widespread thighs and push his face away, but it was a hopeless battle. Her drugged body was no match for his lust-incited strength and she fell back gasping.
Ramon's dark, handsome face leered at the moistly glistening flesh of her naked vagina as, with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the pink little pussy lips apart, exposing her defenseless slit to the mercy of his gaze. Fran lay frozen to the couch in fear, feeling the shame and humiliation of her earlier encouragement of this perverted act?no man had ever licked her between her legs before, not even Bill... how could she have allowed this to happen? She was as evil and depraved as this man, and she would never be able to face her husband again.
Then, her thoughts shattered. For, with an animal-like groan, Ramon dropped his head and buried the full length of his slipperily swirling tongue deep into the warm, throbbing walls of her vainly resisting pussy. "Oh God! Ooooh, Ooooooh!" she whimpered in horrified disbelief. "Not this! No!" Now that she had regained her senses, this oral attack on her loins was no longer as ecstatic as it had been when she thought Bill was kissing her there. This was a nightmare! He was doing things to her that were more depraved and disgusting than she had ever imagined, yet there was nothing she could do but lie helplessly back and accept his rapacious mouth up between her open thighs. Tears of shame and despair rolled down her hotly flushed face as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her heated cuntal mouth.
Through her revulsion, Fran gradually became aware that tiny waves of forbidden delight were beginning to ripple deep down in her belly. Oh God! She was starting to feel pleasure again! Oh no! The cruel realization of her loss of control hit her with its full impact, and she moaned in shame and fear at the knowledge that her traitorous body was betraying her once more. Clenching her teeth tightly together, she fought with every ounce of her will-power against the tiny licking sparks of ecstasy that threatened to burst into a sudden uncontrollable flame within the powder-keg of her vagina.
She tried to think of her husband and did, regretting it instantly?a picture flashed through her mind of Bill making love to her, his body pounding into her rapidly and without feeling, almost carelessly, his head turned away as though he were ashamed of what he was doing. She glanced down at Ramon, licking in animal-like subservience at her unwillingly aroused cuntal flesh, wanting only to give her pleasure; asking nothing in return! Oh God!
Ramon's eyes were wide open in greedy appreciation as he watched the fevered contortions of the young American wife's face and body as she sought to deny the delight that was wracking her whole being.
With a sudden knowing laugh, he levered her long, helplessly trembling legs back and up, until her knees were pressed against the softly heaving mounds of her full breasts and the whole flat plane of her helpless loins was exposed to his lustful eyes. This will get the beautiful little bitch going, he thought, and flicked the tip of his tongue deep into the tightly puckered little opening of her anus!
Fran jerked at the unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery anal ring. Oh God, what was he doing to her now? Desperately she tried to screw her buttocks away from the hotly worming tongue, but he only stabbed it further up into the tight little mouth of her cringing asshole. Then, with a sudden horror, she realized what he was actually doing.
"OoooohhhhhGod! Don't... Please don't... Oh, Stop!" she tried reaching down between her wide-spread thighs and pushing his voraciously slavering mouth away from her wildly pulsating anus, but it was to no avail.
For even as Fran resisted, she could feel tiny goosebumps rippling across her quivering belly and heaving breasts, and her buttocks jerked back involuntarily to meet the wetly thrusting tongue. Helpless spasms of forbidden delicious, sensation coursed through her raw nerves. The obscene depravity of his attack on her helpless body gave her a strange masochistic pleasure more intense than anything she could remember ever feeling before. Her shamelessly aroused body heaved spasmodically and began a slow, abandoned grinding movement upward against his rapacious tongue?that heatedly quivering tongue which sent wave after wonderful wave of ecstasy surging through her love-hungry loins. Revulsion and humiliation were forgotten, her husband Bill was dismissed?nothing existed now but the maddening tongue teasing hotly up into her rectum and her own wanton desire which was rapidly building to a top-heavy peak.
The Cuban sensed her surrender and with a savage grin withdrew his thick wet tongue, thrusting it once again deep into her wildly throbbing vagina. Soft blonde pubic hairs grazed tantalizingly against his nose and cheeks as she ground her firm white buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up and down against his face. The proud little American woman was good and hot now, he gloated, watching excitedly the abandoned contortions of her face as she clenched her eyes shut and bared her teeth in the ecstatic throes of sexual arousal.
He sank his long tongue deeper and deeper into her moistly throbbing pussy, accelerating his rhythm as he felt the young wife's increasingly passionate writhing. She was moaning now in an agony of forbidden pleasure, low, animal mewls rising from deep within her lust-constricted throat. While his tongue continued to ravage her greedily sucking vagina, he wormed, his middle finger up into the tiny puckered little ring of her asshole.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" Fran screamed as the unexpected attack sent a violent electric thrill racing uncontrollably throughout her body, and then, miraculously, she was there?the wave broke over her and left her screaming in exaltation. "Oh God... YESSS! I'm CUUUMMMMIIING!"
Her body simply convulsed beneath the hi-jack leader's mouth and her insanely quivering thighs fell laxly apart as her head flailed passionately from side to side. She bucked and writhed like a dying wild animal.
Never before in her life had she felt like this! Wave after wave of exquisitely beautiful sensation continued to break over her and there was a churning whirl of colors before her glazed eyes... and then it grew grey and dim and black... and silent... and she collapsed in totally satisfied exhaustion upon the couch.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fran came awake with a start. She glanced in confusion around the strange room until memory of the past hours returned and the tingling excitement again raced through her body. Sleepily, she touched the still warm lips of her vagina with one hand as she rolled over to look around the room once more. The two pieces of her scant bikini were hung over a chair beside the couch where she lay warm and comfortable under the blanket that Ramon had evidently placed over while she slept. The young wife let her eyes close once again and lay there for a few minutes enjoying the newly aroused sensations in her own body. But as her mind grew clearer, her conscience began to pound in guilty horror at the realization of what she had done. Grasping the blanket around her, she abruptly sat upright on the couch.
Propped against the telephone on Ramon's desk was a note with her name on it. Fran tore it open and read: "Thank you. You were beautiful. Turn on the television set before you leave."
Puzzled, Fran found the large-screen TV set in the corner on the other side of the desk and switched it on. Almost instantly the screen was filled with a high angle picture of herself nakedly and obscenely sprawled on the couch with Ramon crouched on his knees on the floor in front of her. Frozen, she watched her own hips gyrating in wanton response to his tongue's eager probings and saw her hands grasping his head to pull his tongue deeper into her, even from that angle, visibly glistening vagina.
What? How? How could he? Why? She clutched the blanket tightly around her shivering body and glanced frantically around the room?her eyes always coming back to the screen. Then she spotted a little metal box at one side of the television?that, she realized instantly must be a tape adapter. With a gasp of dismay, she realized that the obscenities she was watching on the monitor set must be a TV tape that Ramon had filmed secretly! Oh God, it couldn't be true! If Bill saw these pictures, her life was ruined!
With shaking fingers Fran tore at the latch on the side of the television tape adapter, but found to her horror that it was locked. She pounded with her fists and tired to pull it open with her fingernails, but it was closed tightly and its steel lock was impossible for her to force. During this whole time, obscene images of her body salaciously writhing beneath Ramon bombarded her from the screen of the TV set, and she could hear the vile sucking sounds of his voraciously swirling tongue wetly fucking into her wide-open vagina... and worst of all, could even hear her own wanton voice begging the man to go ahead with his horrible act. Frightened at what she saw, and yet beginning to become excited all over again at the sight of herself completely at the mercy of the Cuban's relentless will, she glanced around the room in confusion. There must be a camera! Where was it? Then she saw it's small black lens pointed directly down at the couch from its hiding place in the ornamented chandelier. The microphone must also be hidden somewhere around nearby, she realized. But that didn't matter now! It was too late for anything to matter. How could Ramon have been so diabolical as to have done this to her? What did it all mean?
Suddenly, she heard Ramon's voice clearly addressing her from the TV screen, and whirled around to see an image of herself collapsed in naked satiation on the couch. She watched in fascination the TV picture of Ramon covering her supine form gently with the very blanket that she grasped around herself at this moment. As he straightened up from covering her, she heard him say that he regretted having to make a record of something that he had enjoyed so much, but that in his line of work such precautions were necessary.
"You'll be surprised to see us both like this again," she heard his voice talking to her. "But I am making this television tape of us for a purpose. You see, Charles must be convinced to cooperate with me and my organization. And I have decided that you must be the one to do the convincing. He likes you! And he desires you as a woman. I think that if you are kind to him, he will listen to what you tell him."
Fran shivered in fear and dismay at what she was hearing. Ramon's handsome face seemed to bore into her all over again from the cold, locked distance of the television screen. What did he expect her to do?
"Now my dear Fran, unless you are able to convince Charles to cooperate, I'm afraid I'll be forced to show the most interesting part of this tape to your husband, Bill. That is all I have to say... except for the fact that you are... well, that I have never enjoyed any woman more than you. It is too much to hope that you will ever come to me of your own free will so we can do this again, but I, too, think you are a very desirable woman."
Then the screen went blank.
Fran quickly pulled on her bikini and half ran down the hallway, wanting only to escape from this room and be together with Bill.
Most of the passengers still lay by the pool in the afternoon sun. They dozed and it was obvious that nothing had happened to any of them in her absence, but in the space of that short time, Fran's life had been changed irreparably. Liz was lying where she had last seen her, but she was alone now. Flustered, Fran hurried to her sister's side and dropped quietly to the beachmat beside her.
"Hi," said Fran trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.
"Oh, hi, Sis," Liz said, turning lazily toward her sister and propping herself up on one elbow. She yawned prodigiously. "Where have you been? Bill was looking for you."
Fran closed her eyes, feeling her composure deserting her. "Where is he?"
"Went back to the room?said he was getting too much sun."
Suddenly Fran could no longer maintain her facade of gayness and two big tears rolled down her face. Quickly she turned her face. For a split second Liz was sure the older girl was weeping because she and Bill had been flirting?more than "flirting" actually. Once, about an hour ago, she had wanted him to kiss and caress her so badly that she almost took him to her room, the only thing that kept her by the pool was the fact that she was too inexperienced to figure out a way of getting him to accompany her without being downright open about it.
Impulsively, the younger sister put out her hand, "Fran? What's wrong?" The only answer was a convulsive sobbing and a shake of the head.
"Are you sick?"
Again a shake of the head and a muffled, "Only with myself."
Liz put out her hand and turned the weeping woman over to face her. "Hey, what's wrong, sis?" Now the young girl was really getting frightened. It just had to be because of Bill and her. Nothing, absolutely nothing, however, could have prepared her for the stunning answer.
"It's Ramon! He did... did something... terrible to me. And I let him do it! Oh God! I don't know why... but I let him."
"Ramon?" Liz gasped, staggered and disbelieving. Her eyes had grown as big as chestnuts as she stared at her sister. She was dying to ask what "terrible" thing had occurred, but she was positive that the darkly handsome hi-jack leader had made love to her sister. Wow! Oh wow! This was even more exciting than being kidnapped! "When?" she asked, then impulsively, "where did it happen?"
"In his office," Fran wept, "oh, I'm so ashamed."
Liz trembled with excitement. She had been right! Ramon had done it to her! Then with the abrupt change of mood so common to a teenager, the younger sister felt the water welling up in her own eyes. Fran seemed so miserably unhappy, "Don't cry, Fran... please, don't." She sought for something else to say, then added "It's over now?just try to forget."
"I can't forget, what if Bill finds out what I did?"
"Well, I won't tell him. And surely you won't tell him."
Fran wiped the tears with the back of her hand. "But that's just it," she said. "Ramon had a TV camera taking pictures of what happened and now he's got it all down on film! I just saw it. Oh God! It's terrible! I feel so dirty."
Liz's eyes grew even wider. "Oh wow! On film? Really?"
"He told me what I have to do. He said he'd show Bill the pictures unless I could make that man named, Charles, cooperate with him. But how can I do that?"
"Listen, don't tell another soul about this," Liz said, very frightened but trying to stay calm. "Maybe you'd better find Charles and talk to him right away!"
Fran lay on the towel, all cried out?exhausted and lifeless now. "It's no use Liz... I'm ruined forever. I can't make him answer questions."
"Well... aren't you even going to try?"
"I can't, what excuse could I give him?" Liz suddenly took command of the situation and pulled her sister up. "Come on, you go back to the room and lie down. I'll go and talk to him."
"But I don't want you to get mixed up in all this mess," pleaded Fran. "What could you say to him that I couldn't?"
"Listen to me," countered Liz. "I'm your sister, and, dammit, I want to help you. You've gone through enough this afternoon already. Just tell me where this Charles is, and I'll talk with him, then come right back and tell you what he said."
"Well... maybe... if you really want to... " Fran said doubtfully.
"Maybe if I can convince him, Ramon and his men will let us all go on to Miami," Liz tried to sound cheerful, though she felt almost sick with fear. "Now tell me where he is."
"Ramon sent him to his room inside the hotel over an hour ago and told him to stay there. I suppose he's still there. It's room number 215."
"I'll be back as soon as I can. You try to sleep and don't worry!" She kissed her tearful sister and walked quickly toward the lobby. A guard watched her walk down the corridor to the room, he made no move to halt or question her, but his unblinking stare made her terribly nervous.
Timidly, the bikini-clad teenager knocked at the door.
"Yes?" called out a deep voice from inside.
"It's Liz Bingingham, Fran Williams' sister," she stammered.
She could hear someone moving toward the door, and before she had time to collect herself and plan in her mind exactly how she was going to handle all this, Charles opened the door. Liz, with only a flimsy, almost transparent cotton blouse on over her bathing suit, suddenly felt young and silly before such an elegantly attired older man. Charles wore an expensive silk mid-thigh dressing gown. His warm smile and friendly manner made Liz feel more at ease. He looked at her and her figure, but somehow it was different than a rude boy staring at you, she thought.
"I'm so glad to meet you, young lady. Earlier this afternoon I was having such a pleasant chat with your charming sister," he said.
"Yes, Fran told me and, in a way, that's why I'm here."
"Well, please do come in," Charles said, puzzled but smiling.
Liz glanced nervously around the room. There was no place to sit but the bed, so she perched gingerly at the end of it and without preamble, began to explain. "Ramon threatened Fran after he found you with her. He told her that you must cooperate with him."
"Oh, that poor girl, I hope she's all right," he sighed deeply, and Liz thought he seemed so terribly alone. She wanted to reach out and try to comfort him. He gazed steadily at her, "I seem to be the cause of so much trouble for all of you. I am sorry." He reached over and grasped the teenager gently by her shoulder as he continued seriously, "Liz, the last thing I would wish to do would be to cause two such beautiful young women?you and your sister-any anxiety."
The cute teenager jerked at his touch, which sent electric shivers through her nerves. He'd called her a "woman".
"I... I know you didn't mean to hurt us." His kindness seemed to release the tears she held back before Fran. "But everything that's happened has been so terrible?we should all be in F?Florida now, not in this awful place!" Tears brimmed up in her eyes as he lightly patted her shaking shoulder.
"Liz, I want you to know," he said softly, "that I will not allow anything unpleasant to happen to you or to your sister. Please believe me!"
Liz looked up into his strong, reassuring face and felt comforted. Her head spun dizzily and she closed her eyes. The pressure of his arm around her shoulders increased.
"Are you all right, Liz?" he asked, his voice warm and concerned.
The young girl felt that this man must be like the father whom she had never known. Fran could remember their father, but he had been killed in a hunting accident only weeks before Liz, herself, had been born. Now, after all the unnerving events of the day since the hijackers had taken over their flight, Liz felt the need for protection from someone strong, someone like this older man. She whimpered like a little girl and snuggled against his firm arms.
"You are so beautiful, like a frightened little fawn." He pulled her gently against his chest, tenderly massaging her quivering back. Liz let herself fall against the tall figure beside her. She felt so warm and safe... and something else too, a faint tingling which she refused to acknowledge.
Gently he brushed the hair from her face. His touch was magnetically overwhelming. What a boy Al is, she thought suddenly, compared to this man who will take care of us. Gratefully, the cute teenager clung to his strong, muscular body, and as she did, she abruptly became aware that he was getting an erection. The revelation stunned her?frightened her?at first; she had never realized she could affect a man such as this?handsome, older, important! She knew she was desirable to Al and other boys his age, even Bill... but this was different. She glanced down and saw his massively pulsating penis rising rapidly as it pushed through the folds of his dressing gown and stood waving erectly out in front of him. His penis grew until it throbbed against her lightly tanned stomach, but she did not move away. Even when his warm hand moved gently down inside the loose bra of her bikini and slowly caressed her tenderly erect nipples, the young girl still did not draw back, for his hands seemed to belong against her sun-warmed skin. A delicious tingling began to pulsate through her stomach and thighs, and there was a new and different quivering urgency in her wetly warm young pussy that had never been there before. It was a little like the feeling she had when she sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and found herself rubbing her strangely aching pussy?but now the feeling was far stronger.
Liz felt as though her whole body were melting... her hands, as though with a mind of their own, reached beneath the smoking jacket for the hardness of his chest and her trembling fingers entwined themselves in his thick mat of curly brown and gray hair. She was aware that she should make some effort to stop him, but at the same time knew that she didn't want to stop. Abruptly, knowing what was about to happen, she decided that this was the way she would become a woman, with this man who was so strong and kind... this was the way she wanted it to be.
Charles continued to gently caress her slender young body, his soothing hands massaging her back, her softly firm buttocks and cool, sleek, hairless thighs. Then his hand slowly slipped under the elastic waist band of her swim suit bottom and touched the naked flesh of her warmly trembling little belly. She held her breath, revelling in his touch, and then sighed loudly as his expert fingers teased the quivering pink cuntal lips and lightly brushed the tiny bud of her clitoris; with his other hand and he quickly and expertly stripped her blouse and bikini top and bottom away from her sensuous young curves to make her completely naked.
"Your body is so beautiful, Liz," he murmured softly, blowing into her ear. "I want to make love with you!"
Liz heard herself answer him in an unfamiliarly hoarse, trance-like voice. "Yes... love me... love me... "
Her satiny body shook with anticipation as he gently pushed her down on the mattress and parted her firm, ivory-colored thighs to expose the moistly pink cleft of her waiting vagina. The young girl began trembling uncontrollably as the older man's hand moved knowledgeably over the softly curling pubic mound to find her now erectly pulsating little clitoris.
"Oh... ooohhh... God!" she gasped. Her hips began to rotate intuitively, reaching hungrily upwards to meet the probing finger. Sensing the teenager's mounting excitement, he slithered his finger into the velvety warm folds of vaginal flesh and slowly flicked it in and out until low moans of passion issued from her tightly clenched lips. Charles pushed her down harder on her back against the bed, then pulling off his silk robe, he crawled between her wide-spread legs and placed the swollen tip of his long, hard cock at the hotly throbbing little mouth of the girl's vagina. Gently, he wormed his thick penis between the heated pink lips of her virginal young pussy.
God! he thought in amazement. She was tight! Could she actually be a virgin? No it wasn't possible; she looked so sexy?so poised?seemed to want to be fucked so badly, that she just had to be experienced. Liz's warm wet pussy walls clasped tightly around his cock head as he gently began to penetrate the narrow passage. Cautiously he pulled back, then pushed in a little further, while his hands massaged the firm white mounds of her youthful breasts.
Suddenly Liz jerked her hips violently up toward him in an involuntary spasm of urgent desire. His swollen, iron-hard rod plunged deep into her belly, and he could feel a slight pop inside as he shattered the thin protective membrane of her virginity. Elated, Charles felt a wave of amazement pass over him?so she was a virgin after all!
The pain seared through Liz's sensitive flesh like a red-hot knife, and the young girl screamed piteously, trying desperately to pull away from the huge pounding shaft that was tearing her belly apart. "OOOGGGHHH! Stop! You're hurting me... you're killing me!" Tears gushed from her eyes as she writhed in agony beneath him.
Charles remained buried inside the velvety heated folds of quivering flesh, forcing himself not to move until her pained protests faded at last to helpless whimpers. Then, very gently, he began a pulsing, rhythmic movement with his desire-swollen cock, pushing further and further in and up until at last the smooth tip of his hotly throbbing penis pressed against the yielding cushion of her cervix. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, as the young girl realized the worst was over, Liz's whimpers changed to tiny, excitedly rising mewls of pleasure as she felt the warm pounding deep up inside of her vagina, and her hips intuitively began arching up to meet his thrusts. It felt to Charles as if she were trying to suck him deeper, ever deeper into her womb. God, he had never felt such a perfect little cunt before! Her vaginal muscles squeezed at the rubbery tip of his cock, nibbling tantalizingly until he thought he would go out of his mind, while other muscles moved across the sensitive lower part of his madly pulsing penis. He ached to shoot his sperm into her churning cunt, but he knew he must control himself?this was the young girl's first time, and he would make it perfect for her!
Liz's face was flushed and contorted from the surprisingly wonderful sensations flooding her body. The smooth cock's head throbbed deep inside of her, and she could feel every fleshy little ridge of his penis pressing tightly against her sensitive vaginal walls. His lust-inflated balls swayed softly, teasingly, against her anus.
"More... more... do it harder!" she begged, and Charles decided she was ready. Locking his hands beneath her smooth young thighs, he pressed her knees hard back against her heaving chest?this would drive his cock deeper still into the eager young pussy. Then, taking her by surprise, he slammed the swollen rod into her as hard and as deeply as he could. She screamed in pleasure as her deep inner cunt nerves sent new thrills of excitement racing through her. Again he thrust in, deeper and more furiously each time until his testicles smacked hard against her nakedly straining asscheeks.
Sliding his hands beneath the smoothly rounded moons of her frantically thrashing buttocks, Charles cupped and kneaded them roughly fucking his lust-hardened cock into her with even greater frenzy. She slid her long legs down around his muscular buttocks to suck more of him into her hungry, now totally de-virginated young cunt. The vibrations in her stomach and vagina were intensifying into hotter and hotter convulsions as she writhed in wanton abandonment beneath him. More... more... she wanted this beautiful fucking to last forever!
Charles felt the sudden heating of her cuntal passage and knew that her climax was approaching rapidly. Quickening the rhythm of his thrusts, he ground his huge swollen cock desperately into her heatedly impatient vagina.
"Oooohhh... Oooohhh... " the girl moaned frantically as the enormous pressure filled her and electrifying tingles began radiating out from her wildly clenching pussy. Then the exquisite waves of a new found ecstasy broke over her.
"OOOOHHHH... it's here!... Ohhhh... God; CHARLES!" She jerked violently and then collapsed, her smooth young vaginal walls clenching and unclenching with uncontrollable spasms, her head thrown back and teeth bared, her neck tendons straining like cables under intolerable pressure, her legs beating in a wildly abandoned tap dance of lust. Through her passion she felt his heavily pistoning cock shudder inside her and torrents of heatedly thick white liquid splashed far up into her quivering belly. With the impact of his cumming, her body convulsed into a new, even more beautifully intense orgasm... surge after surge of exquisite pleasure shook her body... it must never stop, never, never...
At last, completely saturated by the violent pleasure of these previously undreamed-of sensations, the young girl lay still beneath the older man's tenderly caressing hands. Hazily she thought that she wanted her body to feel like this forever, and then reaching out to put her hand on his naked thigh, she slipped into a deep, peaceful afterdoze.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Liz languidly walked from the hotel back toward Fran who waited for her by the pool, the sun was touching down below the tops of the thick green trees behind the cabanas. What a day this had been, she reflected as she moved around the pool toward the single figure of her older sister on the beachmat. Liz had never felt so good, so sure of herself. She was not sorry that she had allowed Charles everything, besides it was done, and she was now the possessor of a new awareness about herself that she had never known before. She had walked into the hotel little more than a few hours before just a girl. Now she walked out of it, back toward her sister, a woman.
Her body still tingled, she could still feel the warmth of Charles' massively throbbing penis and heated male sperm deep inside of her. She wondered lightly if all this showed in her face, if Fran would notice that something had happened to her. It had made her different, she knew it had, and it had to show! But whether it showed on her face she didn't know. She could even feel the sensual pleasure of the lingering wetness still trickling down through her matted pubic hair inside the loose bottom of her bikini.
She glanced down at herself wondering again if Fran would notice anything. She knew that she was not voluntarily going to tell her sister what had happened. No, this was something that was hers alone. She would never tell anybody! Idly she wished for an instant that the first man to take her could have been Al or even her brother-in-law, Bill, to whom she was so drawn. But she brushed that thought from her mind guiltily. Bill was Fran's husband and she recognized the twinge of conscience she felt for having let someone other than Al be the first. It would have been overwhelming if that had been her older sister's husband, with her back there on the bed inside the hotel. Or maybe not! She and Bill had been talking pretty heavy there by the pool.
Fran looked up questioningly as Liz approached.
"Well, how did it go?" Fran asked.
"He's going to do it," the young girl answered, smiling inwardly as she remembered the conversation she and Charles had just had lying together only a few moments before. He had easily understood the importance of convincing Ramon that he must not make good his threat to Fran. The young girl had been amazed at how easily Charles had agreed to cooperate.
"Oh that's wonderful," said Fran obviously relieved. "But was it difficult? What took you so long?"
Liz smiled, "Charles seemed to enjoy talking. He's such an interesting man that I didn't even realize that I'd been in there so long."
"Yes, it's been over an hour," Fran said. "I've been worried stiff."
"Well as you can see, I'm still intact." Liz answered laughingly, then laughed even harder as she realized that she really wasn't quite as intact as she had been before the visit to the mysterious Charles.
"If you don't mind, I think both of us should go right now and tell Ramon that Charles told you he'll cooperate. Will you come with me?" the older sister asked.
"Sure, let's go." Liz replied as she reached down and helped her sister from the beachmat.
The two sisters walked back toward the hotel once more, their slim bikini?clad bodies from the rear almost indistinguishable from one another, while in the cabana behind Bill napped on undisturbed.
The shame of what had gone on between Ramon and her earlier that afternoon had lessened somewhat in Fran's mind. Lying there alone in the warm sun while Liz was off talking to Charles, the young American housewife had reflected almost abstractly on her situation and had come to the conclusion that, yes, as long as Bill did not find out, as long as Ramon did not show the TV tape to him, that everything would come out all right.
In a day full of unusual events, her enjoyment of Ramon's lewd sexual attentions to her seemed now just one more strange episode in all that had happened to them since early that morning?starting when they had left their house in Shaker Heights to drive to the airport. And now since Liz had evidently been successful in convincing Charles to cooperate with the hi-jack leader, Fran realized that probably the secret of what Ramon had done to her would be safe.
But she was more than a little bit uneasy about her sister. She imagined that Liz was old enough to be able to take care of herself with strange men, but still, their situation here on this isolated tropical island seemed to hold unusual temptations that Liz might not be capable of handling. Fran realized guiltily that she herself had been victim of a situation with Ramon that under normal circumstances she would never have allowed to develop. Had Charles tried to take advantage of her sister there in the hotel? She doubted it. Liz looked as cool and alert as usual, and surely had not indicated that anything had gone amiss. But then here in this strange place, Fran also realized that anything was possible.
Lying there comfortably in the sun before her sister returned, Fran had felt a new freedom in herself. Afterall, she was here next to a swimming pool with a beautiful tropical garden surrounding her. And they had managed finally to get away from Cleveland for their first vacation. She had to do all she could to make everything all right with Ramon so he would destroy that horrible television tape. Aside from that film, she was rather enjoying the whole situation. The exciting events might even in the end bring her and Bill closer to each other. She hoped this with all her heart because to do this had been the main purpose of them leaving for the vacation in the first place, and their marriage was important to her.
Liz's thoughts about what had happened to her were somewhat different from her older sister's, but then she had no husband. What Charles and she had done together inside the hotel was, she felt, something that was necessary for her to have experienced eventually. She was only glad that when it had happened to her the first time that the results had been so successful. She doubted that Al would have been so adept at making her realize her potential. Now she felt a new confidence in herself. And she knew that when they eventually got back to Miami that there was no reason in the world that her boyfriend, Al, would ever suspect a thing. But getting to Al seemed less and less important to her now. She was enjoying the adventure, perhaps more than her sister Fran.
The two girls approached the steps of the hotel not talking. Each was absorbed with her own thoughts. Inside, Fran led the way toward the door of Ramon's office and knocked resolutely.
"Who is it?" They heard Ramon ask from inside.
"It's me, Fran Williams. And my sister."
Almost instantly the darkly handsome leader opened the door and stood there staring at them. His eyes coursed over the two bikini-clad sisters waiting there in the hallway.
The voluptuous young American wife searched his face in vain for some hint of warmth and understanding. Under his stern gaze she felt as though she were once again stripped naked in front of him.
Liz sensed her sister's embarrassed discomfort and spoke first.
"We came to tell you that Charles is ready to cooperate," Liz said defiantly.
A thin smile broke across Ramon's chiseled features.
"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "Now we shall probably be able to avoid some, what would have otherwise been inevitable, complications for your older sister here."
Angered at his use of the word, probably, Fran raised her eyes and looked hard at him.
"Look Ramon, I've gotten you what you demanded," she said. "Now will you please let us alone."
"No, I'm not sure of anything until I talk with Charles and find out for myself," he answered soothingly.
Liz was fascinated by this man's confident manner with her older sister. Images of what had happened so recently between the two of them, of the humiliations, Ramon must have inflicted on Fran, flashed through Liz's head. She wondered if it had been as good between the two of them as it had been with Charles and her.
With a surge of sisterly feeling she found herself wishing that it had been her who Ramon had forced a blackmail upon, she who was without an adoring husband like Bill. And almost unconsciously fresh feeling of the new sexual awareness she had experienced for the first time with Charles that afternoon began to rise slowly again inside her.
Ramon noticed Liz's cheeks begin to flush slightly and smiled this time directly at her. Liz dropped her eyes.
"I'm afraid I'll have to ask both of you to wait for a moment while I check all this out with Charles directly," Ramon said speaking to both of them.
He led them down the hall to the ante-room outside his office, the room through which Fran had ran during those horrible first moments after she had watched herself submitting to his obscene advances on the television screen. Gesturing to chairs along the wall, he left them there and retired to his office.
Almost instantly the office door opened again and the fat, bullet-headed man who had stared so brazenly at Fran in the pool earlier appeared. His ferocious-looking German shepherd dog, held by a short leather lead followed him closely.
"Bring him right in here to me, Hans," the girls overheard Ramon instruct the guard from inside the office.
Hans looked at the two girls leeringly as he passed them on his way out into the garden. Just outside the door he turned, and directing the dog to sit, said, "Watch them, Bruno. Good dog."
Then he disappeared leaving the large panting animal blocking the way out into the garden. The girls sat uncomfortably waiting. Neither felt like talking, both of them knew that everything depended now on what would go on soon between Charles and Ramon inside the office.
It was only a minute or two but it seemed like hours to Fran before Hans returned with Charles in tow. As the handsome man followed the heavy-set guard into the room, he ventured a conspiratorial wink and a quick smile at Fran, then paused with his warm, liquid smile devouring Liz's lushly young figure. Fran almost reeled when she saw the way the two were looking at each other. That was a smile of exchanged intimacy?of two people with sexual knowledge of each other! My God! Liz! And Charles? And even as her mind boiled in a maelstrom of surprise, she unexpectedly felt a bitter arrow of jealousy piercing her heart.
"Come on," Hans ordered, tugging at Charles's sleeve, and the two men disappeared into Ramon's office?shutting the door behind them.
Although the young wife was stunned by what she had surmised about the middle-aged diplomat and her younger sister, she still was anxious to overhear what was being said inside. The room, she thought, was probably sound-proofed, but she slipped out of her chair anyway, intending to go and listen at the door. She hadn't taken two steps before Bruno rose with his neck hair high and growled in warning, Quickly, she resumed her seat. Liz sat back apparently unconcerned, positive in her teen-aged inexperience that Charles would indeed cooperate as he had said he would only a short time ago.
Although the young girl was nonchalant, Fran felt her nervousness building up almost to the screaming point. For her, the results of what was being discussed on the other side of the closed door was everything, for if Ramon was not satisfied with whatever Charles was telling him, then there was little hope that the television tape would not be shown to Bill.
The minutes dragged interminably and Fran began to feel like a defendant in a criminal case anxiously awaiting the jury's return. Then, abruptly, the door opened and Hans, his face stern and obviously angry, came out alone. The German Shepherd immediately left his post by the outside door and trotted quickly to his master's side. Hands arrogantly on his heavy hips, Hans stood for a few seconds in front of the two young American women.
Then, without speaking, he handed Fran a folded handwritten note, before spinning on his heel and leaving them alone once again. Bruno obediently followed him.
"What does it say?" Liz asked breathlessly as she leaned over to read the single folded piece of paper over her sister's shoulder.
"It's from Ramon," Fran replied. "He asks that we come for drinks and dinner in his suite later this evening. Bill's included."
"Well I guess we'd better go," said Liz.
"Yes we'll have to," Fran answered cautiously. "We're going to have to if we want to find out if Ramon's satisfied with whatever Charles agreed to do."
CHAPTER NINE
Fran and Liz didn't speak as they walked slowly back through the garden to their cabana. In the deep dusk the swimming pool was now deserted and fireflies were beginning to appear out across the lawns and amongst the dark shadows between the trees. Electrified antique wrought iron lanterns along the main path to the cabanas lit their way. Heat lightning was flickering in the distance far out over the bay, and there was a hushed silence over everything, with the only noise an occasional rattle of dishes from the direction of the hotel's kitchens.
In spite of herself, Fran realized that she was actually enjoying this place. It was a perfect evening. Far to the east she could see the first little pinpoints of light as the stars began to come out for the long tropical night ahead. Back home in Shaker Heights it was never this lustrously shining hair, and locking her room behind her, went next door to see if the others were ready.
When Liz knocked, Fran was already applying the last touches to her own makeup, and Bill was almost ready, too. Bill let Liz into the room.
"Wow! That's some outfit," he said, his eyes bugging in appreciation. "And it looks really great with your tan."
"Thank you, sir," Liz replied gaily, then looked at her older sister for approval. Fran rolled her eyes in mild reproach. "That's a little much, sweetiepie. Don't you think?"
Liz pouted. "I think it's just right. It's cool." Fran stared at the hipline and back where no bra straps or panty outline could be seen. "It should be cool," she said in warning.
"Well I don't have time to change," Liz said firmly as she walked to the door. "And besides, Ramon doesn't look like the sort of person who likes to be kept waiting," she added.
As they walked from the cabana and crossed the lawn toward the front door of the hotel, Bill asked suddenly, "Hey, what do you think he wants? I don't like the idea of him having just the three of us for a private dinner," he continued, sounding apprehensive.
"Darling, we've told you," said Fran impatiently. "Unless we do what he says, he might keep the plane here forever. It has something to do with information he wants from Charles, the man I was talking with in the pool this afternoon."
"Oh, I see," replied Bill, not at all sure that he did.
Walking between the two sisters, he found himself glancing frequently at Liz. Now as they approached the front steps of the big hotel he realized he could see down the front of her jumpsuit to the semi-circles of the tops of her aureoles and even her nipples, lighted now by the soft yellow light from the lobby. He, of course, had seen them before, every delicious curve, when he had opened the door of her room and found his sister-in-law nakedly coming from the bathroom earlier that day. But somehow in this light, with the soft open-mesh lace of her tight jumpsuit tantalizingly clinging to her slender waist and gently rounded little buttocks and long sensual legs, she seemed to exude an almost overpoweringly tangible aura of sex. As a matter of fact, the young girl was even more exciting than she had looked to him when they had been next to each other by the pool that afternoon. He thought she seemed some how different ? more adult ? sexier!
Fran's thoughts were on the evening ahead as she wondered just what would be best for her to say if Ramon asked her anything else directly. She realized that everything depended on whatever Charles, himself, was willing to do for the hi-jack leader, but she hoped that she and Liz could at least help to influence the swarthy hi-jack commander in the right direction.
Excited by the hot, hungry glances of Bill, and serene in the knowledge of what had happened to her with the older man earlier, Liz happily walked on with the other two. She wasn't worried about a thing. She knew she looked good. She knew that Ramon and Bill?as a matter of fact, all men, everywhere?would think she looked good, too.
Ramon suddenly appeared out of the big open front door of the hotel and stood waiting for them. As they climbed the steps he greeted the two girls in turn with a slight continental bow and then reached out to shake hands with Bill. "I'm so glad to see all of you finally on a purely social basis," Ramon said warmly. "It's been a busy day for all of us, and I haven't had time to treat my special guests as well as I'd like to. Come." He took an arm of each of the women and led the way into the lobby.
Bill's mind raced for the meaning of Ramon's use of phrase "special guests." What in hell could he mean? Again the dull needles of apprehension began pricking at the young insurance salesman's mind. The hi-jack leader guided them to the same hall in which Fran and Liz had waited under guard of the sinister Hans and his dog, Bruno, less than an hour before. The young wife's heart skipped a beat as she thought that Ramon might be taking all of them to his office, that office where the TV set with its tape was probably still sitting ready to ruin her marriage, her whole life.
quiet, she reflected. Even on summer nights when she and Bill would sit on the terrace beside the barbecue for one last drink before going inside, it was never this peaceful. There was always the traffic noise from the expressway, or the sound of jet planes overhead. And the air was never so clear.
As they approached their cabana, Liz broke the silence by asking, "Fran, do you really think Ramon's going to release us and the plane soon?"
"Who knows," Fran answered, sighing deeply, "Let's handle one thing at a time. Right now we've got to convince Bill to come to dinner tonight in Ramon's suite. And we have to act with him as though nothing had happened," she said.
"Do you think he's still asleep?" Liz asked, continued.
"Come on in and talk to him with me and we'll see," Fran replied as she tried the door to their room and found it locked.
"Who's there?" Bill's voice came from inside.
"It's Liz and me."
"What in the hell happened to you two?" he questioned unhappily as he unlocked and opened the door.
"Well it's a long story, darling," replied Fran. "Right now the important thing is that we're all due back in the hotel in twenty minutes to have dinner with Ramon. He's ordered all three of us to come, and we're going to have to go because it may make the difference of how soon we get out of this place."
Bill stood in his bathrobe, a perplexed look on his face.
"What do you think he wants?" he asked.
"Whatever it is," Liz answered, "it's important that we go. I'll go next door and get dressed Fran said, agreeing, "I've got to begin getting ready this instant myself. And Bill, you need a shave," she added hurriedly over her shoulder, heading toward the bathroom.
The bewildered husband heard Fran turning on the shower as he went toward his suitcase to take out the fresh tropical worsted suit folded carefully there. Fran had bought it for him just a few days before and he had never worn it.
As Fran stood under the tingling shower, she tried to make up her mind what she would wear. She knew that she should look her best if Ramon was going to be convinced that he should allow them all to fly on to Miami. She briefly considered her new lavender pants suit but realized the evening was much too warm for that, and then finally decided on the white mini-skirt which clung so lovingly to her sleekly tapered thighs. Back in Shaker Heights everybody said she looked "sexy" in the dress.
Clean, she turned the temperature knob on the shower briefly to colder, and twisted her body to allow the chilling sensation to strike her directly on the lower belly and pubic mound. She closed her eyes under the stinging spray and shuddered deliciously. It was odd, she thought, already there was a building excitement in her loins about this evening; something was going to happen? that's why she had sub-consciously decided to wear the white mini.
Then, without speaking, he handed Fran a folded handwritten note, before spinning on his heel and leaving them alone once applied a base green eye makeup, realizing how well it blended with her full blonde hair and the new tan she had acquired just that afternoon in her hours by the pool. Then she went to her luggage and unhesitatingly picked a sleeveless, skin-tight, lace jump suit that indented in the slightly hair-fringed vaginal cleft and the smooth white crevice between her buttocks. Her full fleshy breasts swelled breathlessly out of the top. After adding a pair of long pendant earrings that Al had given her for her last birthday, the attractive young girl gave a final quick brash to her side.
But instead he led them from the hall up an ornate cast iron staircase to a higher level. A fan with blades as big as an old airplane propeller turned lazily over the landing, but it did nothing to dispel the heated beads of sweat on Fran's forehead. She was relieved to find, as Ramon swung open the big double doors to his suite on the second floor, that it was apparently fully air-conditioned just as was his office.
Big French windows led from the main room that they entered, apparently to the balcony that circled the second floor of the hotel outside. But these had been shut in order to keep the cool air in.
"Please sit down," Ramon gestured to a large dining table, luxuriously set with antique silverware, expensive china, and lace napkins. Two huge candelabra threw flickering gold light throughout the room.
The 8-course dinner was impeccably served by one of Ramon's men who had put on an immaculate white waiters jacket for the occasion. Ramon's conversation through dinner was absolutely polite, and the Americans found themselves listening with deep interest to a discussion of the natural beauties of the Caribbean and the history of the hotel in which they were sitting. Twice, Bill almost interrupted to ask Ramon about his motives in hijacking the plane, but then thought the better of it. Fran and Liz waited expectantly, but in vain, for Ramon to bring up the subject of Charles and whether or not he was willing to cooperate.
As the four of them sat eating, Ramon's frequent looks at Liz were frank and rather curious. The gourmet food and vast quantities of wine seemed to go to all of their heads, and by the time they got up from the table, everyone was feeling a warm mellowness. Bill even found himself joking with Ramon as though they were old friends.
As for Fran, she was again amazed at the intense charm of the darkly handsome hijacker.
Liz, who had rarely drunk wine before, was bubbling over inside as she responded to the attention both males were giving her.
They moved back into the other room again and, after enjoying a tropical liqueur around the coffee table, Ramon rose and asked Liz if she would be interested in seeing the communications center that he had set up. Bill started to get up accompany them, but Fran pushed him back into his chair and hissed, "Ramon didn't ask us."
"We'll be right back, my friends," called the Cuban cheerily, as he and the drunken young girl walked out of the suite and down the hall to another door. Taking keys from his pocket, Ramon opened the door and led her inside. Liz fell against him giggling in the semi-darkness before he turned on the light and closed the door.
"Ramon, you're simply wonderful to take all this trouble with me," Liz said as she walked slowly around the room, trying to look impressed as she stared uncomprehendingly at the elaborate short-wave communication equipment.
"And you're a wonderful guest," Ramon said softly as he approached her from behind and put one hand down lightly on her gently flaring hip.
Liz spun around and found herself staring directly into his handsome face. "Ramon... " she breathed. "Let me show you something else," he whispered as his knowledgeable hands began to move boldly over the tightly stretched material, caressing her young, trembling buttocks.
"Oh no, Ramon," said Liz feebly, "we shouldn't... "
Waiting in the suite Fran and Bill had begun to discuss the reasons why the hi-jack leader had been so eager to take Liz away to see his communications center. Almost as soon as the young girl had been led giggling from the room, Bill had begun to express concern.
"I think I'd better go see what's going on," he said. "That Ramon is the kind of guy a young innocent girl would find hard to handle."
"I think all that wine went a little bit to Liz's head," commented Fran, remembering her younger sister's outfit and the fact that the girl was naked under the jumpsuit. "Maybe we should find out what they're doing."
"I'll take a look out in the hall and see if I can see what's up," Bill answered.
Her husband was already moving to open the door when Fran abruptly remembered the apparent intimacy that had been building up all through the trip so far between Bill and Liz. Was that why Bill was so eager to go and search for Liz? Was he jealous?
"Wait a minute, Bill," she said firmly. "If anybody's going to go to look for them, it should be me."
"No, just sit tight. I'll be right back," Bill replied adamantly.
Fran rose and stood in front of him. "But Ramon and his men might not think too much of you spying around the hotel without their permission. Let me go. Remember, Ramon knows me better," she added.
"Well... I don't know," Bill answered.
"Don't worry, if anybody sees me I can make any one of a million excuses," his wife replied.
"Well, OK. But, Christ, be careful. And yell if you want me to come," said Bill.
"I'll be right back, darling." Fran opened the door quietly and looked each way, then stepped out.
A moment later, she was moving rapidly down the hall in the direction in which she thought she had heard Ramon opening another door a few minutes before.
She hesitated outside, listening for any sign of life, then stealthily opened the door. At once she could hear her sister's voice protesting something softly. What was happening? What was this depraved man attempting to do now?
It did sound as though something was going on. Fran inched the door open another fraction. Now she could see Ramon slowly pulling down the long zipper in the back of her jumpsuit. It peeled off her shoulders like a thin, second skin and the softly fleshed mounds of her young breasts gleamed warmly in the light. The hi-jack leader buried his head hungrily between the succulent globes.
"No, Ramon," Liz was saying, dizzily pushing at his head with her hands. "Oh... Oh... Ramon."
Whatever her little sister's experience with men might really be, Fran realized in a flash that she could not let this go on any further. It was her duty to protect Liz just as she had done through their childhood when there had been no father to perform that function. Fran knew that right now she had to do anything necessary to keep Liz safe from this vile beast; then after Liz's head had cleared from the wine, it would be the girl's own business what she wanted to do with men or have men do to her.
Closing the door again with extreme care, Fran then immediately knocked on it, calling out, "Hello. You two in there?"
Waiting for perhaps five seconds, Fran then opened the door confidently and stepped into the room to see her sister hurriedly zipping up the back of the jumpsuit. Ramon stood now with his hands on hips glaring angrily at Fran.
Before the young American wife could say anything, Ramon strode past her to the door and hammered on the entrance to another room directly across the hall, called, "Hans. Come here this minute."
Hans appeared quickly, pulling on his T-shirt.
"I'll do whatever you want, Ramon, but please let my little sister alone." Fran pleaded from him, knowing now there was going to be trouble and resigned to almost anything just as long as her sister was safe. "You really mean that, don't you?" Ramon smiled, as he turned now to study the two girls. Hans stood waiting, ready to do whatever Ramon ordered.
"Yes," Fran replied, a shiver of expectation running up her spine. In spite of herself she remembered the images of herself she had seen on the television tape that afternoon, the pictures and sound of this man humbling her in her drugged defenselessness, yet she remembered, too, how this man had drawn sexual responses out of her that she had never known were there before.
Striding back into the room, Ramon took Liz by the arm and, leading her to the door, pushed her toward Hans.
"Take her to the storeroom. Lock her in there, and keep her husband occupied in the dining room." he ordered.
Then he shut the door. Smiling, he turned toward Fran. "This time, you will feel everything. And it will be good to you," he said.
CHAPTER TEN
Waiting idly, alone now in the suite, Bill poured himself another drink. As he sat there he could hear doors opening and shutting somewhere up the hall and Ramon's voice calling out to someone. He reasoned that everything must be all right, that Fran had found Liz and that they would return soon.
But after nearly five more minutes of complete silence he got up uneasily, feeling now that something must be wrong. He walked to the door and opened it quietly. As he stuck his head out to look up the hall, he was met by a throaty growl a few feet away. Glancing down he saw a huge German Shepherd sitting there on its haunches.
Bill moved cautiously to leave the suite without exciting the big dog, but as soon as he placed one foot outside the door Bruno came up on all four feet and walked menacingly toward him growling even more deeply in warning. The dog was almost up to him before Bill retreated back inside the suite, shutting the door once again.
"Maybe he'll go away if I'm quiet," Bill muttered to himself as he sat down once more to wait out the animal. After a minute or two he got up and quietly approached the door once again. But he had no sooner put his hand on the knob, when the dog growled again, this time the sound came from directly outside the door. Still, he started to reopen it gingerly. He had no more than moved it outward a quarter of an inch when the dog, viciously growling, lunged toward it. Bill caught a flash of the dog's head, teeth bared, before the weight of the heavy body slammed against the door closing it once again.
Stepping away, Bill breathed nervously. At least that dog couldn't get to him as long as he kept the door shut, he realized. But how long must he stay here like this? What in hell was happening to Fran and Liz? He must do something he realized. He couldn't just stay here, not knowing if the two girls were in danger.
He glanced around the room looking for something that might quiet down the ferocious dog just outside. Take some food and throw it out to him, he thought. But the dinner had already been thoroughly cleared away. Get a chair or something to fend him off? But then he realized that this was no normal dog out there, but a guard dog that could be stopped by nothing short of shooting it. No, he had to get out of the suite from some other exit than the door in front of which the dog was waiting.
Then he remembered that he'd noticed a balcony reaching around the hotel here on the second floor. That was it, the balcony! If he could only get out on the balcony.
He quickly went to the big French windows, pushed the curtains to one side, and found it no problem at all to open them. In a few seconds he was standing outside on the balcony feeling the muggy heat in contrast to the air-conditioned room inside.
Moving on his tip toes, he began to make his way carefully in the direction that Fran had gone. He passed one darkened window, and tried to peer inside, but could not see a thing. Some light was spilling from the next window, and he approached it carefully. Flattening his back against the wall, he inched his body close to the edge of the window frame and with extreme care craned his neck so that just a small slice of the room was visible. An overhead spot illuminated several short-wave radios and the other communications equipment banked on three walls. Nothing else could be seen.
He tilted his head a bit further and could see one chair and the very end of a couch. Now a man's hand reached up, as though from a lying position on the couch and grasped the edge. Bill could see the straining muscles of the man's darkly tanned bare arms. He moved his head just a fraction of an inch further so that he would be able to see more.
What came before his eyes staggered him as few things ever had in his life before. On the couch was Fran, his own wife! Naked! With Ramon! They were nakedly locked in the most obscene of positions, sixty-nining each other! Ramon's head was toward the window, his face buried deep between Fran's long sleek thighs. Underneath, she writhed with her face pressed hungrily up between his hairy legs. Shocked into immobility, the stunned young husband watched the thick sword of the Cuban's mammoth cock spear deep in his wife's eagerly sucking mouth, sawing its wet, throbbing way between her tightly ovalled lips. Sick now, Bill saw Fran's face slavishly working at the lipstick-smeared penis of another man! While that man?almost a total stranger too?burrowed his hotly searching tongue deeper into her glistening wide-open cunt! What had Ramon done to her to force her to do this? Bill's mind reeled. She couldn't be doing this of her own volition! She couldn't! Never in their deepest intimacies had his wife ever seemed willing to even allow Bill to kiss her quickly there. And now here was her head bobbing and tightly compressed lips sucking at this prick as though it was food in the mouth of a starving child.
Bill watched grimly as Fran's frantically trembling legs opened wider and wrapped themselves up around Ramon's corded neck, pulling his head deeper and deeper into the steaming cauldron of her cunt. The two people were twisting and turning as a single body, locked lewdly together in their sixty-nine position. Bill wanted to close his eyes to this salacious, adulterous betrayal by his young wife, yet he found himself drawing in even closer as a wild angry excitement began building up in his groin. My God! This was his own wife sucking another man's cock with hungry relish, like a common whore?while Ramon's long, saliva moistened tongue worked hotly in and out of her voluntarily open cunt.
In side the room, Fran fought helplessly against her crazily conflicting emotions and desires. She had been repelled at first, wanting to die, when the blunted rubbery tip of Ramon's thick penis sought to enter her lips. Hopelessly, she had felt it push through her vainly resisting teeth and deeply into her warm wet throat, her mouth salivating around it as the head of his cock burrowed far up, into her widely stretched mouth. It was, for the most part, tasteless, but its heated throbbing length was a living thing... vaguely exciting. Ramon's own attentions to her felt so good that she sensed his lips with her whole lower body, felt the ridges of his teeth against her sensitive pubic mound and the maddening flicker of his hot tongue licking the perfumed secretions of her helplessly aroused pussy, and she moaned inarticulately as the wet, long length of it swished at her quivering clitoris again and again.
"Suck," he commanded, lifting his head. "Suck and lick me."
Uncertainly she did as he ordered, knowing that unless she sucked to please?sucked to end it rapidly?that Ramon was capable of keeping her here until Bill discovered them. Besides, what real alternative did she have if she hoped to keep Ramon from Liz, wanted to keep the damning TV film from Bill? The blackmailed young wife ran her tongue wetly around and around his heatedly throbbing cock's head and timidly at first?then with increasing confidence as she heard him moan rapturously?teased the tiny open slit at the tip. Suddenly, as Fran felt his long, hot tongue drive deep into her wildly quivering cunt, she oddly felt as though she wanted to repay the pleasure, and pulled her mouth away to begin licking and nibbling at the sensitive underside of his cock. Soon both were moaning almost continuously and their bodies writhing in a wanton abandonment as the delicious sensations built up to an intolerable pressure in their loins. The two figures on the couch were so engrossed with each other, they did not notice Bill's stricken, white face pressed against the window-pane like some ghostly, accusing apparition. If they had, they would have seen his features in a grotesque mask of confusion, desire, and rage.
For more than a minute he watched the lewdly, thrashing pair just inside the glass. His mind was a blank in the face of the sight that seemed to be overturning his whole life. What could he do? Break in the window and force them to stop? No, Fran would not be engaged in this act so willingly unless she wanted it, wanted the long hard cock of this man sunk deep inside her lips. Bill watched the way her cheeks swelled to fit the whole length of the swarthy man's swollen cock deep into her hungry, sucking mouth, and the way her hands tenderly and lovingly played with his balls which were bouncing around her chin, her neck.
In spite of his revulsion and hurt, the sight strangely excited him. Seeing his own previously pure young wife in such an obscene position of total depravity with another man caused his already erect and throbbing cock to balloon even further until he was sure it was about to burst.
Eagerly, masochistically, he found himself wishing that he could be there inside on that couch too, sucking his wife in such absolute abandon. The bitch! He'd ream her asshole out while Ramon sucked that little pink pussy right out of her loins! His marriage seemed instantly unimportant somehow. She was just a wanton woman inside there submitting to any man's depraved desires with frenzied hungers of her own. Bill licked his lips trying to think of a way he could join in some way. The hi-jack leader did, after all, have them all completely in his power.
And then it was too late, for even through the heavy weather-proofed window, Bill could hear Ramon shout, "Suck harder, I'm cumming!" Bill saw the swarthy man suddenly flex his lips and seemingly try to push his suddenly spewing cock down Fran's greedily working throat. Gasping for breath, the young American woman swallowed and choked and gagged, then frantically pushed his smothering loins away from her face. Ramon's prick continued to shoot out its heated load of pearly sperm, convulsively spurting against her lips and cheeks, running in warm silver rivulets down her chin and neck.
Fran, however, was oblivious to his hot, white cum splattering her face and breasts, for Ramon's tongue and teeth had begun an even more savage sucking at her wildly quivering cuntal lips?driving her almost insane with ecstatic surges of erotic sensation... until, without warning, her orgasm was on her!
"Aiiieeee, I'm cumming... Oh God!!!" she screamed.
Bill watched his young wife's wildly writhing figure, then?shoulders slumping and unable to bear the torture anymore?turned back toward the reception room from which he had escaped.
Abruptly, he was savagely angry. He wanted to strike out-to kill! Ramon. It was Ramon who had brought them here against their wills, Ramon who had made a wanton whore out of his wife, Fran. Yes, goddamnit, he'd kill the swarthy son of a bitch!
Bill felt his way along the balcony wall until he came to the next window. No light was visible from inside. Immediately, he began trying to force the window open until his insane pawings at the frame were interrupted by a fearful voice from inside.
"Who is that? Wh-who's there?", the voice said.
It was Liz!
"Open the window," he ordered, his muscles set and trembling.
"B-Bill? Is that you, Bill?" The young girl's timid voice answered from just the other side of the glass, her words still a bit slurred from the wine she had drunk at dinner.
Now in the dim light Bill could see her lips and eyes and long blonde hair, her hands pressed against the other side of the glass. Her face was so much like Fran's face?the face which had been flooded and smeared with that bastard Ramon's cum.
"Open the goddamned window," Bill repeated.
Finally Liz managed to push open the window and the outraged husband leapt into the room like an animal. In his insane fury, he grabbed the young girl who looked so much like his wife, pawing at her breasts, as he brutally shoved her back into the room. His hips were buffeting her pelvis, while his hands savagely kneaded her softly fleshed buttocks through the lacey material of her jump suit.
"Bill... oh, Bill," the girl crooned drunkenly, still heatedly aroused from Ramon's recent assault on her young breasts. Liz responded fervently to her brother-in-law's maddened advances and began pulling at his clothes with motions just as frantic as his. A surge of wanton joy leapt through her as she felt his hands gruffly ripping down the zipper of her jumpsuit and then yanking the garment down over her hips in one smooth motion. As soon as the suit was down around her ankles, the girl impatiently kicked it away to stand nakedly trembling before him. Her own hands were busy tugging at his clothes, and seconds later his trousers were down around his ankles. She moved in close to the raging figure, eagerly trying to fit his penis into the hungrily excited slit between her thighs. She could feel the immensity of his swollen penis pounding heatedly against her naked stomach again and again. This was Bill and she wanted him very badly. Whatever it would mean for both of them, she knew that she could not stop it now.
"Bill, oh, Bill, fuck me... please fuck me," she moaned obscenely in her worried passion, reaching for his long, hotly throbbing cock. Her slender fingers clasped tightly around the huge fleshy rod and she began tugging on it desperately as she lowered her body to a half-squat.
The weight of Bill's lust-wracked body pressed hard against her and, off-balance, they clawed at one another, staggering backwards to fall in a heap on the soft carpet. Silently, like some wild mute rapist, Bill was all over her?sobbing out his frustration, wanting to get his painfully pulsating cock buried to the hilt in her eagerly waiting young pussy. Liz struggled to her hands and knees, trying to crawl and reach the bed that was against the wall, but her brother-in-law was on her from behind, grunts of agonized lust coming from deep within his heaving chest. They were both on all fours?like animals?and his pants were wadded around his ankles now as he finally succeeded in grabbing her hips from behind and pulling her smooth white ass cheeks back against his long, massively beating cock. He shoved forward, feeling his prick sliding down the heatedly moist crevice to scrape at his sister-in-law's hot, passion-drenched pussy lips.
Liz could feel his whole angry body over behind her slavishly kneeling form and she arched up and back to him?her hot, hungry need for being fucked just as great as his. Bracing herself on one hand, she reached back between her legs and groped for his fleshy rigidness in a desperate effort to guide it into the heated opening of her impatiently quivering vagina.
With this, Bill thrust his hips heavily forward and his voraciously searching cock raced up into the young girl, parting the soft, heated folds of her open vagina as it rammed without mercy up into her gratefully accepting depths.
"Aaaaagghh." Liz's voice was almost a shriek of pain?almost a cream of animal rapture.
He bore deeper into the warmly clasping walls of her cunt like a rampaging bulldozer, burying himself completely in her and groaning in lewd delight as his balls slapped against the white, soft moons of her young, upturned ass cheeks. The girl's mouth opened and closed in silent torment from the pressure of having her brother-in-law fucking so deep and far up inside her painfully heaving belly. God, she had thought Charles had filled her, but now she could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein on her sister's husband's rigidly imbedded staff. She whimpered as he began thrusting in and out of her tightly clinging little pussy, wiggling her buttocks around in tiny little circles trying her best to accommodate the whole pulsating hardness.
Liz could feel Bill's testicles slamming up against the soft wide-spread lips of her pussy, could feel the maddening tickle of the scrotum's bristly hair brushing again and again against her clitoris. The swollen pink lips of her tightly clasping little vagina drew back each time Bill lifted himself to pump his lust-hardened cock even deeper into her, the fleshy outer layers of her cunt clutching at his penis as though reluctant to let it come out. She moaned in ecstasy as his hands reached beneath her ribs to knead the dangling ripeness of her breasts and as he bit the side of her slender young neck and groveled his head hard into her smooth sun tanned back.
Finally, almost wordlessly and in total passion, they were joined together. Everything that had been aroused for the first time by Charles that afternoon blossomed forth anew inside Liz, and she responded to Bill's rapacious attack with every bit of energy in her strained young body. Her mind swirled with pleasure as she felt the pulsating hugeness of her brother-in-law's penis, boring deeper and deeper into her from behind. She revelled in a wanton abandonment that was spectacular in its lewd beauty. "Fuck into me harder," she cried joyously, "Fuck my cunt harder!"
Bill was thinking nothing, he was aware of almost nothing except that this was a woman who was a carbon copy of his wife, Fran: Fran there in the next room with the Cuban's cock sunk deep into her hungrily sucking mouth. Gradually, the black impenetrable mist of his anger dissipated under the heat of his wife's younger sister's urgency. Astonished, he looked down. This wasn't Fran! It was Liz! ? Liz who was so like Fran, her lithe young body straining back to his every plunge into her wonderfully heated vaginal depths. And he had always wanted Liz since meeting her when he first began dating Fran years ago. He had imagined her like this?on all fours, being fucked dog fashion by him?but had always pushed these salacious thoughts guiltily away. After all, it was Fran, this girl's sister, who was his wife!
Underneath him the young girl became wilder and wilder as her breath rasped hoarsely out of her chest; her smooth white buttocks rose to meet his every desire-driven thrust, and each time he buried his hotly pounding prick to the hilt she wiggled her naked body wildly, like a dog shaking water from itself.
Their joint cries were a confusion of grunts and groans as they tore madly on, the sweat of passion dripping heatedly from their bodies falling to the carpet below. Liz could feel her knee caps grind into the soft carpet as Bill seemed to be trying to hammer her through the floor. But, oh, it was so great! Oh, wow!
"Never stop... oh God, fuck me forever," she crooned, shaking her long hair from side to side.
Then, abruptly, the dark room was flooded with light as the door to the hallway was opened suddenly. From beneath Bill's still heaving form, Liz looked out groggily in the direction of the door to see the silhouetted Hans, standing with hands on hips. His big dog, Bruno was alertly poised at his side.
Get him, Bruno," ordered Hans curtly.
With a thunderous growl, almost a roar, the dog entered the room. Sensing what would happen, with almost a superhuman effort Liz forced herself upward pushing her brother-in-law off her back.
"Bill, Bill, look out," she screamed.
Bill's head came up to see the apparition of the fearsome dog lunging at him. Almost falling backward, he staggered to his feet and threw a chair at the dog. It didn't stop the animal, but it did slow him down long enough for Bill to leap through the open window. Once in the safety of the balcony, he quickly slammed the window behind him just as Bruno's body hurtled against the glass, unsuccessful once again. The glass did not break. Bruno fell back, growling, and then on command padded back to his master who still stood ready in the doorway. Hans had not moved from his position with hands on his hips. He cruelly smirked down at the panting, terrified young girl who nakedly cringed on the rug. Suddenly he laughed and the sound was the brittle bark of an animal.
"You breathe fast," he said in a guttural voice. "You have not been fucked enough, eh?"
Liz, beginning to tremble now, started to rise, but the dog's threatening growl and Hans sudden command "Stay there," froze her hands and knees.
"Answer me, bitch!" the guard suddenly snarled.
"Who... what?" the girl blinked at him through eyes that would not focus; her head swayed slowly from side to side causing her long blonde hair to move like a golden curtain back and forth over her ripely quivering breasts.
"It is plain that you have not been fucked enough yet," he repeated and tapped his boot toe on the floor thoughtfully. "Our leader, Ramon, has said we must take care of the needs of all our guests and keep them happy." He snorted, a vicious sound far more menacing than a warning, and said, "We will see you get enough fucking."
Hans turned to the giant German Shepherd, "Good dog. Fuck her. Fuck!"
It took almost five seconds for the words to penetrate the drunken young girl's consciousness, and by that time Bruno was behind her. Liz tried to crawl forward but a savage growl froze her into immobility. Oh God! The Cuban couldn't be serious?not a dog! Not an animal!
The petrified girl looked around fearfully and saw Bruno right in back of her, his long red tongue hanging hungrily out. She could hear his panting, and suddenly realized he was breathing almost as rapidly as she. Then she felt his cold muzzle gently touched between her warmly wet buttocks.
Bruno's tail began to lash excitedly back and forth as his glistening tongue took a long exploratory lick of the girl's fully cringing little anus and then came up underneath, lapping the whole heated length of her moistly unfulfilled cunt.
"Oooohhh!" the young girl's eyes widened as the first overpowering sensations aborted out all of her inhibitions and brought on a recurrence?intensified?of her earlier shameless arousal. From her erect little clitoris and quivering pink pussy lips to the puckering ring of her asshole, the dog's long, wet tongue coursed backwards and forwards with a vile slurping sound. Involuntarily, Liz began pushing herself backwards closer to the source of her wanton pleasure. Bill had been forced to flee the room when she was only a few seconds from cumming, and the desire to finish?to have the same beautifully explosive experience that she had first enjoyed only hours ago with Charles?was overwhelming her. She didn't care now how it happened, she just wanted it to happen!
Gropingly, Liz reached around behind her upraised buttocks and pulled the dog's head even closer, forcing its excitedly flaring nostrils underneath and into her widely distended cunt, as she spread her violently trembling thighs as far apart as possible and raised her ass high in lewd offering to the heavily panting animal.
Bruno sniffed at the young girl's now heatedly throbbing pussy lips, then his saliva moistened tongue licked three or four times in rapid succession before worming its long length into her ecstatically writhing cunt.
Abruptly he pulled his nose away!
Liz's loud wailing moan of disappointment ended almost the second it began, as the big German Shepherd put his front legs over her back and, in an instant, had mounted the girl, his forepaws locking around her waist in a tight animal-like embrace. At once, the dog's wetly shining penis appeared growing rapidly from underneath the hairy stomach. As the dog fought to mount higher, his long, hardening penis sought the fevered opening of Liz's eagerly quivering cunt. Finally, it found its mark and drove its long red shaft deep into the moistly heated depths of the girl's pussy, bucking madly as he tried to go deeper, deeper... deeper!
"Aaaaaggghhh. Goo-ooood! Ohhhh... " she could force no words from her pleasure and lust tightened throat.
Liz's breasts danced beneath her as the German Shepherd drove his animal haunches, harder and harder up between her open buttocks. Her mouth hung laxly open in wanton abandonment and her naked young body churned before him as the Shepherd's scarlet penis, pounding hotly into her frantically twitching vagina, rapidly brought her close to orgasm, promising to complete the joy that her sister's husband had left unfinished. The dog's panting tongue licked maddeningly at her shoulder blades as the girl savagely ground her firmly round buttocks higher and higher back at him?tighter up against him.
"Yes, yes!" she moaned, wanting to weep from the gloriously erotic sensations.
Bruno howled as his heated sperm began to spew deep up into her insanely writhing body. Then, with one last ramming thrust of his penis into her, Liz felt herself cumming too and, convulsing wildly as the powerful surges of ecstasy jolted her body, collapsed face down on the rug. The dog pulled away, his sperm-drained cock rapidly deflating and disappearing back into its furry sheath below. He sniffed for a moment at the young girl's back and then padded wearily over to his smirking master who had stood leeringly watching the salacious spectacle from the doorway.
Now Hans advanced toward the still slowly undulating body of the young girl, unbuckling his wide black belt and stripping off his T-shirt as he came.
"Turn over on your back," he ordered harshly, "and spread your legs wide!"
Liz looked back over her shoulder in an uncomprehending fear of what was to come next. She watched Hans stepping out of his trousers; he was a powerful looking brute, in spite of the paunch that slightly bulged out over his thick heavily ridged cock.
Without a word, the guard lowered himself on his back to the floor and roughly pulled Liz over on him so that she lay face down on top of him, her knees drawn up and straddling his hips. Unable to resist the strength of his brawn arms, she felt her hips being lifted heavily and then lowered so that her hotly throbbing cunt was skewered on Han's massive flesh pole. She felt his rigid hardness slide in all the way, effortlessly.
"Move your ass up and down," he ordered her brusquely. His big hands, like meat hooks, grasped her ripe, young breasts, and she was nearly sickened by his beady, pig-like eyes leering up at her.
Liz could feel his swollen cock pushing deep up inside her heatedly moistened vagina, flooded and wet now from the German shepherd's cumming into her just a few moments before. Her legs and arms felt as though they would fall off from exhaustion. Still in the throes of a euphoria induced by her climax, she was too relaxed to do his bidding.
"Move your snooty little butt!" Han's ordered her again, louder this time, and from the doorway, Bruno growled in warning.
Terrified, the young girl attempted to obey; she had raised her buttocks partially up when, suddenly the door was thrown open once again and Ramon was nakedly standing there watching her complete helpless impalement. The frightened girl looked pitifully up at the hi-jack leader from her impalement atop the rock-like Hans, and shuddered when she saw his long, flaccid penis begin to stir and rise, growing thicker and longer as it rose until it was just an angrily throbbing shaft jutting out at an angle from his groin.
The lewd sight sent a shiver through her body and, for the first time, Liz really felt the true hugeness of Han's cock far up inside of her vagina. She could feel all of its wonderfully corrugated ridges pressing in against her suddenly softly receptive flesh. She found herself finally beginning to move as Hans had ordered her to do, tentatively at first, but with increasing confidence sliding her moistly clasping cunt almost expertly up and down his heated rod.
At the same time Ramon moved quietly from the door to a position behind the intently working girl. He stared hotly at the smoothly, rounded cheeks of her young ass and then put his hands on her shoulders from behind and dropped to his knees.
"I want you too, baby," Ramon breathed heavily. "I want to fuck your asshole while Han's fucks your cunt.
The obscene remark and electrifying touch of the Cuban leader's fingers on her naked buttocks made the girl impatiently grind her heated vagina on Han's thick cock rammed up into her belly from below. A lewd smile crossed the guard's dull, sweating face, but it didn't matter to Liz, nothing mattered now. His heavy, rigid penis felt like a shaft of hotly pulsating steel inside her as she slowly began to respond to Ramon's caresses from behind.
The Cuban leader's hands wandered all over her young sweat-drenched body, coursing down ward over the ridges of her spine and worming into the moist crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks, until his hand finally reached her tightly puckered little anus. Only then did Liz wince in sudden fear, and then stifled a cry of alarm as he used his thumb to separate the soft moons of her ass, prying them open until she felt the coolness of the air against her anus. Oh God, what was he going to do to her? He said he was going to "fuck" her there, but that wasn't possible?was it? She tried to tense her quivering buttocks back together, but he dug his fingers so cruelly into her soft flesh that, with a loud moan, she relaxed and allowed him to do as he wished. The young American girl was totally helpless now, trapped between the two lust crazed men. Ramon's middle finger began pressing in against the tight elastic opening of her tiny puckered asshole. The pressure built up until finally it thrust abruptly in through the tiny ring of tender flesh. At once, he began to probe deeply into the warm velvety depths of her rectum while with his other hand he stroked his thickly swollen cock in preparation for the ultimate humiliation of his young victim: Liz had begun to get used to the feeling when abruptly he jerked his finger out of her asshole; it came out with a long soft farting sound, which caused the man fucking into her from below to laugh aloud. The drunken young girl gasped out piteously as she felt Ramon's blood-engorged penis pressing hotly against her tightly resisting little rectal opening. Rearing forward to escape the discomfort of this new impalement, she only succeeded in smashing Han's massive cock harder up against her cervix inside. Dazed by the unexpected pain in her deeply impaled young pussy, she frantically jerked backwards again, and Ramon's throbbing staff finally popped through the straining elastic ring of her anus. The spongy blood engorged head disappeared slowly into the tightly resisting little opening.
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" God, they were killing her! They would rip her apart! Sweating, feeling some pain himself from the extreme tightness, Ramon hammered his rigidly hard cock in inch by tortured inch until with a groan, he was buried to the hilt in the helplessly writhing young girl's asshole.
Only a thin membrane between her anus and cunt separated the two heavily throbbing cocks, and her whole belly seemed filled with heatedly pulsating male flesh. Now she felt them begin to move inside her belly, slowly at first and then, like some ancient, two-piston engine starting to pick up speed, the two thickly expanded cocks began slamming into her with explosive force. Within seconds they had established a natural rhythm, buffeting her naked body limply between them, and soon the helpless girl's moans of pain faded to a low whimper of passionate pleading, First her hips moved backwards to meet Ramon's plunging penis, causing his blood-engorged balls to smack lewdly against her smooth upturned asscheeks?then she thrust forward and her voracious pussy eagerly swallowed the whole of Han's thickly pulsating penis.
"Ooooh, ooooh, ooohhh," she chanted in a masochistic ecstasy as they fucked more and more wildly into her wantonly writhing body. She felt like a helpless slave being ravaged in the most obscene way possible by two cruel rapists, and she revelled in the dual rape. Uncontrollable spasms of delight began to build deep in her belly with each stroke of the rhythmically pistoning shafts. Her body was gone, her mind was gone... she was nothing now but a red-hot mass of sensation and desire. Baring her teeth in animal-like rapture, she shrieked out her impending orgasm.
With a long, satisfied moan the trembling exhausted girl collapsed into unconsciousness down against the Cuban guard's massive chest. She did not feel anything further as the two hotly aroused men buffeted her limp body between them until finally they too exploded up inside her draining the last of their hot white sperm deep into her wide-stretched rectum and cunt, which only that morning had still been virginal and pure...
The next morning, she awoke safe in her own bed in the cabana with a raging headache from all the wine. She could not remember who had brought her there the night before. But, the most surprising thing of all was that Fran was lying in the bed beside her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After Bill had managed to dive out onto the balcony in time to shut the window behind him in the snarling face of the savage dog, he leaned for a moment gasping for breath on the rail over the garden and fastened up his pants. Then, fearful that Hans would open the window and send the German Shepherd out after him, he quickly moved away. His mind was a swirl of thoughts of Fran, of Liz, of his own unsatisfied and rudely interrupted lust. In him, a dull anger was beginning to intensify, becoming hotter by the second. He began to ask himself again and again what in the hell had possessed Fran to allow herself to be fucked in the mouth and used like a whore, to want to be used the way she had been a few minutes before with the swarthy hi-jack leader.
Fran was his wife! Dammit, they had always done everything together! Did this mean that she had been cheating on him all along? How could she have taken another man's hotly throbbing penis into her wide-open mouth when she seemed almost ashamed to touch his?
He didn't know what horrible sight might meet his eyes if he looked into the communications center window again, and he was tempted to turn his head away when he paused this time. Still, though, an almost masochistic curiosity made him pause, then peek.
The couch was empty! Where were they? Where had that son of a bitch, Ramon, taken Fran? What other filthy, perverted thing were they engaged in now? He found himself trembling almost uncontrollably in a frustrated anger so great that he felt he could gladly kill the hi-jack leader and his own wanton whore of a wife!
The young husband started to move past the window when Fran's solitary, still naked figure came into view. Her back was to him and she was just snapping on her bra. Bill looked around the room carefully and saw that she was alone. Quietly, he watched her pick up her white bikini panties and pull them up over her ripely flaring hips. Then she began to wiggle into her white mini dress, the twin fleshy globes of her gracefully rounded ass twitching provocatively as she shifted weight to pull the garment down over herself.
With a roar like a wounded bull, Bill crashed his forearms and shoulders against the window in front of him. The latch gave way, the screws ripping completely out of the frame, and he almost fell into the room, spinning desperately to keep his balance, as he charged his now petrified wife with a series of maniacal groans of rage.
Fran let out a little shriek as she heard the wood splintering behind her and a dark figure hurtled through the window. The apparition was less than three feet away from her before she realized it was her husband. The terrified housewife hadn't had time to say anything before he was on her, clawing at her clothes. With a loud sound of ripping cloth, Fran felt her white mini being torn down from her shoulders.
"Bill... Bill!" she pleaded, but her only answer was a crescendo of even louder animal-like growls, as her tattered dress fell in a heap around her ankles. His hand savagely caught the elastic band at the top of her white satin bikini panties, and with one vicious jerk, they were ripped from her wildly trembling loins.
"Bill... for God's sake, what's wrong?" she screamed, then recoiled as though she had been struck when he dug both hands inside the top of her bra and simply yanked; her softly gleaming, melon-like breasts spilled out, quivering in their new found freedom.
The young wife cringed, disbelieving, as he savagely pulled down his trousers and shorts permitting his long, fully-erect penis to leap up in front of him like a battering ram. The massively throbbing shaft was still glistening from Liz's excited cuntal secretions and the Cuban, Ramon's, saliva.
Fran attempted once more to calm her nakedly enraged husband but he gave her a chance to do no more than cry out once more in shock and pain as he forced her brutally down to her hands and knees on the floor. Like a savage animal he was on her at once, his immense fleshy rod jabbing furiously in the slippery crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks.
Fran was barely able to get her hands out in front of herself in time to keep her head and whole body from being shoved into the rug as Bill began tearing at her whole backside, seeking entry to her anus. The massively heated head slipped away from her cringing rectal entrance twice, then popped through.
"Bill, no Bill, please not there-it's too big," Fran cried in despair and pain.
But he seemed not to have heard her pleas and shoved mercilessly on, dragging her voluptuously rounded hips back onto his barbarous prick. Revenge by cumming in the asshole of his cheating wife was his only thought, the only goal, maddened as he was in a mixture of jealousy and guilt at his own recent infidelity in the adjoining room with Liz.
"Oh God, Bill, it's too big," she screamed, as the first wave of agony really hit her when he started ramming the huge, impatiently pounding staff deeper and deeper into her tortured bowels.
"Ramon's wasn't too big for your fucking throat," he bellowed almost incoherently.
With a gasp of awareness, Fran realized that Bill knew, that he had seen her with Ramon. And just as quickly she realized that now she must do everything she could to appease his lust if there was ever to be anything between them again. She knew her actions during the cruel sodomizing rape by her own husband might either be the saving of their marriage or losing everything they had built together back in Shaker Heights. Beyond this simple fact she could hardly think because everything was fiery pain and more pain, as mercilessly he rammed again and again, forcing his huge cock far up into her softly resisting flesh.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhh!" she finally screamed through tightly gritted teeth, her eyes wide in stunned disbelief, as his angry penis seemed to reach the limits of her ability to stand any more without fainting from the pain. But she knew she must go on, that she must please her husband now as she never had before, so she pushed herself back even further until she could feel and actually hear his sperm-bloated balls smacking loudly against the back of her nakedly trembling thighs.
Now, as her hopelessly stretched little asshole began to accommodate the invading cudgel, the totality of the act took over from the pain of it, and Fran's head slowly started flailing from side to side, her long hair falling in golden confusion over her heavily straining breasts. Bill began making longer, smoother thrusts deep into the soft confines of her warm buttery rectum, and hoarse grunts of animal-like excitement bubbled from his throat. The excitement of this cruel act of sodomy began to rise in the young wife and she reached under herself and began to tickle his pounding balls gently, looking back once over her shoulder at his face to see the effect it was having on him.
Bill was grunting more softly now and, with his massively throbbing cock buried far, far up into her heaving belly, he began slowly to come to his senses. It was then that he made the first signs of tenderness since the unnatural rape had begun; he reached beneath their writhing bodies, up between her open thighs, and parting the softness of her pubic hair, gently caressed her clitoris.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, and his touch there was the most ecstatic thing she had ever experienced. Then he was digging his fingers into her hotly moistened cuntal opening?finger fucking her in rhythm with his sodomizing strokes. The action and reaction between finger and pussy, cock and anus, quickly brought her to a peak, and she began breathing frantically as she sought relief.
Then, with a series of frightening shudders, Fran could feel Bill's long, hard penis begin to jerk in heated convulsions, exploding like a roman candle far up into the steaming depths of her bowels.
Like the coming of a tornado, the delicious hot torrents of his sperm shooting wildly into her asshole touched off the most violent orgasm she had ever experienced. A hot tremor of pleasure rippled the length of her battered body.
"Aaaaaiiieee, I'm cumming. Oh, God, I'm cumming, darling... darling... " She screamed in bliss as she felt herself falling face forward, convulsing in rapture, as his hot sperm ran down inside the softly yielding crevice of her brutalized buttocks and trickled further down the insides of her smooth hairless thighs.
Fran realized that she was falling even further than the floor, and she kept on falling, falling, falling until the blackness of a satiated exhaustion rolled over her. She was asleep less than five minutes, but when she awakened?still nakedly lying on the floor of the communications center?she was alone. Bill, her own husband, had deserted her. She felt more alone than she had ever been in her life!
Wretchedly, painfully, she began collecting the tattered remnants of her clothes and attempted to make herself presentable enough to at least get through the hotel lobby.
She walked dejectedly back to the cabana, fighting tears all the way, and then all her rigidly-enforced composure evaporated in one sudden thunderclap of censure.
Bill had locked her out of their cabana!
Stricken, scalding tears blinding her, she ran next door to Liz's bungalow and threw open the door. Her younger sister was drunkenly asleep?face down on the bed?still in the exact same position she had fallen when Hans dumped her unconscious body from his shoulders a few minutes before.
Miserably crawling into the other bed, Fran gave vent to her despair, and great shudders of shame and sorrow shook her body for hours...
Fran awakened to find her sister staring through blood-shot eyes at her. For a split second she wasn't sure where she was or what had happened, then the events of the night rushed back into her mind. She closed her eyes, by that act hoping harsh reality would go away.
"Do you feel as bad as I do?" Liz's sick voice came from the other bed.
Fran couldn't answer, merely nodded once.
"I threw up three times," the younger sister said with almost a touch of pride in her voice.
Fran was silent. What a mess her neat orderly life had suddenly become. Twenty four hours earlier she had been just another nice, normal Shaker Heights housewife with an executive husband. Now she was no longer nice and certainly not normal?not with the vile perverted things she had done and had done to her?and she had no husband. She had been sure she was all cried out from last night, but abruptly the tears were back again.
Somewhat blearily, Liz stared over toward her sister, saw the tears, and realized with a sudden hollow pit in her stomach that something really horrible had happened. "Sis... why aren't you with Bill?" she asked, her young voice sounding frightened.
"He locked me out."
"No! But why?"
"He saw Ramon and me," the weeping wife sobbed.
"Oh God!" Liz frantically tried to think of something to say?some way to help. "Didn't you tell him that you did it to protect me?"
Fran sniffed. "He didn't give me a chance. He was like someone insane."
"That son of a bitch," the young girl said succinctly.
"Don't call him that," Fran said heatedly. "He had every reason to hate me."
"Oh yeh? Well, I shouldn't be telling you this, but he... he... well, he was like an animal when he... when he made love to me."
"God! No!" Fran said, her eyes wide, feeling everything was lost now. Bill had turned to her own younger sister in his despair.
"It's all my fault," Liz said, beginning to wail. "It's all my fault. I flirted with Bill, then let Charles make love to me... and... then Hans and Ramon both at the same time... She shuddered. "I'm so... so evil!"
Painfully, Fran got up from her bed, went to her loudly weeping sister's side, and took the girl in her arms. "Shush," she said, stroking Liz's hair. "Shush, you aren't evil, sweetiepie. No one could ever call you evil."
"But... but I wanted Bill and Charles to... to do it to me. I let them. And then, when I was drunk last night-after Bill started making love to me, Hans came in right in the middle and Fran put her hand over the girl's mouth. "No more. No more. Try to forget it."
That remark brought an even louder wail from Liz. "But how can I forget? I liked it!"
And Fran, remembering Ramon's hungry mouth on her vagina, his long deliciously throbbing cock between her tightly compressed lips... and even the excitedly brutal sodomizing-rape by Bill, suddenly murmured, "So did I, God help me. I liked it, too!"
The two women were staring oddly at one another, each surprised with this new knowledge of each other and of their own bodies. It was something they would have to think about individually; later?much later? they'd be able to discuss it. The corner of Fran's mouth twitched upward, and Liz blinked through her tears and dimpled.
They heard the steps on the gravel outside, then a preemptory knock. Fran pulled the sheet close around her and opened the door. It was Hans!
"Ramon wants to see both of you right away," he said gruffly, staring in with a lewd grin at Liz who turned her head disdainfully away.
"Where?" asked Fran, not really caring. "In his office. I should warn you, he's not in a very good mood this morning," Hans said, acting as though he was happy to tell them about Ramon's foul temper?just to increase their alarm.
The girls dressed in their bathing suits because it was faster and went to the hotel. The door to Ramon's office was open and they could see him working busily behind his desk. Entering timidly, they stood close to each other near the door.
Ramon looked up, smiling thinly, "What I have to say has nothing to do with the fun and games of last night," he began. "As far as that part of it is concerned, I have no complaints. The problem this morning is that Charles still refuses to cooperate."
"Oh no," exclaimed Fran, a hand going involuntarily to her face.
"Yes, I'm afraid that's the case. And this time I have to tell you that it will go very badly for both of you unless, sometime before this evening, Charles is here in my office ready to give me the information and cooperation I need. I have several troops who are interested in Liz. They feel cheated at not having been able to see Bruno and your little sister putting on their act last night, Fran."
Liz gasped and opened her mouth to say something.
Repulsed by what he had said, but collected by this time, Fran cut off her sister by speaking first. "I think I understand what you mean, you bastard," she said acidly.
"However you do it is up to you," replied Ramon with a sneer.
Fran spun on her heel and taking Liz's hand abruptly, almost pulled her from the office. In the hallway Fran stopped and looked straight at Liz.
"I'll go to Charles this time," Fran said to her little sister. You go back to the pool, or to your room; I don't care where the hell you go, just go," she added, turning to walk down the hall toward the lobby leaving Liz standing there.
Within a minute Fran was at Charles's door, calmly, coldly preparing herself for the ordeal. She knew what Ramon expected her to do, and she knew she would do it... what did it matter now, anyway? Her marriage was ruined?Bill hated her too much even to be in the same room with her! In the past two days her self-respect had been totally destroyed, and Fran felt emotionally paralyzed. What did it matter if she acted like a whore to convince Charles to cooperate with Ramon... what did anything matter now, except getting away from this evil place safely and hoping to regain sanity enough to piece together the shattered fragments of her life?and Liz's. Right now her body was merely a tool, a means to an end. She knocked.
Charles opened the door and his eyes widened in appreciation as he smiled warmly down at Fran.
"You can't imagine how glad I am to see you! Ramon has locked me in here and won't let anyone else come in."
"It must be terribly hard for you." Fran's cold voice was sarcastic, and Charles glanced at her sharply.
"How did you get in here, anyway? Did Ramon send you?"
"Yes, I guess you could say he sent me, either Liz or I."
"Liz! A lovely girl, your sister!" Charles smiled, thinking of yesterday. The older sister was quite as attractive, and would probably be just as passionate as Liz had been.
"Yes, she's lovely?and until yesterday she was also pure... and I was married to a man who loved and respected me. Now we've been destroyed, just because you're too damn selfish to think of anyone except yourself!"
"Come on, my dear, you're over dramatizing... sit down and try to act calm." He took her hand and pulled her over to the bed. "Now I know it's been a bad time for you?it's not exactly fun for me, either, locked in here alone. But you don't understand the situation at... "
"I certainly do understand!" interrupted Fran angrily, glaring at his handsome face. "You won't cooperate with Ramon, and you're making life hell for a lot of innocent people. I don't suppose you're interested, but the old man in 107 was on his way to see a heart specialist in Miami. His wife was crying in the hall this morning?she says without proper medication he'll have another stroke and die here without a doctor! And what about Liz and me? Ramon has already ruined our lives, and now he threatens to hurt us more if you don't talk to him. Liz is going to have to put on a lewd show with a dog in front of his troops. All because of you! You... you inhuman, selfish bastard."
Charles stared at her for a long minute, till finally she turned away in embarrassment. "I'm sorry about the old man," he said slowly, "but not about you, or what your sister and I enjoyed together. She is a woman, I'm a man. Be honest with yourself, Fran... haven't you gained something from all this?" His voice was low and seductive.
"I don't know what you mean!" Fran's voice was cold, but her eyes evaded his.
"This is what I mean!" Charles leaned over and began gently covering her bare shoulders and neck with light, teasing kisses. "You like it, don't you... " His hands began caressing her ripely full, fleshy breasts through the thin fabric of her bikini.
"Take your hands off me, Charles?unless you promise to go to Ramon! I mean it!" She stared at him furiously. "Are you going to do it?"
"Will you do it, Fran?" Charles smiled at her with eagerly magnetic eyes.
Fran's mouth was dry and she had to force the words through parched lips. "Yes, I'll let you fuck me if you go to Ramon." So now she had sold her body once again... she was truly a whore... and, incredibly, an unexpected shiver rippled up her thighs and belly at the lewd thought. Denying the unwanted sensation, she demanded "Well, are you going to do it or not?"
Charles considered for a moment. "I suppose there's no alternative now with the old man's heart and Ramon's threat about Liz... but first I'll claim my payment!" His eyes slowly undressed her, and he spoke softly. "Take off your clothes, Fran!"
She knew she had to endure this final humiliation, that there was no way out. It had been different committing adultery last night with Ramon; then she had been drunk. But now? In the harsh sober light of day? Hesitantly, she unfastened the bikini top and slipped out of the bottom, refusing to meet his eyes even though she could feel them hungrily studying the long curves of her sun-brown body and the slight purplish bruises from yesterday on her gracefully rounded buttocks and firm slender thighs.
"Now he down and spread your beautiful legs open for me!" he ordered, and she complied stoically, ignoring the thrill that ran through her as cool air rushed over her sensitive vaginal flesh when she spread her already trembling thighs wide apart. She had to do this, but she was determined not to allow herself to react like a wanton whore as she had done yesterday.
Charles stood above her, slowly drawing off his silk robe. His long, erectly hard cock, already glistening at the tip with drops of lubricant, throbbed obscenely at her. "I think I know what kind of woman you are, Fran. By the time I've had my payment from you, you'll be begging for more! Because you are even more of a woman than your sister." His voice was softly insinuating, and she felt her breath quicken involuntarily as an unwanted moisture seeped between her quivering thighs.
He dropped down beside her and moved one hand to the smoothness of her full buttocks, pressing her reluctant body against his. "You feel so nice there... " he murmured, crushing his lips against hers and moving one hand over her heatedly cringing cuntal lips while the other hand continued to knead the silky flesh of her buttocks. His experienced fingers caressed slowly at first, then began a fast, rotating motion around her sensitively quivering little clitoris.
Fran found it difficult to breath as the erotic sensations began radiating out from her groin. Oh God, her body was already betraying her again! She was truly depraved, a common, dirty whore, just as corrupt as any of these men. Fran's eyes filled with tears of guilty desire as she felt her vagina tingle and her pelvis begin grinding up against his warmly throbbing penis. She clenched her teeth tightly together and stifled a moan as the smooth rubbery tip of his cock began tantalizing her traitorously quivering, wet pussy lips.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, Fran?fuck you like that husband of yours never has... fuck you till you scream... fuck you... fuck you... fuck you, you wonderful little whore... " His voice murmuring in her ear nearly drove her insane, and suddenly, to her own shocked surprise, she heard her voice moan. "Yes... fuck me, Charles... fuck me hard! Make it good for me. Please!"
With a low, animal-like growl, Charles was on top of her, thrusting forward to drive his rigidly pulsing cock into her, thrusting forward to drive his rigidly pulsing cock into her eagerly gaping vagina with all the heated impatience of a teenaged boy. She gasped as the long throbbing penis slid far up into her warmly sucking sheath, racing into her until his velvety balls slapped lewdly against her ass cheeks and the rubbery cock tip pressed against her cervix. Waves of undeniable sensation shook her body and, groaning in wanton abandonment, she began to grind her steaming pussy up against his thick fleshy rod, drawing her knees up to meet his pounding thrusts. All right, she told herself, she was depraved and corrupt... but god, it was GOOD... so unbelievably good! The flaming desire coursing through the young wife's wildly flailing loins was the only thing that mattered now. This strong, powerful man was fucking her... and she wanted him and his big wonderful penis sunk deep up inside her more than anything else in the world!
Fran gripped him even tighter between her thighs, opening and closing them in time to the long smooth thrusts that jolted her body. Soon, she was pounding her heels rapidly against her laboring buttocks, spurring him on, while she gyrated wildly beneath him.
Suddenly he pulled away from her and withdrew his prick completely out of her. She lay there, shocked, moaning in wanton frustration.
"Fran, is there any doubt in your mind that you're a hot, sensual woman who needs this kind of fucking?"
"No... no," then impatiently she was begging him to continue, too hotly aroused now to care about pride or morals. "Fuck me, Charles. Oh God! Please fuck me, I need it."
He pulled her eagerly trembling body toward him. "You fuck me this time," he whispered lewdly. "Get on top of me. You'll like it that way."
Confused, Fran obeyed, not really knowing exactly what he wanted, but as she straddled his loins and he returned his thick, wetly glistening cock up into her fevered pussy, she realized that it reached wonderfully far up into her hungrily absorbing vagina. Excitedly, she began to grind her cunt up and down on his long hard thickness as if she were riding a horse. The twin moons of her ass rose and fell, rose and fell?gleaming warm, like shining ivory. Faster and faster she screwed onto him, her loins jerking spasmodically against his muscular hips. She was twisting her hips frantically now as their two panting bodies reached an unbearable peak of passion. Then she was there!
"Aaaaaaggghhhhh... I'm cuuuuummmmmmming!" cried Fran, as with a violent jerk she collapsed writhing in ecstasy on his heaving, sweat-drenched chest. A few seconds later she heard his passionate groan, and the hot torrent of sperm began spurting deep into her heaving belly, mixing with her own still wildly churning juices. Limply, in exhausted bliss, they clung to each other, deflating penis still buried within the softly twitching cuntal walls.
Minutes later, Charles pulled his glistening fleshy shaft from her overflowing pussy and said, "Now you must suck my cock hard again, and we will try something else exciting.
Without repugnance, the young wife bent and placed her lips in homage around the flaccid penis?glistening wetly now from her own cuntal juices?and began a gentle nibbling. Almost at once, it was huge and throbbing again...
Liz had watched with mixed emotions as her sister walked abruptly away from her and down the hallway leading toward Charles's suite. Last night Fran had protected her from Ramon?or at least thought she had?and now from Charles. The young girl had to admit that Fran could manage Ramon better than she could, and there was no doubt in her mind that Fran could also handle Charles. She sighed, finding her love and respect for her sister growing as each new unexpected facet of Fran's personality was uncovered. The two sisters had always been close, but now?just in these last twenty four hours?they were more than close, they were almost of one mind and one body.
Thoughtfully, she began walking back to her cabana. Outside, by the pool, she saw Bill sitting dejectedly on his beach mat. She went over to him, uncertain of how to act. She was angry at the way he had treated Fran and yet, at the same time, she remembered how his wonderfully long throbbing cock had felt buried to the hilt in her warmly receptive vagina. She decided to play the whole thing cool, to see what tack he would take.
"Hello," he said glumly.
"Hi."
There was a long silence, then he groaned, "Where's Fran?"
"What do you care? You locked her out."
He stared at her, a red flush of anger growing on his face, "Did she tell you why?"
"Yes. She said you had seen her and Ramon making out together." The young girl paused and then gave him the harpoon, "Did you tell her that you raped me?"
He blinked and now the red of his face was embarrassment.
"Did you?" she persisted.
"No." It was said softly, uncertainly. Then he added, "I'm sorry, I guess I lost my head."
"No you didn't. You would have done the same thing yesterday afternoon if you'd really been given a chance." Liz inspected her fingernails. "I think it's called 'cheating', you would have cheated on your wife, yesterday afternoon, without reason." He started to interrupt but she stopped him immediately, "No... let me finish! You had no reason. Fran did! She was trying to protect me; Ramon was blackmailing her. She was protecting me, but what she didn't know was that I didn't really want to be protected. She had a reason for what she did. I didn't. You didn't."
Bill stirred uneasily. God, he couldn't seem to think straight. What the girl was saying was the absolute truth. Christ, everything was so screwed up! He remembered the anger and the excitement he'd felt while watching his wife sucking that bastard Cuban, Ramon's, cock. He strongly suspected that moment was the first time he had ever thought of his wife as a woman?a highly sexed, hungry woman who could and would try to please a man.
Liz watched the thoughts running like clouds across his face and wondered exactly what he was thinking. Gradually, his look of anger and defection began to be replaced by a look of resolution. He seemed to sit up straighter. Finally he said, "Where's my wife, Liz?"
"Trying to get us released."
"Is she with Ramon?"
"I'm not going to tell you, you'd just do some thing stupid."
Quickly, Bill got to his feet, paying no heed to Liz's entreaties to stay where he was. When the young girl jumped up and tried to grab his arm, he merely shook her off.
Oh God, now I've done it, Liz thought. Ramon will kill him. "Bill, don't go. Come with me to the cabana. Look, you can make love to me, Bill. Don't go. Stay here, I want you to make love to me." The last was thrown in as a desperation measure. She didn't want anything happening to him... or to her sister. She would gladly let him fuck her, and it wouldn't all be self-sacrifice, either, because he had felt good inside of her. She was still attracted to him and probably always would be-just as he probably was to her, too.
"I'll take a raincheck," he said, looking as if he really meant it.
"Be careful... please!"
Bill strode across the lawn and up the steps to the hotel. He went directly to Ramon's office and went in without knocking. The hi-jack leader looked up, surprised, as the door was wrenched open. Bill glanced around the room. "Where is she?" he demanded.
"Who?"
"My wife. The woman you blackmailed into helping you, into making love with you."
"I see. She told you about the t.v. tape, eh? I'm surprised."
Bill almost blurted out "what t.v. tape", when he decided to act as if he knew everything. Actually, when he had spoken of blackmail, he was talking about Fran trying to protect Liz. "Yes," he lied, "she told me everything. I want to see this t.v. tape."
Ramon shrugged, uncaring, and turned the television set on. Immediately, his blonde young wife's nakedly writhing body filled the screen. Bill watched, holding his anger in abeyance, as he saw the hi-jack leader once again tongue fucking his wife. He moved in closer to the screen and stared at her face. It was contorted in passion, all right, but there was something else strange about it. Finally it hit him. "You drugged her," he said, turning to stare at the swarthy kidnapper.
"Yes, of course. You didn't think she would permit that to be done to her by a virtual stranger." Ramon spoke as if her were explaining something to an idiot.
"I'd like to kill you," the young husband said, and knew he meant it.
Ramon shrugged. "You can't, so don't try it. I don't want to hurt anyone."
Bill nodded angrily toward the screen, not caring to watch it any longer, "And that's your idea of not hurting anyone?"
"It didn't hurt her, she rather enjoyed it... and she needed it, after you left her unsatisfied a little earlier."
Bill recoiled. "She told you that?"
"Yes, she did. Under the influence of the drug. But it was apparent even on the plane that she was a woman whose husband was not taking proper care of her. Nothing she said or did, but something about the way she looked. You haven't been a very thoughtful husband or lover, I would say."
"I didn't care to come here to talk about my faults," Bill said. "I want to know where my wife if."
"And I am not prepared to tell you at the moment." He glanced over toward the television set as it went white, and pursed his lips. "Do you want the t.v. tape? It's of no use to me any longer now that you know about it."
"No... all I want is my wife."
Ramon went over to the tape adapter and pushed the "rewind" and the red "erase" buttons at the same time. The machine whirled as the tape was erased. "It's all gone now," Ramon said, looking just a trifle sorry. "I would have like to have kept it after you all leave, to remind me that once there was a fabulous woman lying beneath me on that couch! He shrugged, "But perhaps it is just as well this way."
Bill was tired of this verbal play, and his anger was coming back again. He balled up his fists and stood before the taller, huskier man. "Where is my wife?" he demanded again.
Ramon smiled in warning under hooded eyes, then glanced at his watch. "She will be back at your cabana within an hour. That is all I am going to tell you." He pushed a button on the desk and immediately Hans and the big German Shepherd were in the room. The dog, as if sensing the tight atmosphere, growled softly.
Ramon said, "Hans, take Mister Williams back to his room. Keep him there."
Bill stared at the hi-jack leader, then nodded. "You said an hour. All right, let me tell you this. I don't care about your goddamned killer dog or your fat ugly guard here. If they get in my way at the end of the hour, I'll kill them if they don't kill me. That's a fact, and you'd better believe me. You've been pretty careful to make sure that no one gets hurt. Try explaining my murder to the United States... " He turned rapidly and started out of the room.
Ramon stopped him. "None of that will be necessary, Mister Williams... Bill. I'm ordering you all released in about an hour, I would say. Later, when you've had a chance to think about it... you might thank your wife. She's the one who is responsible for your freedom. She's a fine woman; it's too bad you don't take better care of her." He held out his hand, which Bill refused to take. "Goodbye, then. We won't be seeing each other again." The hi-jack leader nodded his head, and Hans led the way out of the office and out of the hotel... with Bruno close behind.
Bill had spent slightly more than forty five minutes in deep agonizing thought in his cabana, readjusting his whole outlook on marriage and Fran and himself. His self-appraisal made him realize that he had been a lousy husband, and that hurt. Fran had tried so many times to tell him of her needs... and he had known she had them, but pretended not to notice her groans of disappointment when he pulled out of her after lovemaking. Well, the solution to that wasn't something he could figure out by himself... it was something that had to be discussed with Fran... his wife.
Whatever the outcome, he was going to do his damndest to keep her around, and it was going to be fun learning about each other's wicked little desires... and wants. There was no reason why Liz couldn't be included in the fun and games as well. Even Liz's boy friend, Al, when they got to Miami. Suddenly, with the thought of all the good things to come, he felt his penis beginning to stir in anticipation.
Outside he heard the rising crescendo of cheers and applause. He went to the door, expecting to be met by Bruno, but the big German Shepherd and Hans had disappeared. He saw Liz running toward him from the pool.
"We're leaving in an hour... we're leaving," she shouted happily, "Fran did it. Fran did it!"
He looked beyond the young girl and saw his wife slowly trudging down the path toward them. She looked alone, dejected, hurt, vulnerable!
Bill met her half-way and watched her expression change from shamed uncertainly to a radiant glow as he put his arm around her waist.
All he said was, "Come on, hon. We're going home.".
And that really, was all that was necessary for him to say... for it summed up everything.
