Tico smiled as the young beauty stepped out of the water and shook off, her fine girlish body glistening in the South American sun. The nipples were hard, and from where he hid in the bushes, he could see the goose flesh that stood up on her thighs and arms.
Ada Vensuella stood at the river's edge, waiting for the sun to dry her clothes, which were stretched over a bush. She was in no particular hurry. A quarter mile down river, a halt dozen young girls from neighboring villages were also bathing in the water, and she could hear their girlish giggles and yells in the distance. Ada smiled to herself. She could not help thinking of the other girls as immature. Most of them had never been outside of the immediate area, and few of them had ever known the kiss of a real man. The closest any of them came to dating, was going horseback riding with one of the local boys. Farmers, most of them. Very few of them were worldly enough to know the difference between a fine wine and cheap hooch. Very few of them could distinguish between real jewelry and the fake costume junk the gringos bring into the basin to pawn off on locals for various valuable resident commodities.
Ada was somewhat unique, in that she had done a little traveling in her life. Thanks to a boyfriend of her older sister's, she'd vacationed in Rio once. She'd stayed in a fine hotel, and experienced the company of a handful of very interesting and sophisticated people. Soldiers of Fortune, was one phrase for them. Other people called them other things.
Ada ran a comb through the long blue-black mane of her hair, spreading it out to assist the sun in the process of drying. She had no idea that she was being watched. No idea that a mere twenty feet away, one of the General's men was studying her through binoculars.
Tico appraised the situation carefully. He knew that if one of the villagers caught him, he could be killed and buried without a word of protest from anyone. He also knew that it was unlikely he'd be caught. And once he got away no one would be able to do anything to him at all. It would not be the first time one of the General's men raped a local girl. The General would look stern and promise to punish the man. Then, after the complaining parties left the military base, the General would wink and signal with his hand that it is over. Nothing. Carry on.
Tico crept up close to see if the young girl was worth the effort. So many of the local girls looked good from a distance, but when you got up close they were quite ordinary.
He moved as close as he could, without making a sound or betraying his presence in any way. Soon he was very close. He no longer needed the binocs.
He gave her a very thorough once over.
The long olive legs, the flat belly and high firm young breasts, the little dark titty tips! Excellent! Easily as beautiful as the girl that General Mendez kept as his personal concubine.
Tico was good at creeping around. Before joining to serve with the General, he had been a freedom fighter, living in the mountains with a band of men dedicated to overthrowing the military regime. He had been very idealistic back then, and determined to end the tyranny he saw around him. But something happened to Tico. Something dark and ugly.
One evening he was out with his band, on a mission. Their target was a munitions depot, being kept by a band of counter-revolutionaries. They took their target, but then the man in charge of the mission gave orders to execute the villagers who were guarding the depot. The guards were not soldiers. They didn't even know that they were guarding. But Tico and his men carried out their orders.
Tico became a different person. A jackal. A man who lived only for the pleasures of the moment. He abandoned all ethics.
A few weeks later he joined the General. General Mendez was no longer a General, actually. He'd branched off, away from the established government, founding his own small world deep in the jungle. He kept the title of General, of course, but all Mendez really was, was a little monarch with a little kingdom ruled by his whims.
Mendez threw around a lot of rhetoric, but he was really just a pirate.
Everyone knew that. And for that reason the freedom fighters, as well as the government, wanted him dead.
Tico and his peers lived with the knowledge that anyone who saw fit to find and kill them, would receive a nice reward. So in a sense they were at war with everyone. The rebels and the government, as well as any citizens who were unfortunate enough to cross their path.
"Spoils of war," Tico mumbled to himself, as he sprung from his hiding place and tackled the young girl. He placed a wide palm over her mouth and together, they toppled over to the soft ground.
"Say nothing, or you will be dead," he whispered hotly into her ear.
The girl's dark eyes bulged in horror as her body strained to break free of his grip. But the macho held her tightly, and in seconds he'd bound her wrists behind her back and spun her around to face him.
"What do you want?" she asked him angrily.
"If you want to live, my dear, you will not resist me. You will do as I command you. If you please me I will let you go. If you do not, your future will be a short one. Understood?"
Ada looked down. "Yes, I understand," she said. She was sobbing now, as he led her deep into the brush, away from the river's edge.
Tico took her clothes, so that if anyone came looking for her, they would not become suspicious. He led her to a clearing at the edge of the jungle, and pushed her down on the soft earth.
Tico undid her wrists, then quickly re-tied her to a tree. Her hands were bound over her head, and a rope was thrown over a high branch and tied to her wrists.
He lifted her young girlish body by pulling on the rope. Tico pulled her arms up until she was taut, her breasts jutting towards him, her legs pulled tight. She was on her tippy toes now.
He tied thongs to her ankles and lashed them to the tree with her legs far apart, the little dark pussy wide open to his hungry prick.
He stood alongside of her, tweaking the dark titty tips and feeling her smooth olive flesh with his hungry hands. He hooked his index finger into the sweet moist pussy, examining her to see if she was a virgin.
His eyes lit up as he felt the membrane protecting her innermost reaches.
"You are virgin?"
"Si."
"Do you want to maintain your status, my dear?"
"Of course."
"Then you will do as you are told. I don't have to take your cherry. There are ways that you can please me that have nothing to do with your pussy."
"There are?"
He smiled. These village girls are so unsophisticated. Little did he know that Ada had been around a little bit. Her older sister had once been the girlfriend of an American soldier of fortune. Peri Tayler was a wealthy explorer, who was often contracted by museums and anthropological societies to track through the Amazon Basin in search of artifacts and information. He had taken Ada and Theresa on vacation once, to Rio De Janeiro. And another time, he'd flown them to a grand mansion in Mexico, to attend a party given by one of his wealthy employers. She knew her way around sophisticated people a little bit. Certainly more than any of the other young girls in the region.
Tico laid his wide palms on the girls inner thighs, parting them wide. He bent down and began licking at her downy delta, parting her pussy lips with thick fingers. Her little pink clitoris stood up for him, and he rewarded it with a wet tongue kiss.
The girl hissed through tightly clinched pearly teeth, closing her eyes.
Despite herself, she began breathing heavily, and when he looked up, he saw her breasts heaving in excitement.
Tico smiled. He continued whipping her clitoris with his tongue.
The girl's delta grew quickly moist, and Tico spread her pussy dew back, to the button of her asshole. Before she knew what was happening, he was screwing a wet finger into her butt.
"Oh! Oh please don't!" Tico felt her butt cakes tighten. He tried to push, but the buttocks had contracted so severely, he couldn't get it in another inch.
He tongue whipped her clitoris for another moment, hoping to make her loosen her buttocks. But she was determined.
"Ok look," he said, getting to his feet. "Either I put it in your butt, or in your pussy. Your choice."
Ada began sobbing, as she lost her strength. She looked down, her body shaking and wracked with tears. It was important for a young girl to be a virgin in her society. It could make the difference between marrying a fine young man, and being an old maid.
What choice did she have?
"Ok, I will not resist you. But you must promise not to put it in my pussy."
"I swear to you, my dear. You can trust me to keep my word. If you please me with your buttocks, and maybe your mouth, I will leave the little pussy alone."
"Si. I will obey," she said very softly, her voice small and vulnerable.
Tico cut the thongs that held her young carriage to the tree. He placed her down on the soft earth, her buttocks pointing up. Then he instructed her to raise her rump and arch it backwards, so that he could mount her without resistance.
"I don't want to hurt you, young lady. What is your name?"
"Ada," she said, sobbing softly.
"I will be gentle with you my Ada."
Tico slid his prick between the cakes of her buttocks, enjoying the sight of his big prick on her olive butt. He pushed the cakes together, his prick slipping up and down in her cleavage.
He let a finger slide under her, to work on the button of her clitoris. She was very stiff, and he wanted to loosen her up and relax her.
Again, the girl began getting excited despite herself. Her lower body slowly rotated on his finger, doing an abbreviated dance as he stimulated her.
Tico reached under her and fondled the breasts, as they danced to the tempo of her motion. He loved firm young girl breasts, and this little piece of ass had a lovely pair. They were not large, but so very well formed and capped by the sweetest little buttons he'd ever seen.
Her clitoris began to glow from his finger's motion, and soon her hips began humping. It was involuntary, but soon she was dancing and breathing heavily.
Tico's prick slid over the lips of her pussy and the girl protested.
"You promised!"
"I know, I know," he said, moving his dick down to the round button of her asshole. He poked himself into her slightly, so that only the tip of his dick sank in.
Again, as when he tried to finger fuck her butt, the girl tightened her rump up and he could not get in another inch.
"Do you want me inside your pussy?" he threatened.
Ada took a deep breath, and relaxed her rump.
"Now!" Tico said, thrusting another inch of throbbing prick into the girl's tender rear entry.
"Yyyyyooooowwww!" Ada let out, hissing through tightly clenched teeth and closing her eyes tightly. The pain was hard to handle for a moment. It felt unnatural and unfamiliar to her, being penetrated in this manner. But she had no choice, and she continued to keep her buttocks relaxed and open to his prick's thrusting.
"Ohh, that is so very tight, my dear. So very very tight. Now I want you to dance on it! Move those pretty hips for me."
Sobbing openly now, the girl began rolling her butt cakes for the man that was taking her. She felt oddly detached from what was happening, as if it wasn't real. As if it wasn't happening.
He was planted firmly in her buttocks now, his prick throbbing against the walls of her rectum. He continued to massage her clitoris with a surprisingly light and stimulating touch.
"I love riding on a tight assed bitch," Tico hissed, moving his pecker in to the hilt. His balls rested on her pussy as he help perfectly still, allowing her to do the moving.
"Side to side," he commanded.
Ada moved her girlish hips from side to side, fearful of what he might do if she didn't obey.
Tico set up a firm counterpoint to her motion, moving up and down, in and out of the tight rectum. With her motions and his combined, the pleasure began to mount in his throbbing prick.
"That's the way I like it, Baby. Keep those sweet hips rolling for meeee!"
"Oooo ooooo!" the girl let out, nostrils flaring wildly. She could feel his dick twitching and pulsing deep in her rectum. She wondered how long it would take him to climax, how long he'd continue to violate her in this way.
She felt herself getting dizzy and lightheaded.
"Dance on that big dick, Bitch!"
The girl was sweating now, and shivering. She could not decide if she felt hot or cold. Maybe a bit of both. Her body was a plaything in his hands. He had a firm grip on her lower haunches now, and was using this grip to move her on and off his wildly throbbing penis.
Pain began to build in her buttocks, but it was oddly mingled with pleasure, as she brought his fingers back onto her little pink clitoris.
Ada felt his prick throb, and had the feeling he'd be reaching his orgasm soon. She squeezed his prick, hoping to speed him along. She wanted to just get it over with. Just get it done!
But Tico was in hurry. He was enjoying this rump humping very much. The girl had a very tight rectum. Tighter than any he'd ever penetrated. He wanted this to last, and was doing his best to maintain control of himself and his prick.
Ada felt an odd tingle take possession of her lower body. Could she be approaching an orgasm? How as that possible? Certainly, this was a far cry from anything she'd ever associated with ideal sex. She was being taken against her will. She was being sodomized for the pleasure of a man, not for her own pleasure. And yet, for some odd reason, her body was suddenly aglow with sexual electricity.
"Oooo!" She closed her mouth tightly, determined not to let this crude and vulgar man know that he was having an effect on her.
Tico felt the young girl's moist body begin to twitch and thunder, and that was the last straw. His self control was no longer a possibility.
"That's a goooood bitch! Keep it tight. Keep that butt hot and tight for meeeee!"
The big dick exploded in Ada's asshole, twitching and spurting into the tight reaches of her rump. And as he orgasmed, his fingers continued playing with her little clit, bringing her off.
"Ohhhh!"
"That's the way, Bitch!"
Tico's hot dick spurted jizz into the tight rump. Then, as the orgasm peaked, he pulled out and grabbed his shaft, spitting hot jizz onto her moist sweating cakes.
When he was done, he brought his weight down on her, and they both sank to the soft earth.
"What a very tight sweet butt, Baby," Tico hissed into her ear, holding her firmly under his body.
After a while they sat up. Tico lit two cigarettes and handed her one. She reluctantly took it. She would not look at him. She sat there shivering, goose flesh covering her glistening olive skin.
There was a small stream nearby, and a tiny trickle of a waterfall was formed by some rocks. Tico walked up to it and wet his prick, his face, his legs. He motioned for her to join him.
"Refresh yourself, Ada," he suggested, playfully splashing her pussy. "Turn around and I'll wash your ass for you."
"All right."
The girl obeyed him now, jutting her butt back and allowing him to splash cool mountain water between her legs and butt cakes.
"You see, Ada, I am keeping my word. You have no idea how difficult it is for a man like me to not sink his dick into that little sweet pussy between your legs. But as long as you keep your promise, I will keep mine."
"But I did keep my promise!"
"Half of it."
"What?"
"I said you must please me with your buttocks and mouth, Ada."
"Oh." She looked down. "Please, I've never done anything like that before. I don't know if I can."
"Ahh, it's amazing what one can do if there is a good reason. And we both know that protecting your virginity is a good reason. Si?"
"I guess," she let out softly, eyes down, sobbing quietly.
"But before your performance, we will rest. Do you like to smoke moota?" he asked. "It might loosen you up a bit."
"I never tried," she confessed.
Tico pulled out a thick hand rolled cigarette and lit it. He took a few deep tokes and handed it to the young virgin. "Here, try it. I think it will get you in the mood. Remember, you must do this correctly. If you do not please me, I will not have to keep my end of the bargain."
"I will try," she said, taking the cigarette and holding it to her lips. She took a few deep drags of the sweet smoke.
Ada's head clouded up slightly, and she became very aware of the jungle bird song around them. The afternoon sun was sinking quickly, and in a little while it would be twilight.
Ada wondered how long he'd keep her a prisoner. She'd never felt so betrayed, so violated. And yet, the monotony of her life was broken. That much was for sure.
"Are you relaxed enough to give me a blowjob?" Tico asked, flashing a mule skinner's wide grin when she curled her lips in disgust.
He grabbed the long flaxen hair at the crown of her head and made her look at him. His fingers moved over her lush full mouth.
"A bitch should learn to suck her man's cock, Ada. It is the only way to keep a man happy. Take my word for it. I am going to do you a big favor today."
"You are a pig!"
Ada was not prepared for what happened next. This unshaved bandito slapped her hard on the cheek. She felt the sting of his palm, and it made her dark eyes widen with fear and pain.
"What? Why did you hit me?"
"Hit you? That was a love tap, my dear." Tico grabbed the base of his prick and shook it in his fist. It was hard and fat. He pointed it at her.
"I wash it for you, Ada. It's clean and sweet like a good cigar waiting to be sucked on."
"Would you mind if I lit it first?"
"That's very cute, young lady. Very cute. But I want you to light it with your tongue instead of a match. Now get busy, Ada. I don't have all day for this."
"If you're in a hurry, why not just leave?"
"I leave when I'm ready. For now, I am your master, girl. If you make me happy, you can keep your precious cherry. And if you don't please me, I will pop your fruit wide open for you."
"You're a big bully!" she spit.
"I am a horny devil who wants only to fuck your mouth, little girl."
Ada began to struggle. The very thought of putting his fat rod in her mouth was more than she could bare. But he was very strong, and once he had a grip on her, there was very little she could do except bend her neck in the position he demanded, and open her mouth for it.
Instinct made her clench her teeth.
"Bitch, you would match wills with Taco? I could take out my blade and cut your throat!"
She saw the insanity in his eyes, the hunger for her mouth. Ada decided that it would be better to please him than to die. She swallowed hard, looking down.
"I will try to please you."
"That's better, my bitch."
The macho moved his penis close to the virgin's mouth. He rubbed the tip over her lips, then across her olive cheek and down under her cheekbone, across her chin.
"Breath in girl, you will learn what a man's balls smell like."
The girl's nostrils flared as she took in the musty scent of his nuts. He was clutching her hair too tightly, causing her pain, but she knew better than to complain.
Ada meant to obey, but again, her teeth refused to unclench.
He jerked on her hair and her mouth popped open to scream. And that was all he needed. His prick moved between her lips, between her teeth.
"I want to see it bulge in your cheek!" he hissed, stuffing her cheek with throbbing prick. He looked down and ran his hand over her cheek, tracing the outline of his dick.
"When I first saw you bathing in the river I knew I'd have to fuck your mouth," Tico groaned, moving his throbber in and out of her cheek and observing the beauty as she struggled to contain his thickness.
"I'm going to teach you to use your tongue on a man, Baby!"
"I can't breathe," she said, backing up, the prick popping out of her mouth.
"Breathe through your nose, Bitch. That is the first lesson a suck girl must learn. Breathe through your nose, so that you can suck your man until he shoots down your throat. Now do it!"
Ada's nostrils flared as she struggled to take in air. She felt herself getting lightheaded as he moved in and out of her mouth. But at least he wasn't trying to ram it down her throat.
It dawned on her that if she could make him cum, maybe he would lose interest and leave. It was worth a try. She began moving her tongue onto the shaft, swirling along the thick throbber as it moved in and out of her cheek.
"Yes, Bitch! You're learning. That's right. Use your tongue on your man's big dick!"
Ada felt his hands moving on her breasts, squeezing and pinching, tweaking the titty tips hard and making them sting. He was very heavy handed and he sometimes hurt her with his wide palms.
She wanted to cry out in pain, but her mouth was so stuffed with cock she could only whimper. Tears rolled down her smooth cheeks as she struggled to contain his prick in her cheek. She felt her jaw aching from being forced open so wide.
"I love cheek-fucking you, Bitch. Soon I will teach you to deep throat your man."
"You're not my man!" she cursed, again backing up and forcing the prick to pop free of her mouth.
"Did I tell you to stop sucking? Take that big dick, Bitch. If I want you to stop, I will tell you. Right now you have work to do!"
Tico grabbed her by her chin and neck, holding her head in place. Then he moved his prick out of her cheek and held it to her pearly teeth.
"Open for it!"
The girl looked away, her teeth still clenched.
SLAP!
Again, she was shocked. No man had ever slapped her before. Ada was used to being treated like a flower by the local men and boys. Never was she treated with such disrespect.
"If I could kill you I would, pig!"
"Si, but you cannot. If there is killing to be done here, it will be done by me, Tico! Now open for it or I will give you the beating of your life."
She had the distinct feeling he was losing patience. She unclenched her teeth and closed her eyes, determined to suffer through this ordeal.
The macho moved into her, ramming his thick throbber deeply into her mouth.
He held her firmly in place and moved his lower body so that his throbber slid in and out of her lips, penetrating her mouth deeply on the down strokes.
"Take it deep, Bitch. Take it in that pretty mouth. I'm going to cum down that pretty throat!"
The girl closed her eyes, trying to escape inside herself. But the macho didn't like that.
Tico drew his prick out and slapped her moist cheek.
"What? What is wrong? I'm doing what you told me to do, pig!"
"Eyes open, Bitch! I want you to know who's prick you are sucking!" Tico placed his thumbs in the corners of her mouth, prying her lips and teeth open. He force fed his big prick into her mouth. He moved slowly, pumping into her mouth with determination. His lower body thrust and pumped in a fit of steamy lust.
"Now deep, Baby. Take that big dick deeeep!" He moved his hand onto her forehead, pulling back the flaxen hair that partly covered her face. He wanted to see her young angelic face as she took his dick between her lips.
He wanted to savor this memory. He'd been sucked before, many times, but never by such a very lovely young girl.
"Look at me, Bitch!"
She forced her eyes to peer up at the humping macho who was dominating her, who was controlling her completely. She hated him at that moment. She realized that she would never forget this. If she lived to be a hundred she would never forget or forgive. Silently, she vowed that she would see this dog hanging from a tree, or lying on the ground with his throat slit.
"Hold those big tits to my balls, Bitch!"
At first she didn't hear him, but then he slapped her and repeated his command.
With great shame, the girl cupped her breasts and pressed them to his balls.
He continued to feed his prick into her mouth, and she could feel him twitch and throb inside of her.
"Now, Baby, I'm going to spurt in that pretty mouth. I will hold my dick to your tongue. Flutter as I shoot, Ada. Please me, or your pussy is next!"
The girl fluttered her tongue on his throbber as he spurted jizz into her mouth, onto her tongue and face. He groaned and jerked on her hair.
"Swallow it Bitch!"
Tico watched as hot jizz mingled with the sweat that covered her olive complexion. He shot hot cum on her cheeks and lips, on her nose and forehead. He held his prick like a hose, aiming at her titties and spurting into her cleavage. The orgasm caused him to groaned and quiver.
"You sweeeet bitch!"
A second later, he released her, throwing her to the ground. The macho stood up, over her, smirking down at her. He gestured to her clothes.
"After I leave, you can get dressed, Ada," he said, lighting a thin cigar.
"If you tell anyone about this, I will cut you. I will punish you. If you keep it to yourself, perhaps I will leave you alone. Do you understand?"
"Si. I understand," she said, looking down, wiping jizz off her lips and cheeks. "I understand very well."
"You are a piece of ass, Ada. If General Mendez took a good look at you, and knew you were a virgin, you would end up in his harem. You'd like that wouldn't you?" he said, grinning wide.
The girl said nothing, just looked away.
"Perhaps I will tell the General to check you out, Chiquita. You would make such a nice pet for my General. And he would treat you right."
"And he would cut your throat for abusing me."
"But I did nothing, Ada. Your pussy is intact, is it not?"
"Sure, you did nothing."
"Did I not keep my word?"
"Oh yes, thank you very much," she spit sarcastically.
Tico moved close to her and lifted his hand to strike her.
"No! Please!"
He laughed. "That's better. A little respect for the man who taught you to please all men."
"Sure."
"Just remember." He put his finger over his lips and winked. "Nothing happened here. Nothing at all. And you'd better remember that."
Tico added insult to injury as he walked away, by turning and tossing a few silver coins on the soft earth beside the weeping girl.
"Here you are, puta! A little something to provide you with some of life's necessities."
"I am no puta!" she said, more to herself than to the madman that now turned away from her and walked into the thick jungle vegetation.
She had a compulsion to grab her clothes and get dressed at once, but before she could, she had to wash the animal's smell off of her.
Ada limped over to the mountain stream. The river would have been better, but someone might notice her and wonder what was wrong.
"Ouch!" she let out, cupping her aching jaw. "That bastard. That pig!"
She had a small piece of soap left over from her bathing, thankfully. She soaped up and rinsed off in the cool clear stream, using the tiny waterfall like a shower. She wondered if the animal was still around watching, but decided that he'd lost interest after shooting into her buttocks and mouth.
She could see the cold indifference in his eyes after the second time he came. He was done with her. He was already thinking of something else. Tico!
She would not forget that name. That face! One day, although she had no idea how or when, she would pay that pig back for taking her and using her.
Ada soaped up her pussy tenderly. Thankfully he had not entered her little pussy. That would have been a disaster. That would have caused her to suffer way beyond this day. As it was, she felt a heavy sense of trauma, of being violated and betrayed. "Well, it could be worse," she said aloud, consoling herself however slightly. She was still breathing. She was still a virgin.
No one but Ada herself was aware of her shame.
CHAPTER TWO
General Carlos Mendez woke up in between his two concubines, reaching out with both hands to caress taut buttocks. It was his policy to deflower as many girls as possible, but rarely did one make a lasting impression on him that was strong enough for him to welcome her into his little harem.
Lolo had Castillian blood, and had blonde hair and a very pale fine body.
Christina was a mix of Latin and Indian, with fine olive skin and a tall womanly body. Both of them were addicted to the good life that General Carlos Mendez offered them. All of the cocaine they wished. Fine clothes, and the status of queens inside of the General's limited world. Often the General would have his men rip through a town or village, looting and stealing. At such times, he would make gifts of various jewels and baubles, which his two concubines wore proudly on their well oiled and pampered young bodies.
The General reached for Lola's full breasts, waking her up by tweaking the titty tips.
"What? Oh, General!" the blonde girl cooed. She smiled, reaching for the bowl of grapes that was sitting on the small table next to the bedrolls. She popped one in her mouth, smiling.
"And how can I help my General welcome in his day?" the concubine wondered out loud, licking her lips as she swallowed the grape.
Carlos Mendez snapped his fingers and pointed to the box of cigars that were on a nearby chair. The girl reached for them, took a cigar out of the box, and prepared it for her master. He'd taught her how, and took pleasure in watching as the feminine blonde bit off the tip, put it in her mouth, and held a wooden stick match to the other end. She twirled the cigar, to get an even glow.
"Bueno! Bueno Lola, my little girl. You are good at sucking on the things you love, are you not?"
She smiled wickedly, handing him the smoking cigar.
"I am good only at pleasing my General," she cooed softly.
He looked around the tent, which was decorated elaborately. The General and his men were forced, since defecting from the government, to live in a jungle camp. Not many people inhabited this terrain, because it was hostile and threatening. But the General felt secure here. He knew that government troops did not venture past the mountains and into the jungle here, unless it was necessary. And even then, as a rule, they respected this terrain as tribal turf. This section of jungle, before the General arrived, was ruled by the descendants of ancient Mayans, who had no use for governments or outside influences. They tolerated the General and his men, because Mendez gave them gifts, and kept his men from bothering them in any way.
The General wanted to set up his camp inside the sanctuary of the ancient ruins that sat at the base of the mountain, but the local tribe warned him that if he did, they would be compelled to kill him and his soldiers. So Mendez respectfully picked another camp spot. He did not like being out in the open, and searched for days for this quiet, well-hidden little clearing in the dense jungle. Here, he set up his tents and shacks in a broad circle, with his own dwelling in the center for safety. The General had a high wall around his tent, forming a private garden in the rear where his concubines could sun themselves in the nude if they wished.
Electrical generators, which ran on gasoline, provided lights and radio power. Mendez ran his little empire without leaving his private space much.
He was content to rule from this headquarters. Palace intrigue proliferated in this tiny monarch. The General demanded complete respect from his soldiers. To disobey him was to die. Everyone knew this, and none dared challenge his absolute rule.
The Mayans were masters of metal work and irrigation, and their descendants kept up the old ways as much as possible. The General would give them stolen gold, and they would hand him back elaborately worked gold jewelry. They would take a percentage. But what they made was much more valuable than what they took, and often the General used these beautiful objects to buy cooperation from important people in the world outside his domain.
The locals grew their own food, and surplus harvest was sold. So the General could feed his army without much effort, and keep things quiet and well running. It was an ideal situation. The government could not flush him out.
And he had very little reason to make himself vulnerable by leaving.
To supplement his income, and gain weapons, the General engaged in the cocaine trade. Not in a big way. He was far from a professional. But he did have a little number going, which provided his men with modern weapons and crisp uniforms.
It was easy for a man in his position. He'd buy coca leaves from one of the hill-tribes. He employed a few chemists to convert the leaves into the finished product, in a jungle laboratory under his protection. The white powder was then packed on pack mules and taken into the city, for sale to the gringos who flew in with their suitcases stuffed with yankee dollars.
Once that was accomplished, the General would contact one of the many international arms dealers that also visited the city, and make a trade.
Cash for weapons. Sometimes he had the merchants come to him. Sometimes he went to them. When he did leave the jungle, it was with a troop of soldiers clinging to him at every turn.
The lovely blonde was between his legs, sliding her fingers over his prick and smiling at him. "What can I do for my General as he smokes his breakfast cigar?" she said, secretly pleased that he'd woken her up instead of Christina. The two concubines competed full time for his attention.
"You can put my prick between those big pale tits, Lola," he groaned, watching with passive pleasure as the young girl worked her ass off to please him.
Suddenly there was a knock.
"What is it?" Mendez barked.
"It is I, General. Tico! I must speak with you this morning."
"Wait a moment, hombre!" the General yelled. He turned his attention back to Lola. "Make me cum quickly, Blondie. I have work to do today."
"Sure," she said, smiling boldly, cupping her breasts and pushing them together with his prick between. Lola knew how to make him spurt. She'd been with him for a year now, and knew all the secrets that delighted him.
She bent down and fluttered the tip of his prick with her tongue, holding the long shaft between her titties. It didn't take long.
"Yesss!"
The General groaned and twitched. His dick throbbed and he began spurting.
"I want to bathe you with cum, my Lola. Open that pretty mouth for mee!"
The girl obeyed him happily, showing her tongue.
The General's jizz spurted onto the blonde's moist flesh, on her lips and tongue, on her cheeks and brow. A pearl of jizz landed on her nose.
"Ohhh! That's the way, Lola! Mouth open for me. Now take it in and swallow the last few drops!"
Lola grabbed the ejaculating prick and forced it deep into her mouth. She felt his hand on her neck. The General liked to feel her swallow him.
"You are not to wash until I tell you, Lola. It is good for your complexion to wear my cum on your face and tits. Now go back to bed. I have things to do. I will call you when I need you."
Lola wiggled out of the way, falling back into the bedroll next to Christina. She felt a wicked satisfaction knowing that Christina would wake up and see that the General's jizz was all over her face. She would know that he'd chosen her for his morning pleasures.
"And what do you want of me, Tico?" General Mendez barked, ushering his henchman into the tent.
"General, I have heard news of Captain Noble. It is said that he and his men are moving into the neighboring areas and are asking questions about you."
The General turned red with anger. Captain Noble was a serious threat, because he was a unifying factor between the current government and the main rebel factions. Captain Noble was well respected by the freedom fighters, as well as the government. He represented those in the government who agreed with the freedom fighters, and wanted things to change for the better in their land.
It was essential to General Mendez, that those two factions never merge.
Because if they did, they would wipe him out easily. He was totally dependent on the chaos that swept through the land. Captain Noble was a threat to that chaos.
"Are you sure of this, Tico?"
"Our spies have alerted me, General. What do you want us to do? Your men are at your disposal."
Mendez puffed on his cigar. For a laugh, he touched the glowing tip of the stogie to Christina's butt cheek.
"Yeeowoww!" Christina yelped, waking up instantly. Her dark eyes sparkled as she glared around her wildly. "What the fucking hell are you doing?" she spit at the General.
"You sleep all day, Bitch! Go and get coffee for me and Tico! Now!" he barked. "Move it or lose it!"
Christina knew better than to talk back. Rubbing her hot butt, she got quickly to her feet and walked out of the tent to get coffee.
The girl returned in a few minutes, holding a silver tray. On it were shot glasses of very strong Peruvian coffee, and tall glasses of ice cold water.
The General threw back a shot glass of the strong sweet coffee, then washed it down with the entire glass of cold water. Tico did the same.
The General's eyes popped wide open. That was strong kick-ass coffee.
Generally a shot glass was enough to make one ready to climb as mountain.
When Mendez wanted his men to fight for him, he gave them coffee with a pinch of coca in it to fortify them.
"This requires some thought, Tico. Leave me alone. Come back in an hour and I will tell you what I want."
"Si. Oh, General, there is one bit of news that might interest you."
"What's that?"
"Captain Noble's daughter has returned from the Mission. She is living in the settlement outside the Fort."
Mendez smiled wickedly. "You are sure of this?"
Tico made the thumbs up. "Bet your life on it."
"No, Tico, bet your own. If I risk men on a mission like that and she is not there, you are in very deep shit."
"But General, you do not need to risk a lot of men. I was thinking of going for her myself," Tico let out, grinning with confidence.
The General spit. "Tico, you are a young fool. Do you think that Captain Noble would leave his daughter in a place that is not fortified and protected?"
Tico shrugged. "He does not know that we know she is there."
The General laughed. "He is no fool, Tico. Be sure of one thing. Captain Noble is no fool."
Tico left.
The General sat back, puffing on his cigar and thinking of the lovely young girl that was Captain Noble's daughter. Angelique was her name. The General saw her once, a little over a year ago, in the city. He was in disguise, moving through the city with his men on a mission to unload some cocaine for fresh M16s. They were walking down one of the narrow Backstreet, when they saw a military formation marching down the Avenue. They watched from the intersection. Captain Noble was being honored on this day, receiving waves of affirmation from the people as he was paraded through the city. At his side was his lovely wife and their daughter, the beautiful Angelique. She was only seventeen or so, back then, with long honey colored hair and slashing dark eyes. A virginal white cotton dress covered her latent sexuality. The General eyed her hungrily, able to make out the outline of her titty tips through the thin cotton of her dress. He recalled thinking that one day he would like to capture her. What a treasure she would make in his bed! What a joy it would be to torment the illustrious Captain Noble!
But the General had his own problems, and he soon forgot about this dream of his. Now, sitting in the solitary luxury of his tent, surrounded by his men and his concubines, he once again let himself have that dream of conquest over Captain Noble.
Yes, it was time to show the Captain that he was a mere mortal, that he could be controlled and beaten by his military superior.
General Carlos Mendez told Tico to have the troops in battle fatigues and mustered in two hours for his inspection. The General's ego was often fanned by these exercises, and he held them often.
As the hour approached, Mendez fired up his passions by commanding Lola to bind the beautiful Christina, with her buttocks up.
The General liked to spank and whip his bitches. It gave him great pleasure.
He also liked to keep his men standing at attention in the sun, waiting for him.
Lola was only too pleased to comply. Since she was always competing with Christina, it did the blonde girl good to watch Christina squirm under the General's lashings.
"Tie her tight, Blondie," Mendez barked, watching as Lola lashed Christina to the central post in the tent.
The dark-haired girl was bound with her wrists and ankles together, so that she was arched over and jutting her buttocks up.
Mendez walked around her, gloating in her helplessness. He came down hard with his jackboots, scaring the bound beauty. Then he cracked his whip in the air before her face.
Christina's eyes widened in fear as the whip whistled through the air.
"Please, General. Not hard! Please don't hurt me!"
"You are mine, Bitch. If I wish to hurt you, I will."
"But haven't I been good to you, General?"
"Si, my dear. Very good to me. Still, it pleases me to see you dance under the lash."
CRACK!
The dark-haired girl's spine tightened and she hissed through her pearly white teeth, the lips moving up, the nostrils flaring wildly.
CRACCKK!!!!
Christina's taut body danced to the tempo of his driving whip, as it left welts on her left buttock cake, then the right, and then across her upper back.
CRACCCKKKK!
The whip splashed over her lower back, making the girl's titties quiver as her spine tightened.
The General walked around the girl, observing her glistening olive skin. She was obviously close to fainting, so he let her catch her breath. It pleased him to see her full breasts heaving as she took in air.
CRACCCCKKKK!
The whip fell over her butt cakes again, criss crossing the former welts.
The General took the whip's long leather handle and placed it to her chin.
He lifted Christina's face, so that her dark eyes looked into his.
"Are you my slave, Christina?"
"Yes, General, of course I am," she let out between gasps.
"That's right. You are mine. I am going to untie you now. Be a very good girl for me, Christina, and I will not whip you again until the whip marks heal."
"Yes, General. Yes."
Mendez stepped back and nodded towards Lola. "Untie her, Lola. I want you to rub oil, gently, over Christina's flesh. Make sure you pay attention to the welts, girl. And don't hurt her. Only I may hurt my bitches."
"Si, General."
"Lola, my blonde bitch. Be warned. If you hurt Christina, I will whip you until you faint."
"Si, General. I will be careful."
Lola noted the smirk on Christina's face and knew that her fate was in Christina's hands. If the dark-haired girl complained, the General would whip her silly.
Mendez stomped out of the tent, after placing down the whip and picking up his walking crop. He stepped into the clearing, where his men were lined up in formation.
"TenHup!"
General Mendez paraded past the long rows of troops, admiring their crispness. They were well trained soldiers, who, before defecting, had distinguished themselves many times in combat.
These men were the source of his power, and yet the General treated them with detached contempt. He knew that being hard to please would force each man to seek his approval desperately. It was a tactic, and it worked. The men fell all over themselves for an approving word. And once in a while the General would decorate one of them with a medal, for bravery.
Among the men, these medals were the very manifestation of approval, and they competed with each other for medals while doing the General's work.
"Pretty soon a few of you will be asked to volunteer for a very dangerous mission," the General announced. "Would any of you like to register for this mission now?"
Almost every hand went up. The General smiled.
"I am proud of my men," he said. He turned to Tico. "You see, Tico, what a lucky man I am. Pick four of them, and they will accompany you."
"I can do it alone," Tico insisted.
The General frowned. "I want this mission to succeed, Tico. You will do it my way."
"Si, Sir!" Tico saluted and clicked his heels.
The General saluted and turned to his men. "You all pass inspection today. I want your weapons cleaned and oiled. You might be needing them soon."
"YESSSSS SIR!"
The General saluted and clicked his heels. "As you were, men."
"AT EASE!" Tico echoed.
Mendez walked back into his tent, then out the back and into his garden.
Christina was sprawled out on a cot, being oiled by Lola.
"Is she doing it softly, Christina?" Mendez inquired.
"So far," Christina let out softly, barely catching her breath.
The General sat on a big wicker chair and lit a fresh cigar. He allowed himself a dreamy interlude, reflecting on the delights in store for him with the daughter of Captain Noble.
Tico and his men were wearing camy fatigues, to make them fit into the jungle unnoticed. They swept past the mission just before dawn. No one was up yet. No one saw a thing. A few of the priests woke early, but not that early. The men moved along the narrow dirt road that went to the village.
Once, a vehicle came and they moved off the road to watch it pass.
Tico was afraid of military activity, but it was just one of the local sugar growers. A few of them made enough money to use jeeps as transportation.
Tico smiled. There were no guards around the village. At least none that he could see. He signaled for his men to spread out and observe the area, while he set up his field radio and pulled out a comic book. He would have to kill an hour, waiting for a report.
Tico would have just charged in there and took the girl. But he had to follow the General's orders or, successful or not, he would have his ass whipped. One of the men was sure to tell Mendez that Tico had not obeyed. So to play it safe and protect himself, Tico waited.
Tropical birds chirped. Cocks crowed. The morning sun was beginning to break through the last shadows of night.
One of his main men, Juan, came back and made his report.
"The village is not as defended as the General imagined," Juan said. "About fifteen men are in the barracks tents. They are sleeping." Juan winked. "Two women are in the tent that Angelique Noble is in. They sleep on either side of her. There should be no problem," the man said, hefting his M16.
"Juan, we do not want to fire a single shot. General Mendez told me that it is vital we carry this off as professionals. We must obey his wishes. Not as shot, you understand?"
Juan looked a bit upset at this strategy. It was clear to Tico, that Juan would have rather gone in loud and nasty and cleared the area. The General, as mad and blood thirsty as he could be, would rather operate as a sneak thief in the night. He had great respect for the Corsican bandits that he always read about in his big tent. The General was a complex man. He was also a vicious dog. One had to anticipate his moods, or die in an effort to have him understand.
Tico was a master at walking that tightrope, and for that reason he was second in command.
"Alright Juan, I want you to station men in a loose circle around this entire settlement, so that if something goes wrong and we have to leave in a hurry, anyone chasing us will run into a wall of M16 fire."
"And what of the grenade launchers?"
"We won't be needing them, Juan. Keep a lid on your desire to blow things up, for now." Tico shook his head as Juan slid into the thick jungle brush, to pass on the word and place his men.
Men like Juan came in handy on occasion, and he was well thought of by Mendez. But Juan had to be kept in line. He came from a family of professional soldiers; men who only moved up in the ranks through severe acts of lunacy and mayhem. Juan was a born killer. Sometimes such a man could be useful. Often, he was a problem. If Juan was with him the other day, when he raped that pretty village girl by the river, the girl would not have lived.
Tico believed firmly, that if you are going to do something like that, do it alone. It was unlikely that the girl would talk. In their culture, her shame would be as great as his.
He had no fear of being caught. If someone blew the whistle, the General would smile and wink and tell him to keep his dick in his pants.
Juan made a birdcall, and Tico looked up in the trees in the direction the sound came from. The field radio crackled and then Juan's voice came through.
"Tico, we are in position. What now?"
"Now you and I will go in, Juan. Meet me over by the wooden building to our left."
"The sun will be breaking out full in the sky soon," Juan said. "Someone might see us. Please, Tico, make sure you are ready to use your weapon."
"Shit, Juan. Don't worry about me. Just do what you're told and try not to use yours."
The men crept into the cluster of buildings and tents without any trouble.
There were a few village dogs, but they did not seem to mind the intrusion, and went about their business.
The building that their prize slept in was half wood, and half canvas; a lean-to with a large canvas extension in the rear.
That was fortunate.
Tico took out his broad-bladed knife, which was more like a short sword, and signaled for Juan to cover his back. He cut a line along a seam of the canvas, then another line under it. Soon he'd formed a doorway into the rear of the construction.
Tico pushed on the canvas, and it gave. He winked at Juan, then stepped through into the rear of the construction.
Tico was good at moving about without making noise, and he had no trouble slipping between the two older women who slept on either side of Angelique Noble. He stood over the girl for a few seconds, looking closely at her to make sure he had the right target.
Tico had seen this girl a few times, and he'd studied a picture of her that General Mendez had provided. The fair olive complexion and narrow nose. The full lips and sculptured high cheekbones. He looked hard at her, because he had to be sure. But the second he saw her sleeping there, he knew who she was.
"What a beauty this one is," he muttered to himself. His eyes burned through the light cotton sheet she was covered with. He could barely make out the dark buttons that capped her girlish breasts.
The sleeping beauty stirred, and Tico crouched down. But she did not wake up. She merely moved on her side after wrinkling her nose, as if an insect was bothering her. Tico smiled. The hips were now outlined in white cotton sheets. The girl was absolutely stunning. More gorgeous than he imagined. He hadn't seen her in a year. Back then, she was a mere girl. Now, she was part girl and part woman. She was at that stage in the transformation, where her beauty was becoming a very sexual thing to behold.
The angelic beauty made Tico's heart pulse, and for a split second, he wished he could just back out of the girl's quarter and report to Mendez that he could not find her.
That was impossible, of course. But there was something so pure and virginal, so lovely and unspeakably clean about young Angelique, that his heart was stirred.
Tico swallowed this notion, and stifled all impulses that contradicted his mission. He drew his blade out, but he quickly realized that was not the way.
He drew out the kit that Mendez's doctor had prepared. It contained ether, and a wide cotton pad. Doc had told him that it must be done with a light touch. If he just covered her face with it, she would wake up and scream before the chemical put her to sleep. The way to do it was, gently.
Tico looked over at Juan, who made the ok sign with his fingers, winking.
Tico spilled some of the chemical on the cotton. He held it well over the girl's face, not touching her or even breathing on her.
Slowly but surely, Angelique Noble's breathing took on a different pattern; slower and deeper. Tico's eyes studied the sweetly childlike face as he watched her slip into a deeper sleep than natural.
A full fifteen minutes later, Tico slid his arm under the sleeping girl's legs, and under her shoulders. Slowly, he elevated the warm girl body, straightening his legs painfully. He became aware of how light she was, as soon as he was able to stand. A feather!
She felt tender and sweet in his arms, and he imagined himself to be rescuing her, instead of kidnapping her. It was a more pleasant thought, in the face of such extreme beauty.
Juan held his M16 cocked and ready, and Tico was pleased that the women sleeping on either side of their target had not woken up. That would have been bloody and unnecessary. He looked up at the sky. Dawn had broken. In moments, the sky would be on fire with bright yellow light.
Juan waited until Tico was safely out. Then he slipped over to the bedroll the girl had been sleeping on. On impulse he bent and sniffed her sheets.
The scent of pussy sweetness filled his nostrils.
Juan quivered with lust. But he quickly regained his composure. He drew a playing card out of his pocket. The Jack of Diamonds. It was the General's calling card, and would send a message to Captain Thomas Noble. He would know at once that General Mendez had his daughter, and that if he wanted to see her again alive, he would have to negotiate with the General.
Juan snickered. He knew that, however reluctant the General was to admit such a thing, he had a real fear of Captain Noble. Simply, Noble was a professional. A man to be reckoned with. He was from a wealthy industrial family, the Captain, but instead of taking a college deferment and passing on the whole thing, Noble had volunteered for Special Forces. He led a command of Special Forces that distinguished themselves many times in the jungles of Vietnam.
Since the war ended, Noble and his elite men formed a close knit private command. Noble and his loyal men were soldiers of fortune. They were no longer in the American military. But they were still a functioning fighting unit.
Because Noble had a strong academic background as a field anthropologist and archaeologist, he and his men were busy in South America, collecting artifacts and information for a very wealthy body of academic scholars.
No one else would brave the jungles, and although Noble's sponsors snickered at his cowboy manners and military like ways, they were pleased to have him on the payroll. Noble always got what he went after. No matter where it was and what he had to go through to get it.
Juan also knew that the General's contempt for Noble was based on an incident that happened two years ago. Mendez had set up a laboratory in the jungle, to process coca leaves into powder for his market.
Noble was not a CIA man, and Mendez's information sources swore that Noble was not even sympathetic to CIA operations in Latin America. But if he did not like the CIA, he hated the drug trafficking community even more. So when a CIA operative requested that Noble locate and destroy a few of the General's labs, Noble agreed to do it. The information sources said that Noble was not paid for this. That he did it for ideological reasons, because he was patriotic, and wished to see his countrymen free of the cocaine menace that was manifesting in the States.
General Mendez had always considered his laboratories to be impenetrable.
They were situated in dense tribal regions of the jungle, and in the mountains that loomed overhead. These were areas that men thread lightly. A terrain of flashing steel and quick death, of rapid fire weapons and no warning until death reared its ugly face.
Only the Indians could navigate this terrain. The Indians, and a handful of the General's men, who were under the protection of Mendez. Mendez paid the tribal leaders vast sums, relatively, for access to this jungle and mountain turf. Actually, he exploited the shit out of them. But they had no contact with the outside world. No way of knowing what was happening to them.
The Indians lacked understanding about the evils of the cocaine market. To them, coca was a leaf. They carried the leaves in little sacks, on their sides. Often, they would take a carefully prepared piece of bone, and dip it into a mixture of powdered sea shells. This alkaline mix would potentialize the power of the leaves, which they would chew with a dash of the powdered shell. This gave them a light buzz and fought fatigue, so they could do a day's work in the high country without feeling the bad affects of thin high elevation air. The Indian's used coca leaves, in short, much the way the gringos used coffee. To keep themselves alert and functioning. It was unheard of for a local to refine the coca into a powder.
The Indians found it hard to imagine that anyone would want to do such a thing. It would be like breaking caffeine down to a potent powder and injecting or smoking or sniffing this powder. Sure, one would feel a wild rush. Like drinking a hundred cups of strong coffee at once. But who in his right mind would do such a thing?
Well, no one ever implied that the bleachos made any sense. The gringos were obviously out of their minds, the way they obsessed over the coca leaf and spent large amounts of money buying tons of leaves from local growers.
The Indians sold the gringos coffee and coca leaves, and did not ask what was being done with these commodities. It was simply none of their business.
"Ok, now we must move very slowly, Juan. I will not be able to use my weapon if someone sees me, so stay close."
"Don't worry, Tico. I'm ready to fire at the first sign of trouble."
"No trouble, Juan. There will be no trouble at all." The two men made their way back out of the settlement, and Tico breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped over the outer periphery of men they'd stationed as back up.
Tico found it hard to concentrate with the lovely girl in his arms. She was soundly sleeping from the drug now, and was completely unaware of what was happening. This was good. The Doc had been correct in predicting the way the drug would work on her.
Tico gathered his men a half mile from the settlement.
"What now?" Juan asked. "Might as well take the roads back. No one will bother us."
The General left their escape to Tico's instincts. Tico knew that Juan was right. Anyone who bothered them would not be nearly as well armed and able to kill as they were, but again, why fuck around with weapons when the jungle trails were easy enough to follow and would allow them to avoid any problems.
"We are taking the back trails."
"Shit! You are adding three hours of hard work to this mission, Tico. Let me be point man over the roads. Nothing will happen."
"No bueno, hombre. We do this my way. If we make it back to Mendez without firing a shot, the General will be very pleased."
"He will be pleased anyway, Tico. Look what we're bringing him."
"Yes," Tico said, hefting the girl's legs, as they'd been sliding down. He hoisted her onto his back now, not caring if she whimpered. They were far enough from her people that if she woke, it would mean little. "Mendez will be pleased with us. I will tell him, Juan, that you acted in a brave and professional manner at all times. That you restrained yourself and did not fire a shot."
"Bueno! I am pleased with your high opinion of my methods, Tico. I will do exactly as you say."
The morning sun was bright orange as Tico and his men walked along the narrow trail that cut through thick jungle. Tico felt good. He knew there would be rewards in store for him. And yet, looking down at the sleeping beauty, he detected a hint of sadness. It was a shame to make a victim of one so beautiful. A crying shame.
CHAPTER THREE
When the Spanish first arrived in Latin America, they marveled at the sophistication and beauty of the gold and silver work produced by the Incas.
Metalworkers did not use bellows, but lung power. They would blow into their furnaces, creating the necessary draft of air, that made the coals glow and flair up to provide incredible heat. Blow tubes had been used for this.
Thousands of years ago, silver and gold work was already an established local art form.
The metal crafters knew how to form metal alloy metals out of copper and gold, silver, and various combinations of precious and semi-precious metals.
They knew how to join metals, how to perform crimping, edge welding, how to weave metals by bending slits on adjacent pieces and joining them together.
The technology at play involved lost-wax casting, with which they could create complex three-dimensional sculptures. Often there were interlocking and movable parts.
Indian artists also expressed themselves in wood, in inlaid bone, carved stone. Often they painted large murals on walls and rock formations.
Captain Tom Noble sat on a blanket in his field tent, studying a story told in pictures on an old Indian glyph. It was quite amazing. At first he thought he was looking at a deer hunt, but as he studied the glyph, he realized that the deer was employed as a ceremonial symbol. The Indian priest killed and skinned the deer, then, in a later panel, the man is seen wearing the skin and lifting a shining blade over the chest of another man, who is stretched across a ceremonial alter.
"Human sacrifice?" asked Andre Perry, the Captains second in command.
"I'm afraid so, Andre. The Indians had their reasons, I'm sure. Most of the sacrifices were from other tribes. Men captured in tribal wars and so forth.
But the brutality is astonishing."
"Yes, quite."
"Well, Andre, before you pass judgment, understand these things are cultural. When Americans settled the West, they were astonished by the plains Indians ability to torture intruders for information. On the other hand, the Indians were astonished that the settlers could even consider placing a man in a locked cage. To the plains Indians, locking a man in a cell was tantamount to the worst torture imaginable. Much worse than being bound by leather thongs and left in the sun to contemplate the error of your ways. These things are cultural."
"I suppose. Still, it's amazing," Andre said, his eyes gliding over the glyph, which was indeed a bloody tale.
"Even today, Andre, think about the difference between Mexican and American police work. We are amazed that the Mexican authorities will beat a man for information. They are amazed that our intelligence operatives will break the law in order to arrest a criminal. Who's right? Well, there are many ways of looking at things. You have to take a very broad and general view of things.
And by the way, that is the language of the first written information in 1947, pertaining to the CIA charter, and how Company activities should be viewed from Capital Hill. "A broad and general view." That means, don't snap to conclusions based on what you subjectively think is right. Who knows what right is? Necessity calls for an open mind."
"Yeah, I see what you're saying."
"You meet a lion in the jungle. Is that lion good or bad? Well, if the lion is hungry, that there is a bad lion. If the lion just ate his ass off and is too slow and lazy to rip you to shreds, well, that there is a goooood lion."
Andre laughed and looked at Tom Noble with a certain awe. The man was more than a military man gone private. He was a deeply introspective leader of men. The men that stayed with Noble did so of their own volition. They did not want to go back to The World and push pens across desks. They wanted to be in the front ranks of the action, and they knew that Noble would lead them there.
"Coffee?" asked Lisa, the native girl who cooked and helped Noble keep camp cozy during these expeditions.
"Coffee would be just fine, Lisa," he said, winking at the pretty girl who was a mixture of Indian and Spanish. That was fairly common in the area of South America they were working in. Tom Noble was always amazed at the beauty of the local women. They tended to be slender, graceful, and well formed, with lovely olive complexions and a curiously perfect proportion and tone to their bodies. Lisa was the very manifestation of this type, and Noble had more than a tiny crush on her.
"What do you suppose that glyph is worth, Captain?" Andre asked.
"Shit, Andre, a lot. I mean, you can't really put a price on something like this. It's hard to come by, even in the jungle. In the civilized world, the only place you'd see this is in a museum."
"Yeah, it's precious alright. A hundred thousand?"
"Sure, possibly. A museum would pay that and more. Look, Andre, we pay our men well, and we live well. We don't have to beg for financing. If we want to go somewhere and can't find a sponsor, we go anyway. That's because of this glyph and things like it. We should be very grateful that we're trained to look for these things in South America. Many people walk past these objects; walk over them on their way to somewhere else."
"That's sure true," Andre Perry said, watching as the pretty Lisa poured coffee into his tin cup.
They were camped in the center of some ancient ruin, and the place had a very enchanting feeling to it. A great civilization had flourished here once. Their presence could still be felt. And thanks to the artifacts they'd left behind and men like Tom Noble, modern man can understand much of what went on thousands of years ago.
Andre Perry was very proud to be working with Tom Noble. The man was well respected in the academic world, in the archeological world, and even by the Indians that inhabited the jungles and rain forests of South America. He was a man of unflinching integrity and calm, who never made a move in anger, but always in thoughtful and perfect intent. Tom Noble was focused on his mission, which was to uncover the mysteries of those gallant warriors that inhabited South America for thousands of years.
"Do you ever watch Lisa as she walks around the camp?" Tom said to Andre.
The dark girl smiled and looked up. "Me?"
"Sure I watch her, Cap. She's beautiful."
"It's more than beauty, Andre. She possesses a nobility and grace that goes back many centuries. She possesses the presence of a princess. Even serving coffee and making up our cots, the girl moves with such elegant grace that one can't help watching her and admiring her. She brings the nobility of her ancestors to every move she makes. It's quite amazing, it is."
"I don't know if you're being objective, Captain," the girl said modestly.
"You like me. You see things that are not there."
"I see things that are there in such a pure form that you are not self-conscious about them, my Lisa."
Andre knew what was coming. He got to his feet, dusting off his ass and finishing his coffee in haste. He turned his eyes away from the beautiful Indian girl, which was not an easy thing to do. "Captain, we have to be ready in two hours for our hike up the mountain. Unless you'd like to alter our departure hour. I can tell the men it will be later."
"No need, Andre. Two hours is fine. I will be ready. Do me a favor on your way out. Put the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the tent flap."
Andre smiled. "I was about to, Sir."
Lisa had a coy bend to her full bow lips. She knew what was going to happen now, and she liked it very much. The Captain had a mean crush on her, and she returned his feelings a hundred percent.
"Come, Lisa, sit beside me and relax," he said, patting the blanket next to him.
Her slender, perfect form moved across the tent, placing down the serving tray. She sat beside him, her dark sparkling eyes gleaming at him.
"You have been ignoring me lately, Tom," she said softly. She usually called him Captain, but when they were alone she felt more comfortable addressing him by his first name.
"Much on my mind, girl."
"I can sense your sadness, Tom."
Tom looked down. A year ago, his wife had gone back to the States. She loved her husband very much, but could not abide his cowboy antics. Tom was addicted to the excitement and risks of life in South America. He could not, after 'Nam, go back to The World and live the life of a suburban dingleberry.
After following him for a few years, the wife finally packed it in. But his daughter was of a different mind. She had no intentions of leaving her father, and told her mother in no uncertain terms, that her life was in the jungles and mountains of South America, living with her father. She wanted nothing to do with leaving him, and would not be reasoned with when it came to this matter. So the wife went back, and little Angelique stayed. That was a year ago. Little Angelique was not so little anymore. Tom's fatherly protection extended around the girl, enveloping her in his love. And so, on some occasions, he would decide that a mission was too dangerous for his precious daughter and leave her in one of the missions or friendly villages.
Tom knew that he was risking his life on some of these expeditions. He was usually well paid to do so, and had no complaints. It was a life he chose.
But he had no intentions of subjecting his lovely daughter to these risks.
Even if she begged him to.
Lisa turned to him, her eyelids descending, her lips moist and hungry for him.
"You are so beautiful," he said to the pretty Indian girl, who was just a year older than his little girl. "It's so very nice to have such a beautiful woman along with me. You comfort me and remove all self pity from my mind," he said hotly, looking down at the girl's small but perfectly formed breasts.
Lisa lifted his hand and placed it over the lush sweetness of her left breast. "You haven't made love to me in days, Tom. I need some attention from you."
Their lips met. The girl's little tongue darted into his mouth, and met his.
She tasted like tropical fruit and honey. Her breath was sweet and exciting, and he felt himself being transported to Paradise as the girl kissed him deeply on the mouth.
"Tom, I must have your manly staff inside me! Don't deny me this! I need you!"
Her face sparkled with enthusiasm as she implored him to fuck her. Tom Noble could not say no to her. As if he wanted to.
Again they kissed, and this time his hand moved under the thing cotton of her blouse. Tom pinched the nipples and they swelled between his fingers.
"Oh, my Lisa. How sweet you taste. How wonderful you feel in my arms!"
They fell back on the bed, and the girl's legs opened wide for her man's throbbing prick.
She clutched his rod in her fist and guided him between her legs hungrily.
Tom had something else in mind.
"First I want to worship that dark fruit of yours," he said, getting to his knees. He placed his palms under the cheeks of her buttocks, and lifted her slightly off the bed. He fed her hot sweetness into his mouth now, cupping and guiding the balls of her butt, driving his tongue forcefully between the pussy lips.
"Oooo OOOOoOoO! Oooo Tommmmm!"
"I love the taste of your pussy, Lisa. Dance on my tongue for meeee!"
The girl threw her hair back, and it spread out wildly over her shoulders, over the tops of her titties. She liked the way he looked at her. Most men looked at her breasts with selfish hunger. Tom Noble looked at her the way a man looks at a precious flower. With admiration, respect, and desire tempered by a serious respect for beauty. This excited the young girl more than she realized.
Her moist pussy ached for his rod, but he did not move up. He wanted to mount her, but first he had to bring her to the point of total hunger. Tom had never enjoyed fucking his wife like this. He loved his wife, and intended, eventually, to return to the States with his daughter and grow old with his wife. But the wife lacked this kind of passion. She was too practical, too caught up in the long term goal orientation of civilized people.
Lisa, on the other hand, was a wild flower, a wild card in the game of life.
She existed to excite and provoke him, to draw him into the web of her extreme female beauty.
"Let's go up on the hammock!" she let out with girlish excitement.
"Hey, good idea."
Tom lifted the girl and placed her on the rope hammock that extended across the rear of his tent. It was designed to provide him with weightless relaxation, but when Lisa first saw it, she knew that there was another use for it beside solitary meditation.
The girl's taut round butt cakes were right on the edge of the ropes, her pussy just off the construction. Tom moved back and admired her with hungry eyes.
"What are you waiting for?" she demanded.
"I just want to look at you," he said, stroking his prick hard as he took in the sweet eyeful of pussy goodness before him.
"Let me do that!" she demanded, reaching out for his prick grabbing it playfully and reeling him in like a fish. A throbbing fish!
"I want that manly rod inside meee! What are you driving me so crazy for when you know I need you? Please put it in me!"
Tom loved to be begged by such a sweet creature. He smiled, allowing her to draw him into her. But he didn't sink inside her snatch. Instead, he let the tip of his rocket slide over the button of her clitoris. He watched her big pretty dark eyes glisten with lust and sexuality. The girl was as hot as they come. Hotter! And she was all his!
"Tom, put it into meeee!"
"Not yet," he said hotly. He got on his knees and again, placed his head between the sweet girl's legs.
"Oh Tom!"
"I want to worship that pussy, Lisa! Open the pretty legs wide for me. I want to taste that sweet clitoris!"
The girl's eyes closed tightly, as her pale lips moved up over tightly clinched pearly teeth. She felt his tongue come out and dart over her snatch hotly. Then he was holding her pussy lips apart and lapping into her!
"Yeeeeee!" she let out. "That's nice! Oh yessss!"
Tom looked up, seeing her pretty mouth pouting, her pretty olive cheeks flushed a deep crimson. From his position as he ate her clitoris, he could see her lovely little face framed by the cones of her breasts. His palms were still around her butt cakes, feeding the sweet pussy to his tongue.
"Ohhh Tommmmm!"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" he moaned, his tongue aching it was out so far. He began tongue fucking the beauty, projecting his hot tongue deep into the tight sweet snatch. His face pressed to her clitoris as his tongue moved into the pussy lips.
The girl began dancing on his tongue, her body alive in his arms. She was sweating and shivering with passion now, her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Ooo ooooOoOo!" She tossed her head back, causing her dark hair to crack like a whip and spread out wildly. The girl's titties quivered, her little titty tips bobbing as she gasped for air. Nostrils flared wildly. She felt his hand move up to lovingly tease her titty tips.
Sparks of sexual heat flew threw her light carriage, shooting from her clitoris to her nipples as she danced under his tongue.
"Ohh Tommmm! Give it to meeeee!"
The Captain's wide palm covered both her butt cakes now, as his other hand moved hungrily over her breasts, up to her face. He let his fingers move over her mouth, and she greedily took him between her lips.
"Show me how you suck it for me" he moaned, looking up.
She was very aware of his eyes on her now, and decided to give him a show.
She knew he adored watching her suck cock. No wonder. A few times he'd set up mirrors, and even Lisa had to admit, her pretty female beauty really came out when she had a prick in her mouth. It caused her features to glow with erotic beauty. The girl sucked his fingers, letting them slide in and out of her mouth as she looked at him with the dark sparklers of her eyes.
Suddenly she lost control. The girl's spine tightened as she felt waves of orgasmic heat building up and shooting from his tongue, into her hot pussy.
"Tommm! OoooooOoOoOoOoOOOOOoooooooooOoO!!!!!"
He knew she was coming now, and looked up. The girl lips were pouting as her nostrils flared. Her olive face was flushed, brow wrinkled in passion.
Lisa's lips rose over pearly white teeth, and she hissed with pleasure.
The olive stalks of her legs closed around his head, pressing to his ears.
He tongue fucked her as she orgasm stormed and steamed through her sweet female carriage.
The girl danced and jerked, gasping and clutching him. Her orgasm was always a passionate affair, but this one seemed to be more intense than usual. She hissed and cried with joy.
A second later her spine relaxed, and she exhaled in relieved contentment.
"Wow! That was almost more than I could handle," she let out softly. She clutched his prick in her fist. "On the other hand, this I can handle nicely. I want to give you back the pleasure you gave me."
"What would you like to do?"
She got up off the hammock. "It's your turn to sit on the edge of the ropes," the pretty girl insisted.
Tom looked at glowing girl body. Sweat glistened on her olive flesh, as she placed another pillow under the one he'd been using. That was to protect her knees and give her the correct position for some deep throat sucking.
Lisa had a very virginal quality, but she was really pretty experienced. The Captain himself, had broken her in on matters of sexual pleasure. He'd taught her how to lay back and enjoy a good tongue fucking. He'd instructed her on the proper way to maximize a man's pleasure by butterflying her tongue on his throbber.
Lisa cupped his hot sacs, and let them glide on the soft sweetness of her lips. Her tongue darted out and dashed over the hairy balls.
"Ohh, Tom, I love the smell of your balls. You're my man, Tom. I love to please you!"
"Lisa!"
"Tommmmm!"
The girl's tongue darted over the throbbing shaft, from the tip to the base.
Then she held his prick up, pointing it at his belly button. She moved her tongue onto the underside of his throbber, fluttering from the base to the tip and back.
"Lissssa," he hissed, his eyes rolling out of focus as he snorted like a bull. "Ohhhh, that's so nice, Lisa, my sweet little girl!"
"Mmmmm, why does that penis taste so gooood?" she let out. "It's like a candy stick."
"I love when you suck it, Lisa," he steamed, looking closely at her, taking in every inch of her sweet skin and lovely features. The girl was a walking wet dream. When she was not with him, all he had to do was invoke a picture in his mind, of the lovely Lisa doing just what she was doing now. That was enough to stiffen his throbber and make him daydream about her.
Deliberately driving him wild, Lisa swirled her tongue over the mushroom tip, and around the outer rim. She pressed his throbber to her face, letting it move over her little nose, over her cheeks and chin, over her brow and along the lines of her cheekbones.
"This manly penis is my candy stick," the dark haired beauty gasped. "It's all mine!"
"Mmmm, Lisssssa!"
The girl cupped his balls hotly in her palm, and brought her lips directly to his prick tip. She began to butterfly her tongue, just the way he'd taught her.
"Like it?"
"Ummmhmmmmmm!"
"Am I doing it right?"
"Oh yeah, Lisa. Right indeed. That feels sweet, my baby girl!"
"Mmmmmm. I'm going to swallow your hot cum, Daddy," she said softly.
The girl's mouth moved down under his rod, and she let her tongue whip and wiggle over his balls again. She tongue whipped his balls and stroked his hot rod, her lovely dark eyes looking into his.
"Girl, I'm going to cum if you keep that up."
"Give it to me. Cum down my throat, please!"
He cupped her chin, looking at the way her dark brow arched as she begged him for his hot sauce. What a lucky fucker he was, and he knew it very well.
How many men have a lovely girl so anxious to please them? Not many that he knew.
Tom Noble considered Lisa to be one of the great treasures in his life. His daughter, Angelique, was also a prize. But in another way, of course. In a whole other way than Lisa.
The girl rubbed his throbber over her creamy olive skin, luxuriating in the heat and sexuality of his manhood. She cooed softly, pursing her full lips, letting her tongue moisten her mouth and running the sweet lips over her balls again.
"Lisa! You're making me lose control!"
"Are you warning me? I want you to lose control I want to swallow that sweet sauce!"
"Ohh Lisa!"
"Ooooo give it to meee Daddy!"
He throbbed. Every time she called him that, he throbbed. For a split second, he imagined his lovely daughter, Angelique, was sucking his rod.
That was impossible of course, but it was something he occasionally dreamed about; being the lucky man that would one day feed his prick into Angelique's sweet girl body.
Lisa knew the way he was excited by that word, and decided to make the most of it. She butterfly whipped his rod for a moment, her hot eyes on his. Then she let it pop out of her mouth, and moved her carriage up, so that his prick was between her lovely breasts.
"Do you like the way I suck you, Daddy?"
"Ohhh, yeah!"
"That's good. Why haven't you given my your jizz. Do you want me to beg you for it?"
"Yes," he said, smoothing back the stray blue black strands of hair that had fallen over her wide olive brow. I want you to beg!"
"Give it to mee, Daddy. Give Daddy's little girl your sweet cum! I want it down my throat, Daddy! I want you to throb down my throat. Don't hold back.
Shoot it into meeeeeee!"
His hand moved under her chin, and he looked into the dark pretty eyes of his wonderfully sexy young mistress.
"Lisa, I'm going to give it to you now!"
"Oh, good, Daddy! I want to swallow you! I want to taste your jizz sliding down my throat. Stop holding back on me. You promised you'd give it to meeee."
"Yes, Lisa, yes. Daddy's little girl is going to swallow for meeeeeee!"
"Hmmmmmm!"
Lisa reached down under her titties and lifted them, so that the moist and glistening titty tops jiggled before his eyes. She pressed her nipples to his balls hotly, grinding and humping his crotch.
"Look into my eyes, Daddy! I want you to watch me as I swallow your passion."
"Yes, Daddy's sweet girl! Yessss!"
Tom could no longer contain himself. As much as he wanted this passionate blowjob to last forever, he was no longer able to control the throbbing and twitching of his about-to-explode penis.
He opened his eyes wide, taking in the lovely sight of her jiggling and bouncing titty tops. He could feel her titty's cork tips pressed to his nuts. He could feel the hot girl tongue fluttering over his rod.
He looked into her dark sparkling eyes and felt that terminal throbbing that told him that it was over! His ability to control himself was over!
"Oooo Lisa!"
"Hnnnnnmmmmm!"
The prick exploded deep in her mouth. The girl felt hot sauce hit the roof of her mouth and slide down her throat. She was very aware of his eyes on her and decided to give him the show of his life!
Lisa allowed the first few pearls to slid down her throat. Then she pulled back, clutching his throbber in her tiny fist.
"Oooo little Lisa!"
"Feed it to meeeee, Daddy!"
The girl was aiming his rod at her face now, as it continued to spurt pearls of hot sauce.
He watched, almost passing out with pleasure, as the hot jizz hit his girl's nose and cheek, her lips and chin. She opened her mouth wide for it.
A drop of jizz landed on her tongue, and she curled her lips in a wide smile, begging for more. Then she brought her teeth together, raising her lips so that her pearly white teeth were fully exposed.
"Yessss!" he let out, watching as a droplet of jizz hit her front teeth and upper lip.
The girl's tits were still pressed to his balls, and she moved back, aiming his prick down onto her knockers. Tom watched as hot droplets landed on her titty tops and tips.
"My baby girl!"
"Ohhh, Daddy!"
The orgasm peaked with Lisa squeezing him, augmenting his pleasure with her little fist. When at last he stopped spurting hot sauce, she smiled and placed his rod up to her lips again.
"I'm going to lick my Daddy off," she said, looking into the dark eyes that stared at her so intently.
Tom gasped and relaxed, almost. The pleasure was still not over. Even thought the 'gasm passed, and with it, his sense of urgency, he still had a hard prick. He still felt the electricity charging through her tongue as she lapped the sticky sweet sauce off his hard rod.
She was glistening now, not only with moist sweat, but with his liquid passion. She licked and lapped on his dick and balls, cleaning him off completely.
"I love having my Daddy's cum all over my face and body," she confessed hotly. "It's my biggest thrill, pleasing you, Tom."
"Oh Lisa, girl, you drive me wild."
"That's what I'm here for," she cooed.
"Yes, that must be true."
"Hmmmmmm!"
There was a knock on the tent flap, and Tom startled. He looked at her.
"What the hell could that be?"
The girl shrugged.
"Just a minute," he barked, not pleased at all about being disturbed from his deep afterglow. He looked down at the lovely girl. "I guess you'd better cover yourself up."
"Do I have to? Can't we play a little more?"
Tom Noble nodded negatively. "You know I'd like to, girl. But something must be up, or they wouldn't be bothering me."
"It's Andre, Sir. I have to speak to you at once!"
The man's voice was filled with urgency and excitement.
"Just a minute, Andre. Hold on to your horses!"
"Please Sir. Hurry up."
Tom lifted his little Lisa in his arms and laid her softly on the bedroll.
She was naked, and he didn't see any reason to dress her. After talking with Andre, he intended to fuck his little beauty. So he just covered her with the cotton sheets, and drew the screen that afforded privacy to his sleeping area.
Tom opened the tent flap and allowed Andre to enter.
"What is it, Andre? What couldn't wait?"
"Sir, your daughter! I'm afraid she was kidnapped right out of her tent. As she slept. No one really knows how or why."
"What?" Tom Noble felt his legs giving way. Fatigue and confusion caused him to reel over.
Andre caught him and eased him into a chair.
"One of the Indians claims to have seen some of General Mendez's men in the area. It's reasonable to assume that Mendez pulled this awful act. Why, I don't know." Andre wiped sweat from his brow.
"We both know the General fears me. He senses my hatred for him, and knows that if anyone is sent to flush him out it will be me. I can see why he'd want to exercise some control over me."
"Well, it won't work."
"Correct!" Tom Noble spit. He was regaining his composure now. Anger crept into his face, replacing confusion.
"That bastard!" Andre said.
"Tell the men to assemble in fifteen minutes," Tom said. "We're not going up the mountain to dig for ancient artifacts today. We've got other things to do."
"Yes Sir."
"And have full weaponry assigned to every man. Just in case."
"Are we going to journey to the General's headquarters?" Andre asked, a bit startled. It was well known that no one had ever gotten out of that region alive without the full approval of the local Indians. And they, at least for the moment, were protecting Mendez.
"I don't know. I need time to think," Tom Noble said evenly. "But I'll tell you one thing. This situation is not acceptable. Something very radical will have to happen quickly."
"Yes, I agree. Tom, Captain Noble, you can count on me all the way. Whatever is necessary, we will do it."
"Thank you, Andre. Now let me think it over and figure out my next move."
"Yes."
"Oh, and send a man into the mission to make sure that it was Mendez's men in the first place."
"I already did that Sir."
"Good. Very good."
Lisa felt a shiver pass through her sweating body as she realized the horror what had happened. What if it was her, and not Angelique, that had fallen into the hands of the maniac, Mendez? Lisa hesitated to dwell on what he would do to Angelique.
Lisa got dressed and crept out of the tent, leaving Tom Noble alone with his thoughts.
CHAPTER FOUR
General Mendez stroked his whip and eye balled the young virgin girl hungrily. This was going to be a pleasure. A real ruthless joy!
He was so excited by her tender young girl body that he hardly knew where to begin. He puffed on a thick cigar, walking slowly around the beauty with a sneer on his thick face.
"So this is the precious jewel? This is the girl her father is so very wild over? Bitch, I don't see how you are different from any other piece of ass.
And when I'm done with you, you will be little more than la puta. The whore!"
"Go to hell!" Angelique Noble hissed, looking directly into his nasty eyes.
Her contempt was visible.
The General liked to see a beauty get mad. Especially such a contained and proper little bitch as the one before him. She'd been brought up to control that temper, to hide her feelings in dealing with people. But her upbringing did not make room for ruthless scumbags like the General. He sensed her desire to bolt and took on a threatening tone.
"Move one inch without permission, Angelique, and I will whip you senseless."
The girl froze. She felt a cool sweat break out on the surface of her body.
She said nothing now, but continued to glare at the General with extreme contempt.
"You think I am beneath you?" he spit.
"I know you are beneath me. You are beneath most primates, General. If all animals on this planet were to engage in an ugly contest, you would get the prize."
The General smiled. "But my dear, I did get the prize. You are the prize."
"My father will be coming to get me soon, General Shitface. And when he does, if he hears that you have laid a single finger on me, he will cut that finger off and stick it up your ass."
"A very unladylike tongue on this one," the General sneered, glancing at Tico, who'd walked into the vast tent.
Tico frowned. "Do you eat with that dirty mouth, Angelique?"
Mendez and Tico had a good laugh at that. Angelique bit her lip. The two of them together were a dangerous combination. They would egg each other on.
She was shocked that Mendez would act in such open defiance of her father, Captain Noble. It was common knowledge that Noble had many friends among the Indians. Most of the banditos and psuedo-military outfits that operated out of the jungles in that region, kept their distance from Noble, or at least avoided angering him directly.
This was a flexing of muscles on the General's part. And as frightened as Angelique was, she knew that it was going to eventually be a lethal one.
Angelique knew her father better than anyone alive. He would not rest until Mendez was dead. He would not sleep until he'd found her. And how hard could it be? Mendez took no precautions. He hadn't moved his camp or set up bivouac. He had the girl brought to him, and continued his life as if nothing had happened.
"Send Amy in to me," the General told Tico. "I need an assistant."
"Why not let me assist you?" Tico said, his eyes begging for excitement.
Mendez gave him a hard look. "Amy! Now! Defy me and you will feel my wrath!"
"Yes, General!"
Tico clicked his heels and turned. The sound of B.F. Goodrich heels clicking together almost made Angelique laugh. But she was hardly in a position to show her amusement at how silly these macho fart faces were. Not at the moment at any rate. Right now General Mendez was holding the cards. The game would change. She knew that, and never doubted it. She could feel the presence of her father out there, beyond the shadows of thick jungle, moving towards her to save her. But he had not arrived yet. For the time being, a good amount of diplomacy was in order.
What Angelique did not realize yet, was that she was truly in more trouble than a girl of her protected breeding could realize. Mendez was a sadistic lunatic. He had not kidnapped her merely to torture her father from a distance. He'd done it, also, to torture her, close up!
"Yes, General," Amy said, entering the tent. The tall lean beauty smirked at the well-bred captive. "What do you wish me to do?"
The General tossed Amy a handful of leather thongs. "I thought you might enjoy removing her clothes, Amy, and binding her for me. I want the bitch hog tied. You can pick the position."
Angelique couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she could tell by the General's tone that he was not joking around. She could tell by Amy's lit up eyes, that the dark girl was delighted to be placed in a position of power over her.
"Very nice, General," Amy said, looking at Angelique with open contempt.
"That is something I will enjoy very much." She addressed, herself to Angelique. "I suppose that girls like me are on this planet merely to polish your boots, Bitch!"
Ada walked right up to Angelique, nose to nose. "You will soon see what it is like to be subservient." Amy turned to Mendez. "She is a virgin?"
Mendez smiled widely. "I believe she is. Why not ask her, Amy?"
"Are you?"
Angelique flushed with anger. What business was that of hers? Of the Generals? Why were they asking her personal questions?
"And what if I am?"
"Puta!" Amy spit. "You have never had to take a man's dick into your body to feed your face! To feed your family. You have no idea what life is about, little puta. But you will soon learn. You will soon see that it is not just a matter of sitting back and being waited on while others do the shit work."
"If you wish to abuse me, on with it. But don't give your act a false nobility."
"Well!"
"She is right," General Mendez said. "She has done nothing to you. Nothing to me. The dear girl is an innocent pawn in a game that has nothing to do with her. And yet, here she is, acting, or at least being acted on." He turned to Angelique. "Bitch, do you have any idea how much your father will pay for you? Not just money. He will pay money and lots of it. He will also keep his nose out of my gun running game. Out of my la coca plays. At first I was going to have him kidnapped. But I decided, dear Angelique, that you would provide more amusement. And in the end, it would be easier to manipulate him through you."
"You're not quite sure of that, General."
"What?"
"This is an experiment, remember. It might work. But it also might provoke him to come and slit your throat."
The General laughed. "Half of the jungle is competing to come and slit my fat throat," he told her, his dark beady eyes glinting with evil passions.
"So far, no one has entered this camp uninvited, and walked out. They are invariably carried out, by one of my soldiers, in a burlap sack to be buried in the jungle or thrown into shallow mud. That is the way it has been, dear girl, and the way it will remain."
"You believe that? You think no one can harm you? Your ego will be your undoing."
The General was not in a practical mood. His red face flushed and he spit.
"Amy! Rip the bitch's clothing off and get to work." He picked up his crop.
"If you do a good job I will let you strap on a dildo and take her cherry."
Amy's face lit up with perverse pleasure. Being the General's concubine provided her with more perversity than she could imagine, being a relatively simple girl brought up in a village situation. She wondered where her General had learned these wicked things. But the idea of wearing a fake penis and penetrating this helpless princess, was appealing.
"I will do a great job for you, General," Amy spit, her hand moving up to the top of Angelique's white blouse.
"Take your hands off me!"
"Easy giving commands, isn't it, Princess?"
Amy's hand hooked the collar and ripped down, and the buttons popped off, flying in all directions. She stepped back to admire the havoc she'd accomplished.
Angelique had flushed with shame and anger, and her titty tops were now visible over her white brassiere. Amy mocked her with a smile, as the General moved in for a good look.
Mendez clutched his crotch and grinned, openly enjoying Angelique's humiliation. "A good start, Amy. Now the bottom. Get that skirt off of the bitch. Don't remove it tenderly. Rip it the fuck off!"
Amy was barely listening. Now she was caught up in the passion and lust of the moment. Her hand hooked in the pretty girl's brassiere, right between the high sweet breasts. She could feel the cream tit on the back of her hand.
Amy pulled, and the brassiere popped open. She pulled it forward, hurting Angelique as she tore the fabric off her body. She threw it to the General.
"Yes," he said, holding it to his nose and taking a deep smell. "It is such a delicate thing, is it not? I have never seen such a dainty little bra in all my days. And now the skirt, Amy!"
The General knew that, by having Amy perform this evil deed, it would humiliate Angelique even more than if he did it.
Amy placed her hands on the captive girl's hips, but Angelique stepped back.
"Did I tell you to move?" Mendez spit.
"She's trying to escape!" Amy hissed.
"Bitch!"
Mendez clutched the girl's arm and dragged her over to the center post of the tent, which was sturdy and had been fortified to use as a bondage device.
"Use your thongs, Amy. Tie the bitch to the post. She is going to be a problem if you don't. She is not used to doing what she is told."
"A high spirited bitch," Amy spit.
Amy moved with deliberate contempt now, as she walked behind the girl, and jerked her arms back. She tied her wrists together quickly, and then used another thong to bind the wrists to the post.
Angelique felt a wave of utter hopelessness creep into her bones as she was locked into this uncomfortable position. She had not reference points in her past, to allow her to know how to act in a situation like this. She felt a strong fear, but did not want her captives to know this. Somehow, she would maintain a facade of bravery and defiance.
"Don't think because you are a woman, that my father will not kill you for this," Angelique said softly, as Amy moved close to her.
"Fuck you, puta. I have no fear of the Captain. He does not hold court in my jungle," Amy let out. She smiled now.
"The whore threatens you, Amy!"
"The whore does not know what she is saying."
"Well, teach her!"
"Si! I will teach her who her superior is. She will bow and serve, or she will be punished."
Mendez puffed on his cigar and sat down on a pillow. His prick was throbbing. This was going to be quite a show, he decided.
Amy had learned perversion from the General. She was quite shocked at her own taste for wickedness. Still, this went before anything she'd ever done before. But she knew that it was important to keep the General happy. If Amy refused, he might decide to bind and whip her. And if she went along with him, she would get to enjoy a new experience, and win his approval.
No contest!
"Bitch, let's have a look at that little pussy!"
Amy drew a long thin blade and hooked it in the frightened girl's waist line. She pulled away from the moist body, cutting the fabric of Angelique's skirt.
Then Amy began shredding the garment, peeling and jerking it off the girl's long smooth legs.
"What pretty legs you have, Virgin Whore!" the General chuckled.
Angelique felt like she was going to faint. She was on fire now, her body burning with anger and outrage. She had never been treated disrespectfully in her life! This was beyond belief.
"I warn you!" Angelique said, her voice quivering.
"She warns you, Amy. Teach her a lesson about warning you."
"Si, General. I will."
Amy threw the skirt at the General, sensing his amusement at receiving the girl's discarded garments.
"The little white panties, Amy. I want the bitch's panties."
"Certainly, General!"
Amy hooked her thumb in the elastic line, and jerked off the panties that covered Angelique's virginal bush. Amy held them to her nose for an instant, then threw them to the General who was lounging on a pillow with his penis out.
The General held them to his face, breathing deep. His eyes rolled back in his head and he snorted like a bull.
"Very sweeeet!" he said hotly. "The kind of smell that makes a man want to sink his prick into a little hot cunt!" He glared at Angelique.
The captive beauty was naked now, and goose flesh was visible up and down her inner thighs. She was trying to double up, to cover her high shapely breasts. But she was bound in such a way, that she could barely move. Amy had been tied to that pole enough times to know how it was done. And now she was grateful. The General played his bondage games with Amy, and even whipped her occasionally. But he never went too far with her. Amy had the distinct feeling that this time such restraint was not necessary.
"What are you going to do with her now, Amy? Do I have to tell you, or will your own imagination take over?"
"I think I can handle this," Amy spit, glaring at the nude captive with amusement. She grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to look up.
"The bitch is an icicle. Why not ride her like a bicycle?" Mendez suggested.
Amy laughed. She reached out and touched the pink fruit that projected from the cone-like titties. The titty tips hardened at her touch.
"Don't touch meeee!" Angelique said hotly, her tone somewhere between begging and demanding.
"You are in no position to be making demands," Amy said, smirking.
"I warn you one last time!"
"Good. I am tired of hearing your empty warnings. I have work to do!"
Angelique tried her best to maintain her presence, as the demented scene unfolded before her. But this type of thing was well beyond what she knew how to handle.
Amy told her to stand up straight, and when she did not comply, the General's concubine slapped Angelique across the face with her open palm.
Angelique's eyes blazed in shock.
Amy struck again, this time the other cheek. "Obey me, Bitch."
Angelique felt a knot in her throat. She did her best to contain her rage and fear.
"Here, Amy!"
Mendez threw his bitch the crop he carried.
Angelique looked over at him now, and saw, through her bleary and confused vision, that the thick pig had his penis out and was holding it in his fist as he sat there, watching her humiliation. He was stroking himself and puffing on his cigar.
Amy moved the crop over the hard points that capped Angelique's breasts, then drew the braided Austrian leather down over the girl's tight belly, which quivered with disgust.
"You are getting frightened now, Angelique," Amy said, running the crop between her breasts, then down over her belly and between her legs.
Amy massaged the girl's virginal bush with the crop now, softly but firmly, looking into her eyes and whispering curses.
"Your little pussy will not be a virgin's soon, Angelique. You will be a whore. But it will be worth it, girl. The General will make you a woman, and make you glad to be one. His penis is as big as they come!"
Mendez laughed. "If anyone should know, Miss Noble, it is Amy. I took her cherry too. And it was a tight sweet little fruit before I picked it, was it not?"
Amy winked.
"It hurt like hell to have his prick pierce me," Amy said to Angelique.
"That big thick rod really stretched me out. But when he was done, I knew what it was like to have a real man inside my cunt."
Mendez got to his feet. His prick stood up from his body like a rocket. He stroked it with his fist as he approached the captive girl.
"Amy, on your knees!"
"What?"
"Amy, don't ask questions," Mendez said, clutching his concubine's hair and jerking her to her knees. "Stick that big rod in your mouth, Bitch!"
Amy realized at once that he was merely frightening the captive, showing her that her worst fears were being realized.
"Anything you say, General!"
"You see that?" Mendez said, turning to Angelique, who was watching with wide terrified eyes.
Mendez clutched Amy by her ears, and began pumping his prick in and out of her mouth. "You see how my bitch takes it in her mouth? By the time I'm done, you will be begging me to fuck your mouth, Angelique. Begging for it, do you hear me?"
Angelique whimpered now, feeling flushed with confusion and despair.
Mendez picked up the whip and brought it down across Amy's back with a loud crack. "Take it, Amy. Slide those pretty lips over my dick!"
Amy obeyed her master, letting his thick rod slip all the way into her mouth even though her jaw ached from the thickness.
"Watch her suck, Angelique. You will have to learn, and it does not hurt to watch. Amy is my favorite suck girl. I fuck her mouth daily."
Mendez pulled out and rested his prick across the girl's face. "Show my new slave how you flutter your tongue on me, Amy."
The concubine's little tongue came out, moving over the pulsing shaft of his prick. The General was looking at Angelique now, as he winched with pleasure from Amy's tongue lashing.
"You are a very pretty bitch. I shall enjoy making a woman of you."
Amy cupped the General's balls and turned to the captive. "It's important to suck his balls, Angelique. He likes that and if you do it right he will not beat you." She smiled coyly, then let the big hairy sacs drop into her hot mouth.
Angelique's lips curled in disgust.
Amy began moving in tempo now, sliding her lips on and off the General's big rod. She knew how to please him. He'd trained her, instructing her for hours and hours in the details of his desires.
She was enjoying Angelique's discomfort now, and making the most of her position in this equation. She was, after all, the General's favorite concubine. She felt completely unthreatened. This bitch would never be as good as she was, even if Mendez did succeed in breaking the pale girl's spirits and making her his suck girl and slave.
No one would ever replace Amy. And so she was free to enjoy this interlude.
This unexpected walk down the gateway of dementia.
"Get up, Amy. I want you to apply your crop to the pale girl's cheeks now."
Amy got to her feet, wiping pearls of lube off her lips. She smiled at Angelique, winking. "His prick tastes manly and firm, Slave. You will come to appreciate this, once he takes you."
Angelique bit her lip. Could she do that? Could she put that horrid stick of meat into her mouth? She would rather he killed her.
Amy untied the girl from the post, but kept her wrists bound behind her.
Then she made the virgin captive kneel on her knees. Amy pulled her hair, and Angelique was forced across the ground. Then the concubine placed a pillow under the captive's butt cakes, forcing her ass up off the ground on an arched angle.
"If you move, I will be merciless," Mendez said. "Stay in whatever position you are put in."
Amy got up and moved behind the girl. She tested the braided crop on her open palm. Then, without a word, the leather lash cracked in the air and descended across Angelique's left butt cake.
CRAACCCKKK!
Angelique bit her lip. She was determined not to cry out. She wriggled and squirmed under the sting of the next shot.
CCCRRRAAACCCKKKKK!
Angelique broke into a furious sweat, her pale skin glinting. She remained painfully silent, fighting an instinct to yell and beg for mercy. She would receive no mercy here. And she knew, somehow, that the pig of a General would merely enjoy her pleading.
Amy laid the crop across her buttocks again and again, watching as welts raised up on the once smooth butt cakes. The lashing became harder and harder as Amy warmed up to her purpose. This was a new experience. Usually it was Amy receiving the crop, and Mendez applying the blows. Amy always wondered what it felt like for him. Now she at least had some idea. It was a thrill alright, to whip a beautiful girl. It was something most people have the decency never to do. Only a privileged circle of human hogs ever get to find out what this feels like. And yes, there was a thrill involved in acting out this sick manifestation of human vileness! A thrill and an intensity that made Amy feel intensely alive.
Mendez was getting very horny now. His prick was swollen, and beginning to ache from being stiff so long with no relief. He could have shot into Amy's mouth and maintained his erection, given the heat of present stimuli. But he wanted to maintain full excitement for the purpose of stealing the young girl's flower!
"Ok, Amy, it is time for the little girl to become a full grown woman. I want you to hold her down for me. I will mount her from the rear."
"Like a dog!" Amy shouted.
"Si! I will take the bitch like a dog!"
Angelique felt herself slipping in and out of focus. Her breathing was labored. Her sense of reality was slipping away, and soon it was as if she was watching the scene from a corner of the tent. Watching but not participating.
Mendez and Amy forced the long stalks of the girl's legs wide apart. The General's thick fingers parted her bush, and he began massaging her pussy hotly.
"She resists, General!"
"Si, she fights. But that is not a bad thing."
Angelique's instincts were to fight, and she struggled as well as she could, squirming and squealing to avoid the horror that was descending on her.
The General was strong. Even Amy could overpower her now. Angelique's strength was not what it normally was. She felt her muscles losing the ability to resist. She felt herself sliding away from the scene being forced on her. It was as if she no longer existed, and yet somehow her body was still there. But her will was gone. Her ability to control what was going on, had evaporated.
Angelique sensed that this was going to be an episode of extreme trauma, and her senses overloaded with negative stimuli.
"She's losing her fight!"
"The bitch! She knows she can't resist."
Mendez brought his prick into the girl's bush, and slid it between her butt cakes, in the cleavage between her cheeks.
The penis felt like an alien presence. She tightened her butt, not realizing that her tormentor was pleased with this tensing of her cakes.
Mendez looked down. The high sweet rump cakes quivered. They were red now, and had welts criss crossing from the whipping that his concubine had given the pale beauty.
"Bitch! I can smell your fear now," he said hotly into her ear. The General clinched her ear lobe with his front teeth, .causing Angelique to cry out for the first time.
"I'm going to stick it in you now, Bitch. You are going to be my slave girl from this night on. You hear me?"
The girl whimpered and moaned low in her throat, feeling the heat of his prick between her cakes. She lost control of her body completely now, and her limbs went where they were placed.
"Hold the legs apart!"
Amy obeyed Mendez, clutching the girl's ankles and pulling the long stalks of her pale legs as wide away from each other as possible.
Mendez slid down under her buttocks now, his prick rubbing against her pussy and clit. It was his experience that often a woman will get excited in spite of herself, if she is properly stimulated.
But Angelique merely rolled her eyes and passed out. This pissed him off. He told Amy to bring him the silver box that was on his table.
Amy knew very well what was on the General's mind. No thrill fucking a virgin who does not know she is being violated. Amy took some cocaine out of the box, and placed a large lump of the powder on the webbing between her thumb and forefinger.
"Give it to her. Make her breath it!"
Amy held it under the pale girl's nose, and involuntarily Angelique took up some of the powder.
The eyes popped open in horror, and suddenly crisp focus had returned to the girl's mind. She became acutely aware of the way his penis was prodding over her buttocks and pushing apart her pussy lips.
"Please!" Angelique cried out. It was the first word she'd uttered since her torment began. "Please don't do this!"
"It is already done, Bitch!"
The General's prick was just at the pussy lips, and Amy bent down to guide him in. She knew he was too wild at this point, to know what he was doing.
She'd seen this happen to him once before. At a certain point, passion completely overcame Mendez, and he was liable to do anything.
Amy wanted him to deflower the girl, and not slip into her ass by accident.
Later, perhaps, he could further humiliate her by taking her ass. But for now, on with the business of stealing the fruit of her maidenhead.
"Push, General! Push it in her!"
"Yes, Amy, I am going to penetrate that tight pussy! In it goes!"
The General hooked his wide palms around her hips and held her at an arched angle. He jabbed his poker into the virgin's pussy without a second's mercy, realizing that what he was doing was the most painful way to take it.
"Yyyyy! Oooowwww!" Angelique let out, her eyes squeezed shut, lips drawn up over her teeth, her nostrils flaring in pain and shock.
Mendez felt the very tight snatch squeeze his penis as he sank it in, in one sweeping assault, directly to the base! He held on tight, not moving, savoring the intense heat and tightness.
"Only once, does a woman feel this sweet," he hissed into her ear. "And you have given your sweet flower to me. General Mendez will be able to brag, from this day on, my Angelique, that he alone knows what your virgin's pussy felt like!"
Amy laughed. "And now you are la puta," she said, grabbing the girl's hair and pulling her face up. "Just another bitch. There is nothing to lose now, if you wish to fuck every man you meet. Nothing to lose at all." Amy laughed, jerking Angelique's hair to make the girl's eyes widen.
General Mendez rested, luxuriating in the warm sweet snatch his prick was buried in. Then, after a few minutes, he began moving in and out of her.
"Please! That hurts so much!"
"That is what you are here for, Bitch! To serve your master, General Mendez," Amy spit, resting the girl's face on her upper leg so she could watch the pale girl's pain. It somehow pleased her to know that this precious princess was no longer precious. Just another whore. Another bitch that was on the planet merely to serve the General.
"It hurts!" Angelique sobbed. Tears of agony ran down her smooth pale cheeks, dripping into her mouth. Her nostrils quivered wildly. Her brow was flushed a hot red, and her hair was wildly messed up from Amy's pulling and tugging.
"Now I'm going to ride you, Bitch. I'm going to teach you how to give a man pleasure. I'm sure you want to know how to please the fine husband you will have some day. That is, if any man will marry you after you've been the whore of General Mendez!"
Angelique began to cry wildly. Her body was wracked with sobs as the hot penis moved in and out of her pussy. She had no control over her cunt now.
He was commanding her to squeeze him.
"Tighten it! Squeeze me with that snatch!"
But the girl could do no such thing. She felt as if her body no longer belonged to her. It was the plaything of General Mendez and his sadistic concubine.
Little did Angelique know that, not long ago, Amy was just a young virgin like herself. Before life's cruelties caught up with her. Before she was taken by Dino, and brought to serve the General.
But that was a lifetime ago anyway. Little was left of the village girl, the innocent creature that was stolen away from her village and made to serve.
Now, Amy was just a concubine, and in a way, so was Angelique.
The General brought his hands under the girl, squeezing her breasts painfully, lifting and squeezing as he throbbed in her pussy. And then he began to ejaculate.
"Roll those hips, Bitch! Squeeze me with that tight cunt!"
She found herself trying to escape, but the powder they'd forced her to sniff, made her extremely conscious of everything that was happening to her.
She could do nothing but surrender herself to this punishing event, and hope that they did not kill her or permanently harm her physically.
The General bucked and quivered like a mad bull as he came in the virgin girl's pussy, his hands squeezing and tweaking her breasts, his dick penetrating her to the hilt on each down stroke.
After a storming orgasm, he was quiet and still. Then, without a word, he got to his feet and turned to Amy. "She is yours now, Amy. Do you remember how I used you when you first came here? Well, it is your turn. You may use her, in any way you wish."
Amy smiled. Had she thought about it, she would have realized that the General's cruelty had perverted her completely. Once upon a time Amy was so innocent, so incapable of cruelty.
General Mendez had left his mark upon her. And now, she felt a certain delight in having power over this helpless girl.
When Amy first came to the General's camp, she served as the plaything of Christina and Lola, the General's concubines. Now she, Amy, would have her own plaything. This was the way of life inside General Mendez's little sick world.
Amy had accepted it, because she had to live. She had every reason to believe that now Angelique would accept it as well.
The General rang for Lola, and had her wipe him off with a towel as he watched his little Amy strap on the dildo he'd given her. This should be a treat, he decided. This should be quite a show!
In the stillness of the South American night, young Angelique lay on the bedroll sobbing. Her pussy ached madly, and her body felt loathsome to her.
She wondered if it was possible to hate as much as she hated General Mendez.
She would have gladly killed him, if she had a weapon and could do so.
Angelique had never considered herself capable of murder, but now she was.
She felt her spirits sinking, and it seemed to her that only the General's death would restore her to life.
There was only one spark of life in young Angelique. She knew beyond a doubt, that her father, Captain Noble, would do anything to get her back.
Anything!
And Noble was not a man to accept defeat. He would win in the end. He would triumph. But, she wondered, what will be left to save? Her spirits felt broken. She wondered if she would ever be herself again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Captain Thomas Noble did not like calling in favors. He was a gracious man, and if he did something for a friend, there was no hidden motive, generally.
But this was an emergency situation. Noble and hid primary assistant, Andre Perry, were engaged in preparing an expedition deep into the jungle, to meet with a man of adventure and intrigue, an American in exile named Sam Blaze.
Many years ago, in Peru, Sam Blaze had been captured by a rain forest tribe, and held prisoner. Without meaning to, he had been growing marijuana on their sacred ground. Blaze tried to make the Indians appreciate how very appropriate this coincidence happened to be, but the Indians did not see his humor and were preparing to kill him for his act.
At this exact time Captain Thomas Noble was returning to the Peruvian jungles, with gifts for the chief of the rain forest tribe.
The Chief and the Captain were on such friendly and respectful terms, that a few words from Noble saved Sam Blaze from a very toasty situation.
Blaze vowed that he owed Noble a favor. Since Blaze was deeply dug in with his band of madmen, it was unlikely that Noble would ever be in the neighborhood to claim this owed service.
Before this happened anyway.
"Swamp swirlers?"
"That's your only hope," said Chris Noble, the Captain's cousin and supply engineer. "You must take the swirler boats as far as the river lets you.
From this point," he laid his finger on a map, "you will have to make your way through some impossible mountains. Why the fuck would anyone dig in like that, anyway?"
Captain Noble shrugged. "A strange man, Sam Blaze. But an honorable one. I am not a killer. But he is. Together, we will be able to rescue Angelique and settle a score with General Mendez."
"If you survive the journey," Chris Noble cautioned.
"We will survive."
"Please, you will have to carry weapons this time."
Captain Noble liked to abbreviate his weapon displays, while on expedition through the jungles, because he did not want the natives to see him as a threat. But this time, the places he would have to travel through demanded fierce and visible arms.
"Chris, issue Uzis and MAC 10s to every man," Captain Noble said. "As well as grenades and grenade launchers. You are right about this, Chris. As much as I hate to travel like an army, the situation really does call for it.
Shit!"
"You're being realistic for a change. How very strange, Captain."
"My daughter's life hangs on my ability to make it through the river, through the jungle and mountains, to reach Blaze."
"Well, once you meet with the American, you do not have far to go. Your target is a mere sixty miles away from Blaze."
"That's all?"
"Well," Chris frowned. "Sixty long miles. Over a fierce mountain."
"I see. Well, see that the men are issued climbing as well as jungle gear.
And no, you cannot come. If I don't make it, you must go for Angelique yourself."
"I understand," Chris said. "But I have no doubt that you will carry this out. I've never known you to fail a task that meant as much to you as this.
Mendez doesn't realize it yet, but he's signed his death warrant."
"Well, Mendez might not realize it, but I'd be willing to bet that Angelique does."
The boats were loaded with weapons, gear and food, and Captain Noble, with a crew of fifteen men, piled in. They were going to travel a hundred miles on the river, down a very rocky and threatening section. At times the river was very shallow and it was easy to bottom. At other times the water rushed along violently, and it was easy to tip or spill. Other perils, such as reptiles, snakes, and the usual jungle meanness, would be with them every inch of the way. A year ago, a snake dropped from a branch and killed a man on the river. It was something that happened all the time.
"Andre, I want you with me in the lead boat. You must man the field radio and keep the men together at all times. No one can wander off. Clear?"
"Yes, Sir!"
They started their motors and took off down river. It was early dawn, and as Noble sat there, he could think of little else except his daughter's safety.
It amazed him, the beauty of the jungle, of the river. But until Angelique was safe, he would not be able to enjoy a single breath.
"We are being watched," Andre said, pointing to some shadows that were hidden by brush along the shore. They'd been on the river for close to an hour, and were already in unfamiliar waters.
"I know them. Don't worry, they won't attack us unless we go near the shore.
They fear slavers. And answer me, Andre, can you blame them?"
"Slavers? In this day and age?"
Captain Noble shrugged. Man's evil no longer startled him. Sickened, yes, but startled no longer. "Andre, as I get older I find that more and more amazes me less and less. It is sad, no?"
"Yes," Andre said, sensing the Captain's preoccupation with Angelique. "Very sad."
Captain Noble recognized one of the shadows, as the man stepped into a clearing. He waved, and to the shock of Noble's men, the native waved back and smiled.
"The men are impressed Sir. You have friends all over," Andre said.
"I treat all men as my brothers," Noble said. Andre had heard that talk before, but with his boss it was not rhetoric. It was his personal way of seeing people. That was what Andre most admired about Captain Thomas Noble.
All men, unless they actively betrayed him, were his brothers. And yet, if you acted as his enemy, Captain Noble would not turn the other cheek. He would launch a full scale assault and conquer your ass.
"White water!"
"Oh shit!" Captain Noble let out. "There was so much rain the last few days, the waterfall, which is sometimes just a trickle, will be gushing. Get on the radio, tell the men we will have to go ashore. The boats can fall down the waterfall and survive, but we can't."
"That will take hours," Andre protested.
"Well? Any other ideas?"
"Of course not, Sir."
Andre got on the horn. They brought their swamp boats to shore, unloaded all provisions and arms, and let the swamp boats go over the falls. The boats were made for this sort of thing. They landed on the bottom completely operative.
The men had to climb down a steep rock formation, covered with jungle moss and slippery slime. But they all made it, and down below, they collected their boats and went on.
"Four wasted hours," Andre said.
"A long time but not a waste. It's that sort of obstacle that overcomes most expeditions that attempt the river. We at least, are still here and still in operation. You have to see that as a victory over the river, Andre. Anyway, we will soon be coming to the end of the river."
They'd been on the water for close to seventy-two hours, and according to Captain Noble's map, soon they'd be approaching the end of their water journey. Then, it would be time to hide the boats and begin climbing the mountain.
Sam Blaze was sprawled on a hammock in his private paradise, eating tropical fruit and watching as his men worked the rich soil. In the old days he and his partners did most of the work, but now that was not necessary. Blaze had a body of loyal men, who he paid very well. They were a veritable army, although rarely did anyone ever reach them, let alone threaten them.
Sam Blaze smoked a thick ciggy of his special blend, luxuriating in the rich exhale. This was quality smoke. He would open their eyes at market with this crop! He smiled. Life had been very good to him, since he decided to live his life outside the sphere of so-called civilization. He lived surrounded by his men, in a luxurious permanent camp that was truly a small town. The houses were built up on platforms, to protect them from the jungle. But they were far from crude huts. They were made of wood, and electricity was provided by a team of generators that ran on gasoline. Supplies were brought in through a narrow artery of water that meandered through a fault in the vast rock formations to the East. No one knew of this waterway, except local Indians and Sam Blaze's men.
The Indians were very friendly to Blaze. Years ago some slavers had made their way through the waterway, hoping to conquer a nearby village and take away the able workers. Blaze was ruthless in cleaning up the slavers. There were at least forty of them. Not one escaped. The ones who were not killed, were turned out as slave labor to the Indians. It was a pleasant twist in events; the slaver becoming the slave. The irony of it pleased Sam, and of course the Indians were pretty happy about it as well.
Since that incident, Sam Blaze was the mayor of the mountain valley, his arm of influence reaching up into the mountains surrounding them. His men were given complete rights of passage in any direction, and if he needed help from the native population, he got it, often without even asking.
Blaze hired many of the natives to beef up his work force. But unlike other whites who'd attempted this sort of thing, he paid them the same as he paid his own men. As a result, the local friendly tribes were well armed and could fortify their positions against intruders.
No slavers had attempted to enter the area for a long time. The few that tried were quickly decapitated and floated down river, as a warning to others.
The Indian villages had electricity, medical supplies and practitioners, thanks to Sam's friend Rolf, who was a medical doctor from Austria. The Indians were quick to teach Sam Blaze the tricks he needed to survive in their world, and in reciprocity, Sam taught them the luxuries of his. Thanks to a powerful television satellite, two of the villages had color television sets. Tantamount to a local miracle, but there they were, providing magical distraction. Many of the Indians thought that the little people that inhabited these talking boxes, were cosmic imps. Certainly, no actual human beings could act as stupidly as the beings they observed on their television sets.
Blaze also set up field telephones, so that the chief of one village could talk to the chief of another, without a lot of birdcalls and drums, which were easy to eavesdrop on.
National Geographic would have been shocked by this little world within a world, if they could reach it. Obviously, they could not. It was an insular, polarized region, protected by a fierce river, and insanely dangerous mountains.
"Sam! The Chief has invited us to a feast this evening," said Denise, the young English girl that had been rescued by Sam's men a year ago, on the river, and remained with his odd family.
Denise and Sam quickly became lovers. Sam did not want her to feel captive, and assured her that anytime she wished to leave, he would prepare a boat and have her taken to civilization.
But Denise had no thoughts of leaving the tiny Paradise she loved so much.
She was only seventeen when she came to Sam's world. Her birthday had recently confirmed her status as an adult. Eighteen. Just a few weeks ago.
She was deeply in love with her man, and had no desire to leave him or his odd world.
"Well, if you like, Denise, sure we can go. I guess we'd better, actually.
It would be diplomatically correct to accept the Chiefs invitation, hey?"
"I'd say!" Denise agreed. "Anytime you invite him, he shows up promptly."
"Yeah, well, the old boy likes having a cassette recorder, cigarette lighter, an electric fan in his hut. He is easily charmed by mere home appliances. Like a Stateside housewife, I guess."
Denise laughed. "I hear his favorite music is Motown," she said, giggling.
"Well can you blame him? Probably a Detroit auto worker, deep in his soul."
Denise bent over her man, as he lounged in the hammock, and gave him a deep kiss on the lips. She could sense his mounting horniness, and invited him to take her into the little cottage they sometimes used for their lovemaking.
The cottage was not fit for living, because it was on the ground and not on stilts. But it was a very nice place to idle away an afternoon or evening.
Long as it was not raining. � "Let's go inside!"
"No, Denise. I want to feel the breezes off the river. Let's do it right here!"
"But someone might come along!"
"If they do, they will know better than to make a fuss. Don't worry about little things, Denise. I need my woman now!"
She laughed as he tickled her rib cage. Touching his thick prick through his jungle shorts, Denise let herself enjoy his manly warmth.
"If you insist," she said. "I swear, I'm losing all shame living out here with you."
"Shame is a myth, Denise. There's no place for it in this Paradise of ours.
Nothing shameful has ever happened here, and probably never will."
Denise felt his kiss, and opened her mouth in full surrender. It amazed her how tender Sam Blaze could be. With her, with his people and the local natives, he was as helpful and friendly as a young boy who had not learned yet, that people could be evil.
But with anyone who threatened him or his people, Sam Blaze could be a vicious killer who shot or stabbed first, and then asked questions. She often wondered about him, about his fierce ability to kill when threatened.
She'd seen the way he dealt with the handful of slavers who'd had the balls to enter his Paradise, despite the warnings sent downriver.
Sam and Denise were sitting in the village with the Chief and his men, enjoying dinner. The slavers were brought to him. Sam picked up a MAC 10 and cut them down without batting an eyelash. Then he handed the MAC 10 to the chief and told him to keep it as a gift. "It will prove useful in dealing with future slavers, Chief," he'd said. The Chief cherished his newfound firepower.
The slavers were lashed to logs and floated downriver, as a further warning to any capitalists who looked to the river people as slave labor.
"Sammmm, let's go inside. I'm going to have to suck your prick in a moment and I don't want an audience!"
"No one is here, Denise. Let me feel those pretty lips on me."
The girl unbuttoned his jungle shorts and extracted the hot throbber that was the staff of her man's lust for life. She bent her slender neck, and he moved her honey colored hair aside so he could watch her suck him.
Denise fluttered her tongue on the tip of Sam's prick, cupping his balls warmly in her palm.
"Ooooo Denissse," he hissed, eyes pressed shut as he groaned in pleasure.
"For a civilized female you sure know how to act like a jungle girl."
She moved back, and the prick popped free of her mouth. "But I am a jungle girl now, SweetStickSam. You've made me into your Jane, Tarzan!"
"Rockin' good news, girl!"
She bent down lower and scooped his tight nuts into her mouth, rolling her tongue over the twin sacs. Denise had never had sex, before meeting Sam. And when she first got to know him, he was extremely respectful of her flower.
He did not push her.
Indeed, if anything, he drove her crazy by letting her completely alone. She developed a severe hunger for this sexy stranger who could have commanded her to give herself, and instead, just went about his life and treated her as an honored guest.
Denise didn't know it, but she was the victim of Sam's strategy with beautiful women. Never, never did he chase. What he did was, he let the target of his lust alone, until she wondered what was wrong with her, with him, with them.
Denise let herself desire him in secret for a few weeks. Then, one day when they were out fishing together on the banks of the river, she allowed herself to go skinny dipping under his protective gaze.
Sam was drying her innocently, when she turned to him and reached down for his prick. She stroked it hard and looked into his eyes. "I wish to lose my virginity now," Denise had let out softly. "You saved my life. You are the man I wish to take my cherry."
Sam did not argue. He wanted her, and had desired her since first laying eyes on her. He did not let her see his smile of satisfaction, as he first sank his prick into her tight virgin sweetness.
Since that afternoon, Denise was his exclusive girl. She let it be known that she would do anything to please him. Sam took it easy with the demands, allowing the young inexperienced girl to find her desires on her own.
Over the months Denise changed, from a shy little civilized girl, to a lusty and giving woman who would go to any lengths to make her man sigh with pleasure.
The hammock was designed for love making, Sam decided, luxuriating in the river breezes that blew through the ropes as the girl sucked him.
"I love to feel your lips on my prick, Denise!"
She twirled her tongue over his rod, cupping and caressing his rod in her tiny palm. She never imagined that a man would talk this way to her; that she would like it! But with Sam, anything he did was more than alright. He often referred to her as his "bitch" when they were fucking, and she didn't mind at all. With such a tender man, the word was more erotic than hostile.
It was perfectly alright. She felt his hand sliding over her body, tenderly kneading her pale breasts, pinching the fondling the corkish titty tips. She exhaled passionately as his lips covered hers.
The hammock began to rock and roll, as Sam Blaze mounted the sweet Denise.
"Give it to meeeee, Sam!"
"Oh Denise!"
The tight sweetness of her pussy never failed to please Sam, and he moved in and out of her slowly and deeply. He throbbed in her pussy, bringing his hands under her and lifting her by the balls of her buttocks.
"Sammm!"
"Ohhh Denise, lift those cakes for me!"
The girl squeezed his penis hard, contracting her pussy sweetness around his great throbber. She knew how to maximize his pleasure and took delight in doing so. She reached down and massaged his balls as her orgasmic heat mounted.
"Sam! Cum in meee!"
His prick began to twitch and throb. In a moment, he was exploding inside her, spitting hot jizz into her narrow snatch.
"Yessss!"
Sam looked down at the sweating beauty. Her pale lips were tight and raised now, showing her pearly white teeth and the little pink tongue that darted between them.
"Ohhh Sam, I'm going crazy for you!"
The girl's fingernails dug into Sam's back as her orgasmic heat reached an apex of fire. She threw herself from side to side on the hammock, straining the ropes with her passion. She gasped and sputtered as the orgasm pulsed through her sexy female carriage.
Later, they shared a smoke in each other's arms. Sam was about to suggest that they go for a dip in the river, when he heard someone approach.
He threw his shirt over the nude girl's glistening body, and turned to face his friend, Andre.
"Captain Noble approaches, Sam! He's been spotted on the river."
"Noble? What the fuck would he want here?"
"I don't know, but he should be here in an hour or so. He has to make it up the mountain, if he hasn't done so yet."
"Well, that will take more than an hour."
Andre shrugged. "I don't know how long ago he was spotted on the river, Sir.
My communications are not precise. What should we do?"
"Take a few men, and meet him. Guide him through the pass, so that he doesn't have to make it over the mountain."
"Sir, are you sure you want him knowing about the waterway? It's been our secret all these years."
"Captain Thomas Noble can be trusted completely, Andre. Do it!"
"Yes Sir."
Denise had a dreamy look on her face as she reached over her man's leg, to feel if his prick was still hard. It was not.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Sorry, Denise, I'm a bit distracted. Something must be wrong for Captain Noble to come all the way out here to see me. He must need something."
"Well, I need something too," Denise let out hotly, raising her moist form and pressing her full pale breasts against her man's body.
"Not now."
Sam Blaze got up and walked into his camp, then up the ladder that led to his headquarters. He got on the field radio at once, connecting with his primary sergeants who were stationed along the periphery of their little world.
"Attention! This is Home Base calling a Condition Red in the area. Condition Red. Keep all radio lines open and await instructions."
Sam sat back, listening to the signals and codes that meant that his men had received him. All stations promptly responded, and he relaxed. No one had penetrated their terrain yet. And no one, with the exception of the friendly Captain Noble, ever would.
CHAPTER SIX
The Mayan Ruins baked in the South American sun. General Mendez and his elite force, most of them renegade Indian banchees, approached through the thick jungle. This was their primary sanctuary. These old ruins had never been viewed by white men. They were rarely viewed by any human eyes. The Indians were made uncomfortable by the looming stone formations that were so obviously designed for religious purposes.
It was said that the spirits of the Ancient Ones guarded these ruins, and the Indians would track for hours through the jungles to avoid crossing this area.
Mendez knew his banchees didn't like being there, but what did he care?
Their fear just made him seem more powerful. He was not afraid. General Mendez feared nothing, and no one ever threatened him.
"Tico, it is time to remove the blindfold from little Angelique," Mendez said.
Angelique was tied to a log, which was being carried by four Indians. They'd carried her up the mountain, through the jungle, and into the vast clearing.
In the center of this clearing stood the pyramid and other ruins that were once the center of a great Mayan or Toltic city.
Because of its location, few archaeologists knew about this place.
Angelique, when the blindfold was removed, gasped at the beauty of the constructions around her. For a flash, she forgot her situation and thought only of these beautiful ruins, reaching up to the sky and spreading over the earth.
Angelique shared her father's interest in Indian archeology and geology, and knew enough to quickly determine that what they were standing in the middle of was a major discovery.
To her. But to General Mendez, this beautiful place was little more than a playground for his sadistic games.
"Alright, Tico, I want the men to surround and fortify this area," General Mendez said. "I am going to have some fun with the princess. The great pale princess is going to learn to respect her master now."
"May I watch this, General?"
"Perhaps," Mendez let out wickedly. "Perhaps I will let you watch me work."
The General marched the pretty slave bitch up the stone stairs of the pyramid, until they came to the alter. He had his concubines behind them, and the girls looked amused now as they realized that the pale princess was about to be tormented and humiliated beyond her wildest dreams.
Mendez turned to Amy and the blonde concubine, Lola. He smirked in the direction of Angelique.
"I want the bitch tied spread eagle on the sacrifice stone," he spit, winking.
"Are you going to slit her throat, General?" Lola asked, smiling.
"Bitch, you are to keep that mouth of yours shut. One more word and I slit your throat, you understand me you slut whore?"
The blonde concubine looked down. She knew when the General was like this, there was no sense trying to reason with him.
Angelique felt herself beginning to lose consciousness from sheer fright.
She had the distinct feeling that he was crazy enough to kill her, just to feel her death twitches while he fucked her. Yes, he was the type of animal to do something like that.
She did not know that Mendez had another plan in mind. He snapped his fingers, and Tico appeared with another man. The other man was a soldier, but he had been trained, back when the troop was a legit arm of the government, to function as a field photographer.
"You are going to photograph my princess in her anguish, Soldier. I want some photos to send to her father, Captain Noble, so show him that we do not play games here in the jungle."
"Yes, Sir!" the photographer chipped crisply, hefting his combat camera.
Angelique was bound with leather thongs, her girl body stretched taut, the arms over her head, the legs spread widely open, and bound at the ankles.
The stones were warm from the sun, and a feeling of extreme fatigue made her close her eyes.
The General snapped his fingers and Amy moved in, with more of that dreadful powder that stung the pale girl's nostrils and made her feel horribly alert to her torment.
"Make sure she takes it all!"
Amy and Lola held Angelique's head up, and Amy, with a large amount of the coca on the webbing between thumb and forefinger, held it to the captive's nose.
Lola held the girl's mouth shut, so she could only breathe through her nose.
Poor Angelique tried desperately not to inhale the powder, but there was nothing she could do. If she wanted to keep breathing, she had to take it into her nostrils.
Soon her eyes popped open and she was vividly alert. Too alert, considering what was in store for her.
The General turned to his photographer. "Now, every few moments, I want you to take a shot of her. I want you to catch her torment as well as you can."
"Yes Sir!"
The General tied a length of thong to each of the girl's wrists, so that she could be sat with her back up. Then he removed two clamps from his leather satchel.
"What are they for?" Angelique asked in horror.
Amy smiled. She already knew. Lola had an idea as well. The concubines both wanted to tell the little pale bitch what was in store for her, but they feared the General would get mad if either of them uttered a word.
"There are clamps for your nipples, my bitch!"
"What?"
The General was pleased by her widened eyes, by the mask of horror that became the pretty pampered girl's face. He moved in, forcing a clamp open and applying it to her left titty tip. Then the right.
"Ohhhh! Ouchhh! That's too tight! I can't stand it! Please take those awful clamps off of me!"
"The tit clamps are the least of your problems," General Mendez snapped. He raised his hand, and one of his men approached with an apparatus the girl could not identify. It was an enema bag, with a bone at the end of a long tube, designed to pierce her rectum.
"Alright, Lola, Amy, I need your help. I'm going to teach this bitch to please me with her buttocks, but first I want to make sure her ass is clean enough for me. You all know that I like my women clean and fresh so that I may soil them myself."
Lola held the water bag up over the pale girl's bound body, as the General and Amy undid the lashes and moved her onto her belly.
Amy lifted the bound girl's lower body, so that her buttocks was aimed up.
The photographer caught a shot of the captive pale girl, her breasts dangling from the weight of the titty clamps. The look on her face spoke of extreme agony. Nostrils were wide and flaring, eyes were stark open in terror. Sweat glistened on her face.
"Ohh. Ohh noooo!" Angelique let out in a small voice. She shivered, waves of terror passing through her girlish frame.
She almost passed out as the enema bone, which was coated with a cold unpleasant jelly, passed into the tight button of her buttocks.
"Wide, Bitch! Open that ass wide for your master!"
"Ooohhh! Please no!"
The General's thumbs moved onto her butt, parting the cakes as far and wide as possible. As he did this, the enema bone slid in a bit deeper. The first inch of the device was inside her now.
"Please! It hurts!"
He slapped her buttocks hard, then moved back and signaled for Amy to whip Angelique's butt. The General threw Amy his riding crop.
Amy was in the mood for this now. She moved in, slashing the crop across the pale girl's butt cakes as hard as possible.
"YYYeeoowowwwww!"
Amy smiled, watching the pale captive quiver and squirm. The princess didn't look very regal now! Her titties were dangling under the weight of the clamps, and her face was a mask of pain.
WHHACCCKK!
"Owweeeeeee!"
WWWHHHAAACKKK!
"Oooyeeeeswwwwww!"
WWWHHHAAACCCCCKKKK!!!!
"Please! Please! Ohhh please!"
"Don't beg, Angelique. Your father would be filled with shame if he heard his little princess implore me to spare her. Anyway, it will get you nowhere."
When the girl's butt was good and tanned, the General moved in with the enema bone again. This time, he was not content to place just the tip inside her. He rammed the entire four inch bone into the pale girl's butt hole.
"Yeeeee! That's too much!"
Angelique felt a wall of blinding pain, shooting from her clamped nipples, through to her violated rectum. The welts that were raising on her cakes were stinging her, and her butt hole felt like it was taking on something that was simply too big for the tiny opening.
The General signaled for Amy and Lola to begin the enema, and Lola began squeezing the water bag.
The pale captive felt water rushing into her buttocks, into her lower belly.
It was a strangely awful feeling, and distracted her from the pain of having her nipples in clamps. In fact, it became all she could feel, that rush of water into her body.
Angelique felt like she would explode, as the enema's water bag was emptied into her belly.
"Remove the bone, and summon the men," the General commanded his concubines.
Tico who was standing below the pyramid, saw a flurry of activity above and wondered what was going on.
"Summon your men, Tico," Lola cried. She turned to the General. "You want them all up here?"
"Si, my dear. I want all my men to enjoy this sight. This pretty little well-bred princess is going to shit all over herself. Does that not sound like a great show?"
"Oh, great!" Lola agreed.
Amy smirked. She looked at the sweating quivering girl, and felt an amused satisfaction at thinking how subjugated she was. Maybe the General would give her to Amy eventually. What a great maid the pale girl would make.
The General's men began ascending the ruin, their weapons strapped to their backs. In moments, they were all standing around the sacrifice stone; above and over it. Only a few of them were left on the periphery of the ruins to keep guard.
The General had no fear of being discovered here. No one ever came near this place. Ever! It was as safe as could be. And he had no fear of leaving a skeleton guard shift to keep lookout.
Mendez took his big prick out and rubbed it on the sweating captive's face now, as he watched her body quiver and writhe in agony as she struggled to contain her bowels.
As odd as it was, even in her present situation, Angelique's pride was a factor in how she felt. She did not want these animals to see her shitting all over her legs. She did not want them to enjoy her suffering like that.
So she held her butt cakes tightly together and tried against logic, to hold back.
Her belly rumbled, and she felt herself twisting in agony. Soon, it was going to happen no matter what she did. She almost fainted a few times, and Amy moved in with more of that awful powder.
The powder did its evil job. Angelique's eyes popped open, and she was vividly aware of everything that was happening to her as the circle of animals moved in and above her, watching every twitch of her tormented body.
The enema stormed and steamed in her gut, making her wet body twist and toss.
"Ohhhh! I can't stand it!"
"Relieve yourself, Angelique. Everyone is waiting for you to relieve yourself."
The General picked up his riding crop and laid the braided leather across the girl's pale quivering titty tops. He whipped her breasts hard now, enjoying her agony. The clamps that clung to her nipples made her breasts an easy target, and he laid the lash down hard.
CRACKK!
"Nooooo!"
CRACK!
"Oh please!"
CRACKKK!
"I beg you! General, I beg you!"
The General liked hearing that. He laid down the lash. It's about time you beg me, my captive."
The girl felt her belly quake, and she suddenly knew that it was no longer possible to control her bowels. She wondered if she could let out just a little. Just enough to relieve herself somewhat.
Angelique relaxed her butt cakes for an instant.
BLLCOOWWWIEEEEE!
Hot wet water and shit erupted from the delicate girl's golden buttocks!
The writhing slave girl felt the storm thunder between her legs, felt the spray of liquid heat all over her long smooth legs.
The men applauded and the concubines let out gleeful shouts of approval as Angelique shit all over her lower body in an explosion of enema propelled shit.
"Ohhh, I'm exploding!"
"Si," Mendez let out, clutching his prick and rubbing it over the girl's quivering lips. "You are providing quite a performance for a prim little princess, Angelique Noble. Never again will you carry yourself with your former dignity, my bitch. From now on you are one of my concubines."
"Ohhh!"
Angelique felt a sudden wave of relief, as her belly emptied out. Her agony was so severe that she didn't care at the moment, that she'd shit on her legs, that she'd performed for the amusement of Mendez and his animals. All that mattered was that her belly was no longer feeling that insane pressure.
"Bring her something cool to drink," Mendez said to Lola. "I think the little princess deserves a bit of a reward."
"The clamps!" she gasped.
"What about your clamps, Bitch?"
"Please, take them off. I can't stand it!"
"Clean the bitch off," Mendez instructed his concubines. "Get that shit off her legs."
Lola and Amy moved in with cotton clothes, which they wet with water from a canteen. They cleaned the young pale girl's legs, between her toes, under her buttocks.
"Please take them off!" Angelique begged.
"Are you begging me?"
"Yes! Please!"
"And what do you call me? How do you beg your master for his help?"
"Please Master! Please!" the pale girl squealed in agony.
General Mendez stepped back to admire her beauty. The pale captive was his now, body and soul. He had succeeded in breaking her spirit.
He reached for her left titty tip, and slowly undid the clasp. He placed it on the sacrifice stone, next to her. Then, slowly, teasing her with his slowness, he reached for her right titty tip.
"Whew!" the captive pale girl let out. Relief flooded through the left side of her chest.
The right side was about to be freed, but he was moving so damned slowly now, undoing the clamp with his big clumsy thumbs.
He removed the titty clamp. He looked at her, watching her lips relax, watching as her face glowed with relief.
"And now, Bitch, show your master how grateful you are." He held his prick to her lips.
"But everyone is watching!" Angelique said, blinking through her tears as she struggled to regain her composure.
"Well, let my men see how my slave girl serves her master. Let them see, Bitch!"
He grabbed her by her ears and held her lips to his penis, pushing towards her with his lower body.
"No!"
Angelique turned her head, feeling his prick slip across her cheek and over her ear.
The General smirked. "You have not learned your lesson."
"I can't."
"Lola, put the clamps back on her tits!"
"With pleasure, General!"
"No, please, not that!"
"Not what, Bitch?"
"Not the clamps. I can't stand it. Oh please, my Master!"
Mendez smiled. He turned to his men. "What do you say, my men, should I put the clamps on her tits?"
"Si!"
"Clamp her!"
"Clamp the Bitch!"
The General wiped sweat off the pale girl's brow. "I don't want to punish you further, but you must suck my prick in front of the men, Angelique. It is the only way they will understand that I am your master."
The girl closed her eyes and allowed his throbber to force its way between her lips. He stuffed it into her cheek, and held her with her profile up, so that everyone present could see her cheek swell to the shape of his pulsing penis.
"Now your humiliation is complete, my captive princess."
The photographer moved in close to take a picture of Angelique with her cheek stuffed with prick. He snapped off a few, then moved lower to catch a better angle.
"You must learn to serve your master completely, my Angelique. You will be able to confer with Amy and Lola, and the beautiful Christina. They will all give you secrets that will help you please me."
The girl was silent and the General tugged at her hair. He began fucking her face violently, and he nodded for the photographer to move low and take a shot of this.
"Great," Mendez said, as he sank his prick in her mouth to the hilt. "I'm going to bathe your face with cum now." He signaled for the photographer to be ready.
The General held his dick deep in her mouth, but when he began throbbing in orgasm, he pulled back.
Angelique's eyes were closed, and she felt hot droplets of jizz on her eyelids, on her lips and cheeks, on her nose and brow.
"What a lovely picture that will make. The glorious Captain Noble will love these images.
Angelique felt the hot jizz all over her face and neck, trickling between her breasts and down her belly. She was soaked with sweat now, and it mingled with the hot spurts of jizz.
The General held his dick over her face, letting the last few droplets land on her lips. He looked down at her, his eyes wide with perverse pleasure.
"I love breaking a strong-willed woman's soul. I can't help comparing it to breaking in a horse." He smiled. "A horse is a wild thing, with much pride and dignity. But the right man comes along and conquers the horse, and then the horse knows that it lives to perform for the man. To serve and please him. You are like a wild filly, Angelique, that has learned, finally, her place in life."
Angelique's eyes filled with tears. She wondered if this nightmare would ever end.
The jungle brush moved, and Sam Blaze moved swiftly, like a burst of lightening. He clasped the wire around the lookout's throat and from the rear, twisted it until the man gasped and fell to the ground.
"Alright, now spread out and converge on them," Blaze told his raiders.
"Did you have to kill him?" Captain Noble asked Blaze.
Blaze looked sad. "It was necessary, Captain. Now if you will please just stay close to me and don't make a sound."
Andre stepped into view, making the thumbs up sign.
"The other lookouts have been dealt with," Sam Blaze told Captain Noble.
"Are they dead too?"
Sam shrugged. "They are neutralized. Look, you agreed, this must be done my way. Now we have Mendez at a distinct advantage here. He would not imagine in a million years that anyone would come here to these ruins. This has been his hideaway for many years. When the government campaigns move anywhere near his jungle, he comes here to hide. It has always been safe here."
"These ruins are remarkable," Captain Noble gasped. He'd spent his life looking for such well preserved ruins, and had to admire the beauty of this frightening place.
"Well, after our little business with Mendez, you can study this place in complete safety. I will leave behind some men for you, and you can do what you must do."
"That would be great," Noble said, pleased to be distracted from the horrors that awaited him. "I just hope my little girl is alive."
"I believe she is. I think she is worth more alive than dead, and the General knows valuable property when he sees it. Now we must move in on them."
The men under Captain Noble's command were a trained killing force, capable of blanketing an area and eradicating all resisting factors in no time at all. They were rarely called upon to do this, but if they had to they could.
"Captain Noble, what is that!" Sam handed Noble the binocs and pointed towards the huge pyramid.
"A sacrificial alter, I believe. There are people on one of the landings. Do you suppose that is Mendez?"
Sam peered into the binocs again. "Yes, we have to creep up there and take him. Now. He is vulnerable up there. Also, I can see that there is a cache of weapons on the steps."
"Wonder why they'd do that?"
"No reason to carry weapons all the way up the stairs. The men probably got tired of carrying them and left them there. That is good."
Sam Blaze had his men surround the pyramid and begin creeping up the rear, which was unguarded. In no time, they'd reached the pile of M16s, and were strapping them on their own backs.
The General smirked at his new bitch, still standing over her. His prick was still hard, and he wiped it over her face, over the pretty moist cheeks, and the pale lips. He reached down and pinched her titty tips and she yelped in pain.
"Please, they are sore," she protested. "Those clamps hurt so much."
"You forgot to call me Master!" the General barked, pinching the girl's tender titty tips and taking pleasure in her gasps of agony.
"General, perhaps I should oil her," Lola said. "She has been through such pain this day."
"Yes, a good idea to oil the skin. I don't want my new concubine to have any blemishes on her."
"General," Tico shouted, "the men would like you to fuck the bitch again.
Just one more time, for their amusement."
"Baa. The men will have to realize that I am tired. But I will make her suck me, if that's enough."
A round of applause rang through the air.
The General waved his prick in the air above the girl's face, then slowly brought it down to her lips.
But something strange happened before it reached Angelique. Something that caused the General to gasp in shock and horror.
A rope, a lasso, flashed out of nowhere, and was jerked tight around the General's prick and balls. Mendez's eyes widened in shock as he looked for the source of this insult. Before he could discover it, he was jerked by his balls and prick, across the stone. He was quickly brought to his knees, and before his stunned men knew what was happening, the General was being dragged down the steps.
Suddenly bursts of machine gun fire rang out, and a few of the General's men fell to the stone steps. The others, the ones who had left their weapons below, stood with their arms high in surrender.
Sam Blaze and his men were suddenly visible, below and above them, on all sides of them.
"What the fuck?" Tico let out, drawing his blade.
Sam Threw his blade in a flashing motion, and before anyone realized what had happened, the hilt was visible protruding from Tico's chest. The man spit blood and fell over in spasms of agony.
Andre stepped over the corpse of Tico, his Uzi trained on the General's men.
Sam Blaze stepped up to the sacrificial stone. Andre tossed him the blade, after removing it from Tico's chest, and Sam used it to untie the lovely Angelique.
"You're ok now, Angelique. Your father is here!"
"My father!"
Tears welled up in the pale girl's eyes, and she began to cry wildly. "I can't believe it! My father!"
Sam took off his fatigue jacket and covered the nude girl's upper body. He cradled her in his arms and comforted her trembling form.
"Sam, what about him?" Andre asked, indicating to Mendez, who was sprawled in horror on the stone stairs, his prick and balls on the end of a rope. One of Sam's men held the other end.
Sam shrugged. "Off with it," he said.
The man holding the rope began running along the stairs, dragging the General until the weight of his body held him back.
The General's jewels were ripped clear off his body, which began sputtering blood as the life ebbed out of him.
"Help meeee!" Mendez yelped. "Please help me!"
No one moved.
Sam Blaze's man swung the prize on the end of the rope a few times, then let go. The jewels flew into the stunned arms of Amy, who took one look at what had hit her, and passed out.
"You men are my prisoners," Sam Blaze said to the General's men. "Since there is a price on your heads, I will be turning you into the authorities.
Dead or alive. One false move, and it will be dead."
The men, having lost their leader, and being without weapons, were cooperative.
Sam Blaze did not let Captain Noble climb the pyramid, because he didn't want his friend to see what had happened to his precious daughter.
Sam had Andre and a few of his men clean the girl off. They tore clothes off the General's concubines and dressed Angelique, after oiling and cleaning her wounds. The wounds were not serious, but Sam knew, this girl had suffered unspeakable horrors. It would take a while for her mind to heal.
"My dear Angelique. Your father is down below. Soon you will be in his arms.
If you wish, you can recover in my camp, where you will be pampered and treated as delicately as possible."
"Sam! Thank you so much."
"Thank your father, Angelique. He would not rest until you were found and rescued."
Angelique felt Sam's strong arms around her, cradling her. She smiled, reflecting on how wonderful a man's touch could be, if it was done with love and not tyranny.
The following expert is a chapter from a new novel coming soon from STAR titled Teacher's Dirty Secret. Don't miss it!
Dawn and Amber drove her home. They stopped at their room along the way to pick up more of their stuff. They'd decided to move in with her since she had a much bigger place. Reggie wasn't sure she wanted them to but didn't want to hurt their feelings or get Dawn mad at her by saying anything.
She was very tired though and too bleary to protest. She fell asleep in the back of the car on the way home in fact, and the two girls practically had to carry her upstairs. Amber stripped her and put her to bed, where she quickly fell asleep.
In the morning she had an awful hangover, and felt sick. The girls were gone and she shuffled back and forth between the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom for a couple of hours until she finally got up enough energy to plunk herself down in front of the TV in the living room.
Dawn came home around noon with a paper bag of takeout food. She pulled out a burger and offered it to Reggie who groaned and pushed it away.
"Whatsamatter? Got a hangover? Shit, you didn't have that much to drink."
Dawn pulled out a little plastic bag and dribbled a little bit of white powder onto the top of a little cardboard burger container.
"Here? Sniff a little of this." She said.
"Get that away from me!" Reggie cried, slapping the box back. The powder fell off onto the carpet and Dawn's t-shirt.
"You stupid slut!" Dawn screamed. She slapped Reggie hard in the face, knocking her back against the side of the couch.
"That's cocaine," she whined, holding her cheek.
"No fucking kidding! It's also expensive as shit! You're gonna fuckin' pay for that, Reggie."
"But ... but you shouldn't be taking that!" she protested.
"Oh fuck off." Dawn glared at her and picked up the phone.
"Hey, Al, I need some more stuff ... No but ... Oh fuck off, you know I'm good for it. It's only an once ... No. NO! Hey, wait, I got a girl here who can. She works at Gino's. Yeah she's good. Okay. At Joey's? Right." She hung up and turned to Reggie.
"Get some clothes on. We're goin' to get some more stuff."
"I don't want any."
"I don't give a fuck what you want. You blew off my shit so you're gonna get me some more."
"But how?"
"I don't have any more cash and Al don't take credit, so you're gonna get me some quick money."
"How can I do that?"
"With that tight little cunt of yours." Dawn sneered.
"What?"
"Just come on."
She marched Reggie into her bedroom and pulled a tank top and denim mini skirt off the floor, dressing her quickly. Then she led her downstairs to the car and drove to the south side.
"I don't have any money on me, Dawn," Reggie said anxiously.
"We'll get some money. Al's catering a party and he needs another girl. It pays two hundred for the afternoon."
"What pays? Do you mean stripping?"
"That's part of it."
They parked in an alley behind a motel, then went knocked on one of the doors. A big black man opened it. Reggie drew back in fear but Dawn held her by the arm.
"This it?" the guy asked Dawn.
"Yeah. You got my shit?" He handed her a plastic bag and she looked at it, then shoved Reggie forward.
"But ... but ... " Reggie looked at him.
"Just go in and fuck them for a while. Al will call me when you're finished."
But Reggie! That's ... that's."
"You've done it before honey. Four times last night in fact."
"But I never ... "
Al pulled her in and shut the door,, then shoved her against the wall. He slid a big hand against her throat and squeezed slightly. "You gonna give me any trouble, bitch?" he glared.
"No sir," she gulped.
"Good. Get the clothes off and go join the fun. She nervously stripped, then he hauled her into the room.
There were five men there and two other girls. They were all mostly naked.
One of the girls was sucking a guy's cock while another was on her back with her ankles on a guy's shoulders as he fucked her. Reggie stared wide eyed.
Then a guy grabbed her, jumping up from the edge of one of the two beds there and folding his arms around her. He mashed his lips down on hers and kissed her passionately, sliding his hands down to cup her ass cheeks and squeeze his fingers into the warm flesh.
He pulled her onto the bed, dropping on top of her, the quickly slid his erect cock into her slit.
* * *
Hours later Dawn returned and picked her up. Reggie was frazzled and exhausted, and refused to talk to the girl at first. When they were almost home though, she turned and glared angrily at her.
"I want you out of my apartment."
"Why?"
"Why? Why? Because you ... you make me be a prostitute just to get money for drugs!"
"You owed it to me."
"I did not! You and Amber have been charging stuff on my credit card for days!"
"So? You signed for it."
"Well, I didn't want to."
"Look, Reggie, admit it, you're a whore. You love getting your pussy played with."
"I do not!"
"Liar. You were useless before and now you're having fun."
"Some fun! Getting fucked in the ass by a bunch of greasy old Italian's!"
"It's not the first time you got fucked up the asshole. Anyway, I bet you came a bunch of times in there."
"Well I didn't!"
"Oh? Is that why you're mad? Well I can take care of that." She was just pulling into the underground garage below Reggie's building and she parked the car and turned to grab the smaller woman, dragging her forward across her lap.
Reggie kicked and yelled as Dawn easily pulled her over her thighs, shoving her face against the driver's door. She slid her left hand under Reggie's waist, then tugged up her short denim skirt with her right, exposing Reggie's puffy round ass cheeks and snug little slit.
She began rubbing her hand over the slit, fingering her clitty as she did.
She stuffed her thumb down Reggie's cunt tube as her other fingers rubbed and squeezed her clitty. Reggie's cursing had dropped to apprehensive whining and whimpers as she struggled futilely to pull away from the blonde.
Dawn twisted her thumb around inside Reggie's cunt tunnel as she firmly and briskly massaged her slit and clitty with her fingers. Reggie's body shuddered against her and Dawn smiled knowingly. Soon the older woman was grinding her hips against Dawn and panting excitedly.
Then she stopped and pushed Reggie back into the passenger seat. The brunette slumped against the door, her head falling back against the seat as she moaned piteously. She reached for her own crotch and began stroking it as Dawn got out of the car.
Then the blonde girl opened Reggie's door and pulled her out, slapping her hands away from her crotch and pulling her skirt back down. She led the dispirited woman through the garage and into the elevator, firmly holding her by the arm.
Reggie made no protest as she was led back to her own apartment, then into it. Amber was on the couch, watching TV with a guy Reggie didn't know.
"Have fun?" she grinned at Reggie. Reggie gave her a look of reproach as Dawn led her past and into the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom she stripped the teacher's clothes off and pushed her back on the bed. Reggie eagerly lay back, waiting eagerly, but instead of going to her, Dawn went to the closet and pulled out several scarves.
"What're they for?" Reggie queried.
"Shut up and lie back."
Dawn straddled the naked woman's chest, then pulled her arms up above her head and spread them wide. She tied scarves to both her wrists, then tied them to the corner bedposts. Reggie didn't protest, though she watched worriedly.
Dawn got off her and then tied another pair of scarves around her ankles, binding them to the lower corners of the bed. She pulled the vibrator out of the bed table and clicked it on, her eyes gleaming. Reggie licked her lips with anticipation.
Dawn rolled the buzzing plastic across Reggie's breasts, hardening both nipples and making the round orbs swell upward. Then she slid the tool down between Reggie's legs and started rubbing it lightly up and down her bald slit. Reggie groaned and pushed her cunt upwards.
Within seconds she was humping up desperately, and when Dawn pushed the tip of the vibrator directly against the clit and pressed hard Reggie came with a thunderstruck scream of excitement, grunting furiously as Dawn twisted the vibrator against her clitty.
The screams brought Amber and the man from the living room in to see what was going on. Amber laughed but the guy's pants started to bulge outward quickly.
"Wanna fuck her?" Dawn queried.
"Sure!"
"Be my guest."
He quickly jumped into the bed, unzipping his pants and bringing out his rapidly hardening prick. He pushed it into Reggie's oily slit and drove it deep, humping energetically as the other two girls watched. Reggie moaned and gasped and groaned, but showed no sign that she disapproved of the solid fucking she was getting.
Dawn and Amber left the room, and after dropping his load down her hole, the guy did too, leaving Reggie still nakedly spread-eagled on her bed. Hours later Amber came in to change her clothes. She took pity on the schoolteacher.
She sat on the edge of the bed and clicked on the vibrator, rubbing it against Reggie's cunt, then pushing it inside. She fished in the bedside table for the big dildo and brought that out, then teasingly fucked Reggie with it as she played the vibrator across her clitty.
She drove the hapless girl to two massive orgasms, then finished dressing and left. Before she went out she removed the dildo from Reggie's cunt and forced it into her anus, then plugged the vibrator into its AC adaptor and plugged it into the wall. Then she shoved it so deep in Reggie's pussy that it disappeared, leaving only the trailing wire protruding from between her tightly closed slit.
From time to time Reggie's screaming climaxes intruded on the TV the others were watching, but then the TV was turned off in favour of the blasting stereo as the girls started a party. By then Reggie was so exhausted though that her moans were seldom heard on the other side of the bedroom door.
The party intruded on Reggie when one of the men was looking for a bathroom and found the naked, moaning brunette instead. It took her long seconds to notice the bug eyed man standing by the bed staring at her, and when she did, and managed to speak, the only words audible were "fuck me". He quickly obliged.
Over the next several hours a steady stream of men visited the bedroom to make use of Reggie's cunt and mouth, sometimes simultaneously. Some had also made use of her back passage as well, for when Dawn went in later on she found Reggie still bound spread-eagled, but now on her belly, and the vibrator was shoved into her asshole.
"Oh crap! I forgot about her," she sighed, as Amber came in after her.
"Well, she looks like she had a good time." Amber giggled.
"Yeah, and without anyone paying for it either. And look at the mess this room is in." She moved over to the bed and grabbed the barely conscious woman by the hair, jerking her head back.
"You dumb bitch!" she snapped. "You're gonna clean this room up you know."
"Look at all the cum on her. Yech." Amber sniffed.
"Not to mention the bed. Look, you take her out and clean her and I'll change the bed."
"Turn over the mattress while you're at it.
They untied Reggie and Amber brought her out to the bathroom, and pushed her into the tub, then sprayed the shower on her. Reggie woke up a little, looking around with a dazed expression.
"You smell," Amber said, wrinkling her nose.
"Uhmmmm."
Amber started rubbing a soapy sponge over Reggie's hair, then down over her chest.
"Umbdipedonmees."
"What?" Reggie shook her head slightly and looked up at Amber with a confused look.
"A guy, peed on me." she said mournfully.
"Yech. On the bed? It'll smell for ages."
"In, I mean ... no, I mean ... "
"Well?"
"He ... he fucked me in the asshole and after he ... he came, then he ... peed in my asshole."
"Oh well, that's all right then. At least most of it will have stayed in there while you were on your belly. You should give yourself an enema though."
"A what?" Amber giggled, then looked around for something to use.
* * *
She brought Reggie back into the bedroom, well scrubbed but tired, then set her back on the fresh sheets. Reggie's hands went up above her head and she arched her back, letting her legs spread slightly. She looked up at Amber and smiled weakly.
"Tie me up." she begged.
"Huh?"
"Tie me up."
"Why?"
"What does she want?" Dawn asked, coming into the room.
"She wants to be tied up again."
"You'll take up too much space on the bed," the other girl glared. "We need another bed, you know. We'll have to get one tomorrow."
"Her credit limit is about up."
"We'll pay cash. She's gonna work regularly at the club and I know a lot of guys who'll pay to get what the guys tonight got for free."
"So what do we do with her now?"
"Well, here," she rolled Reggie onto her belly, then pulled her wrists back behind her back, then tied one of the scarves around them, binding them in place."
"There, that should keep her happy."
It seemed so, as Reggie fell into an exhausted sleep.
The next morning she made no request to be untied, and eagerly sucked off both Amber and Dawn before breakfast.
After breakfast she went back to bed and Dawn tied her wrists to the posts again. She left her feet free so guys could fuck her in the ass if they wanted to. Men came to tuck her every twenty minutes or so, and several did fuck her in the ass. She no longer minded though.
In the late afternoon Amber and Dawn drove her to the club where she put on a show, then fucked several more men in the back room. After her second show though, she was led out front to do table dances, and the first table she went to was populated by Mister Jones and several other teachers from the school.
She didn't even recognize them at first, then was stunned into silence as they glared disgustedly at her. She hung her head in embarrassment as they all got up and left.
"I needn't tell you to never darken the halls of our school again." Mister Jones scowled, as he threw down a twenty dollar bill on the table and stalked out.
"Well, that takes care of that." Dawn grinned, coming up beside her.
"Huh?"
"I told him you were here. I wanted them to stop calling you."
"I didn't know they called me?"
"Well, you were busy. Anyway, they're in the past, your cunt is your future.
Let's go. There's another guy wants to see you table dance."
She went over and danced for another guy, soon forgetting about the embarrassment of Jones and the others seeing her here. After that Dawn led her into the back room again and put her on the cot. This time she tied a blindfold over her eyes.
"Daaaawwwwn!" Reggie complained.
"Shut up." Dawn slapped her ass and Reggie yelped and quieted.
There was a hook up on a heavy wooden beam across the center of the roof.
Dawn placed her under it and then tied her wrists together. Reggie smiled happily, if a little dazedly. Then the blonde pulled her hands high above her head, tying the rope around the hook. Though a lot taller than the little brunette she had to stand on her toes to get the rope as tight as she wanted.
Reggie was left almost on her toes.
"What's going on?" she asked, rubbing her thighs together.
"A special request. Don't worry, you'll like him, and the room is soundproof because of the machinery in back."
Then Reggie heard the door open and close. She held still, her arms and wrists beginning to ache a little. She wished she were not blindfolded, knowing she must present an incredibly erotic profile.
Then the door opened and closed.
"Hello?" she called. Nobody answered. She strained her ears and senses to try and tell who or how many had come in, or at least where they were. Then she heard a low hiss that she instantly recognized.
"Slut!" he said.
There was a swishing sound and then a loud CRACK, as something struck her buttocks. A split second following the impact a blast of hot pain ripped into her. She screamed and jerked forward, her ass blazing with pain. The swishing sound came again and then another impact sound, as her ass was struck a second time.
Again she screamed in pain, begging piteously for him to stop, but he didn't. Again the belt, for that was what she knew it to be, landed on her ass, then again, then again, until she lost track. It shifted higher, slashing across her shoulders several times, then her lower back.
Each blow shook her body with its force and the blast of pain that accompanied it. After she knew not how many blows there was a halt. She hung limply, her back a mass of fiery pain from the backs of her knees to her neck. She sensed rather than heard him move in front of her.
Deep, gut wrenching sobs choked her throat, preventing her from saying anything.
"Whore. WHORE! Only the Lord knows what kind of damage you have done to my school!" A hand gripped her hair, jerking her head back hard and making her scream in pain.
"Have you fornicated with any of the students at school?" He hissed.
"Noooooo!" she wept.
"And the teachers? Which of them have you fornicated with?"
"None." she gulped.
"Lying trollop!"
"But ... but ... I ... I di ... AAAHHHHHHRRGGGHHHhhhhhhh!" she screamed as the belt whipped down across her right breast. Never had she felt such pain.
Again the belt lashed down, this time on her left breast, then again on her right, then on her left. She shrieked and howled and screamed in agony as he whipped the round mammaries to a dark red numbed agony.
Then he was behind her, and at first she feared he would resume whipping her ass, but instead his hands pulled her legs apart and she felt something at her anus. Then it pushed up into her, and she realized it was a cock.
He forced his fuck tool higher, grunting and straining until the entire shaft was buried in her tight rectum. Only then, with his balls pressed against her ass cheeks, did he let out a sigh of pleasure and bring his hands around to squeeze her breasts.
Reggie whimpered and wept as his hands clawed at her titties. Then he started to hump his cock up and down her ass tunnel. Despite the pain, which though no longer all encompassing was still present as a dark hazy burning sensation, Reggie's newly sensitized body began to respond to him.
Soon she was bucking her ass back against his rutting fuck pole, sighing in pleasure as his hands twisted her aching nipples and pinched her red, beaten tit meat. She felt his cock reaming out her anal hole and moaned in pleasure, arching her back to push her ass out and back, spreading her legs as much as she could.
"Whore! Slut!" He growled, jerking her hair back hard and sliding a hand down between her legs to rub furiously at her cunt slit. She yelped and groaned in pleasure, her body ripping into a thunderous orgasmic explosion.
Jones continued to pound his cock up into the trembling, shaking girl's asshole until his prick exploded in burning white semen. He groaned in pleasure as he felt it shooting up into her anal hole.
Slowly he pulled away from her, then she heard the door open and close.
Seconds later it opened and closed again.
"Boy, he sure gave it to you, still there's no broken skin," Dawn said. "I figured it was worth it. He said he'd not only pay for it but let you have your last pay check too. That's hundreds of dollars."
She took the blindfold off Reggie's eyes and smiled down at the befuddled woman. "Suck my tittieeeees?" Reggie whined. Dawn laughed and shook her head in amusement. "God, you're a slut." she grinned. She cupped Reggie's tits and then bent forward to suck on one nipple. Reggie groaned and threw her head back, a contented smile on her face.
* * *
Reggie abandoned her teaching career, giving herself over totally to sexual delights. She reveled in bondage, and adored being spanked, though she never learned to appreciate the whipping Jones gave her every few weeks.
She had never been happier. She stayed with Dawn and Amber, almost always tied up in one way or another. Dawn purchased handcuffs and leather bondage gear and solved the problem of only one bed by making Reggie sleep on the floor beside it, her neck chained to the foot of the bed and her wrists locked behind her.
She only did one show at the club now, and that was to entice new customers.
Dawn didn't work at all, spending her time finding new customers who were willing to pay for Reggie's services. Since she didn't have to make any decisions any more, Reggie felt free and contented.
She loved the way her body excited men, and whenever Dawn let her go out with her somewhere, she wore the most revealing clothing she could find, almost taunting men she passed with her sensuous body.
Dawn and Amber made enough money to buy themselves an adult video store, and retire from stripping altogether. As an added feature at their store, Reggie remained in a side room, chained naked to a bed, ready for any customers who got too excited by the movies in the front.
