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Subject: {ASSM} John Argus "Captive of the Revolution" part 2 (repost)
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The following is part two of a repost of  "Captive of the Revolution"
by John Argus'
SIX

	Martinez threw a pail of water on Jamie's unconscious body, waking
her with a sputtering groan. "Eet is not yet time for sleep, my
lovely. I have only just begun my interrogation," he sneered.
	Jamie looked back dully through swollen eyes, pain throbbing through
her body from the numerous burns and blows she had received.
	Major Fox still half stood, half sat on the edge of a table just
behind the girl, her skirt was open and her hand down inside it,
rubbing her pussy. Her eyes were wide and staring as she watched the
brutality lavished on the helpless girl.
	Martinez walked around behind Jamie, his hand reaching out and gently
caressing her rounded buttocks.
	"You have such a beautiful body, my dear," he sighed. "It will be
such a shame if it must be torn and scarred.
	He squeezed her buttocks hard, his fingers digging into the flesh.
	He moved around in front of her again, pushing her chin up with his
hand. "A body such as yours was made to give men pleasure, my little
one. Tell me what I want to know and we will see to it that you fulfil
that function with happiness."
	I'll ship you to my cousin who owns a whorehouse, he thought.
	"I... I... I don't... don't know anything," she groaned.
	He sighed with regret and brought his fist into her belly, making her
gasp with pain. "Perhaps you can remember if I help," he said.
	His hand slid down to her pubic mound and cupped it gently. A single
finger slid between her pussy lips, wriggling up inside her.
	He pumped it slowly in and out, smiling greasily. "This is what you
like, is it not?" He pulled his finger free and moved away, picking up
something from a shelf. He came back and held it up to her. It was a
foot long, and as thick as a very thick cock. Made all of steel, one
end was rounded and the other had a small dial.
	"This will help you remember, my little sweet one," he taunted. He
twisted the dial slightly and a low buzzing came from the machine. He
slid it down between Jamie's legs and touched it to her pussy.
Prepared for pain, Jamie was surprised to feel only a mild tingling
between her legs.
	She held her breath, waiting for more, for a surge of pain, but
still, there was only the tingle, not at all unpleasant. In fact, it
felt rather... nice. Martinez rubbed the metal tool back and forth
along her pussy slit as Jamie hung there, confused and hurting.
	Then he pushed the rounded knob into her, just a little. She felt the
thing's buzzing even more. It was very pleasant, and she couldn't
help, even in her disoriented condition, wondering why he was doing
something to her that didn't hurt.
	Martinez pushed the thing deeper inside her, easing it up inside her
belly, moving the buzz up into her abdomen. She sighed, blinking her
eyes in mild relief as the pleasure mingled and diluted the pain
coming from elsewhere on her body.
	Then he grinned an flicked the switch. Suddenly the mild tingle up in
her belly turned into a ferocious crackling pain. She shrieked at the
top of her lungs, her guts writhing and churning as electricity ripped
through them.
	It was all Martinez could do to keep the thing inside her. Her body
thrashed frantically, her legs kicking and spasming wildly. One of
them knocked him away, unable to touch her body without getting
shocked, he fell backwards.
	The cattle prod slowly slid down the length of the flailing, jerking,
howling girl's pussy tunnel, and fell buzzing onto the floor beneath
her. Jamie continued to jerk and shake, her mouth grunting furiously
in agonized pain. Slowly she settled down, finally hanging there,
barely conscious, her body still twitching slightly.
	Martinez picked up the implement and twisted the knob downwards,
grinning at the girl. "You see," he said, "I can give you pleasure or
pain. Help me to give you pleasure. Tell me what I want to know."
	He touched the thing to her pussy again, this time on low setting.
	Jamie appeared not to notice. In a stupor, her mind was a ragged,
twisted muscle of confusion and misery. He rubbed the device along her
pussy, turning it up a notch. The buzzing became much more noticeable,
sending more tingling into her body again.
	Jamie groaned and her head pulled up and then fell back behind her.
Martinez continued to rub the electric device up and down her slit,
pushing it inside a few inches, then pulling it back out,
concentrating it around her clitty.
	The tingling in her pussy became more pronounced. Her legs began to
twitch, to spasm slightly from reaction. Martinez noted the moistness
of her cunt opening, and smiled to himself. He bent forward, sucking
her abused right nipple into his mouth, and tonguing the ring.
	His left hand descended to her pussy, pulling her pubic lips apart
with his fingers. He slid the tube directly over her clit, sending the
soft, humming tingle of desire shooting through her. She groaned
again, a strange sound, combining pleasure and denial.
	He felt her nipple stiffen in his mouth, and pulled his lips away,
moving onto her right breast. His saliva eased the pain from the
burned nubbin, and enticed it into hardness as well. Jamie was
murmuring softly, desperately.
	Bitch! Whore! Slut! Fox spread her legs wide and jammed her fingers
deep into her pussy as she watched Martinez jerking the little blonde
off with his electric dildo. Bet you just love that! Don't you, you
cunt slut! Fucking little cocksucker!
	She wished it was her there, so she could slam the thing up into the
blonde's asshole! The fingers of her left hand closed into an angry
fist as she pumped her pussy with her right. Cock loving little piece
of fuck meat! she thought, intensely excited by the spectacle.
	Jamie was groaning in something other than pain. Her hips were
humping out against the electrified instrument as Martinez skilfully
raised her excitement higher and higher.
	"Fuck me! F... fuck me!" she whimpered.
	"I did not hear you, leetle one."
	"F... fuck m... me!" she whined.
	"You want this inside you? Or maybe you want Martinez's big hard cock
up your pussy hole?"
	"NNnghghaaaaaaa!" she groaned, throwing her head back. She nodded her
head frantically, her teeth clenched tightly.
	"All you have to do is tell me about the General's plan."
	She closed her eyes, humping her loins toward the tube. Martinez
jammed it hard against her clitty, making her cry out. "OH! OH! YES!
OOOOoooo!...." He jerked it away swiftly, leaving her barren. She
moaned in distress, rubbing her thighs together.
	"Tell me about the plan and you will have a good hard rutting,"
Martinez promised.
	"Oohhh... Noooo... I... I don't... know anythiiiing!" she groaned.
	"Then no rutting for you."
	"P... Please," she begged, feeling a deep void in the centre of her
lower belly. Martinez slapped her left breast hard, making it bounce
to the side. She yelped in pain, her arousal dampening.
	"You don't get notink for notink," Martinez said, regretfully.
	He held the machine to the girl's pussy again, rubbing it up and down
her pubic lips. She sighed and her head dropped backwards again. He
rubbed it up and down, re-igniting the fire in her belly. She pulled
her legs wide, trying to move them up around him, but he knocked them
aside.
	She pulled them apart again, opening herself up to him, her cunt
rippling with an intense erotic craving, a desperate yearning desire
for cock, for penetration, for hard driving hardness.
	"Tell me about the plan," Martinez said, cooly.
	"Ohhhhhh. Harder... Rub me haaaarrrderrrrrrr!"
	"Tell me abut the plan," he demanded.
	"Don't... don't knowwwww." 
	He glared angrily.
	"Fuck me... fuck... fuck me!" she gasped.
	"You want a fucking, Beetch? I'll give you a fuckeeng!" He turned off
the machine and tossed it on  the shelf, then moved around behind her.
Jamie moaned in denial as the wonderful buzzing hum stopped. Her chin
dropped onto her chest.
	Then Martinez pulled his hard cock out of his pants. He'd been hard
since he saw this dirty little Yanqee slut, and intended to gain
relief for himself, if not her. He pushed the fat cockhead against the
girl's anus, and shoved forward, hard.
	Jamie yelped, feeling her anus suddenly speared by a big hard object.
She shook in her bonds, her mouth opening and closing as her flustered
mind sought to come to grips with this new sensation. His cock moved
higher and higher, setting her anus afire with pain.

	Nina's eyes were dark with hate as she glared at Steve. Her mouth was
covered with electrical tape, keeping her outraged curses down to a
low murmur. Steve looked back just as coldly, but Charlie's eyes were
alight with interest as they slid up and down her nubile body.
	"You're going to tell me where the American Lieutenant is being
kept," Steve said. She shook her head, sending another furious
muttering series of curses through the tape. Steve's eyes narrowed. He
swept the room with his gaze, fastening on to a nearly full bottle of
tequila next to the bed.
	"Get me that bottle," he said. Charlie regretfully tore his eyes off
the naked girl and fetched it for him. "We'll see just how talkative
you can get, Princess!" Steve said. He gripped the girl's hair and
pulled her off the table, throwing her into the back of a chair and
bending her far over it.
	He took the long necked bottle and jammed it against her rectum. She
squealed with outrage, kicking against the chair, but was helpless
against his superior size and strength. He pushed the thin neck of the
bottle firmly down into her hole and upended the bottle.
	Inside, the alcohol bubbled it spilled down the tube into her body.
Nina howled against the tape as her anus burned with fire. The tequila
gurgled downward into her bowels, the level of tequila in the bottle
slowly, slowly getting lower.
	Nina felt her guts bloating up. She could feel the hot, burning
liquid seeping into her pores, making her entire body glow with
warmth. Her belly cramped, and her head spun, as the alcohol was
quickly absorbed into her blood.
	"Check the bathroom for a plug," Steve said. Charlie hurried into the
dirty little room and returned with the small round piece of rubber.
"Perfect," Steve smiled. The last of the liquid bubbled down the neck
of the bottle and into Nina's ass and he pulled the thing free.
	Tequila started to pour out of the girl's upended hole, but he
quickly jammed the plug against it, forcing it into her. He picked up
the electric tape and tore off a long strip, slapping it into the
crevice between her cheeks and pulling it tight between her legs, over
her anus and pussy, and up her abdomen and belly.
	A second strip joined it, then a third and fourth. Nina's anal
opening was locked as tight as a drum. Steve pulled her upright and
whirled her around. He looked into her eyes, which were already
dilating.
	"We'll just give you a few minutes to get comfy." he smiled. 
	He put his hands around her waist and lifted her up, thumping her
bottom down on the edge of the table. She moaned and wriggled her
cheeks on the hard wood, her eyes darting from side to side.
	Nina's mind was in turmoil. The alcohol was making the room spin,
even through the dark haze it produced. She couldn't concentrate,
couldn't think straight. Her belly felt hot and fluttery, and she had
a terrible cramp in her guts.
	The cramp got worse and worse, sending pain shooting through her
body. She moaned, trying to stand up, wanting to go to the bathroom.
Steve held he still, then tore the tape from her mouth, replacing it
with his hand before she could make any noise.
	"All you have to do is tell us where the Lieutenant is," he said, in
a reasonable tone. "Tell us where she is being held and we'll let you
go to the bathroom."
She mumbled incomprehensibly as he pulled his fingers away.
	"Tell us where the American woman is, you little commie slut!" he
snarled, shaking her.
	She looked at him uncomprehending, the level of alcohol in her
bloodstream rising fast. He cursed and pulled out the big forty-four.
Even through her muddled haze, she recognized it and pulled back in
fear.
	"You tell me where the American girl is or I'll shoot your fucking
tits off!" he hissed.
	"I... I... Se... Senor!" she whined. "I... they will... will hurt
me!"
	"I don't give a fuck what they'll do. I'll fucking kill you if you
don't tell me!" he barked.
	He ripped the electric tape downward from her belly, tearing out a
huge chunk of pubic hair. She screamed in pain, and Charlie hurriedly
covered her mouth.
	Her pussy was exposed and Steve took the long barrel of the gun and
pushed it into her all the way to the trigger guard. She looked down
at it in terror. "Tell me where she is, you slut, or this'll be the
last thing you feel up that little cunt of yours.
	"Ho... hokay! Hokay! Doan... doan hurt me p... please!"
	"Where?" he fucked the barrel in and out of her surprisingly tight
little hole, feeling the tightness of her body sucking on the cold
steel. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back and Steve
cursed, thinking she might be losing consciousness from the alcohol.
	"Ooooooh... my belly... my belly hurt me!" she whined.
	"Tell me where the American is!" He jammed the barrel up her pussy
again.
	"She... she at the camp."
	"Where's the fuckin' camp?"
	"On... on south face of Rojas mountain, at the old mining camp," she
gasped, twisting and writhing on the table.
	"Se... senor! Senor!" she panted, looking up at him. "Put... put your
organ in me! Put your c... cock in me." He looked down in surprise.
	"The pain!" she moaned. "The pain is so gooooooodddd. Ohhhhh. Put
your cock in me! Pleeeeaaaaaseee!" she begged.
	"I don't believe this." Steve shook his head.
	"Wow." Charlie grinned. "You gonna plug her?" he looked at the girl,
shivering on the table, looking at him imploringly.
	"No way."
	"P... Pleeeeeeeaaaase!" she moaned.
	"I'll do it then!" Charlie said eagerly, pushing him out of the way. 
	"We don't have time for this."
	"It won't take long."
	He looked at her pussy for a minute. "Course, bein' a whore, she
might have somethin'."
	"Leave her and let's go."
	"I know. Alcohol is a disinfectant, ain't it?" he grinned, gleefully.
	He turned her around onto her belly, bending her forward over the
table. She moaned at the added pressure on her liquid filled gut. He
tore the tape up then, ripping it off her, and removing most of her
pubic hair. She yowled in pain, just as he fished around inside her
anus for the plug and yanked it out.
	Liquid started to seep out of her anus, but not for long. Charlie
replaced the rubber plug with one made of flesh, jamming his cock deep
into her rectum with a single furious thrust.
	Liquid spurted out from around his cock as his cockhead and shaft
were engulfed in it's burning heat. He pulled his cock backwards, and
then thrust forward again, making Nina scream with pleasure as the
tequila sloshed back and forth inside her.
	He fucked her furiously, oblivious to the warm liquid that spurted
out around his dick every time he drove into her, aware only of the
tightness of her slippery anal tunnel, and the intense arousal he was
experiencing.
	Tequila gushed out of her hole as he fucked harder. His hands pulled
her thighs further apart and opened up her rectum even more. He
plunged back and forth inside her, the dark liquid churning inside her
and spewing out of her anus around his sliding, pistoning cock.
	She moaned, grunting insensibly as her body burned with arousal. She
banged her forehead on the table, jamming her bottom back to meet
Charlie's spearing thrusts. Her entire belly exploded repeatedly as
she came in a gut wrenching series of orgasm.
	Even more pressure was placed on the tequila as her muscles spasmed
and pushed it downward towards Charlie's stabbing cock. He felt like
he was fucking her underwater as his cock ached with desire, then
erupted in a shooting flood of cum that joined the tequila in her
bowels and made a silvery, slimy stew.
	Steve watched it without excitement, his eyes seeing Charlie's cock
stab deep into the girl's backside, only made him wonder if Jamie was
all right, or if she was also being so rudely sodomised.

	Martinez clutched her belly, hugging her tight against him as his
balls pressed up between her silky buttocks. His cock was buried up
inside the quivering blonde girl's anus, throbbing and pulsing inside
her as she moaned in despair.
	He drew it down and out, the long, hard length of it emerging from
the grip of her tight little hole and into the light of the dirty
little cabin. Then he pushed forward, forcing it back up inside her.
"You wanted to... to get... fucked," he panted. "You's gonna git
fucked!"
	He gripped her thighs, pulling them wide and back, spreading her
buttocks apart as he began to pump in and out of her with a steady
stroke. Major Fox looked on in glee, then stood up and slowly walked
around in front of her former aide.
	Jamie didn't notice her at first, which annoyed her. She gripped
Jamie's hair and pulled her head back until the dazed girl was looking
her in the face. "Hello, my dear," she said. "Are you enjoying
yourself? I'm sure a dirty little cock loving slut like you must love
getting a hard cock up her asshole."
	Jamie blinked her eyes and looked away. The Major pulled her hair
angrily, forcing her attention back on her. "Don't you recognize me,
little darling? Or have you forgotten already?"
	"M... ma... maj-or?" she gasped.
	"That's right, little slut."
	"H... how... how..."
	"Because I told them where you'd be darling. I could see how much you
liked men's cocks and I knew you'd find plenty of them here. I hope
you're grateful."
	She stroked Jamie's aching right breast as the girl stared up at her.
	Martinez was fucking her with harder and harder strokes. Having
loosened up her anus, he was using the full length of his cock to
pound up and down the girl's tight little tube. He loved fucking girls
in the asshole, especially snotty ones like this Yanquee.
	He twisted his hips from side to side, jabbing the cock against her
from different angles, rutting into her with a furious anger and
desire. His cock slid in and out of her tight little hole, appearing
and disappearing, then reappearing, as if by magic.
	The hot, smelly skin of his crotch pressed tightly against Jamie's
smooth white buttocks, rubbing from side to side and mashing the
flesh. His hands roughly roamed her body, fondling her with debased
excitement.
	Jamie felt herself impaled on the man's hard purple  cock. It
embedded itself high in her lower belly, setting off steaming sensual
energy in her nearby barren pussy hole. Her head nodded dazedly as her
sex clenched and unclenched and her anus suffered the hard, brutal
invasion of Martinez's prong.
	His fingers, like steel claws, were tightly clenched around her
thighs, up high, pulling them apart, as he began a steady stroking
motion against her. His long tool slid in and out of her, rasping back
and forth against her rubbery anal walls.
	Despite her pain, Jamie's burning pussy began to absorb the sexual
energy coming from her anus. Though not intended to, the ruthless
sodomy was reigniting the fiery passion that Martinez had raised with
his electric prod. Jamie trembled and shook, but more and more it was
with pleasure, rather than pain.
	Martinez did not notice, and even had he, he would have done nothing.
He was enjoying her tight rectum too much to stop and remember that he
was supposed to be punishing her. Fox noticed, though, with
considerable disgust and anger. She stepped back to watch the blonde
girl's eyes as they glazed over with bliss.
	"Fuuuuck," Fox said with disgust. "You dirty little cock hole! This
really is what you were made for. Isn't it? This is all you're good
for you slutty little cunt-pad!"
	She got even angrier as Jamie's excitement mounted and became more
obvious. She shook her head in revulsion as the blonde revelled in the
hard anal raping she was receiving.
	"How could I ever have thought of you as strong enough to be with
me?" she sneered.
	She grabbed Jamie's right breast and squeezed hard, twisting it
around to bring pain to the blonde. Yet the pain only added, piggy
bagged onto the overload of sensations sweeping through Jamie's
delirious brain.
	Jamie was grunting like a pig, her anus well ridden by Martinez's fat
cock. Martinez could hardly fail to note now that the girl he was
supposedly ass raping, seemed to be enjoying her punishment. But he
didn't care now. In fact, he took a perverse pride in it, in making
the snotty Yanquee girl cum even as he ripped up her anus.
	He funked harder, his cock a blurring piston as it drove in and out
of the girl's ruptured anal opening. His hips slapped against her
buttocks, setting the malleable flesh of her breasts bouncing and
jiggling wildly. He only wished he had more hands so he could squeeze
her titties as well.
	Major Fox was taking care of that for him. Though not as he would.
She slapped at Jamie's tits with her open hands, hitting each of them
cruelly, throwing them up and down and from side to side. She pulled
the belt off her skirt and doubled it up, using it to whip the two
swollen sacks of sensitive mammary meat.
	Her belt flew against them again and again, cracking down with
agonizing force, leaving bruises and welts in their wake. Dark red
lines of pain appeared on the milky white globes, as Jamie howled and
screamed. Whether she was screaming in agony or pleasure, Fox couldn't
tell, which made her even angrier.
	She stopped for a moment, tired and sweating, her eyes glaring
daggers at the shaking, shuddering blonde girl. Jamie's mouth gaped,
her tongue hanging out. Her eyes were closed tightly and she trembled
all over.
Yet the sounds coming from her were not those of one in pain.
	"Yessssss... yessssss... ooooooo... oooooohhhhh... ooohhhhhhh... "
she wept.  "Fuck... fuck..."
	"You good for nothing whore!" Fox hissed.
	"Nnngghghg... Nnnnggghhh... more... mooooreee...." 
	"I'll give you more, you cunt!" 
	Fox's teeth gnashed. She looked around for something else to use on
the spasming blonde, and her eyes fixed on the electric torture tool
sitting on the shelf.
	Jamie's body was a flaring nova of sexual energy. It was as if her
entire body had become one large, raw sexual organ that was now
pulsing and throbbing and exploding with ecstasy. A massive orgasm
blasted through her system, numbing her to all else as it shook her
slim frame. Long seconds passed where she could do nothing, think of
nothing, where here body shivered and rocked to the pounding pleasure
of the orgasm.
	So high was it, that even when she passed the precipice and started
back down to earth, her body shivered and rolled in wondrous pleasure.
	Martinez felt his cock squeezed by the grip of a hard sucking vortex.
It sucked his cock up into Jamie's belly, threatening to tear it
physically from his crotch as the girl's body rocked and sizzled
through an orgasmic inferno.
	It was too much for his control. His cock exploded, blasting
scorching hot, white wads of semen high and deep into the girl's
clutching guts. Pulse after pulse raced through his cock as he emptied
his seed into her body. His own orgasm reached it's apex.
	At that moment, an enraged Fox jammed the fat metal tube as deep into
Jamie's body as it would go, shoving the end right up inside her, past
her pussy lips. Her fingers could barely reach the dial as she twisted
it as far over as it would go. She yelped with pain as the mere
contact with the girl's flesh sent electricity crackling against her
fingers.
	She jumped back to watch as Martinez shrieked, his cock engulfed in
the sudden powerful flash of electric juice and sending him flying
back across the room, clutching his scorched cockknob.
	Jamie let out an eerie howl of madness. Her own orgasm had barely
subsided, yet still, she had been quickly climbing towards another
glorious peak when the surge of power hit her belly. Her mind was
shattered, split asunder into a million pieces.
	It was as if a stick of dynamite had exploded in her belly. Her parts
fragmented and burst asunder, each twisting and shaking and writhing
in mindless abandon. Her body thrashed furiously, like a fish just out
of water. Her legs flopped and kicked, shooting high into the air in
all directions.
	Her body twisted and quivered in a paroxysm of crackling contortions.
Her body was being consumed from within, burned from a white hot
volcano in her belly that sent hot lava gushing forth in all
directions. Jamie's mind was blasted repeatedly by hurricane force
gales of unstoppable, unsurviveable sensations.
	The force of the mutated orgasm that had enveloped her was such that
her body's own stores of energy were rapidly dwindling. Her nerve
endings danced and shook and quivered, finally seared to numbness by
the fury of the sensory storm.
	Wild, delirious visions passed before Jamie's unseeing eyes, madness
racing towards her as the orgasm kept on and on and on, it's fire
searing her body in it's bath of unstoppable climaxes. One after
another, the climaxes slashed across her body, like a whip tearing
hunks of flesh from her, they hit her with bone jarring force.
	Her pussy sucked and rippled and burned as if someone had stuffed a
lit torch up inside. Her body was rocked by astounding rapture. Her
spine crackled like a high tension line, rippling electricity shooting
up and down the ultra sensitive structure.
	What finally ended it was her inability to control her most basic
bodily functions. For in the vortex of howling sensations, she simply
could not even remember, nor could her convulsing body, to breath. The
lack of oxygen gradually brought her sense to a blissful peace.


SEVEN

	They left Nina tied up in the closet, a barely conscious smile of
satisfaction on her lips. Steve was in a hurry to reach the mountain
camp she had told them about and didn't want to stop to hide her any
more securely. Besides, he reasoned, she wouldn't dare tell anyone
that she had told them the location of the camp. The first thing the
guerrillas would do would be to execute her as a traitor and weakling.
	Leaving now would get them there just after dark, which was the best
time for them if they wanted to have any hope of rescuing Jaime. He
and Charlie had extensive training in night raids, and neither thought
the scruffy, ragged, half trained guerrillas would give them much
difficulty, especially at night.
	Oh, there would be guards out of course, but, especially at night,
most of the guerrillas would be gone from the camp on raids. Those
remaining on guard would not have the sophisticated night vision gear
or electronic detection equipment that they were trained to evade.
	Compared to sneaking into a Russian nuclear weapons facility, which
they had done only months before, entering the guerrilla compound
would probably be a snap. They drove as close to the mountain as they
dared, most of the driving being off the road for fear of land mines
and ambushes. Then the two hiked through the jungle, carrying their
equipment on their backs.
	They moved very slowly until the dusk finally gave way to darkness.
Then they were able to put on their night vision goggles and move
faster, without fear of being spotted first by a guerrilla patrol.
They easily evaded several such groups as they made their way up the
hill.
	In truth, they hardly needed the goggles. The guerrillas, confident
of their strength so close to their base, were clumsy and careless.
They talked and laughed amongst themselves, smoked foul smelling
cigarettes, who's scent was carried on the wind, and used lights
extravagantly. They also moved through the thick bush with all the
grace of a herd of elephants.
	Steve and Charlie were able to pull up in thick bush just outside the
guerrilla's base without having even seen a guerrilla, let alone
getting spotted themselves. They lay on their bellies, studying the
layout of the camp and watching and listening for dogs and guards.
	They waited for a half hour before a single guard strolled leisurely
past them. His assault rifle was hanging across his back and his hands
were occupied with eating something out of a bowl. He paid no
attention whatsoever to his surroundings, in fact, he tripped over a
rock and fell down, cursing loudly.
	Charlie gave Steve a sour look and then shook his head and grinned.
Still, they were professionals, and didn't intend to get caught off
guard. They lay there waiting to see if anything new appeared.
	It was another hour before a guard passed them again, this one was a
different man, one with a thick black beard. He seemed more alert than
the previous guard, though it would have been difficult not to. Still,
he didn't show any particular interest in looking from side to side.
His gaze was more on the ground in front of him.
	Had they been in a more capable camp, Charlie and Steve might have
worried that he was being careful not to trip any mines or other
boobie traps. What they figured here, was that the other guard had
complained of having tripped and this one didn't want to skin his
knees.
	Neither had been able to spot any sign of sentries in the trees or
any tower of any sort. If anyone but them was watching this side of
the camp, they were being extremely professional and quiet about it.
	"Security here is a fucking joke," Charlie whispered. Steve nodded
tightly.
	"Got any idea where they'd keep her?"
	"I don't see any guarded buildings, such as they are," Steve
whispered back.
	"Maybe they'll torture her and we'll hear her screaming, like in the
movies," Charlie suggested.
	Steve glared at him and Charlie shrugged.
	"We'll go in now," Steve said, rising to a crouch and moving quickly
into the camp. Steve stayed put, covering him with his Uzi until his
partner reached the cover of a thick bush outside a shack. Then an arm
appeared from the bush, waving. Charlie rose and scurried across the
open terrain until he too was in the bush.
	Steve pointed at the shack and Charlie nodded. He turned his back and
scanned the silent camp as Steve raised his head above the glassless
window and peered in with his goggles. A moment later, he crouched
down beside Charlie, shaking his head and pointing at the next shack.
	Charlie went first this time, hurrying across until his back was
against the shack. Steve followed, then covered his friend as Charlie
checked inside through the window. He crouched down again, putting a
finger to his lips and raising his eyebrows. Steve knew that meant
there were people sleeping inside.
	They moved from shack to shack, checking each of them out and finding
no sign of Jamie, until Steve finally looked into one shack and
spotted a man on the floor, his arms tied around a post. He knelt down
and shook his head at Charlie, then nodded and pointed to the shack.
This indicated that Jamie wasn't inside, but they were going in
anyway.
	It took only seconds to pick the lock and sneak inside, closing the
cheap door behind. They hurried over to the man, who was wearing an
American field uniform. He seemed to be asleep. Steve shook him and
the man's eyes slowly opened. He gazed a them without seeming to see
them, and Steve finally realized that it was so dark in the shack that
he probably couldn't.
	"We're with the Army," he whispered. "We'll cut you loose and take
you out of here."
	"Fucking A, man!" the man replied.
	"Are you Private Hanlon?"
	"Yeah, man."
	"Where's Lieutenant Connel?"
	Hanlon shook his head resignedly. "I don't fuckin' know man. They
took her out of here and I never saw her again. That was hours ago. I
don't think she's still alive."
	"What the fuck do you mean she ain't alive?" Steve hissed.
	"Aww man, you should have seen what they did to her, before they even
took her away. They stripped her and raped her for most of the day.
When they drug her in here, she looked half dead already. Then they
took her out o' here a while ago and I could hear her screaming from
across the compound. I don't know what they was doin' but it stopped
hours ago."
	"Which building was it coming from?" Steve demanded.
	Charlie had been working on the ropes and managed to free Hanlon's
hands. They helped him stand up and he pointed down the way they'd
come. "It was from that direction, one of those shacks."
	"We been to all those shacks. She ain't in any of them," Charlie
sighed.
	"Like I said, she's probably dead."
	"She ain't dead until I see her dead," Steve snarled. 
	He gazed across the camp angrily, then turned back to Hanlon. "Who's
the fucker in charge here?" he demanded.
	"I dunno man. There's the leader, I think his name is Jesus or
somethin'. But the guy who did the questioning, was a Cuban. I don't
know his name."
	"You know where his cabin is?"
	"Naww. I was in here almost the whole time. His cabin is that way,
though." he pointed in the direction of the shacks they had yet to
search.
	"You'd know him if you saw him?"
	Hanlon nodded.
	"Okay, Hanlon. You're coming with us. We're gonna find this fuckin'
Cuban and make him show us the girl, whether she's alive or dead. We
ain't leaving her here unless we're sure she's dead."
	"I'm with you man," Hanlon said.
	Finding the Cuban was easier than they'd thought. His quarters were
only three huts over. Hanlon recognized him sound asleep on his cot
and crouched down beside the other two, nodding wildly.
	Martinez was dreaming about Cuba conquering the United States and him
being named governor of California. He had a vast harem of slutty
Yanquee girls for his pleasure and funked a different one several
times a day. He was dreaming about ass fucking a gorgeous movie star
he'd seen in a magazine recently, when someone woke him up.
	He was furious, and jerked up quickly with a snarl on his face, until
he saw the round hole of a gun barrel in front of his nose. He opened
his mouth and the long barrel was jammed past his teeth breaking one
painfully. "One word and I'll blow your fucking head off, Commie!"
	He shook his head, or at least, tried to. The gun in his mouth made
movement difficult. "I'm gonna ask you just one question and you're
gonna answer it. You got that?" the voice hissed. He tried to nod his
head.
	"Where is the American Lieutenant that was brought here?"
	Martinez's heart sank. The gun slowly slid out of his mouth and he
gazed at the darkened outlines of several men above him. "I... I don't
know, Senor," he whined.
	The gun drew back and then slammed forward against his nose, breaking
it. A gloved hand silenced his cry of pain.
	"I'll ask you once again, Pedro. Where is she?" the voice demanded.
	"But... but Se... Senor, she is no longer here."
	Steve's breath released slightly. At least she was not dead. "Where
is she?" he repeated.
	"The woman took her away an hour ago."
	"What woman? Where?"
	"The American woman."
	"I know that, imbecile! Who took her away?"
	"The American woman, the other American woman, the Major. She took
the young one away."
	Steve looked at Charlie, who shrugged.
	"Where did she take her?"
	"I... I'm not sure."
	Another gun, this one with a silencer on the end jabbed his ear. "You
want to live to see the dawn, asshole?" a voice asked.
	"She said... she said she was taking her to Ferdisto port to sell to
the brothel there."
	"Shit! That fucking dyke bitch!" Steve snarled.
	Just then a man hurried into the shack, slamming the door open.
	He was coming to tell the Cuban that the American had escaped,
Hanlon, that is. He got just inside when he saw the three forms over
the bed. He gave a yell and turned around, running back through the
doorway.
	"That's torn it," Charlie said. He jumped to the doorway and sighted
on the screaming man's back, firing a short burst that knocked the
running man head over heels and left him dead in the dirt. The camp
erupted in turmoil, men running half dressed, from the various huts
and shacks, looking around for the source of the shooting.
	Charlie was back in the Cuban's hut, with the door closed, so they
didn't realize at first. The guerrillas ran all around the camp
searching for the attackers, finding only the body of the man Charlie
had shot. Meanwhile, Charlie and Steve watched out the rear window,
waiting for the few nearby soldiers to run further away.
	Martinez pulled an old revolver from under his pillow then. Hanlon,
who was supposed to be watching him, had his back turned and was
looking over Steve's shoulder. Martinez's first shot tore open the
back of Hanlon's head. The second and third slammed into his back with
deadly, but ultimately pointless force.
	Steve and Charlie turned in opposite directions and dived low.
Charlie's Uzi opened up at once, sending a line of slugs ripping
across the far wall, and then tearing through Martinez's belly, nearly
cutting the man in half.
	"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Steve shouted. He jumped through
the back window, firing at the group of Guerrillas who had come close.
Two of them died at once, while a third dove behind another shack.
	Steve followed him, shooting a stream of bullets into the corner of
the shack where he knew the man was crouching. There was a gargled cry
and the man fell forward onto his face. The wood was too cheap and
thin to protect him from the bullets.
	"Go!" Steve shouted. He popped a fresh clip into the Uzi and began
spraying the bullets towards the far side of the camp. Charlie raced
across the clearing, holding his own Uzi out towards the guerrillas
with one hand and spraying indiscriminately to keep their heads down.
	He jumped head first into the bushes, rolled several times and popped
a fresh clip into the Uzi, then Steve raced across the clearing and he
fired short, three shot bursts towards the congregation of Guerrillas.
Bullets zipped past overhead, and one thumped into the dirt inches
from his elbow.
	Steve reached the woods safely however, a tribute to poor
marksmanship. The two of them half crawled, half ran away from the
camp, angling off to confuse pursuers. The guerrillas immediately
followed them, swarming through the bushes carelessly.
	They stopped in a low gully, reloaded and waited. Seconds later a mob
of guerrillas raced over a low hill and the two opened up, cutting
down half a dozen in seconds. The others dove for cover as the two of
them hurried along the gully, then climbed out and ran for it.
	The pursuit slowed down considerably after that, and they had little
difficulty dodging the patrols and making it to their jeep. Steve
wasn't happy at this success, though Charlie let out a sigh of relief
when he stepped on the gas and the jeep sped away.
	"Great. Just great," Steve growled. "We get Hanlon killed and still
have no real idea where Jamie is."
	"She's in that port, what'd he call it? Ferdisto."
	"Where in Ferdisto? Ferdisto is a town of about forty thousand
people, man."
	"No shit? Well, we just gotta find..."
	"The Major?"
	"I dunno. Think she'll come back to camp?"
	"By then it'll probably be too late."
	"Too late for what? So the girl get's dumped in a brothel. So what."
Steve glared at him and Charlie through his hands in the air with
frustration.
	"Let's face it man, according to Hanlon they already done everything
to her that can be done. Hell, a brothel would probably be a relief
for her."
	"I don't want a bunch of fat fucking scumbags to be jumping her bones
for five bucks a pop!" Steve growled.
	"Okay, okay. Neither do I. I'm just saying that at least she'll still
be alive."
	"Unlike that fucking Major when I get my hands on her."

	At that moment, Jamie was trudging through the bush behind Major Fox.
Martinez had been lying when he'd said she had left already. At the
time the shooting had broken out, she was still in the camp, tied to
the table in the same hut Martinez had sodomized her.
	Fox had grabbed her at once, dragging the dazed girl out of the back
of the hut and into the jungle. As the firing mounted, she'd thought
the camp under attack by some kind of commando force and had headed
deeper into the jungle.
	Jamie was still naked, her hands tied behind her back. Fox had tied a
six foot rope around her throat and dragged her along behind her as
she made her way through the dense undergrowth. Jamie's soft skin was
scratched and scraped repeatedly by the brush and branches the passed
through.
	Having her hands behind her made it impossible to fend them off,
something Fox was aware of. She took delight in pulling the helpless
girl through the densest tangles of brush she could find. Jamie's body
was soon covered in thin red scratches below the waist.
	Her feet were soon aching and stinging from multiple bruising
contacts with sharp stones and sticks, making it hard for her to walk.
 Fox wouldn't slow down, and the rope around her neck forced Jamie
forward.
	Only when the shooting had disappeared in the distance, did Fox slow
down somewhat. She gazed behind her at the panting, bleeding girl, her
lip curling into a sneer. "What's the matter, little baby? Can't keep
up?" she cackled.
	She pulled the rope sharply, causing Jamie to fall forward onto her
already bruised knees. "I'm going to have to leave you here for a
little bit, slut, while I go and find a car," she sighed.
	She looked around for a likely spot, then half dragged Jamie across
the dark clearing to where a large tree had fallen.
	She hauled the rope across the thick trunk, jerking Jamie along
behind it until she was sprawled on her belly, the rough bark scraping
her breasts and stomach. Her knees dug into the soft dirt beside the
trunk as
	She chortled gleefully as she dragged the blonde girl along the
trunk, causing Jamie to moan and yelp at the pain caused by her soft
flesh rubbing across the rough bark. Jamie gave a frightened yelp as
her right foot left the ground and she almost fell.
	Her foot kicked back and forth, finding purchase just as she was
about to be strangled. The tree had fallen across a small, but deep
little gully, where a stream passed. The gully was about three feet
wide and three feet deep.
	Jamie supported herself easily enough with a foot on either side,
though her position was awkward as she lay belly down across the
trunk. Fox walked up next to her and leaned with her elbows on the
trunk. "Now listen little girl, as long as you stay quiet, you'll be
fine. If you try to wiggle around, like maybe, to escape, you'll
probably strangle on the rope here."
	She patted Jamie's bottom and snickered nastily. "It shouldn't be
long. Maybe I'll see you when I get back. On the other hand, if you're
dead by then, I hope you end up somewhere with plenty of cocks."
	She swatted her on the head and then walked away.
	To say she was uncomfortable was an enormous understatement. The rope
was cinched tightly around her throat, and her widely spread legs soon
began to ache from their unnatural position. She was not fully across
the trunk, so most of her remained was on her legs.
	With her legs stretched as they were, there was no way for her to
clamber up higher on the trunk and drape herself across it. In fact,
both her feet were only inches from the gulley, and any movement was
extremely dangerous. The pressure of the rope was steady and
unyielding and she had not the least doubt that the Major had tied it
so she would strangle if she lost her footing.
	Hours passed. She had no way of keeping time here in the dense
undergrowth. Her legs ached with a terrible pain, especially high up
in her thighs and groin. Bugs kept crawling over her and biting her,
and once, a bat had flown right past her head, making her squeal with
fright.
	She could hardly move her head at all, let alone her body. So when
she thought she heard a noise close to her, a kind of soft hissing
sound. She could only turn her head a little ways and look out of the
corner of her eyes. What she saw made her wish she couldn't have even
done that.
	There was a snake on the tree trunk. She didn't know how long it had
been there, but prayed fervently for it to leave. For long, long
minutes, it stayed where it was, then it gradually started to move...
towards her.
	She watched it with bulging eyes, trying to identify it with the army
training photos she'd been shown. It looked, she finally decided in
horror, like a cobra! It's dark, she told herself. You can't be sure.
The thing was long and thin and shined in the low light.
	She hardly dared breath as it slid right up to her back. It was all
she could do to prevent herself from screaming at the top of her lungs
as the thing slid up onto her back, it's surprisingly smooth scales
rubbing coldly across her skin.
	She prayed fervently for the thing to crawl off the other side, but
it was in vain. Snakes loved warm places, and this one had found one.
Her body heat was far more attractive to him than anything else at
that moment, for the night was growing chill.
	It explored the warm thing it had found, sliding upwards to her hair,
then going over her shoulder and sliding under her head, right under
her throat in fact, and coming out the other side. It slid back over
her other shoulder and back along her spine, sliding over her right
buttock, and then winding around her upper thigh.
	She closed her eyes in horror, feeling her skin itch and burn
wherever the snake's skin made contact. It seemed to leave an oily
trail behind it as it slid down he leg a little ways, then retreated.
It sensed a change in heat a little above itself, a warmer place than
where it now was.
	It slid back upwards and across her buttocks, then poked it's head
down between her legs to her pussy opening. Because of the long hours
she had been standing with her legs spread wide, Jamie's pussy slit
had opened slightly and from within came more heat than lay on the
surface of her body.
	Jamie couldn't help herself. When the snake's head pushed against her
pussy she screamed. She clamped her mouth closed quickly, waiting for
the fatal bite that would shoot poison into her body. The snake had
stopped moving. It lay absolutely still, half wound around her upper
leg, the rest on her back and buttocks.
	She didn't move. Neither did the snake. Finally, it seemed to loose
some of it's wariness. It moved towards her pussy again. Its head
pushed against her pussy, seeing if there was room within. The elastic
pubic lips obligingly allowed themselves to be pushed open.
	More heat came to the snake's senses. It delighted in it and pushed
harder against the opening, wriggling its body to push forward. It's
head slid inside Jamie's pussy, then an inch of body, then a second, a
third, a fourth, a fifth...
	Jamie was gulping softly, her body rigid with terror. She couldn't
dare move, not to even close her legs. Either she would be bitten or
she'd strangle herself. She felt the thing half way up her pussy and
its hard little body kept wriggling further, six inches... seven...
eight... nine... ten... eleven.
	Her pussy was spread wide by the powerful snake's body. It was wider
than any cock she'd ever taken, even in her multiple rapes since her
capture. Her pussy hurt from the pressure of the hard body inside it,
but Jamie could do nothing about it.
	She held still as the snake tried to work it's way in deeper. Finding
it's forward way blocked, the snake tried to draw in more of it's body
and force the walls of this tight, but wonderfully warm tunnel further
apart. There was give in the rubbery walls and it coiled slightly in
on itself, drawing in more of it's body.
	Jamie felt the snake bunching up inside her belly. Her aching became
more and more painful, turning into a terrible sharp pain that was
worse than any cramping she'd ever experienced. She was bulging inside
herself as the snake tried to make room within her.
	"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Major Fox said, standing
slightly behind her.
	"Major!! Oh Major! Quick! Do something! Oh Please! Please!" she wept.
	"I dunno, slut, it looks like your cunt is finally filled like you
wanted."
	"Oh Please! Please! Please!" she begged in a ragged, hissing whisper.
	"What do you suggest I do, pull it out by the tail. I bet that pisses
him off enough to bite your juicy little cunt."
	Jamie gritted her teeth. Fox was right. Fortunately the snake, having
found the little burrow too tight for it's comfort, began to double
back and slide back out of her. Fox jumped back as the snake's hissing
tongue appeared from the opening.
	"Yech. Ugly thing," she said.
	Alert to her movement, it watched her carefully, hissing warningly as
it slid out of Jamie's pussy and then dropped off her into the gully.
Fox watched as it hurriedly slid away.
	"All gone, baby. Too bad. Now your cunt's empty again," Fox grinned,
slapping her behind.
	She untied the rope and pulled Jamie back. The exhausted girl
immediately collapsed, her legs too tired to support her.
	"Move your skinny little ass!" Fox glared, nudging her with the toe
of her boot.
	"C... can't," Jamie whined.
	"You move your ass, bitch," Fox ordered. 
	She brought her boot down on Jamie's left tit and put more and more
weight upon it, then started twisting her foot from side to side as
Jamie whimpered in pain.
	"Move it or I'll cut your fuckin' tits off!" Fox ordered, jerking on
the rope and hauling Jamie to her feet.
	She pulled her after her more than a mile through the bush to where
she'd parked a stolen jeep, then hurled her into the back, covered her
with a tarp, and drove south, towards Ferdisto.


EIGHT

	Major Fox drove for an hour before the dawn approached. She wasn't
sure whether any kind of alert had been put out for her yet, and
wasn't going to risk travelling during the day. She drove off the road
a good mile before stopping the jeep.
	"We'll get some sleep, little pussy, and get a start later in the
day,"
	She got out and hauled back the tarp, dragging Jamie out of the jeep
after her. The little blonde staggered weakly as Fox, with the rope
over her shoulder, hauled her across to a tree and tied the rope
around a tall branch.
	She left Jamie standing there and went back to the jeep, fetching out
a sleeping roll and some other equipment. She brought them back and
set up a little camp. She had a small stove which she fired up, and
proceeded to make bacon and eggs.
	She ate them down happily while Jamie stood by the tree, on her
tiptoes to keep from strangling. Jamie looked at the food hungrily,
the smell making her long empty belly rumble alarmingly.  After Fox
had finished eating, though, she dumped the remainder and turned off
the stove.
	She drew back the top of the sleeping roll and began getting
undressed. Jamie was afraid, for a moment, that she was going to leave
her standing like that. When Fox was naked, having folded her clothes
carefully and placed them on a tree stump, she walked over to Jamie.
	"I can never sleep without jerking off first, little pussy," she
grinned. "But since you're here, I won't have to."
	She unfastened the rope from the tree and led the wobbly, weak-kneed
girl over to the sleeping bag. She sat down, then lay back, tugging
Jamie down onto her knees between her legs. "Okay, little slut, lick
me off," she sighed, bending her knees and spreading her legs wide.
	Jamie sat on her heels, bent far forward as she tiredly began to
tongue the Major's blonde fringed pussy hole. She was so hungry and
exhausted she hardly knew what she was doing. Her tongue moved
listlessly up and down the Major's slit, giving Fox a tongue bath but
not really exciting her.
	"Stupid bitch!" Fox snapped, slapping Jamie's face. 
	She tugged back on the rope to keep the girl from falling and then
glared angrily. "I still have that little electric shock tube," she
warned. "You do me right or I'll stuff it up your asshole and turn it
up full, and leave you like that."
	The memory of her mind blowing shock was very vivid in Jamie's mind.
In fact, she didn't think she could ever forget as long as she lived.
She applied her tongue vigorously to the Major's slit, swirling it in
little circles around her pink clitty.
	"Ooooohhh... That's the way, little pussy... Just like thaaaat...
Lick me, slut girl!" Fox groaned.
	Jamie's tongue dove deep into the slippery cunt box, scooping out
wads of fuck-honey and slurping it down. 	Jamie became much more
interested in sucking Fox now as she realized just how thirsty she
was. She hadn't had anything to drink all night, and it had been some
night. The pussy juice filling her mouth was the only liquid she'd
ingested since the small cup of water Martinez had given her.
	Somehow she'd been too exhausted, or in too much pain or fear to
think about that before. She applied her tongue to the Major's sweet
honeyed hole, slurping hungrily, suckling with all her strength as she
wormed her tongue in the little hole. Fox groaned and clutched her
tangled hair, pulling it sharply.
	Jamie drank out the woman's pussy, then rode her tongue hard against
the hard little clit, bringing a new cascade of pussy-water down the
tube. She drank this as well, slurping the liquid into her desert dry
mouth.
	The Major began humping her butttocks up and down, rutting up against
Jaime's dancing tongue. She grunted in pleasure, sending more liquids
to Jamie's mouth. Then she came. Her hands pressed down hard on
Jamie's head and her knees smashed together around her neck.
	She writhed on the bag, turning completely over so she was riding
atop Jamie's face, rubbing herself frantically against the tired,
bedraggled young woman. She rode her face like it was a saddle, her
buttocks rising and falling as she bounced with delight atop the
pistoning tongue.
	Then she relaxed, sinking forward, her hands on the ground, helping
to support her. Most of her weight was on Jamie's face and the younger
woman continued to slurp and lick at her pussy, cleaning it out
thoroughly. Fox sighed and then rolled off.
	"Time for rest, babycakes," she said. "For some of us, anyway.
	Jamie spent another night on her feet, exhausted and slumping against
the tree, this time held aloft by the expedient of tying a thin cord
to a pony tail the Major wound at the top of her head.

	The Major led Jaime into a small room through the back of a
dilapidated building. She was wearing a worn cloak over her nudity,
and Fox had cleaned her up somewhat. She had thrown a bucket of water
over her and then washed her with the same carelessness she would have
displayed while washing her car.
	Now relatively clean, with her hair brushed, Jaime looked reasonably
presentable. The torments she had so recently suffered were displayed
in the multiple bruises, cuts and scrapes on her body, but the cloak
hid most of that.
	There were two men in the room. One was a tall, dignified looking man
who Fox called Miguel. The other was a much bigger guy with a thick
beard. Fox only talked to Miguel, who looked at Jaime steadily.
	Fox pulled the cloak away, leaving her naked. Jamie pulled her arms
in front of her, still embarrassed at being looked at like this by
strangers, no matter how many rapes she'd undergone. "Move your hands,
little slut!" Fox snapped.
	She pulled her arms away at once, closing her eyes briefly as the two
men stared at her. The big man looked at her the way she'd come to
expect, with lust and hunger. The other one, the one in the suit,
however, looked at her more like she was a piece of meat he was
considering buying, which in fact she was.
	He walked around her examining her. She felt his hand slid across her
hip and buttock, then, as he stood behind her, his hand slid between
her thighs and two fingers thrust up into her pussy. She gasped and
tried not to squirm as he probed her insides.
	"Bend over," he said, rather casually. 
	Fox nodded, glaring, and Jaime hesitantly bent far forward, spreading
her legs at his next request.
	His fingers slid in and out of her pussy several times, then
withdrew. He moved away from her and over to Fox.
	"All right," he said. "The price you asked is steep, especially
considering her condition."
	"Bruises fade, and after that you have a bargain. A first class piece
of cunt meat for sale. She's worth a lot more than you're paying and
you know it."
	"Perhaps. Only time will tell."
	"She's a real cock eater. Believe me, she likes nothing better than a
hot ride."
	"Again, this is something I will soon find out."
	He pulled out an envelope and handed it to Fox, who placed it inside
her jacket without even checking its contents.
	"Goodbye then. I hope you're happy with the merchandise."
	"If I am not, you will know of it soon," Miguel said calmly.
	Fox left, leaving Jamie behind with the two men. She gulped in fear
as the older one came over to her.
	"Do not fear, little one. You are worth a great deal of money to me,
so you will not be harmed. This is Jose,"
	He pointed to the man with the beard. "He will take you upstairs and
have sex with you. You will do anything he tells you. Is that
understood?"
	Jaime nodded shakily.
	"Good. After you have been trained somewhat further you will be worth
even more. There is nothing men like more than a well-trained woman."
	"T-trained?" Jamie asked, blinking her eyes.
	"Trained."
	The man smiled. It was not a pleasant sight.

	There was a pounding at the door. Steve pulled out his magnum and
glided towards it, then opened it a crack. It was Charlie, he pushed
the door open and hurried inside. "I think I know where she is, man."
	"Where?" Steve demanded.
	"I talked to this guy at a fancy whorehouse. He said they just took
delivery of a new girl for training, a blonde with big tits."
	"That doesn't mean it's Jamie."
	"He described her pretty well. He even promised she'd be a genuine
blonde, not a dye job. How many genuine blonde's with big tits can be
working in the local bordellos? Even the fancy ones?"
	"Why couldn't he show you now?"
	"He said they only just bought her and have just taken delivery. She
has to be prepared."
	"What the fuck does that mean?"
	"I dunno. It's a real fancy place. They maybe want to clean her up a
little. I mean, if she's been out getting gang banged in the jungle
the last couple of days she's gonna be kind of a mess."
	"I don't like it."
	"It's the only one we've heard of so far."
	"Okay, but we don't wait until tonight. We go now."
	"Dark would be better."
	"I said now! I'm not waiting for anyone to sample the merchandise."
	The bordello was in what used to be a hotel, a cheap hotel, in a
seedy district. Both were wearing civvies as they walked up to the
back door. Their long jackets concealed the Uzi's beneath. Steve
rapped on the door, a big steel number.
	There was no answer. He rapped again. The door opened and a big
bearded man looked out on them, glaring fiercely. He had a gun stuck
in his belt. "Si?" he growled.
	Steve pulled out the Uzi and stuck it under his chin. "See?" he said.
	"Si," the guy replied, backing slowly away. 
	Steve and Charlie followed, Steve's gun still under his chin. He
reached forward and pulled the revolver from the guy's pants. Another
guy came around the corner just then. Charlie raised his Uzi and the
guy stopped like a dear caught in a car's headlights.
	"I want to know where the blonde American girl is," Steve said, "the
new one."
	"No hable Hanglais," the big guy said, sullenly. Steve slammed the
butt of the Uzi into the side of his head, knocking him cold. Charlie
grabbed the other guy, who was trembling with fear and shoved him
against the wall.
	"Where is the new American girl?" he hissed.
	"U... upstairs!" he squeaked. "Top floor... corner room!"
	"You show us."
	"But... but Senors..."
	"Or else I'll shoot your dick off," Steve snarled, jamming the barrel
of his Uzi into the guy's crotch.
	The man looked down in terror, then back up. "I take you!" he gasped.
	"Good." They shoved him forward and he turned left, walking to a
steep, narrow wooden stairwell. He walked up, the other two following.
They climbed three flights before coming out into a narrow hallway. A
long, cheap green carpet ran from end to end. He pointed at the first
doorway, his hand shaking fearfully.
	Steve tried the door. It was locked. He looked at the little man, who
shrugged helplessly. Steve pulled out his lock pick and set to work.
It didn't take more than twenty seconds before the lock gave. He
grabbed the little guy in a headlock and threw the door open, shoving
him in and going after.
	There was a man standing next to a bed. A tall, well dressed,
dignified looking man. He turned in shock at their entrance, but
seeing the guns, he did nothing.
	There was a woman there at his feet. At first they thought she knelt
on all fours, but as they moved inside they realized her wrists were
strapped against her upper arms, her ankles high against her thighs so
that she hobbled one elbows and knees alone.
	She was hooded, with no eyeholes, her mouth forced wide by a pair of
steel clamps strapped around her head. Two weights hung from her
nipples, stretching them out a full two inches, and a tail, much like
a horse tail, sprouted from her anus. The girl looked something like
an animal as she knelt there, and Steve stared at her with a mixture
of outrage and... and odd sense of lust.
	"Senor," the man said warily. "She is no trained properly yet.
Another week or so of this and..."
	Steve shot him, the sound of the gun loud in the confined space.
	"Shit! Now you've done it," Charlie hissed.
	The other man took off, and Steve hurried in. He couldn't see the
girl's face, but he'd know those breasts anywhere. He tried to rip the
hood free only to find it locked in place, the straps immoveable.
	"Come on! We gotta move our asses!"
	Steve bent and scooped the girl up over his shoulder, then followed
Charlie as they ran back up the hallway.
	Just as they rounded the corner, Steve jerked back, almost dropping
Jaime behind him. A string of bullets lashed the opposite wall, and
the echo of gunfire blasted around the room. Steve pointed the Uzi
around the corner and fired off a full clip, then pulled back and
reloaded.
	Charlie pushed him away and Steve ran back up the other way, Jamie
bouncing on his shoulder. He found a back stairs, and called for
Charlie to follow, then trotted quickly down and booted a door open at
the bottom. They were in an alley behind the building, and he jogged
quickly to the car, Charlie following.
	As soon as the engine caught, Steve shoved his man away and stomped
on the gas. Charlie and Jaime were already inside. The car zoomed down
the alleyway and around the corner, narrowly missing a Mercedes which
screeched to a halt with an angry curse from the driver.

	It was five days later that Jamie was finally released from base
hospital and got back to her own quarters. She sat on the bed, patting
it as if to reassure herself that she was really here. There was a
knock on the door and she got up, opening it.
	"Hi there." Steve grinned.
	"Hi Steve. Come on in," she said.
	She closed the door behind him and turned around to find him standing
only a foot away.
	"I still can't believe you came after me," Jamie said shyly.
	"I can hardly believe it myself," he admitted. "I guess that one
night affected me more than I thought then. Maybe it wasn't love at
first sight," he grinned, folding his arms around her and drawing her
against him, "But it sure was really really like at first sight."
	She giggled and tilted her head back as he kissed her. The kiss, as
first light and amused, continued, becoming hotter, more passionate.
Jamie brought her arms up around his shoulders as her tongue and his
writhed together. Steve's hands slid under her rounded buttocks and
squeezed them, half lifting her off her feet.
	She moaned in pleasure as he fondled her behind, her own hands going
to his belt, opening it. She unzipped his pants and they dropped to
the floor as Steve backed towards a chair and sat down. Jamie
straddled him, sitting on his lap, as his mouth darted to her throat,
suckling and kissing.
	Her arms went behind her neck and undid the clip holding her top up
and it collapsed, her round breasts springing loose. Steve instantly
palmed both of them, his tongue still sliding up and down the nape of
her neck. He squeezed her sweet breasts, then bent his mouth to one,
sucking gently as the girl squirmed against him.
	"Oh God, Steve, how I've dreamed of this!" she gasped, her head going
back.
	She arched her back, shoving her suddenly swollen breasts at his
face. Steve sucked harder on her right nipple, his hands cupping both
meaty orbs as he worked the little bud.
	Jaime's hands pulled his cock loose from his underwear and began to
stroke it lovingly. She pulled off her skirt, then tore her underwear
off and positioned herself over him.
	Slowly she sank downward, her pubic lips penetrated, pierced. The
long, fat cock easily sliding into her waiting, well oiled pussy. Down
she sank, inch by inch until the entire twelve inches was up inside
her belly. She held still then, her arms and legs around Steve as he
sucked her breasts.
	She was content, happy and content, for the first time in days. She
felt safe and warm and loved. The past, and her multiple rapes faded
quickly in an upsurge of sexual awakening and arousal as she wiggled
from side to side on the big male organ inside her.
	She started to raise herself up, pulling her body up, sliding it up
along Steve's body until only the tip of his long cock was within her,
then she sank back down, again sliding along his body, letting herself
be impaled by the foot long monster cock.
	She sighed in satisfaction and love, her hips sliding back and
forth."Ohhhhhh... Steeeeevvvee!" she groaned.
	"Me too, baby. Me too!" he gasped. His hands went to her bottom and
pulled her even tighter against him, her breasts squashing flat
against his chest as he worked a finger into her anus and began slowly
humping against her.
	A hand over her face woke Major Fox out of a deep sleep. She gasped
in shock, squirming against hands that held her down. The light was
switched on and she saw Hernandez standing calmly before her. Two men
were on the bed with her. The hand was withdrawn from her mouth.
	"What are you doing, Miguel?" she gasped. "We had a deal."
	"True, my dear. Unfortunately, the girl I bought from you was taken
from me in a most humiliating incident this afternoon."
	"That isn't my fault!"
	"Is it not? You did not tell me there would be problems with this
girl. You lied to me, Miss Fox. I want my money back."
	"I... I don't have it on me. I used it to pay for my fare on a boat
heading for Australia."
	"That is too bad. You will have to make it up in some... other way."
He smiled.
	"Now wait a damned minute..," she said, shaking her head in denial. 
	"Perhaps you are correct that no man has ever touched you." Miguel
smiled. "But you will not be able to make that claim soon."
	His men stripped Fox naked, holding her down on the bed, he legs
apart. "I will be the first to see just how tight you are. The first,"
he said, pulling down his pants, "but very very far from the last. You
will, I am certain, come to appreciate being ridden by a strong man...
after a few weeks... or months."
	He climbed onto the bed between her legs, holding his cock forward.
Fox squirmed furiously, her mouth covered by a big hand and her limbs
held down tightly. She felt the cock press against her pussy, then,
for the first time ever, a hard male organ thrust upwards into her
belly.
	She screamed into the big hand, struggling helplessly as the hard
prick dug deeper and deeper into her pussy tube. Only seldom did she
ever use anything like dildos, preferring to have her sex licked by
her female lovers. Except for small fingers, her hole was almost that
of a virgin.
	The fat male prong pushing forcefully into her was unlike anything
she'd ever felt before. It drove upward into her belly, into he guts!
She could do nothing to resist. Even clamping down on her pubic
muscles did nothing to slow the invading organ.
	She felt it climbing even higher, prying her sex wide and sliding
ever further into her abdomen. At last it was crushed against the very
back wall of her pussy hole, with Miguel atop her. She could have
almost cried as she felt his hands on her breasts and his lips on her
throat.
	He started to hump against her, his thick warm cock moving back and
forth inside her. The idea revolted her. A man's cock, his prick, was
up inside her body! Inside her! She gnashed her teeth in rage as
Miguel fucked downward, his cock sliding back and forth faster and
faster.
	He grunted with pleasure as he pumped, thrusting into her wide open
crotch hole with a slow, deliberate stroke. Fox was spreadeagled, her
arms above her, each held by one man, her legs also held by the same
man on either side of her. Both watched with interest as their
employer's prick humped into the blonde American woman.
	Miguel fucked harder and harder, his cock stroking furiously in Fox's
pussy tunnel. He threw his hips forward and gasped in pleasure as he
came. Then, for the first time in her life, Fox felt steamy male seed
shooting up into her belly.
	It did something to her. She stopped struggling, her arms and limbs
going limp. What was there to struggle for now? She'd been used,
rutted, fucked, just like every other woman in the world. She could
feel the salty white jism squishing about in her tight pussy as Miguel
withdrew.
	He nodded to the man on her left, her turned her over, forcing her
onto her hands and knees on the bed. The age old position, Fox
thought, miserably. Straps bound her ankles up back against the sides
of her thighs, then her wrists back against her upper arms. A thick,
heavy hood was forced over her head, strapped tight around her throat,
and locked in place, blinding her.
	"You have much to learn, and to unlearn," she heard. "You will learn
to please men, to flatter them. You think you are a tough woman, no
doubt, but tough women can be broken, I assure you. Broken, and then
remade. When I am done with you, Miss Fox, your only pleasure in life
will be to please men."
	Fox trembled and jerked violently, but hopelessly.
	She squealed as her bottom was slapped, then she pair of clips bit
into her nipples, and she was led forward, forced to crawl about the
room like an awkward animal.
	"It will take longer for you, but after a few weeks of this, you will
be happy to wear silks and please the members of any man who comes
near."
	Fox whimpered in horror and denial, then cried out as her mouth was
forced wide, and two steel clamps kept it in that position.
	A cock pushed into her open mouth, sliding over her tongue, and she
gagged in horror. Then another thrust into her pussy from behind.
	"Much to learn," she heard. "But more than sufficient time to learn
it. You are yet young, and have will profit me well."
	The male cocks slid back and forth inside her body, and she was
helpless to resist. She knew that there would be many, many more and
moaned in denial as her body rocked back and forth.

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