Chapter 10
"Rice . . . do you want more rice?"
"Oh, no thanks."
"How about fish?"
"Why, Mr. Bailey, are you trying to fatten me up for the kill?" she asked him teasingly. The remark wasn't well taken by the male party. The word 'kill' stuck in his throat. Shirlee saw his response, and realized how little she knew about this mysterious fellow who lived on the wrong side of the world and lived in a hovel with no distractions. For a moment, though, they had been behaving like a middle aged married couple, sitting eating dinner. She was wearing a pair of his hand sewn tie belt pants with a tattered shirt and whenever she moved, her ripely uplifted breasts moved and she saw him looking at her with a glint in his eyes, as if he would like to touch her, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Naturally, she wondered why. She pried for an answer.
"Wouldn't it make a great story if you and I fell in love and we stayed here together and ate rice and fished for our dinner and lived in this jungle and. . ."
"Forget it."
"I guess it would present problems, huh? Like what would I do for birth control and where would we send our children to school. . . ?" she said, realizing she was prying for an answer that was beyond this man's realm of thinking.
Bailey thought about Julie and the two children they'd planned on having. "You've got enough troubles without worrying about children . . ."
Shirlee drew a deep breath and sighed. "I guess you're right. The people I was with-the ones you don't want to hear about-raped me and then when I jumped into the lifeboat, they were going to . . . ah well, uh . . . do things to me in strange places. It's nice being with a gentleman."
"Don't be so sure I'm a gentleman, Shirlee," he admitted, his eyes focusing on the two dark spots which moved tantalizingly under the thin shirt she wore. "That's why we have to keep our distance."
"Did it ever strike you that we're in pretty much the same dilemma?"
"How's that. . . ?" Bailey picked up a morsel of fish and stuffed it in his mouth, then licked his fingers.
"I don't know how you ended up here, but I know it wasn't by choice . . . and I happened on the same spot. That's what I call a coincidence." She fingered the jade necklace charm Ti had given her. "Maybe it's called luck?"
"I doubt it," Bailey said balefully, stretching out on the straw mat for an afternoon nap. He had to close his eyes on this girl. Seeing her sitting there with the filtered sunshine making glimmering streaks in her hair was too much of a remembrance of Julie. Bailey was getting aroused again. He knew he could easily get rid of the girl by carting her down to the village and handing her over to the authorities, since she was in no way his responsibility. But he kept on making excuses to himself for keeping her there, and she seemed content to stay.
He stretched out on the mat while Shirlee cleaned out the pan with sand, the way he'd taught her, and when she'd completed her chore, she stretched out on the floor beside him and laid her head on his bare chest.
"What did they do to you?" he heard himself asking.
"They . . . they were going to make love to me . . . on the bottom," she choked out, feeling herself blush.
"Oh," he sounded disappointed. "That's when you fell into the lifeboat and the Buddhist-karate-bodyguard killer rescued you?"
"Come on, don't make fun!"
"Sorry . . ."
"Did you ever try it with a woman? I mean, doesn't it seem terribly unnatural?"
"Oh, I don't know. There are women who like it that way."
"Did you ever do it?"
"Christ, you're full of questions! Yeah, I had a girl friend who liked it that way when she was ahh . . . menstruating."
"Hmmm . . ." She got up and sauntered to the hut door. "I want to think for awhile. I'm going for a walk. See you."
For a moment, Bailey thought he'd grab her, mash his lips against her succulent ones and flip her down on the straw mat and fuck her silly. He didn't. ..See you. . ."
Shirlee was too preoccupied with trying to figure out this strange American to spot the boat anchored half a kilometer down stream. Going down the muddy path to the water, she saw a clearing not far down the river and decided to bathe in the sun; her obdurate night-time cough had been keeping her awake the past two nights and nothing was better medicine for that then a dose of sunshine. She stripped off her clothes and spreading them out, lay down on top of them and closed her eyes. When she heard the rippling of water and the hushed sweep of a boat nearing shore, she opened her eyes, wondering who it might be and whether or not they had seen her without her clothes on. She saw them, and understood everything in a flash. God, they had come for her!
She darted toward the hut but Sam's powerful legs had carried him out of the boat and onto shore before she could slip one foot into her pants. He hit her hard, sending her sprawling on the ground.
"I've got you now!" he grunted. "There's something you're going to do for me!" He pulled the tie of his pants.
Cursing something about Burmese legends and good luck turning sour, Bailey understood immediately that the boat anchored on shore meant trouble for Shirlee. Getting involved in somebody else's problems was the last business on his agenda, but he had to cope with what came to his door, didn't he? He grabbed his double-edged knife and barged out the door.
He raced down the path toward the river, now happy that he'd shed those extra pounds so that he could face this challenge in the best of form. Hitting the river bank, he stumbled and looked around for the girl, listening for her screams. The bank was thick with growth, and it took a minute for him to spot her. There was a tall dark haired man pinning Shirlee to the ground and he seemed to be fumbling with his pants while she struggled for freedom. For a moment, he was perplexed, because the position they were in seemed so odd. Then he remembered: they had been trying to fuck her in the ass, which was why she'd jumped overboard in the first place!
Bailey growled with rage and raced towards the struggling couple, his limp totally gone now as he moved silently with bare feet over the damp earth. He saw the man's iron hard cock was out and he was ramming it between the girl's widespread buttocks with all his power. Then the young girl was screaming with agony.
"Stoppp!" he shouted, hating to give the man this much advance warning, but hoping that he would still be in time to prevent this anal rape. Painful it was to realize that he was too late to save Shirlee from the thing she feared most. The bodyguard reared up on his arms as he heard Bailey's shout and the pilot could see his massively thickened cock already embedded in the delicate flesh of her rectum. The muscle bound thug was trying to pull himself free, to prepare to defend himself against the murderous onslaught he was facing, but fear had tightened every muscle in Shirlee's body and he was trapped inside of her.
"Aaaahhhhh!!!" Sam screamed as he caught sight of the flashing blade in Bailey's hand, but the pilot was temporarily berserk. These slant-eyed yellow-skinned bastards had shot down his plane, killed his buddies and now one was raping Shirlee. Snarling, showing his teeth, he stabbed blindly as he threw himself on the black belt and there sounded a wild scream of agony as the man's body tumbled suddenly free of Shirlee's savagely violated body.
"Aaaaiiiieeeel!!" The knife caught the black belt in the heart and sliced him like a filleted fish. He rolled on his back in pain, his hands reaching out in vain as if he could crawl back to the boat and somehow be saved. Acting in blind rage, Bailey yanked the knife free and a spurt of blood squirted into the air and puddled on the moist earth.
"You yellow bastard!" he screamed senselessly and, with white knuckles, plunged the knife in a second time. The bodyguard's face contorted with pain and he died.
Footsteps sounded behind him and Bailey shook his head, somehow expecting the bleeding bodyguard to sit up, wipe away the blood and go about his business. Shirlee had pulled herself into a sitting position and was looking over his shoulder in terror, a scream growing in her throat.
"Look . . . there's another one!" she gasped. Shirlee pointed to the second bodyguard who was scampering back toward the boat.
Bailey and the naked girl both were trembling in an adrenaline rush; both felt the same urgency to get back to the hut. Neither uttered a word and Bailey pulled the naked girl to her feet, hauling her up the path which led to his simple hut. She was trembling with fright, crying insanely, and the moment they were inside, she clung to him like a frightened child. Bailey's mind had long since gone blank. In the back of his skull, in that small portion of his brain that still functioned, he knew he had just killed a man. The man had been sodomizing this young girl he held in his arms, and he had killed with a purpose . . . to save her. Would he have done the same for any other woman, or was he hiding emotions from himself?
He glanced out the door. The shorter of the two assailants was in the boat now. Who were these people? They could hardly have jumped ashore just for a quick ass fuck. Who was this girl he held in his arms?
"Shirlee," he said, taking her head in his hands and kissing her lips to stop the sobs. "It's time we have a talk. There's something I'm missing out on. Who are those men? Why do they want to kill you?"
"Because . . . I work for the Hong Kong Border Investigation and . . . and I was working as a model for . . . a . . . a jade smuggler," she gasped, her body wrenching with sobs.
Bailey guided her by the naked shoulders down onto the straw mat and held her close trying to quiet her sobs.
Her body warm against his, she explained about Bu Manchu and the jade smuggling and how she had been drugged and hauled off on The Emerald through the stormy South China Seas, trapped in a steamer trunk and dumped in the Pai River. She spared no details.
Bailey had allowed himself just the tiniest bit of feeling for this woman and now he realized he cared for her . . . maybe even loved her. The yellow bastards had shot down his plane in this godforsaken corner of the world and now they were about to kill the girl he'd sworn to protect.
Sworn to protect? When had he made that commitment?
"We've got to get out of here, or they'll come back and kill both of us," she sobbed into his shoulder. Bailey knew she was right, and yet something within him rebelled. Yes, they could run into the village and hide, but the Karenni thugs would join up with Hong Kong black belts and what chance of survival had they then?
"No, we'll stay right here and fight them off," he decided, gently easing Shirlee down on the mat and walking to the door to peek out over the river. They were still out there and Bailey knew that the thugs would stop at nothing to get Shirlee.
"What . . . what are they doing?" asked Shirlee, desperately fighting to control her emotions. She stood up and moved to his side, still unconscious of her nakedness.
"They shot down my plane on this river bank, and its taken me seven years to get used to living in this jungle. They're not going to run me off now! Stay here!" The plan had formulated in his mind, complete with details, almost without him realizing it. This called for war! He darted out of the hut and scampered down the trail to where his buddies' graves claimed the clearing, and dug away at the mouth of the cave, pulling out the black market weapons. He knew these weapons well-that the Air Force had taught him well. A quick inspection showed them to be in good working order and he dragged them back to the hut where Shirlee was dressed again.
"I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed your last pair of pants," she smiled sheepishly at him. "But you don't have any more shirts."
Tom grinned back. "Okay with me. I could use a little stimulation right now."
He plunked down the ammunition, then made a return trip for the rest, piling high a supply that could wipe out half the world. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the men in the boat, then headed back to the hut where Shirlee greeted him at the door.
"We'll let them come in half way," he breathed quietly. He worked feverishly, loading the M-16 and checking the safety.
"I'm sure they have guns," Shirlee told him. "But I doubt Manchu will be with them."
"Too bad," growled Bailey. "I'd shoot the bastards balls off!" Bailey put the M-16 to his shoulder and took careful aim. The roar was deafening as he let loose with two rounds that slashed towards the boat but fell short of its mark. To his surprise, they didn't fire back.
"What's going to happen now?" Shirlee fully expected an answer, but Bailey couldn't comply. Still, he was the man in the situation, and to have her lose faith would ruin the image he was struggling to build. For some reason, having Shirlee view him as a war hero was a monumental concern. He cursed himself for not having opened fire closer to the shore; he could have picked off one of the four.
"They'll wait for darkness," guessed Bailey soberly, knowing the Orientals thought nothing of crawling on their bellies with the snakes and rats to get a pot shot at their enemy. "This is going to be a long night."
Bailey was confident of his tactics; this was all or nothing and if it worked . . . he couldn't finish his thought. Something like marriage entered his head, but he shook it off.
The boat was silent, anchored out there in the muddy waters; they were waiting for darkness and Bailey thought he understood their strategy-he hadn't lived around these people this long for nothing.
He glanced at the girl, still wearing only a pair of tie pants and realized that she had complete trust in his ability to save both of them. She caught his glance, smiling lopsidedly at him.
"I'm sorry I got you involved in this bloody mess," she apologized, remembering Chad Barker's comment about her ability to dramatize.
"You may be worth it." She caught him staring at her naked breasts and she blushed.
"Funny how I've suddenly been going naked all the time. It's embarrassing."
"Don't be." Bailey felt his cock hardening . . . not a tentative twitch or quiver, but a full-blown pardon. He saw her amber eyes shift down to the bulge in his pants. "A body like yours wasn't meant to be covered." His voice went hoarse when he said, "Take those pants off . . . they look ridiculous on you."
She nodded silently, as if she had been waiting a long time for this order, hoping it would come . . . and dropped the loose pants down around her ankles. As if she had never before been naked in front of a man, she suddenly went shy, crossing her hands modestly in front of her blonde V and then turned back to the straw mat. "I guess I'm not so brave after all."
"Let's see how brave I am after all of this," said Bailey, untying his pants and kicking them off. His hard virile penis sprang jubilantly into view, waving boldly before him like a battle flag and he saw the girl glance at it, then quickly look away. "It's crazy . . . we could both be dead tomorrow and it would be dumb if we didn't make love tonight."
Shirlee nodded soberly, her long blonde hair dancing across her bare shoulders as Bailey sank down to the straw mat next to her. He suddenly realized that he was facing the final test. He was jumping back into the real world, fighting gun battles and trying to make love to the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen . . . all within forty-eight hours. If he could succeed in this, he was a whole man again. It would make no difference whether he stayed here or found his way back to the States; he would soon have a choice. He considered trying to explain all this to Shirlee, but decided he'd rather show her.
Shirlee could feel herself shivering as Tom's hands swept over the softly yielding flesh of her buttocks and began to caress her sensitive inner thighs. For the first time in her life, she felt no fear. It made no difference what Tom did to her because it all had been done before and she had survived. This time she wouldn't have to control her emotions. This time she could give all she had.
"Oooohhhh!" she muttered, as he rolled her over onto her back, exposing the fullness of her lust arousing body to his eager hands. Her breasts trembled and hardened as his fingertips brushed lightly over them and another groan tumbled from her wetly parted lips, not from pain but from a new strange tingle which began throbbing insistently at the base of her spine. Through her mind ran the thought that Tom would stop if she asked him to. He had fought and killed to save her from Bu's bodyguards. She had a debt to pay!
This was the only way, really, that a woman could repay a debt of those proportions.
Bailey sensed that Shirlee wasn't afraid of him, that in this moment of intense passion and extreme danger, she needed the reassurance that only wild sex could provide. He was kneeling up between her outstretched legs now, his hardened rod of flesh pointing at her naked breasts like a dagger, his hands caressing the softly curling hairs forming the blonde mound of her pussy. He would have expected her to clench her thighs together defensively, but she seemed to want to give him everything and the thought filtered into the man's passion filled mind that there were probably no holds barred from him now. He could do what he wanted with this fantastic female which stretched out invitingly before him. That thought made him grow another inch longer and he lifted up her naked buttocks, placing his hungering lips directly over her quivering pussy lips and pushed his tongue directly into the wetly clasping sweetness of her cunt.
"Aaaaahhhh!!!" she moaned, feeling his long warm tongue slowly sliding up into her ecstatic cuntal hole. The man withdrew instantly, cursing himself for having pushed her too far and too fast. . ..
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "I . . . I can't say it."
"What? Tell me?"
"I'm ashamed," she groaned, turning her head away so that she would not have to look him in the face as she made her confession. "Those men on the boat did everything to me, everything a man can do to a woman . . . I think . . . at least all the things I've read about. I feel dirty and I wanted you to make me feel good again."
Bailey blinked in confusion.
"What can I do? What would make you feel good?" Christ, Shirlee, don't make it complicated now! "I'll do whatever you want."
"Then take me every way they did," she burst out. "And if there's anything I missed, I want you to do that too," she blurted out, unable to control her emotions any longer.
Bailey gulped, sat back, a little stunned, like a hungry man being offered a smorgasbord and an empty plate. For a moment, he looked desirously at her wetly throbbing cuntal alit which was presented up to him in sacrifice, but that was where he wanted to finish off. Now where to begin?
His lust widened eyes came to rest on her melonous breasts, rising and falling temptingly as she panted with lust. Perhaps there was something that Bu Manchu and his thugs had missed.
"Did they screw you between the breasts?" he demanded, slithering up her abdomen until his long throbbing manhood was lying comfortably in the narrow cleft between them.
"My . . . my breasts?" she stammered, not aware that men did such things. "No, they touched me there, but . . ."
"Then that's where we start," he decided. "Push them together."
Her eyes flickered shut with shame, but she obeyed, placing her hands on either side of her mounds and pushing them together so that his massive cock was trapped in the middle.
"Yes . . . yes, fuck me there," she groaned obscenely, now half out of her mind with the way in which this man was using her body to delight both of them. Trying to make it as good for him as it was for her, she squeezed the softly resilient mounds together as tightly as she could, so that the tiny hardened buttons of her nipples nearly touched and the warm gentle pressure on his stiffened penis made it almost as if he were buried deep up inside her cunt.
Bailey surged forward, the scarlet naked tip of his cock appearing high on her chest with each stroke and depositing a tiny spot of seminal fluid there. The girl was going out of her mind as he kept up a gentle rocking motion and after a bit, Bailey was forced to cut his pace for fear of cumming prematurely. He would not have thought that this strange perversion could affect a woman so profoundly, but the results were electrifying. Shirlee's brown eyes were open but seeing nothing and she gazed up at the ceiling of the thatched hut, her hips gyrating wildly on the mat below them.
Her unashamed excitement drove him crazy and Bailey remembering her licentious instructions to do everything to her a man could possibly do to a woman. The next step became obvious as his eyes focused on the red fullness of her lips. She kept licking them as she sprawled with her mouth open and Bailey nearly ejaculated at the idea of mouth-fucking this delicate creature. It was impossible. She would never tolerate that!
But everything meant everything and by God, he was going to give her everything! He moved further forward so that his knees were tucked up into her armpits and then slowly freed his wildly pulsating penis from the warm confines of her breasts so that he could move it up to the edge of her chin. Her mouth was still open and he longed to ram his turgid cock down her throat, but it was terribly important that everything he did to her she accepted of her own volition. She'd been forced to the limits already.
"I'm going to fuck you in the mouth now, Shirlee," he whispered, unable to bring himself to say the words aloud.
"I want you to do it, Tom," she whispered hoarsely. "Put your cock in my mouth."
Bailey knew that she had to have fallen under some erotic spell, something almost magic and. . . and lucky. He realized that she needed this badly, needed to free herself of the memory of what the others had done to her. Very good, he thought, he would save her from the horror of the past. They both needed to erase the past, didn't they?
Bailey put his hands gently behind her and lifted it off the mattress so that the mushroomed head of his cock was poised immediately before her wetly parted lips. He edged slowly forward, wanting to give her time to back out if that was her choice. Instead, she carefully took his cock in both hands as if it were a sacred object. Then she kissed it moistly, using her lips to push back the uncircumcised foreskin, a maneuver which made him groan with pleasure.
"Do it all the way, okay?" her face colored as she did her best to fight off a lifetime of moralistic training. "I want . . . you to . . . to cum in my mouth."
The man almost came on the spot with that last request! . . . but he restrained himself, watching with amazement as her head bobbed forward to accept his long thick shaft into her mouth. The movement sent a shiver of pure erotic delight through his entire nervous system as the scarlet ovals of her lips tightened sensuously around his eagerly pulsating penis. She began to caress him exploringly with her tongue and Tom could feel it swiping around the sensitive head of his cock, causing his hips to twitch involuntarily. She pulled him forward with her hands, stroking his sperm filled testicles with her gentle fingers as she took him all the way into the back of her throat. She was obviously inexperienced, but learning fast, and the man found himself grunting with pure animal joy as she sucked him with undeniable hungry and erotic pleasure. It was not the first time in Bailey's life that a woman had taken his penis into her mouth, but it was the first time a perfect creature like Shirlee had practically begged him to violate her mouth.
And he was making the most of it, pumping his wetly glistening cock in and out of her tight rounded hole formed by her red clasping lips and resting his buttocks lightly on the soft cushions of her breasts. His cock seemed like a living creature, jerking and twisting as if it wanted to crawl down her desperately gulping throat. She gripped him even more tightly with her hands, squeezing the sperm-laden balls until the pressure in his loins mounted to the bursting point and then went a little beyond it.
There was an explosion in his ears, a wild combination of sound and light and Bailey knew he was cumming like he had never cum in his life . . . even with Julie. The sperm was rushing out of his wildly ejaculating penis like water from a hose and instinctively, he gripped her head and thrust his cock as deeply as it would go.
Shirlee groaned, but it was a sound of ecstasy and he knew that she was on the verge of cumming herself, even though he had hardly even touched her openly gaping little cunt. Her throat was working gluttonously, gulping and sputtering as she greedily swallowed every last drop of his life-giving sperm.
"Oh Christ, Shirlee!" he gasped, feeling a sudden wave of intense tenderness for this poor creature beneath him. But if she was feeling abused, she didn't let on. Slowly, she eased his limp organ out of her cum spattered mouth and looked up at him and blinked.
"Did you like that, Tom?" she asked quietly.
"God, it was fantastic!"
"I want to make you hard, again," she murmured. "There's more we have to do."