Chapter 4
David Foster was never comfortable when a gun was pointed directly at his chest, even when the weapon was in the hand of a tall, strikingly pretty brunette. Yet he was confident enough of his cover to remain calm as Yolanda Rivera politely held him prisoner in the plain but clean room of the Aurora Hotel.
Cover arrangements had been made for him to enter Argentina as a minor finance officer attached to the American embassy, then, only the day before a stroke of luck had come his way when his "friends" had apprehended a "specialist" hired by the Tuyo group in Argentina. The "specialist" was a little league thug unknown to the Argentine group, so he conveniently "disappeared" and David Foster took his papers and assumed his identity. David had to penetrate Tuyo, and what better way than to arrive as an employee?
A professional, David had to admire Tuyo's organization and security. The "specialist," before he "disappeared", had volunteered that he was to make contact in Room 112 at the Aurora Hotel and also provide the two agreed-upon passwords. David was surprised to find that the contact was an attractive girl, and even more surprised to find that she was going to hold him at the point of a gun until she verified him with her superior.
"You're a quiet one," Yolanda remarked as she extracted a cigarette from a pack and managed to light it with one hand while she held the gun level.
"I'm not used to such pretty contacts," David bantered. "And if I said what I'm thinking, you might slap me or have an accident with that gun."
"Don't be so sure," Yolanda replied with an enigmatic smile. "Why did you change your name?"
"Last-minute passport difficulties," David responded, recognizing that this was the point being held against him. "I thought I explained that. You've seen my other papers. I just couldn't use my own passport."
"We'll hear from my boss any minute," she said. "He'll want to talk to you."
"I expect that," David laughed, "or they wouldn't have given me code words for identification. Where did you learn English?"
"Here," the girl replied. "You'll find many Argentines speak English. We have it in school."
David openly appraised the girl as she explained about how English was used in the Argentine school system. She was in her early twenties, tall, perhaps five feet eight inches, slender, fair skinned with a good figure and intense blue eyes. Her hair was a light chestnut shade of brown and fell in graceful waves to her slender shoulders. She wore a very mod leather slack suit with a green wool turtleneck sweater beneath the jacket. Her face was more striking than beautiful. She had high cheek bones and a firm jaw line. Her lips were wide and sensual. The average person would never have taken her for a member of a terrorist group, but David Foster knew how well organized these people were.
He could feel a stirring in his loins as he openly stared at the beautiful girl. She had a strong animal attraction. Poised on the edge of the dresser as she was, she looked like a fierce cat ready to attack. He wondered what kind of a lay she would be, and he wondered if he could afford taking a chance with her. If she was receptive, she could be an ally in the group. If she wasn't, she could simply tell him to forget it. He was startled when he glanced up to her eyes and found that she was giving him the same open appraisal that he had been giving her.
"Like what you see?" David asked with a smile.
"That depends," she responded.
"On what?"
"On what my boss says when he calls, and on whether you're a real man or just pretending to be one," Yolanda replied with a laugh. "I detest weak, passive men. My type of man takes what he wants without questions and without apologies."
"Then I'm your type of man," David replied.
"Perhaps," she said without a hint of a smile. "Anyone ever tell you that you look like James Coburn?"
"That ugly?"
"That handsome, stupid! Modern girls are fed up with the Tony Curtis type. A man with your looks can get what he wants."
"Well," David replied lightly, "I don't seem to be doing so well at the moment."
The ringing of the telephone beside the bed interrupted their banter and Yolanda crossed the room quickly, keeping the gun aimed at David as she moved. She spoke softly into the receiver, answered several questions, then nodded to David and held the phone out for him.
David noticed that she continued pointing the gun at him as he took the instrument and began answering rapid questions posed by a serious voice at the other end. David forgot the girl and concentrated on the man on the phone. He had to pass this hurdle to gain access to the Tuyo organization. He replied without hesitation, and with an air of slight irritation, to each of the questions asked, giving the two code words at the appropriate moment.
"Okay," the voice on the phone said, "sorry for the inconvenience. We run a tight ship. Let me talk to the girl again. She'll bring you here at two o'clock. We've had a slight problem this morning."
David handed the phone to Yolanda and saw her lower the gun the minute she had the receiver to her ear. She listened to her instructions and then placed the receiver back in the cradle.
"You passed," she said with a smile, replacing the gun in her purse.
"And if I hadn't?" David asked, his muscles relaxing automatically the moment the threat of the gun was removed. He could have taken the gun away from her at any time, but that wouldn't have helped him with Tuyo.
"I would have left this room alone," she replied softly. "We have two hours. Are you hungry?"
"How long does it take to get where we're going?"
"Fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes. Why? What do you want to do?"
"Take what I want, without question and without apology," David replied, moving across the room slowly and stopping in front of the attractive girl.
"Cool it ... ," the girl began, but David put his arms around her and crushed his mouth against hers before she could finish. He felt his cock swell as he inhaled the aroma of her and tasted the sweetness of her lips. She was an active girl and he could smell her sweat. It was a strong, heady odor that excited him. He slipped his tongue between her lips and felt her relax momentarily in his arms. Pressing his advantage, David brought his hand to her small but firm breast.
"Stop it!" she snapped, managing to push him away. "I choose my own men. They don't choose me! The only way you could have me is to rape me!"
"If that's the way you want it, baby," David said moving in close to her again. He saw her shift her weight and knew what was coming. When she brought her knee up toward his crotch, he stepped to the side and grabbed her leg. She screamed as he threw her off balance and propelled her to the bed.
"You bastard!" she screamed, lashing out with her fingernails as he fell on top of her. Again she brought her knee up, and this time she caught him on the thigh. "I'll kill you," she snapped.
David realized that he had underestimated her as they wrestled on the bed, She wasn't a cat; she was a tigress. He was equally certain that Yolanda was the kind of girl who wanted to be raped, who had to be treated roughly and humiliated in order to enjoy sex. He had been running into more and more of these girls since women's lib had come into vogue. They were so busy putting men down that the only way they could achieve any sexual satisfaction was to be thoroughly dominated. Never one to kid himself, David freely admitted that he enjoyed taking a girl this way.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, slapping her face twice. She flew at him with her claws bared, but he grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back with one hand. She tried to knee him again and David slapped her. Then he reached down and yanked down the zipper on her slacks. This was one time that David hated slacks on a girl.
"Don't tear my clothes, please!" she pleaded. "I'm not rich and this is all I've got. Please!"
David ignored her and continued yanking at her leather slacks.
"Please," she whimpered. "I'll take them off, but please don't tear them."
"No tricks?" David snapped.
"No tricks. I promise," she said convincingly.
David let her up and grabbed her quickly when he saw her dive for her purse. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her arm up behind her back.
"Now get those clothes off!" David said harshly. "One more trick and I'll kick the shit out of you."
"You're a typical American pig, aren't you. Ow! Christ, you'll break my arm! Ow! Okay, okay," she sobbed as she reached down with her free hand and began slipping her slacks and panties down.
David's penis became fully erect as he watched her wiggle out of her tight-fitting slacks. He smelled her sex before he saw it, a strong, terribly exciting odor that made his loins burn with desire. Then her bushy pubic mound appeared to his view. It was heavy, the same chestnut color of her hair, a verdant growth in a dark forest. Her thighs were slender, but perfectly rounded, and her legs tapered gracefully to her small feet. Instinctively, David pulled around behind her as she kicked off her shoes and freed her feet from her slacks on the floor. He saw the firm round globes of her ass and felt his blood begin to race through his system. She had a model's ass, round and tight.
"Now the rest of it, baby," he said, flipping her around and pressing her back against the wall as he freed her arm.
"It must be pretty bad when you have to take women like this!" she spit at him. She quickly slipped out of her jacket and began pulling her sweater over her head when she saw him take a step toward her.
The ache in David's groin grew more demanding when he saw that she didn't wear a bra. Her breasts were small, but perfectly formed, sitting proudly on her chest as if an artist had carved them from marble.
"Is this the only way you can get laid?" she taunted him as she dropped her sweater on the floor.
David laughed. He knew what she wanted. His hand flicked out at lightning speed and he slapped her hard. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around and pushed her roughly on the bed. He groaned as her knee grazed his groin when he fell on top of her. The pain sent anger flooding through his system. What had started out as a game was now a match. He had intended to hold her down and make love to her, but she obviously wanted to be raped.
He dug his nails into her thighs until she groaned and relaxed her muscles so he could pull her legs apart. As he wedged his body between her firm thighs, the strong odor of her sex almost overpowered his senses. She lashed out at him with her nails as he unzipped his pants, but he managed to duck. David pulled his cock free of his shorts and leaned down heavily on her struggling body. There was no time to undress. He would have to take her this way.
Yolanda's heart was beating in her throat. She hated herself for being this way! Yet she was so excited that she was actually gasping for breath. The moment she had seen David she knew that she had to have him, that he would be mean and hurt her, but that she had to have him. She felt his penis pressing against the lips of her vagina and the contact made her heart leap. His prick was as hard as the rest of his body, hard and muscular.
"Owwwwwwww!" she gasped as she felt him plunge his swollen penis into her dry vagina. "You rotten bastard!" she snapped.
"You'll sing a different tune in a moment," David said, pinning her arms down and bucking his hips to send his prick to the very depths of her womb. Her pussy was tight, so tight that it seemed to tear at the skin on his penis. He dug into her sex with long, hard jabs, mashing his pelvis against her clitoris with every stroke. There was no finesse here, just two animals fucking.
David watched her face as he sent his cock racing into her body. A transformation took place before his eyes. Her defiance left her eyes and her mouth dropped open as her chest heaved for breath. If one of the masters had painted a woman in heat, Yolanda would have been the model. Her tongue coursed her wide lips and her hips arched to meet his strokes.
From the look on her face, and from the rumblings in his balls, David knew that the moment was close at hand. He lunged into her with a half a dozen hard thrusts, then pulled his penis back until just the swollen, throbbing head was lodged inside her warm cuntal opening.
"Don't stop, you bastard!" she gasped. "Don't stop!"
"Beg, you proud bitch!" David said with a smile. "If you want it, beg for it!"
"You filthy son of a bitch," she whimpered. "Make love to me."
"You can do better than that!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she screamed.
David smiled, then lunged into her with a thrust that carried his turgid penis to the nether depths of her wanton cunt. He held its lust-contorted shaft there, not moving in spite of her grinding hips.
"You pig!" she cried. "Fuck me! I mean it! Fuck me!"
David drew back and rammed into her again, this time following his lunge with a series of short jabs that had her panting. She responded with a series of grunts and began grinding her hips hard against his surging body. Her legs flew around his waist and she held him in a tight scissors grip, her body locked hard against his. He pounded his cock to her as hard as he could and reached down to grasp her hard breasts in his hands. He massaged them and pinched her nipples until she was screaming with a mixture of pain and joy.
"NOW!" she groaned. "NOW! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER, YOU BASTARD!"
David held her tits like handles and plunged into her until his balls felt like they would disintegrate in their demand for release. Her grip around his waist seemed to be knocking the breath out of him. Then he saw her mouth drop open and he heard a low gurgling sound in her throat.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiieeeeeee!" she cried as her body went into a series of severe spasms when her orgasm crashed in on her.
David relaxed his control and felt his testicles erupt with a violence that he hadn't experienced in a long time. His climax seemed to start in his toes and race up his legs. He felt the muscles in his hard thighs spasm just before the searing hot cream shot forth from his surging prick.
"Christ!" he muttered as he felt her contract the walls of her vagina and squeeze his cock when he started to ejaculate inside her straining body. He dug his fingers into her firm tits until white depressions formed around the tips. He bucked into her, sending his prick deep inside her body with each gob of semen that spurted from his throbbing penis.
Then they both relaxed and went limp on the bed.
When he regained his strength, David pulled himself off the bed and walked over to pick up Yolanda's purse from the floor. He opened it and searched until he found her pack of cigarettes.
"What are you going to do now?" she called from the bed. "Are you going to kill me with my own gun?"
"Borrowing a cigarette," David said, lighting up and looking at himself in the mirror.
"Don't you have your own?" she taunted.
"Don't smoke, except after sex," David commented.
"And you don't get laid often enough to buy a pack of your own," Yolanda jeered him with a laugh.
"Get off my back, Yolanda," David replied. "You got what you wanted."
"So did you, you bastard!" she said quickly. "I know what I want, and I don't kid myself. Do you know what you want, Harold, or Karl, or whatever your name is? We're both animals. Beasts of the jungle. We live in an animal world, a big goddamned zoo! First the Hawk arrives. Then everybody gets excited because they hear the Wolf is in Buenos Aires. Animals! That's all we are, Mr. Rapist, a bunch of animals in a zoo!"
David's senses came alert the minute the girl mentioned the Hawk and the Wolf. So Ignacio Sandoval was here! The tip they had received had been accurate. What was this about the Wolf? Had they been leading him on? Had they blown his cover already?
"I don't know about hawks and wolves, baby," David remarked nonchalantly as he sat down beside her on the bed, "but I'm a beast and I know it. I'll get to you with my clothes off someday and show you how mean I can be."
"Share," she said, taking the cigarette from his hand and putting it to her lips. "It doesn't work the second time, you should know that."
"It would if I tied you up and used your body any way I wanted," David said, watching a tremble cross her body at the suggestion. "Who are these characters, the Hawk and the Wolf?"
"The Hawk is another hired gun like you," Yolanda said with a pretended yawn. "How ... how would you tie me up?" she asked, trying to conceal the excitement in her voice.
"I'd knock you out, then strip you and tie you spread-eagle to the bed," David replied slowly, allowing her to visualize the scene. "When you came to, I'd start using your body. You'd be sore and literally fucked out when I finished with you."
"Have you ever done that?" she asked, her breath catching in her throat as it quickened with excitement.
"Twice," David said, lying, playing the game with her. "Both girls fainted before I was finished. Is the Wolf another hired gun?" he asked, allowing his voice to register only mild curiosity.
"I don't know. He's an enemy. They heard he was on his way here a few days ago. He must be CIA or something because he has an embassy cover. Sergio is pretty unhappy about this Wolf guy. He had a tip this morning. One of our girls at the security police headquarters heard one of the agents call somebody at the American embassy and tell him this Wolf had arrived and Sergio had a fit. They're checking the embassy now to find out who arrived today. Why all the interest?"
"You never know," David responded, thinking quickly as he tried to appraise the information she had given him. "I may end up with a contract on one of these guys."
"Well, don't worry about the Hawk. He's with us. Sergio is paying him a handsome price on a contract for our seventy-seven-year-old despot, Juan Domingo Peron. My guess is that you'll work with the Hawk."
The muscles in David's stomach tightened. He had studied the career of Ignacio Sandoval and knew the man both from the files and a series of photographs that they had managed to acquire over the years. David knew that he had to assume that Sandoval had done the same with David's career. David had one advantage. He knew of only two photographs that had ever been taken of him that hadn't been destroyed. There was at least a reasonable chance that the Hawk had never seen either of those photographs.
David made a mental note to deal with an obvious leak in his organization. Somehow, news of his assignment to Argentina, and even his cover with the embassy, had managed to filter down to Tuyo. Fortunately, he had changed cover at the last minute! But how did the Argentine security police know that he had arrived? Had someone identified him? Who had been tipped off at the embassy? David's survival sense told him to keep alert. Tuyo might be playing cat and mouse with him. Either that or he had been riding a real stroke of luck this far!
"What time is it, Mr. Rapist?" Yolanda asked, stretching her long body tantalizingly before him.
"A little past one," David replied. "Hell!" she said. "I thought we might have time to see if you could make me faint."
"Some other time."
"Don't count on it," Yolanda said. "I'm a moody bitch. Let me up. We should be going in a few minutes."
David watched the attractive girl slip into her clothes and straighten her lovely hair. What a waste, he thought to himself! She's so pretty, and so damned warped. He pushed her from his mind and again began weighing the information that she had given him. He was glad to know that their information on the Hawk had been accurate, but he wasn't at all pleased that the word was out that the Wolf was in town.
They took a taxi and Yolanda guided the driver through the winding roads in Palermo Park, a huge, lush public park in downtown Buenos Aires. Their exit on the north side of the park was greeted by a series of expensive, fashionable high-rise buildings.
"The American Ambassador lives there," Yolanda remarked, pointing to a magnificent estate overlooking the park. "Just two hundred feet from our headquarters," she added with a laugh.
They alighted from the taxi and David followed the tall, slender girl into an impressive building. They walked directly into the elevator and David noted that she had pushed the button for the penthouse. They were greeted at the elevator door by two solidly built and ugly men who exchanged words in Spanish with Yolanda.
"Come on," she said, taking David's hand, "Sergio is waiting for us."
They walked down a long, narrow corridor and a door at the end opened as they approached. A very well-dressed man with solid-gray hair passed them and nodded with a smile in greeting to Yolanda. David followed the girl through the open door and found himself in one of the most pleasant rooms he had ever seen. One entire wall was glass from floor to ceiling, providing a spectacular view of Palermo Park and downtown Buenos Aires. The building was ultra-modern, yet this room was furnished and decorated with priceless Italian antiques. A handsome, elegantly dressed man with graying hair stood behind his desk to greet them.
"Sergio Mora," the man said as he shook hands with David. "Welcome to our humble country." Before the man could finish, the antique telephone on his desk rang. He picked up the instrument and listened to the voice at the other end, replying in "yes" and "I see" at regular intervals.
After replacing the phone, Sergio Mora exchanged polite conversation with David. David wasn't taken in by the man's suave manner or soft voice. He knew that he was being tested and his mind searched every question for a trap. After a few moments, Mora pushed a button on his desk and three very well-dressed men came into the room. Yolanda rose and started for the door. Not sure of what was expected of him, David rose to follow the girl.
"Stay with us for a moment," Mora said softly, turning to the other men and indicating that they should be seated. "I have just had a report on our problem of this morning," Mora continued as soon as Yolanda had closed the door behind her. "A Peter Martin arrived at the American embassy today."
"Is he our man, the Wolf?" one of the men asked.
"No positive verification, of course," Mora responded, "but he is the only new arrival at the embassy, and he did arrive this morning. He and his wife are staying at the Plaza Hotel."
"I thought the Wolf was single," one of the men commented.
"That was our information," Mora agreed, "but my contact tells me that Martin was married yesterday, so he could very well be our man."
"What do you suggest?" the first man asked.
"I think we should let the Hawk make that decision," Mora replied. "The Hawk has had more experience with men like this than we have. Raul, why don't you go out and call him right now? Tell him what we have found out and see what he suggests. Meanwhile, let me introduce the rest of you to Harold Brockton, our new assistant from the United States."
David rose and shook hands with both of the remaining men and they all exchanged polite conversation until the man named Raul returned.
"You talked to the Hawk?" Mora asked.
"Yes, explaining everything we knew. He wants permission to kidnap Peter Martin's new wife. He doesn't believe the Wolf has married, and the woman may be another agent. He also wants two men and a safe car, plus a safe place for the woman. If we grant permission, that is. Mr. Mora," Raul added, switching to Spanish, "may I see you alone for a moment?"
Sergio Mora excused himself and walked out into the hall with Raul.
"The Hawk wants to move right away," Raul said in a hushed tone. "He seems to think this could be urgent. I didn't know how much you wanted said before the new man."
"Excellent," Mora replied. "Something bothers me about Mr. Brockton. He seems too high powered, too educated and poised for the gangster we contracted for. I am perhaps exerting too much caution. Maybe Mr. Brockton is exactly who is supposed to be. But we play a very dangerous game. The stakes are too high to take chances. I want you to contact our man in the United States and verify Mr. Brockton. In the meantime, we'll keep him busy with minor tasks. Call the Hawk and tell him that I personally do not like the kidnapping idea, but that I agree to his plan because he knows best at the moment. Arrange for the car and help he needs, and instruct them to fly the woman to our lodge in Bariloche. I don't want her in Buenos Aires. Is that understood? Good. You will also convey to the Hawk that I am acting against my better judgment only because he comes so highly recommended."