Chapter 7
Ignacio Sandoval cursed when he stumbled over a rock as he made a complete round of the Swissstyle chalet. The pilot had helped him carry Jenifer's drugged body inside and place it on the bed. As soon as the pilot left for his return flight to Buenos Aires, Ignacio began his complete inspection of the chalet and grounds. With the approach of winter, the sun had set early and the Hawk had no visual concept of the terrain in this Andean mountain retreat. He purposely didn't use a flashlight. There was no benefit to alerting neighbors or curious passersby that the chalet was occupied.
He rubbed his hands together for warmth as he completed his round and entered the chalet. The warmth of the house emphasized the brisk, cold temperature outside. There was heavy snow not far above the chalet, and the pilot had assured him that in early June the international ski season would begin in Bariloche. Snow and the Hawk were strangers, and Ignacio meant to keep it that way. Bariloche, however, appeared to be the perfect place to execute his contract. Juan Peron was due in the mountain resort for a preseason celebration within a week. As soon as the organization was able to get the details of Peron's visit, Ignacio would make his decision.
He climbed the six steps to the upper level of the chalet and walked into the huge bedroom. Making certain that the drapes were tightly secured, he flipped on the light. Ignacio crossed to the bed and took his first close, unhurried look at Jenifer Martin. He smiled when he felt a stirring in his loins. She's a beautiful piece of ass, he said to himself as he gazed down on her inert body. Jenifer's hair was loose and fanned out beneath her head like a delicate screen of golden silk. The beauty of her young face was radiant in her peaceful sleep. Her sensual lips were parted slightly, showing an even row of lustrous white teeth. She looked like an innocent child.
Ignacio's eyes slowly moved down her body. There was a small itch in his groin as his eyes rested on the helpless nineteen-year-old girl's full chest. The material of her conservative blouse strained against the full, pointed mounds.
"That's quite a set of tits, little girl," Ignacio said aloud, his tongue coursing his lips. He forced his eyes away from her chest and brought them slowly, caressingly over her narrow waist. Jenifer's dress was hiked half way up her rounded thighs and the Hawk's pulse quickened as he ran his eyes longingly over the soft white flesh of her legs.
Imposing an iron will over his body, the Hawk tore himself away from the drugged girl's body. He crossed the room and picked up her purse from the chair where the pilot had left it. He suspected that she was an agent and that her purse would be unrewarding, but his experience and training made him examine it thoroughly. He sat down and began going one by one through the items in Jenifer's bag. He read every document twice, concentrating on the letter of introduction from Jenifer's bank. He studied her driver's license and passport and carefully went through her credit cards.
The Hawk whistled softly to himself as he carefully replaced every item in the young girl's purse. He shook his head with the knowledge that luck had once again favored him. Jenifer Martin was no secret agent! She was an even richer prize, the only daughter of one of the world's wealthiest women. The amount of money that she had in her purse alone would keep ten families for a year in the slums of Caracas! But that was just pocket change to Jenifer's family.
Ignacio glanced over at the drugged girl, noted that her eyes were closed peacefully and that her full, enticing chest was rising and falling evenly, and he left the room to walk thoughtfully downstairs to the living room.
Pouring himself a glass of Argentine brandy, Ignacio walked over to the telephone on an end table by the couch. He sat and considered just how he could best use this gift of providence. When he had formed a tentative plan and tested it from all angles, he picked up the phone and placed a call to Sergio Mora. Within ten minutes, the operator had Mora in Buenos Aires on the line. Ignacio explained the situation, then, in guarded words, told Mora what he wanted to do. Tuyo was to contact Jenifer's mother with a demand for a million dollars in ransom for her daughter. They were to lay the groundwork immediately, but the actual contact wasn't to be made for several days. In the meantime, they could establish the channels to receive the money and work out all the details. The million dollars was to be split between Tuyo and the Hawk.
Sergio Mora offered objections, but Ignacio was firm. When he explained that the money would finance Tuyo's recent activities and help expand the organization, Mora relented.
Ignacio's second demand, that he be allowed to use Jenifer to capture and liquidate the Wolf, met even greater resistance, but he remained firm. A man like the Wolf was a personal threat to Ignacio and he wanted to eliminate him once and for all. Mora finally agreed, with an explicit warning to the Hawk that he should concern himself with the contract that he had accepted and make all other efforts secondary to it.
"We-did not bring you down here to concern yourself with the Wolf or this girl," Mora said firmly. "They are not our problem, and I strongly suggest you address yourself to our problem. I am willing to cooperate this far because I feel that perhaps this will contribute to your success, but I now wish to see some concrete effort toward that success. Am I understood?"
Ignacio assured Mora that he understood and promised him unqualified success on the contract. He smiled to himself when he replaced the receiver on the cradle. With a little luck, Ignacio knew he would soon be half a million dollars richer and a potentially dangerous enemy would be eliminated forever. He crossed the room and refilled his glass with the excellent-tasting brandy. The Hawk seldom consumed alcohol. He knew that he was an ugly drunk, and a man in his profession simply could never afford to be in a position where his senses were dulled. But there was no danger to him in this lonely mountain cabin, and luck had certainly smiled upon him this day. He drained the glass and filled it again as he chuckled aloud about his good fortune in coming up with a prize like the pretty little rich bitch upstairs.
Jenifer was the epitome of everything Ignacio Sandoval hated, a rich, spoiled, fair-skinned American. She reminded him of the girl he had raped in high school. Only this one was better looking. He had to admit that Jenifer appeared to have quite a body. Tossing the warm, amber liquid down his throat, Ignacio again refilled his glass. A tingling sensation began to burn in his crotch as he thought about how he would enjoy humbling this proud bitch with his huge penis.
Why not? Ignacio knew that the alcohol in his system was clouding his judgment, but he could see no reason why he shouldn't enjoy himself and humble this little rich girl. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. She was going to be his bait for the Wolf. Why not make her the willing bait? He reasoned that he had nothing to lose, and it would make the waiting vigil a pleasant interlude. Refilling his glass again, Ignacio walked unsteadily up the steps to the bedroom.
He stood in the door to the bedroom for a long moment, staring at the helpless beauty on the bed. She was still sleeping soundly, but he knew that the effect of the drug that he had administered wouldn't last much longer.
Draining his glass in one long gulp, Ignacio walked silently into the room. He moved quietly to the side of the bed and stood gazing down at the pretty nineteen-year-old girl's lush body. Her expensive jewelry and elegant clothes made his resentment of her kind rise. Ignacio knew that this girl had never wanted for a thing in her life, that she was one of the many who wrinkled her nose when she saw the poor of the world.
He reached down and firmly touched her arm. Jenifer didn't move and Ignacio smiled. The drug still had complete control of her young body. That would make his first task easier. He went downstairs and found a piece of nylon rope. Cutting it into four equal lengths, he returned to the bedroom. Through the acoholic haze in his brain, he cautioned himself not to awaken the helpless girl until he had her stripped naked and tied to the bed. Then he would awaken her slowly and in his own way.
Removing her outer garments was an awkward process, particularly in Ignacio's slightly intoxicated state. He pulled her shoes off and unbuttoned her skirt. Then he lifted her buttocks from the bed and slipped her skirt down. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, but he finally managed to open it and slip it from her shoulders as he lifted her back from the mattress. His fingers worked for a long moment before they finally succeeded in unsnapping her bra. Ignacio slipped it free of her shoulders and dropped it on top of her other clothes on the floor.
He straightened himself to clear his swimming head from bending over the bed. There was a rumbling, quaking sensation in his groin as he gazed down at her naked breasts. They were larger and more perfectly shaped than he had dared imagine! Twin mounds that stood at perfect attention on her proud chest, each capped with a ripe strawberry for a nipple! Why did nature favor someone like this, someone who had every thing a human being could want? She could have been ugly, even deformed, and her money would still have provided everything that the world could offer!
The Hawk allowed his eyes to travel slowly down her luscious body. Her skin was a soft, glowing white, like cream covering golden peaches. Her waist was slender and her full hips flared out voluptuously. Through her sheer panties he could see her full pubic mound. Curls of blonde pubic hair escaped from beneath the elastic leg bands of her panties, and the material dipped into a slit to outline her vagina. His tongue coursed his lips as he stared at the helpless girl's mound of pleasure. He would teach her what that was for!
Leaning down, he lifted her tail from the bed and pulled her garter belt and panties free of her hips. He felt his penis spring hard when the soft, golden hair of her pubic mound came into view. His muscles became tense when he felt her body twist and he heard her moan softly in her drugged sleep. There will be time to appreciate her body later, he reminded himself, yanking her panties, garter and stockings off and tossing them on the floor. Without stopping to gaze at her naked sex, Ignacio quickly and efficiently spread her body on the bed and tied her arms and legs to the four comers of the heavy wood frame. He tested his knots to make sure that they wouldn't cut her skin yet were secure enough to hold her no matter what she did, then backed away and allowed his hungry eyes to feast on her naked, helpless body. Standing at the foot of the bed, he stared directly up into her vagina. He could see the tender, thin lips of her vulva, the pink meat of her genital area, and the dark-red opening of her sex. How fortune had smiled upon him to place this proud, wealthy, gorgeous young girl completely at his disposal!
Ignacio felt his penis straining against his pants, and while he continued staring into her open vulva he casually unbuttoned his pants and forced them down over the pole sticking out from his body. They fell to the floor about his feet as his straining organ sprang free. His underpants were stained from urine and the lubricating juices of his penis, and his shirt had circles under the arms where he had been perspiring as he struggled with the girl's clothing. He kicked his shoes free and stood naked by the bed, his hand automatically grasping his huge penis and stroking it sensuously as he looked at the naked young girl that he would use to satisfy his every whim. He wanted to jump on top of her and penetrate her until she woke up screaming with pain and pleasure, but he controlled himself. He would use her slowly, enjoy every inch of her voluptuous young body.
Jenifer's lovely face was turned toward him as he knelt on the bed. Excitement surged through Ignacio's system when he pictured the Wolf's expression if he could see him now with his long, thick, moist penis just inches from Jenifer's innocent face! He drew the foreskin back, making the angry red tip of his organ pop free. Slowly, he massaged his penis until the head was covered with a light lather. Moving forward, he brought the tip of his throbbing organ just inches from her lovely, soft lips. He poised there for a moment, inhaling the sweet, fresh, perfume of her hair and letting the beauty of her young face fill his eyes, then he jerked his hips and brought his penis to touch her mouth, laying the wet, sticky underside of the lathered head between the small valley formed by her closed pink lips. Placing one thumb under her delicate nose and the other on her smooth chin, he pulled slowly out until her lips parted and his organ dropped between them to rest on her row of pearly white teeth. The soft flesh of her pale pink, puckered lips formed a furrow along the length of his heavy organ. The touch of her warm lips along his sex sent tiny electric shocks racing through his body.
He flexed his hips slightly back and forth until several small drops of his lubricating fluid oozed from the swollen head of his manhood and slipped into the furrow of her young lips. The glistening white liquid coated her lips and he could feel the warm breath escaping from her nostrils caress his throbbing organ. Staring at the erotic scene he had created, he could see small rivulets run slowly down the comers of her lovely mouth on either side. Ignacio had to put down a strong urge to stroke his penis until it shot its load all over her lovely mouth and face. There would be time for that later.
Taking his organ in his hand, he moved it across her cheek. He stared at the slick trail it left on her soft white skin as he brought the swollen head to her tightly closed eye. Massaging it, he forced a heavy drop of lubricant to fall into first one eye and then the other. Then he moved the heavy weapon across her other cheek and brought the angry red tip into her lovely ear. Before he was through, he would stick his huge masculinity into every opening in her innocent young body!
Ignacio smiled as he clamped his thumb and forefinger on her nostrils and saw her mouth open to allow her to breathe. Holding his long, thick shaft in his hand, he guided it to her open lips. He massaged his organ until heavy drops of lubricant coated her lips, then he flexed his hips so that the swollen head of his organ drove into her mouth. Then he released her nostrils so she could breathe through her nose and gazed down at the exciting sight of his penis spearing her lovely young mouth. It was all he could do to keep himself from shoving his meat deep into her throat and pumping his hips until he exploded in her mouth.
The demanding ache in his loins told him that it was time to waken his helpless, gorgeous young slave.