Chapter 1

On a beach in South America, there is a hotel which looks like a moorish castle. It was built fifty years ago by a shipping tycoon to be his private residence, but after the second world war, his fortunes changed and he was forced to sell it. A few miles of thick tropical jungle separate the castle hotel from mountains that are capped with snow during even the summer. A long white beach on the other side of it curves off down the coast. If you walk far enough you can find a spot where no one will disturb you, take off your clothes and slip into the clear blue sea which is never cold. In one such spot were a young couple. They were from New York and had been married for two days. His name was Tom and hers was Sarah. They lay on a giant beach together.

It was hard to tell Tom's age. He had the body of a young man, but the eyes of a person who has seen a good deal of the world. By profession, he was a narcotics agent for the United States government. He'd been involved in law enforcement one way or another for about ten years. During that time he had observed that most of his colleagues met with an unhappy fate.

Some of them could not live without the excitement of going undercover. Sooner or later they were found out and met with an unhappy ending. Others of his colleagues became fanatics. They thought they were waging a war to end all of the worlds problems They ended up as very bitter people. Neither fate had appealed to Tom. He wanted to lead a good life. That meant enjoying his youth and middle age, retiring with enough time to enjoy everything that life had to offer . He was on the take and in the process of building up his own circle of exclusive clients. People who enjoyed very pure cocaine, along with the security of knowing that they were purchasing it from a federal narcotics enforcement officer. His wife was barely twenty two. She and Tom had met in New York at an establishment on the eastside where she worked as a call girl. A very very expensive call girl.

Her face and figure were almost perfect. Her body was hour glass with full round hips a narrow waist and big round perfect breasts. Her lips were full and wide, her sky blue eyes were very large with almost feline slants. Her hair was the color of straw but felt like silk.

At first their relationship was strictly professional. They had met by accident. He was a regular customer and one night when his current favorite had been unavailable, he chose her. After that she had become his favorite. He'd never fucked anybody like her, and in turn, she never fucked a man like him. Gradually they had become lovers, and after six months he'd asked her to marry him, but with one condition. She must promise not to have sex with any other man, ever again. She had agreed. Now they were on their honeymoon.

Sarah loved Tom and had given him her word without second thought. His mind and body were everything she had ever wanted. It was going to an easy promise to keep. However she did not know Tom's real occupation. She thought that his, or to be more accurate, their luxury apartment, their Mercedes Benz and the summer home on Fire Island were the result of his shrewd abilities in the import export business. There was every reason she should, too. It's what he told her.

Tom was very careful. He'd seen how easily and often people in his line of work were betrayed by both the mistakes and ambitions of those they loved. He loved her more than he loved anyone. It was just that he didn't trust anyone.

Sarah put her arm across Tom's chest. She was laying on her side, curled up against him so that him so that he could feel the pressure of her big full breast against his rib cage. She said "This place is like paradise. We've got a white sandy beach, a warm ocean with a cool breeze and are staying in a place that most people wouldn't even dream of. I'm the luckiest woman in the world."

Tom said, "Well, I'm the luckiest person," and reached over to but his hand on her hip. It was smooth as marble, warm as the sea. "At least I would be if you'd let me sleep." Her hand slid down his stomach to his groin. She took his pubic hairs and curled them around her fingers. She liked the way they were so kinky and curly.

His cock began to get hard. He could feel the warm blood start to fill it up, the flush of sexual desire radiate out from his groin Stroking her cheek, he said, "Well if this is paradise and you got your hand on my groin, who are you."

"Eve." She kissed his nipple and ran her tongue down to his navel. "Eve would you like some wine?"

"Perhaps later," she laughed twirling his pubic hairs between her fingers, "But right now, I think I'd like some cock." With a quick motion she tried to roll up on top of him. He was too quick. Rolling out from under her, he threw his leg across her pelvis and grabbed her wrists. She tried to wrestle with him but he was too strong.

He kept her wrists pinned to the ground got on top of her. Both of them were laughing. "Hey," he said, "You're not Eve. You're my wife."

"Want some wine?" she said with wide eyed innocence.

She knew he didn't want any wine. Not anymore.

"Can you fuck wine?"

"I don't think so."

"Then I don't want any."

"Perhaps a little pussy?"

She pressed her pelvis up against his cock and lifted up her head so that she could kiss him. He drew back his head.

"You're not horny, are you?"

It made her mad that he wouldn't kiss her. She lay her head back down, and tried to turn away from him. "Yeah, I'm horny goddammit. You know I am."

"I wasn't sure."

"But I'm not horny anymore. Let me go."

He laughed, "Sure my little bitch. I'll let you go, but first I'm going to make you come."

That sparked her spirits and letting go of her wrists, he took her face between his hands and plunged his tongue into her hot mouth. Her tongue met his and they pressed against each other, dancing around the inside of their mouths.

At the same time she reached down with both hands and grabbed his balls. They were so full of come that they felt like hard rubber.

His chest pushed down on her boobs. She liked that. She liked it when he took them in his hands and kneaded them as if they were made of dough. Then he sucked on them hard, flicking her hard pert nipples with his tongue, biting them gently with his teeth and then not so gently, forcing out a low moan from her beautiful throat.

When he started to release then, she said harder, squeezing his balls just to make sure he got the message He did.

She screamed when he bit her, and then she moved her hands to his face and stroked his cheek. Her arms moved jerkily, as if she were a zombie. Her muscles were tense, flexed in pleasure and she said, "Oh, you son of a bitch. Goddamit, I love you."

"Yeah?" he said. "What is it you love so much?"

Her breathing was rapid, as if she were gasping. He reached down and grabbed her crotch and he slipped her nipple between his teeth and pulled, stretching her breast, her full breast that felt like a water balloon, into the shape of a pyramid. She arched her spine, her red tongue licking her lower lip.

The real world, the world of sidewalks and genteel conversations, unpaid bills, and important people who were bores meant nothing to her. It never had. She'd discovered that very quickly after arriving in New York finding work as a prostitute. With her looks she could have been a model but she hadn't wanted to be a model. She'd wanted to fuck as many men as she could until she found the one who made her feel the way she knew he would.

"And what exactly is it," Tom repeated, "That you love so much."

He'd pulled back again, his back arched and his elbows fully extended, as if he were going to ram his big cock home. Home where it belonged in the kind of tight warm pussy that men will go to war for.

"Oh," she said, and ran her hands through her hair and making sparks of sunlight. She couldn't really think, not now. Her body was flushed, her nipples painfully hard, her pussy soaked. But, she knew he wouldn't go on unless she answered.

"I love it all. I loved your cock. I love how thick it is, and I love how deep it goes, and how it always goes the right speed."

He tried to look disappointed. "Is that all?"

When was he going to stick it in? Is that all? Is that what he asked?

"And when you come. I like the way it just explodes like a firehose. And your body," she said, 'it's like a greek sculpture."

"Roll over," he said, grinning. "You're embarrassing me."

She did as he told her arching her ass up into the air for him to enter her, and she said, "I'm ready."

He stuck the head of his cock into her cunt and moved it back and forth so that the pleasure of it streamed through his body. With the first stroke her pelvis started to undulate, but then he withdrew it and said with a smile, "You're always ready."

She rolled back over, "Hug me. Hug me and then fuck me." but then in contradiction to her own words she slid under his legs until she could take his balls into her mouth. Her hot breath inflamed him and for a second he thought he was going to come, his hot white jiz spurting up and out into her hair, but instead he swallowed hard, let the pleasure spread through his body. He told her, "We just had a near disaster."

She said, "Arumph," and looked up at him as she gnawed gently on his balls. With her hands she parted his buttocks and stuck two fingers in his ass.

"Oh good golly Miss Molly," he said and tumbled over the beach blanket and into the sand. She moved with without releasing her balls, because that's what they were, her balls, her cock, her man. Her fingers stayed in his asshole and in the back of her mind she thought to himself that this was one son of a bitch who was not quit so spunky. She bit his balls a little and felt him tense up and then she released them flicking them with her tongue as they slid from her mouth.

Keeping her fingers in his ass she knelt off to his side and put his cock into her mouth pursing her lips over the head, running her tongue down the underside.

"That's very nice," he said, "that's very nice."

"Arumph," she replied. Without letting his cock out of her mouth, she straddled him, still working her fingers in his asshole, and leaning back she settled her juicy pink pussy onto his face.

His tongue probed it then found the slit and pushed into it like a hot knife through butter. It tasted like the sea; oh, was it tender. You couldn't get a more tender piece of meat in a Japanese Sushi restaurant.

And as for smoothness the walls of her cunt seemed to him like something fine, something you could only find in a store, the kind of store you can't even go to without an appointment. He wanted to suck her so hard that her insides would come out, but he knew they wouldn't and so he bit her the lips of her vagina, nuzzling her groin with his nose. It smelled good, the mixture of her sexual juices, her sweat, her delicate perfume and for just a second, he thought to himself that he was a very lucky man to marry her. Out on the water a small boat moved along the coast. Tom didn't see it. Neither did Sarah. Why should they?

The boat was not far off shore and it was going slowly. Four men were in it. Four men and a woman. They searched the shore as if they were looking for something, or somebody. But what the hell do you look for when you've been married two days and your wife is sucking on your cock as if she were a human vacuum cleaner? Or when your husband is tonguing your clitoris so that pleasure is running through your whole body with the speed and intensity of a river coming off a mountain?

Not much. Not much at all.

Sara's ass started to jerk around. It bounced like a car with no shock absorbers going over a rough road, and she knew she was about to come. She felt as if Tom were everything, as if the whole world was his cock and his tongue, and when the orgasm started to wrack her body she would not let the pleasure stop her.

In fact she tried to take his whole cock into her mouth. She wanted to swallow it as if it were a sword, and then to get back to his balls so that she could nibble on them while his cock was in her throat. The pleasure flooded her body... It ripped through her like a tidal wave and there was this bright white light. Every time Tom licked her it got brighter.

The juice from her pussy was running down his tongue and into his throat. He swallowed it. His cock was going to explode. It was going to be like an atom bomb at ground zero, a volcano that had been waiting for a thousand years to erupt.

They both came writhing and moaning with feeling that didn't feel like anything else. It was the feeling that every other feeling wanted to be. It was a very good feeling.

It was the feeling of white lights exploding inside your brain until nothing exists except that white light and that energy flowing out of your body and into your partner. A world that two people can share only when they've just given each other the fuck of their life.

When it was over they lay in the sand without moving.

The boat which was moving up the coast had passed them. Neither had seen nor heard it. They had no way of knowing that when the people in the boat had seen them, they had nodded with satisfaction, not because they were happy to see two people enjoying each other with such complete abandon, but because they had found who they were looking for. A quick check with a pair of binoculars had confirmed it.

The boat had kept going around the bend and then when it was out of sight it turned in toward the beach. The people inside the boat buckled on their ammunition belts, strapped their Uzi submachine guns over their shoulders, and when the boat hit the sand three of them jumped out, two men and a woman. Together they pushed the remaining man who sat behind the boat's controls back out into the water.

It took the three people about fifteen minutes to make their way back up the beach to where Tom and Sarah still lay. When they came into sight of the newlyweds, the woman said, "Put on your masks," and from their pockets they pulled out masks which were made of nylon stocking. Pulled over their faces the mesh mashed in their faces so that they looked like poorly formed creatures of clay.

Sarah's head rested on Tom's upper hip. She stared at his soft cock. It seemed so harmless now. He lay with his hands behind his head occasionally sipping from the wine.

"Hey," she said, licking it tenderly. "Where's your hard on? Did take a vacation?"

"Where would it go?" he asked lazily. "Everything it wants is right here."

She sucked on it slowly. "Everything?"

"I mean it's part of a great body. It's on the beach in a remote spot where you can take off your clothes and have sex, drink wine, go for a swim."

She looked up with delight. "Hey, that's a good idea."

"Take a dip?" he asked sitting up.

The two men and a women pressed themselves further into the edge of the jungle. They were less than twenty five yards away and making their way slowly towards the two newlyweds.

"Yeah," said Sarah, "Take a dip."

"Race you." He tried to jump to his feet but before he could catch his balance she pushed, then sprinted towards the warm blue water. He quickly regained his footing and set off in pursuit of her, catching her in the knee-deep water. She wriggled free and scooped a handful of water up at him, then turned and ran out into the water. When it came up to her hips, she dived in head long and started to swim with powerful expert strokes.

Tom dived and set off after her. When he caught her they embraced and sank into the water where they kissed for as long as they could hold their breath.

When they surfaced she floated on her back. Her beautiful big breasts jutted out of the water. Laughing, Tom tried to suck on one, but it made her sink. Sarah said, "Hey, big fella, I thought you'd had enough for awhile."

"How long is a while?"

"Let me see," She dived into the water and grabbed his cock with her hands and pulled on it gently enough not to hurt, but enough so that he gulped some water and submerged.

When they came back up he said, "Hey, let's keep that in working order."

"I'll do you one better," she said. "Let's head back to shore and put it to work."

"Okay Seniorita. Last one back sucks off the other."

"I like a bet where there's no way to lose." She pushed off against his chest with her foot and made post haste for shore. In high school she'd been a championship swimmer. That was all of four years ago.

But when they reached water that was. shallow enough to walk in, Tom made up the ground. Both of them flopped down onto the towel at the same time.

"Tie!" they both said.

"But I'll suck you off! they both said

Tom put his arms around her thin waist, kissed her flat belly which glistened with drops of water. "Oh you're beautiful. Do I deserve you?"

"So far," she said touching his nose with her finger, "But you are on probation."

"Let' fuck. Let's fuck until we're so old that all we want to do is tend the roses and play bridge."

Tom's face became serious for an instant. He said, "I don't ever want to get that old."

"A man in your line of work runs very little risk of that."

Both Tom and Sarah looked up to see who had spoken. It was the voice of a woman. Two men with nylon stockings over their faces were standing above them. They were pointing Uzi submachine guns at Tom and Sarah. A few feet from them stood the woman who had spoken. She said, "On your feet American. Someone wants to talk with you."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Shut up and do as your told. That way no one gets hurt. On your feet both you and this fucking whore."

"Hey if this is a robbery, look I left my wallet at the hotel. I mean," he forced a smile, "I'd be happy to write a check, but that's back there, too."

"Shut up! Get to your feet."

They stood up slowly. Sarah tried to cover her breasts with one arm her pussy with the other.

"Turn around. Face the water."

"Now wait a minute... "

She nodded towards one of the men with the Uzis. He stepped forward and with a lighting fast move rammed the stock of his gun into the pit of Tom's stomach. He doubled over and fell the ground, unable to breathe.

Sarah screamed, "You son of a bitch," and jumped on the man, bringing her knee up into his groin, but she missed and he pushed her roughly to the ground. The strange woman jumped onto her, grabbing her hair with one hand, and putting her knee into Sarah's back.

"Sedate him. Now!" ordered the woman. She was their leader. The man who had hit Tom with the gun pulled a hypodermic from his sleeve and jabbed into Tom's shoulder. From off shore, the motor boat was making toward the beach, it's rapid speed in marked contrast to its former chug a lug rate when the intruders had been searching the shore.

Tom tried to make his feet, but by the time he had stood up, he was foggy eyed and wobbly from the sedative. He fell back down to his hands and knees, shook his head violently to clear it, then collapsed.

Within seconds the boat was on the beach. The two men each draped one of Tom's arms over their shoulder and dragged him off into the boat, where they eased him over the side and onto the floor as if he were a big sack of rice.

"You're a beautiful little whore, aren't you bitch?" said the woman.

"What have we done to you?" The woman's knee was driving into her back. Her mouth was full of sand.

"Carmela, hurry," shouted the boats driver.

The woman reached down, putting all her weight on the knee which drove Sarah into the ground and roughly grabbed first Sarah's right arm and then her left, forcing them behind her back. Then with an the sound of steel, Sarah felt the handcuffs lock shut around her wrists.

"Carmela!" yelled the man.

"Go on. Leave me!" veiled Carmela. She wrenched Sarah's head up cruelly by the hair and laughed. "Look what I have here! I have a rich American whore!"

"Let me go, let me go! What have we done to you? This is our honeymoon, goddamn you, this is our honeymoon," She didn't want to but in her terror Sarah began to cry, her face twisted in fear and helpless rage.

"I'm goin to fuck you, whore, the way North Americans have fucked my country."

"Carmela!" The boat was drifting out to sea.

"Are you soldiers?" Carmela screamed "Can you follow orders?" She pulled out a .45 automatic from her shoulder holster and fired at them. "This is an operation for the people of your country." Pow! Pow! She fired again. "You know where to meet me! Just be there." She fired again.

The bullets splashed around the boat and then the driver throttled it, and headed back to sea. Over the noise of the engine could be heard one last, "Carmela!" As the boat receded out to sea, Carmela leaned down and put the hot barrel of the gun against Sarah's temple.

"You are going to do as I tell you. Am I correct in this regard, my little pussy?" Her knee was still in the small of Sarah's back. Sarah's hair was wrapped around her hand. When Sarah didn't answer she pulled harder.

"You're breaking my back."

That's not all I m going to break, Carmela thought. I'm going to break your spirit, too. God, she hated Americans. It was a passion rivaled only by the intensity with which she loved women.

"Get up." Releasing Sarah's hair, Carmela pulled her up to her feet. As they had crawled through the jungle, they passed through a small clearing between the trees, next to the beach. It was much more secluded than the open expanse of beach. The Americans were lazy. Their wealth and luxury had made them soft physically and mentally. Why else hadn't they sought out such a spot?

Sarah's mind was a mass of confused ideas and sensations. Minutes before she had been enjoying the man she loved and had married. Now, he was gone. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. The barrel of a hot gun pressed against her temple.

"Move!"

In the clearing Carmela tripped her and pushed her to the soft ground. It was half beach, half jungle. Keep her covered with the gun she reached into a pocket, pulled out another pair of handcuffs. She said, "If you move, I'll blast your brains out."

Bending over, she locked one bracelet around Sarah's left ankle, but as she reached for Sarah's other ankle, Sarah tried to kick her.

She didn't care any longer.