Chapter 2
She didn't care whether Carmela shot her or not, but the kick missed and with a quick practiced movement Carmela caught her free foot and locked the other bracelet. Sarah was helpless.
"Cunt!" Carmela screamed and shot at Sarah, trying less to hit her than to scare her. The shot missed and then Carmela said to herself that she was going to have to calm down. She pulled off the nylon stocking mask and shook her hair free. She was truly beautiful. Dark olive skin, bright green eyes.
There was no hurry now, and she pulled out a cigarette. As she smoked it, she watched her prisoner, studying her big tits and round hips. This was going to be fun.
At first Sarah struggled against the cruel handcuffs but there was no way to escape. She watched Carmela with terror. Everything had been so perfect.
As she smoked the cigarette Carmela thought of her hatred for the North Americans and the day it had been instilled in her. The foreman of the banana plantation where her father worked had raped her while her whole family watched helplessly. After that she had sworn never to rest until her people were free.
At the age of seventeen she'd won a scholarship to Harvard, graduated in political science, then gone back to her country to help with the revolution.
When the cigarette was done she stood up and stripped off her military jump suit. Underneath it she wore only a bra of black mesh and a G-string with a triangular black patch over her cunt. Her nipples were already hard and the juices in her cunt were about to slosh out, run down her thigh.
As he advanced toward Sarah, she thought to herself about how desirable a little North American she had here. With slow deliberate motions she sat on Sarah's thatch so that Sarah's pubic hairs tickled her own drenched pussy.
Sarah closed her eyes, tried to look away. Every muscle in her body was tensed. "I'm going to like this," Carmela said. "And so are you." She cupped her hands on Sarah's big breasts, felt the nipples push into the palm of her hand despite herself, Sarah's body was responding. Carmela's tongue shot into her ear, her teeth bit into Sarah's ear lobe.
"Please, no." Sarah whispered. Carmela didn't bother to answer. Sarah could feel her juices begin to flow.
"You're nothing but a whore," said Carmela. "When I'm done perhaps I'll leave you here for the jaguars." Sarah strained against the handcuffs. The weight of Carmela's body pushed her in the ground, and then Carmela took her hair, turned Sarah's head towards her and snaked her tongue into Sarah's mouth. Sarah moaned, unclenched her teeth. The tongue shot inside, and their tongues pushed against each other. Their breathing became fast.
"Yes," Carmela said, "So much for your inhibitions." Her hand grabbed Sarah's cunt, felt the heat of it's pulsating desire, and then she shot her fist up inside. It was like diving into a warm bath. Sarah shrieked with pain. As Carmela's fist worked around inside her, she started to writhe slowly.
"Let my hands go," she moaned. "I want to love you with everything."
"I don't think so," Carmela said, "I don't think so at all. Not until you prove it."
Sarah's hands ached to knead Carmela's huge breasts, to caress Carmela's passionate body, but they couldn't. The handcuffs held her hands securely behind her back. The cold metal was beginning to constrict her circulation. The steel rings bit into her wrists.
With her mouth, Sarah reached for Carmela's breast. Finding it, she ran her tongue around the diamond hard nipple, sucked on it as if it were freedom from the sexual passion which made every nerve in her body yearn to be sucked and fucked. With cruel delight, Carmela yanked her fist out of Sarah's cunt. Sarah screamed.
"Did I cause you any discomfort?" asked Carmela tenderly.
"No," Sarah lied, "You surprised me."
"I want you to eat my pussy," said Carmela. "I want you to eat it as if your life depended on it."
She sat on Sarah's face. The hot humid smell of cunt made Sarah frantic with passion. She took Carmela's labia between her teeth and then she let go and searched for Carmela's clitoris with her tongue. It wasn't hard to find. She licked it tenderly.
"Harder, little whore," said Carmela. " I need to be convinced you like it."
Sarah turned her head, Carmela's wet pussy slid across her face and left a shiny trail of come juice.
She told Carmela, "I've never felt this way before."
"That's because men are nothing but pigs."
"Let me go," Sarah pleaded.
Carmela laughed. "You were doing so well. I'll let you go when and if I feel like it. Why should I let the jaguars go hungry when I can feed them a succulent North American pig. Tell me. Why should I?"
Sarah realized that no matter what she said or did, Carmela would not take off the handcuffs until Carmela felt like it. It didn't matter.
As Sarah's tongue ran over her pussy Carmela felt sheer delight, both at the physical pleasure of Sarah's tongue and the knowledge that Sarah was not only helpless, but that Sarah's own body had betrayed her and she was responding eagerly to Carmela's body. She felt Sarah's hot tongue slide off her clit and into her vagina. It thrust in and out. It reached around for her asshole and Carmela shifted her position so that it could thrust into her rectum. The waves of pleasure were indescribable.
"Stick your nose into my pussy. I want you to fuck me with your nose."
Sarah wasn't stupid. She knew to do as she was told. The warm moist flesh of Carmela's cunt parted way. The smell was overpoweringly delicious. It made Sarah want to go into an insane frenzy. She tried to caress Carmela with her hands but there was no way. When she tried to breath, the delicious juices ran into her nose, then down her throat.
For the first time, Carmela moaned. She eased her pussy off Sarah's face. With a quick motion she slapped Sarah in the side of the head with all her strength. The sting shot through Sarah's body and down into her cunt where it felt warm.
Bending down to Sarah's face Carmela whispered, "You are very, very adequate." They kissed again. Their tongues were hot.
Carmela slid her tongue down to Sarah's protruding nipples. Taking one between her teeth she pulled it out stretching it. Then she released it. Her tongue traveled down to Sarah's navel and then to her pussy.
"Should I make you come?"
"Please," Sarah moaned, "Oh God please."
"But after you come and after I come, what then?" Carmela shrugged "Do I leave you for the jaguars? Do I put a bullet through your head, maybe your pussy?"
"I don't care. Just let me come. Let me suck you." In her passion, Sarah was incoherent.
Carmela shrugged, "As you will."
She stuck her cunt into Sarah's face and leaned forward, her tongue on Sarah's clitoris. It was very hard. She took the nub between her teeth and chewed on it with a gentleness that up until now was uncharacteristic.
Sara said, "Oh, Jesus," and tried to spread her legs but could not because of the handcuffs. It felt like they were slowly cutting off her hands and feets. It only served to high-light the incredible pleasure Carmela was giving her. She had to repay her. She had to make Carmela, feel like she felt. She bit the inside of Carmela's thigh, and Carmela tried to half-consciously escape the bite of love, Sarah refused to release it, until she felt a trickle of blood. Only then did she transfer her attention to Carmela's cunt.
As Sarah's tongue reamed the first few tender inches inside her vagina, Carmela felt for the first time some compassion for this passionate woman. She thought to herself that here at last was a woman who knew how to love another woman. Who knew how to love another woman with total abandon. Why had she become a slut of the US government, She wished that she could take Sarah up into the mountains. Unfortunately, that was unthinkable. All these things she thought only half-consciously as her tongue probed deep into Sarah's pink pussy. For a slut it was a very firm pussy. Her juices tasted like nectar.
Out in the ocean, the speedboat headed out of sight. Tom's naked body slumped on the floor, the two revolutionary soldiers standing over him, waiting for the slightest resistance. There had been a misunderstanding and it was their belief that he was an operative of the CIA. Waves of ecstasy shot through Sarah's body. It was a world she'd never known. Her own teeth bit into her lips as she struggled to not cry out.
Carmela could feel Sarah starting to come and with ruthless patience she maintained the slow firm rhythm of which her tongue glided back and forth across Sarah's clit.
Sarah wanted to escape this pleasure. She felt as if she were somewhere from which she could never return, from some world where your nerves are so sensitive that the wind feels like a lover's tongue. And she realized that is was not the wind. It was her lover's tongue.
The tongue of her lover.
Carmela continued to suck the juices from the young American beauty. She could taste the sweet pussy juice filling her mouth, rolling in sweet small waves down her throat. The pussy that now lay before her gave her such satisfaction, much more than any mere man could, in a thousand years.
Carmela had stopped her search for satisfaction too soon, she thought in a haze, orgasm after orgasm making her body bounce on the jungle's floor. She had made a critical error. She should have explored all possibilities. She should have looked toward women, as well as men.
Sarah wanted to bring up her hands so that she could grab Carmela's wide hips. She wanted to rake Carmela's butt with her fingernails. She wanted to wrap her legs around Carmela's head so that Carmela could never escape her. Instead the handcuff bit into her flesh. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back. Her ankles locked tightly together.
She moaned, "Oh, Carmela, Carmela, Carmela."
The orgasm would not quit. It felt like the cock of some god had filled her body and yet she knew that Carmela had no cock, but oh, sweet Jesus did Carmela have a tongue.
The first waves of ecstasy passed and Carmela did not stop. Now Sarah's clit was hypersensitive. Each lick felt as if Carmela's tongue had gone straight to the core of the young girl's being.
Sarah nuzzled the inside of Carmela's sweet thigh, then she resumed the part and reached her tongue up into Carmela's nub. As she did, drops of cunt juice from Carmela's soaking pussy splashed into Sarah's face. She stopped to lick off the liquid she could reach on her face with her own tongue.
Carmela rocked backwards as she felt Sarah's tongue enter her. The weight and flesh was suffocating but Sarah couldn't stop, not after what Carmela had just done for her.
Her tongue took on a life of its own, lapping at Carmela's heavy juices, slurping Carmela's labia as if it were a piece of juicy meat. Sarah craved meat, and if only her hands were free! If only Carmela would trust her!
As for the orgasms that started to flow through Carmela's body, she found she could not keep licking Sarah's puss. The pleasure was too intense. It was too distracting. It was like nothing she had felt before.
"My slut. My whore. My bitch," she moaned. Her hands reached for Sarah's calves.
They clasped them with an iron grip, biting deep into the flesh.
There was part of Carmela, a very strict part, which thought it was wrong to enjoy pleasure while the people of her homeland were going hungry exploited by American millionaires whose only thoughts were their yachts and whores. For a brief instant she thought of her pistol and of shooting this whore who had seduced her. But then the first orgasms rolled through her.
But deep down in her heart, Carmela knew that she had discovered something very rare. She knew that she had discovered love.
The coming would never stop. She wanted it to never stop.
She hated herself for enjoying pleasure like this.
She knew that she loved Sarah.
Carmela's juices covered Sarah's dripping face and rolled down her neck, and still the beautiful American Tourist kept licking. She needed to feel Carmela's touch. She was afraid that when it was over Carmela would leave her handcuffed and helpless in the jungle to wait for the night and with it the jaguars. She was driven by fear, desire and passion.
Finally Carmela simply collapsed, rolling off Sarah's side, in less than a few seconds she returned to Sarah, laying on her so that their plump breasts pushed against each other. The sweat from their bodies made them slide back and forth.
Carmela stroked Sarah's hair. She whispered into Sarah's ear, "Oh, little bitch. Little slut. Why are you a North American? What made you become the lover of an agent for the CIA?" She kissed Sarah tenderly on the cheek and then she gently kissed Sarah's full lips.
Now that their pleasure was over, the handcuffs were more painful than ever. But Sarah said nothing. She was afraid. Drained and afraid Carmela would leave her. Tears trickled down from her eyes, and to her surprise she noticed Carmela was also crying as she gently stroked Sarah's body.
"Do you know what you government agents do to my country?"
Sarah whispered, "He's not a government agent.'.
"And what is he?"
"He's in the export business."
"After what we just shared you still lie to me?" It made Carmela sad.
"I'm not lying. That's what he does. I've known him for over a year."
"And he told you he was in the import export business? Little fool." She took Sarah's soft nipple into he mouth.
Several miles down the coast, the little boat pulled up onto a beach. Small truck with a covered back was waiting. The guerilla's lifted Tom from the boat and dragged him across the sand. With little ceremony they crudely dumped the unconscious body into the truck, then turned and waved to the boats boat driver. He pushed the small craft back out to sea and set off for a dock further down coast. The other two guerillas climbed into the back of the truck. It disappeared into the jungle.
Carmela sucked on Sarah's super-sensitive nipple. The quietness of gentleness of her sucking was soothing as a lullaby. Out just at the edge of the water shore birds circled in the air and called to each other. It was late afternoon and the sun was three-quarters of the way across the pure blue sky.
"Are you going to kill me?" asked Sarah. Her eyes were moist and her voice trembling. She did not want to die.
Carmela's hand went down to Sarah's cunt, and she grabbed it hard enough to make Sarah wince with pain. " Do you know what the deliberate policies of your government do to my country?"
"No," Despite herself she started sobbing. Her wrists and ankles felt like they were on fire.
Until that moment, Carmela had been undecided about Sarah's fate. The strict side of her mandated that she kill Sarah, the sacrifice her to the revolution, but as she felt Sarah's body tremble beneath her own body, she knew that she would not be able to kill Sarah. She knew that she loved her and that nothing she did would ever change that.
"It doesn't matter," said Carmela with sudden softness. 'You are only a little girl. You are a little girl who has had enough passion in her to start a dozen revolts... If I was totally true to my revolution I would shoot you with no mercy and leave your body on the beach with a warning on it for other North Americans, but I am not totally true to the revolution. You will live. As for the man whose slut you have become, I cannot say. He will be interrogated and then tried by a people's court."
Sarah nodded "her head, "Thank you.'
"Perhaps time will prove that it's not you who is the fool, but rather me instead."
"My husband is not in the CIA. You have my word on it."
Carmela was ashamed of her weakness for letting Sarah live and her insistence that her husband was not a CIA Operative angered her. She sat up and slapped Sarah so had that it cut the side of Sarah's mouth, then jumped to her feet.
'Don't lie to me." Her breasts were perfect. They did not droop and their curve was with the same geometric grace of a ski jump. They were big, like ripe melons, the mesh braid slid down to her rib cage and she pulled it back up so that it molded to her sweat covered body.
Sarah rolled on her side. Her buttocks were caked with traces of decayed vegetation and her golden hair was tangled in knots. Her ankles and feet along with her wrists were white from lack of blood. It felt like needles jabbing into her limbs.
Had Tom lied to her?
Import export was a pretty vague term, but how could a CIA agent afford a luxury of their apartment and the lifestyle which she and Tim enjoyed. No, she knew that Carmela was wrong.
"Where have you taken him?" said Sarah.
"He's gone my loving little bitch. You'd better start to look for a new sugar daddy. When we're through with him, your agents are going to have an example which will make them think twice before they conduct illicit activities here again.
"Have you taken him into the mountains?"
"Yes." said Carmela and laughed. "We've taken him into the mountains. Join us for a visit." She leaned down and unlocked the handcuffs around Sarah's ankles. The blood flowed back into them and tingled even more. When Carmela tried to put Sarah on her feet she could barely stand.
"Go back to the hotel. Forget about him. If you see him again, it will be a miracle."
"No." She turned and picked up the nylon mask and put it in her pocket.
"You don't walk with your hands."
"They hurt."
"It's only a mile or two back to the hotel. When it really hurts think about the revolution. Think about what your country has done to mine."
Sarah looked at the ground. She was going to have to walk into the lobby naked.
"You were passionate, little bitch," said Carmela and smiled. She took Sarah's chin in to her hand and lifted it, then kissed her deeply on the mouth, then turned and walked into the jungle.