Chapter 7
Dr. Ramirez was in the habit of working very, very late into the night, long, long after the rest of the camp, save for the sentries had gone to bed. He was essentially holding down two jobs, that of an archaeologist, and that of a revolutionary. He wrote a lot, which detailed the discoveries of his team, corresponded with others in his field, and at the same time, formulate policy for when the revolution took power. He needed to stay in touch with the governments which were financing this fledgling revolution, and at the same time keep abreast of developments in his own country as well as those in other South American countries, even Africa.
He thought to himself that it was a shame Carmela had found the man to be uncooperative. She'd told him it might be days before they had everything from him that he needed. Aside from his compassion for the man, it was also disappointing news because the government which had commissioned this kidnapping in return for funds which would go to finance the revolution was going to be unhappy. Well, he thought to himself, that couldn't be helped.
At perhaps one in the morning it was time for even the dedicated doctor to catch some sleep to rest. He switched out his light and went to his bedroom, on the way stopping in to look at his darling, Pamela. She was his sixteen year old daughter and while the rest of his family was that night safely asleep in a large city several hundred miles away, he had asked Pamela if she would accompany him and she had agreed. Their relationship was extraordinarily close.
She was asleep, her long dark hair flowing out from her and onto her pillow. Sitting down beside her, he stroked that beautiful hair and thought to himself that he was a very fortunate man to have a daughter such as her. He often told himself that with out the solace and comfort which she offered to him the revolution would collapse.
At the touch of his hand, she woke up gently and without a start.
"Father"' she said.
"Pamela," He bent over and kissed her on the lips. As their tongues touched each other and rekindled the passion which they felt for each other and which never quite dimmed, she reached up and pulled him onto her.
His dick got hard and he told himself that no, it was not at the idea of sex, but with the love he felt for this beautiful child.
Her skin was smooth and dry, her lips so full and ripe.
Her tongue was wicked.
"So papa, are you done working for the night. It's so late."
"Yes, I'm done."
"Get under the covers."
"Let me take my clothes off."
His body was thin but wiry. For an intellectual and academic, he was in fact very strong.
Under the covers, he went straight for her sweet young muff. It had a freshness that was very invigorating. The tissues were still so soft and firm.
As his tongue licked her vagina, Pamela thought of her fortunate she was to have a father who took such good care of her. Many of the fathers of her friends paid their daughters almost no attention at all. Her father was the opposite in that regard.
She could feel the juices secreting from her tender pussy and it thrilled her in a way that nothing else possible could.
As he licked her, he thought to himself of how badly he wanted to make this revolution succeed and of how he wanted to give his daughter a life that had been impossible for the people of his generation to enjoy. They would have universities and teachers who were committed to making the children of this land into the best educated race in the world.
She stifled a gasp of ecstasy. Her papa's tongue was like a little mouse down there, running this a way and that. It felt so soft and furry.
She caressed his hair gently and thought to herself that it was a shame the way it was thinning out. He had so many worries. He carried so much on his shoulders. It was a privilege for her to ease his burden.
"Papa," she whispered, "Please, kiss me."
When his tongue thrust into her mouth, she could taste to tartness of her own juices. His weight settled on her and she felt as if he were crushing her. Then his cock searched for her opening, poking and prodding her, until it slipped in.
Instead of immediately setting about to pump away, he left her eager mouth, licked the rim of her nipples with his tongue, sucking and kneading them as if he wanted to draw milk from them.
Her breasts were not large, but rather were firm and solid, perfectly shaped little apples.
"Papa," she moaned. "Oh papa!"
"Yes darling. What do you want to tell papa?"
"Just not to stop, to never stop."
He chuckled and resumed sucking her firm little tits, switching first from one and back to the other. Very slowly, he started to slide his cock back and forth in her vagina.
She grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers, kissing him with a passion that knew no restraint.
Her lithe body responded to his slow deep thrusts with quick undulations.
Stroking her forehead, he told her slowly, "Slowly Pamela, slowly. We are in no hurry."
Her tongue shot into his ear, and the sound of its licking seemed to vibrate through his head with a quite pleasant sensation.
"I like the other way better," she said and to comply with her, he withdrew his cock slowly and gently, lifting himself up to all fours so that she could roll over.
As she arched her small little ass into the air, he planted his cock deep inside it. Grabbing her hips, he slid her back and forth on it. She was so light, so delicate and frail.
"Unh!" she bit her lip so that she would not cry out. For hours she lay there her waiting and hoping that he would come to visit her and then finally just as she'd given up and fallen asleep, he had appeared like something out of a dream.
She loved the sensation of his strong but gentle hands on her hips and ass, rocking her back and forth, stroking her pussy with love at each thrust.
His cock in her she felt complete in a way that nothing else ever made her feel; not good grades in school, not being with the family at Christmas, not even when the young men came around and gave her presents.
Gently, he forced her to lie down and then worked his hands underneath her body and covered her firm breasts with his hands. He worked the flesh of her sweet little tits as if they were dough.
Reaching down, she placed her own small hands over his big ones and guided his slow massage, showing him how she wanted him to knead harder and with faster action.
He bit the back of her neck, her ear reached around her head with his own so that by turning, she could thrust her soft tongue into his mouth.
The deep thrusts never stopped.
She could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten as he worked his pelvis back and forth. He could feel her firm little ass tense and relax with the pleasure of his thrusts.
"Go so deep papa that it will never come out. Just make it go deeper and deeper until it is lost inside me and it can never get back out."
"You're so silly," he said tenderly, squeezing her breasts and biting her ear at the same time.
With her head on the pillow and her long hair spreading across the white linen like a flowing stream she asked, "Will we live like this forever? I will never fall in love with someone else. I could not live if I had to be separated even for a day."
"Yes," he said. "Someday we will be separated. I'll be old and it will be time for you to find a man who can take care of you and your children."
She said, "No. I shall never let another man touch me. All day and even in the night, I feel like a ghost when you are not here. The only thing which can bring to life is when your manhood is inside me and it is burrowing into me. "Alright, my child," he said. She was so innocent. He knew that someday a handsome and gallant young man would win her heart and that when that happened, she would marry him and they would have a family.
Arching his back he drove his cock deeper into her, as deep as it would go. His fingers bit into her flesh, and he could feel her hard little nipples work back and forth against his palm. His love for her trebled when he thought to himself of how much she reminded him of her mother who was his wife. She was a woman who no man could fail to feel blessed to have as his own. He could feel that she was truly aroused now. His dick was sliding through her tender cunt like a ship through the water.
She was breathing hard, in quick short gasps. Her fingers were entwined around his own fingers and with each thrust of his rock hard cock into her she would gasp.
Lifting herself up partially, she pulled his right hand into her mouth, kissing and sucking on it with frenzied passion.
He released her other hand and reaching down, placed the fingers of it inside her cunt and stroked her delicate clitoris with his thumb. The lips of her pussy parted way for him as the red sea had done for Moses.
Reaching behind her head, her hands explored for his face with her fingers extended straight out with the intensity of her passion. When she found his face she stroked it, tried to hold it.
Then she could feel her orgasm start to build and it felt as if she were nowhere and everywhere, as she were underneath the sky and beneath the ocean. The sensation of pleasure rolled out from her groin like an unbroken sequence of tidal waves, one rolling in right after the other and then another one.
His own orgasm was more gentle, but it was incredibly intense, starting out slowly and without any real indication of the strength with which it ended, building and building until it felt so deep that it seemed to be coming from the souls of his feet. Jizm just seemed to pump and pump out and from the depths of his pleasure he was for a second alarmed that everything inside him was going to be pumped out and that when this was over he would be empty. Then the pleasure became such that he didn't have the strength to harbor any thoughts.
Carmela's duties as Dr. Ramirez's executive assistant prevented her for getting back to Tom until late in the evening. She was aglow with happiness as she climbed down the log ladder.
When he heard her, he was both terrified that she was going to resume questioning him and anxious for the company of any person, no matter how cruel they might be. What he wanted to do was ask her who Sarah was. He knew that whoever Sarah was, she was important to him, but he couldn't remember who she was.
Carmela patted him on the head, apologizing for the length of time which she had been forced to stay away. It felt good to Tom that she would touch him, but then she started chatting eagerly about the questions she had to ask him and at the same time, she leaned down and secured the cord around his testicles.
On the other hand she did remove the hood and gag. She'd also remembered to bring him some water. Tilting back his head by grabbing his hair, she poured it in until he was choking. Then she kissed him on the lips, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. She had never kissed a man on the lips after she had been abused at the hands of the man who ran the banana plantation and it was something she had been anticipating all day.
Getting back to her feet, she took off her jumpsuit. Underneath it, she wore a black silk bra and panties. "Do you like them?" she asked twirling around and around like a model.
'Yes," he said. "Yes, I like them very much." His eyes were dull and his mouth was hung open.
"Now," she bent over and picked up the rope. "I have been thinking all day of which questions to ask. Are you listening?" She pulled on the rope. A dull aching pain spread out from his groin. "Yes,"
She felt some remorse and pulled Ms head to her breasts. "I don't want to hurt you, I'm sure you understand that. It's just that I have to for us to share this love we've found."
"Yes." he said.
She stood back up and unfastened her black silk bra so that it fell to her feet and slid out of her panties. "Now, what I wanted to ask is if you think tha'm beautiful?"
He said, "Yes," and held his breath, waiting for the tug on the cord, but none came.
"Yes, I knew you would. I have been waiting all day to ask you." She wrapped her thighs around his head. He forced his tongue through the lips of her vagina and started to lick. The feeling of his tongue against her clitoris was exquisite.
"Would you like to live with me forever?" From the side of his eyes he could see that she had wrapped the cord around her hand. Without letting up on the licking he nodded his head in assent.
She said, "I will have to leave the revolution to more dedicated people. As I went about my work today, I realized, that all of this, the guns, the marching, the fanaticism, it was for me nothing but a substitution for a sexual relationship with a member of the opposite sex." She tugged on the cord playfully and said, "I have discovered your cock. It is my member of the opposite sex. You will find me to be extremely intelligent and in my own way, quite considerate." He eased up on his licking in order to catch his breath, but she said, "Please, please, don't stop." and he resumed licking with renewed energy. She sighed, "Ah, thank you."