Chapter 8
He licked and licked Carmela's pussy. He had dim memories of a time before he had been here. It was a time when he had not been handcuffed, and he remembered that he did not have a collar around his neck or the tight cord around his balls. He had a feeling that it was the time when he had known Sarah. He wondered if she were going to help him. Maybe that was why he remembered her name.
As he licked, Carmela squeezed his head between her strong thighs and ruffled his hair with her hands. She talked about the thing they would do together in the future, and as she talked, the juices from her cunt rolled down off Tom's chin. His cock was incredibly hard by now.
"Oh look," she said. "Look at your cock. It's like an arrow."
She got down on her hands and knees and looked at it. The truth was that she had never really seen an erection before today. When the banana man had raped her, she had not seen anything, had kept her eyes squeezed shut.
She put it in her mouth and tried to see how far back into her throat she could swallow it. Tom liked the way it felt. He thought to himself that he liked it when she sucked him off more than he liked to lick her. He only licked her because he didn't want her to pull on the cord, but he thought it felt good when she sucked him off.
He looked down at her as she crouched on her knees and elbows. He thought her ass was very pretty, and for a moment he imagined sinking his teeth into it. That would be fun. Then he heard himself ask, "Do you know who Sarah is?"
She stopped sucking him off long enough to say, "Sarah is your wife."
He said, "Oh."
His wife.
For Carmela it was almost as erotic to suck his swollen cock as it was to have him lick her cunt. She thought to herself in the future that she would spend a lot of time sucking his cock. It was so hard and warm. His testicles were somewhat swollen from the yanks she had given to the cord, but she did not know that and was amazed by their size. Then with a sudden sense of resolve, she decided that she wanted to feel his cock inside her. She changed the position of her smooth dark skinned body and eased herself down on his cock.
It was incredible. It seemed to fill her whole being. Not just her juicy tight cunt, but her stomach and her breasts and her brain. It was fulfillment that she had only thought would come to her when the revolution triumphed.
She had been so misled. All this time in the jungle, the conspiracies, the details they'd had to work out; all of that turned out to be a simple matter of finding a man that she could place in bondage and then use his cock for whatever she wanted. It was not at all difficult.
"Tom," she whispered, "Tom, do you know how good you make me feel?" and before he could answer, she kissed him with her hot tongue that was wicked with what it needed to obtain satisfaction from a man and innocent with the whole hearted pleasure she derived from it. His tongue responded greedily.
With all the mental blocks and fear she had instilled in him, he had forgotten that it was because of her that he was forced to kneel in the dirt with a slave collar around his neck and his hands and feet handcuffed.
All he knew now was how good she made him feel when she slid her body up and down his aching cock, and when they kissed he wanted to slurp the saliva out of her mouth and drink it. He wanted her long smooth hair to tickle his face. He didn't want the pressure from her huge breasts against his chest to ever ease up.
As Carmela started to come, she pulled her mouth from hers and yanked his head back with her hair. There could be no more powerful and joyous orgasm than the one which she experienced. She thought that to herself and then she felt the warm come from Tom's cock spurt against the sides of her of her quivering, spasming, quenching, cunt, and she knew she had been wrong. His body started to shake haphazardly as he tried to both force more come out and to ride that overwhelming sense of pleasure which it induced in him.
Both of them spent, she eased herself off him and then tenderly put the black cotton bag over his head, but without the gag or even securing it. She needed to do that, to keep him under total control in order that her own sexual satisfaction and love for him be real.
By this time, he was used to the sack and the handcuffs. He wished that she would give him some water, but it did not occur to him that he might ask. Neither of them had any idea that all around them a silent and deadly attack was underway as the tiny pack of Indian warriors in the company of Tom and Sarah made their way stealthily through the camp. They finished off each sentry with a stealth and silence that can only come from a life time of living as hunter in the jungle.
No attack can go completely undetected forever and finally the night was split with the sounds of and flashes of machine gun fire. Carmela roused herself. She realized they must be under attack. Panic stricken, she saw the happiness that she had imagined for herself and Tom begin to slip from her grasp. She was determined that it not happen.
With the quick smooth movements of a jungle animal she pulled off the hood. When he saw she was going to put the gag back in he finally whispered, "Can I have some water?"
She looked at him tenderly and said, "Yes, yes of course."
After she had tilted the water bottle down his throat for him to eagerly drink the precious liquid, he tried to suck on her breasts in order to thank her but she gently pushed him away. There was no time, and if they did not hurry, there would never be time. At first his legs were so still after she unfastened his ankles, that he couldn't walk. She impatiently walked him around the small room until he could at least go at a slow shuffle. Then she led him slowly up the rough log ladder. His hands were still secured behind his back and the gag had been tightly buckled back on. She'd also resecured the hood. Both of them were naked.
All over the ancient city, fighting was going on between the Indians and frightened guerillas. It was one thing to make war against the slow moving federales, but quite another to fight the deadly and merciless stealth of a bank of Indian warrior hunters. Death came silently from an arrow, or a blow gun or a knife. Silently and surely. Most of the guerillas had fled at the first sounds of gunfire. All that remained was a small cadre of dedicated revolutionaries holed up in the building where Dr. Ramirez made his headquarters.
With his daughter at his side, Ramirez alternated between screaming to his few remaining followers, "So our fate is at hand! Let us die bravely! We'll become legends for the inspiration of future generation," and then quietly repeating, "We're men of reason. Let us meet with our attackers. I can prove to them in quite simple convincing terms that our revolution is the only way to give the people of this country a better life."
His vacillations did not amuse his few remaining men. These were individuals who had participated in not one or two but countless revolutions. It was not a part of their plan, to lose their lives in this one. Still they were not cowards, the few that were remaining and they waited grimly for the final moments of the onslaught, determined to make who ever it was that took their lives pay dearly for the privilege. They asked themselves where Carmela was, disgusted at the Dr.'s vacillations.
She was slowly making her way toward the helicopter, leading the man she had made into her prisoner and grown to love on a cord.
To Tom's addled wits, this was about the most exciting thing he could remember ever having happened to him. He liked the feeling of motion, and the sense of the night air against his naked skin . She'd told him they were going to ride in a helicopter. He thought that sounded like it might be fun. He hoped she would let him lick her pussy some more after the ride so that she would maybe sit on his cock again.
In the helicopter, Carmela went through a very quick instrument check. It was fortunate that the ground crew had refueled the copter. She ran through the instrument procedure for take off, and with a loud whine, the turbines began to work.
The sound frightened Tom. It made him remember something that had happened to him before. He could remember lying on a beach. It was with another woman who sat on his cock and made him feel good. It slowly occurred to him that she might be Sarah. He was glad that he was beginning to remember who she was but he did not like the sound of the turbines. The sound of the turbines terrified him and made him remember something that he didn't want to remember.
When they heard the turbines start to whine, Sarah and Randy both said, "Shit," at about the same time.
"Where is it coming from?" Sarah screamed over the noise of machine gun fire.
"I don't know."
"He's in it. I know it. I can feel it. They're going to airlift him out!"
"No way," thought Randy. Not over his dead body. They'd fucking come this far.
"Come on!" They set off running in a crouch toward the sounds of the turbine. Machinegun fire from the besieged defenders kicked up the dirt around their feet.
By the time they rounded the corner of the building which offered them protection from the fire of automatic weapons, it seemed like an eternity had passed. In actuality, it had only been seconds. Together they raced down what had once been the main thorough fare of the ancient civilization which had fled until the time was right to return.
At End of the road, situated in what had once been a public market, they could see the black silhouette of the helicopter. Slowly, it began to rise off the ground.
In his deep irrational fear of the sound which the turbines made, Tom tried to jump out of the helicopter. Caremela grabbed him before he could escape, but in order to do that, she had to release the control, and the helicopter settled back to earth with a bone shattering jolt.
Insane with fear, Tom struggled frantically, until Carmela whispered in his ear, gently soothingly, "No my love, no. You mustn't be afraid of the helicopter." She leaned down and kissed his balls and he remembered how good it had been when she sat on his cock and he relaxed. It also made him remember what it had been like when she pulled on the cord. Returning to the controls, Carmela prepared to take off again. The chopper lifted up off the ground.
"My love, my love!" Carmela screamed insanely. "We are free!"
At that precise moment there was a double jolt as both Randy and Sarah leaped into the air and grabbed on to the skids only a second before Carmela would have escaped. Still, they did not exactly have things in the bag.
The chopper shot up into the sky. If they fell, it would be to their deaths.
Slowly they pulled themselves up and then in an instant, they were inside the copter, Randy on Tom's side of the copter, Sarah on Carmela's.
When Randy saw the marks and Tom's back and his swollen balls, he swallowed in disbelieve and said, "My god." He thought that he might be sick.
Sarah had no time to look and immediately was upon Carmela. As they wrestled, the helicopter swooped and circled erratically through the sky.
Carmela clawed at Sarah's face. She was screaming, "No, he's mine. I found him on the beach you little bitch and you've lost him forever."
Sarah didn't know what Carmela was talking about.
She grabbed Carmela by her long hair and pushed and pulled with all her might. Carmela's head whipped back and forth like a jack in the box on a spring.
On the ground the Indian looked up in wonder as the helicopter began to plummet back to earth. And then they saw a dark shape fly from the chopper, falling at what seemed to be a very slow rate until it was suddenly on top of them and Carmela's naked body smashed into the dirt.
As the helicopter continued to spin and plummet toward the earth, Randy edged into the pilot's seat. In Vietnam, he'd been a chopper pilot. With the grace of god the helicopter made a safe landing. Not a smooth one and not one for the textbooks, but nevertheless it was a landing that everyone walked away from.
The mission was accomplished.
No need for vengeance.
No need for vengeance and suddenly the ancient city was silent as the Indians vanished back into the night. They'd made their point.
When they took the hood off of Tom and unfastened the gag, he stared at them with vague uncomprehending eyes. Finally, he asked, "Are you Sarah?"
With tears in her eyes, she said, "Yes, I'm Sarah," stroking his hair as Carmela had done. It made his eyes light up "I like it when you do that," he said.
Randy walked off to a discreet distance. He wanted to get the hell out of there. Sooner or later those people who were in the doctors office building were going to figure out that it was time to come out and play. Still, he was willing to grant the couple a minute or two of privacy. It pretty much looked like that guy had been through something very close to hell.
He'd fucking lost his marbles. You could see that in a second.
Do not however get the idea that Randy was endowed with more than a passing sympathy for anyone's misfortunes other than his own. It also occurred to him that he didn't have an ice cubes chance in hell now with Sarah. Women were nuts about guys who needed to be taken care of. That was his problem, he thought to himself. He could fuckin' take care of himself.
Ben pulled up in the jeep. He was stiff, but still he could drive.
"Yeah," said Randy to Ben's questioning look. "We got him. He's lost damn near all his brains, but we got him. Might as well let the two lovebird get reacquainted."
"Ah got ta admit, Randy; the thought sure did cross my mind that it might be a better world for two old jungle rats if Mr. Reynolds never quite made it back."
"Yeah," Randy said, tossing away his cigarette. "That thought crossed my mind too. Well, at least we're each twenty five hundred dollars richer."
"Five thousand, pardner."
"Oh, yeah, right."
Off towards Dr. Ramirez' office could be heard the sound of Spanish.
"Best get going. I think they're likely to be about as friendly as a passel of very stirred up hornets."
"Yeah."
"Come on you two. Time to make tracks. "
That confused Tom and he asked, "What are tracks?"
Ben and Randy exchanged glances, then Randy said, "We're going to fly the hell out of here."
Tom wanted to know if it was to somewhere that he could lick the juice between a woman's legs.
Sarah said that it was. Ever since they had started out on the rescue mission, she had wanted to tell him about the promise, and how she'd broken it: at first to get Randy to help rescue him, but after that, it had been for pleasure.
How could she tell him now?
How could she relieve herself from the guilt which was tormenting her and make it up to him somehow? In many ways, this had been the most exciting experience of her life. It was certainly the kind of honeymoon you didn't forget.
In the chopper, Ben and Randy sat at the controls, while Sarah and Tom got into the back. As they took off, gunshots went off, they could see barrels sparking in the distance.
Then, it slowly but steadily dropped back into the distance as the chopper flew higher and higher into the night sky. As they crossed the mountain pass, they could see the Pacific ocean reflecting the moon.
In the back of the copter, it was not the joyous reunion that Sarah had expected. Tom just looked at her with a dull expression. Then she noticed he had an erection and in even the depths of her post adventure depression, she was hard put to resist a hard on.
Crossing her legs, she sat down between Tom's legs and took his beautiful cock into her hands. It was stretched and criss crossed with lines from the cords. She wanted to make him forget all that to return to how he had been.
But somethings, she knew, you could never forget. You could put them out of your mind for awhile, but sooner or later, you remembered. For instance you never forget what to do with your cock. As Sarah held Tom's in her hands, it began to stiffen and grow longer.
Tom winked at her and said, "How'd you like to put that between your legs?"
For a second it was as if he were still in control of his wits.
"I'd like to do that very, very much."
"Okay," he said.
She put his cock into her mouth.
"You're Sarah," he said.
"Huh uh." she said, looking up at him. Her cunt was beginning to moisten.
"I thought about you a lot, Sarah."
"Umph goo," she replied, her head sliding up and down his beautiful big cock.
Taking his cock out of her mouth and stroking it gently, she asked, "What did you think about me?"
"I thought about fucking."
She laughed.
He laughed, too.
Then he remembered when Carmela was interrogating him. A frown crossed his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Let's just fuck."
He slid off the bench onto the floor of the helicopter.
She lay on her back. The mounds of her big firm breasts were like mountains arising from a beautiful plains.
Her pubic hairs were like a jungle.
The smell of her pussy was delightful. It made his cock so hard that it felt like a rock. And then like an animal, he was on her, sticking his rock hard cock into her slit, jamming into her ass, kissing her face with his hands. Both of them had faces lined with tears, and the tears made their kisses salty when their tongues dived into each others horny mouths.
Finally his cock slid into her and she remembered what kind of cock it was, that it was perhaps not the biggest cock which she'd ever had in her cunt and that it was perhaps not the longest cock which had ever pumped away at her, but it was the best.
This cock could dance. It bulged and writhed. It probed and stroked. It tickled and sent spasms of pleasure through her body that no other cock could because this was a cock with style and timing. This cock had more intelligence in its balls than most men had in their brains. The man whose cock this was had been born to fuck.
Carmela had discovered that amidst the furor of her revolutionary zeal and it had been a realization of such staggering import that she had quit the revolution and tried to run off with him.
Her cunt started to flow with life and with juice.
She wrapped her arms around him . He pulled away and his eager mouth went to her breasts. His tongue caressed her big hard nipples, and the whole time he kept pumping away at her.
Lifting up his head and laughing, he said, "The whole time I was with her, I wanted to suck her nipples like this but I don't think it would have been so good."
"Tom."
"Tom"
"Tom"
Each stroke sent an orgasm through her that was so powerful she could only call out his name.
His eyes had begun to sparkle again. He bit her neck. "You're Sarah. The whole time I was there, I only thought about you. This must be why. Oh," he gasped. "I love to fuck. I want to fuck forever.'
"I do, too,"
When the helicopter began to wobble, Ben looked back and then elbowed Randy to turn. They watched the reunited newlyweds go at it with disbelief.
Randy said, "That guy can fuck."
"Hey-saying that guy can fuck is like saying the sky is blue or ain't that a nice sunset when it's the most beautiful goddamn sunset the world ever saw."