Chapter 3
When the Spanish first arrived in Latin America, they marveled at the sophistication and beauty of the gold and silver work produced by the Incas. Metalworkers did not use bellows, but lung power. They would blow into their furnaces, creating the necessary draft of air, that made the coals glow and flair up to provide incredible heat. Blow tubes had been used for this. Thousands of years ago, silver and gold work was already an established local art form.
The metal crafters knew how to form metal alloy metals out of copper and gold, silver, and various combinations of precious and semi-precious metals. They knew how to join metals, how to perform crimping, edge welding, how to weave metals by bending slits on adjacent pieces and joining them together. The technology at play involved lost-wax casting, with which they could create complex three-dimensional sculptures. Often there were interlocking and movable parts.
Indian artists also expressed themselves in wood, in inlaid bone, carved stone. Often they painted large murals on walls and rock formations.
Captain Tom Noble sat on a blanket in his field tent, studying a story told in pictures on an old Indian glyph. It was quite amazing. At first he thought he was looking at a deer hunt, but as he studied the glyph, he realized that the deer was employed as a ceremonial symbol. The Indian priest killed and skinned the deer, then, in a later panel, the man is seen wearing the skin and lifting a shining blade over the chest of another man, who is stretched across a ceremonial alter.
"Human sacrifice?" asked Andre Perry, the Captains second in command.
"I'm afraid so, Andre. The Indians had their reasons, I'm sure. Most of the sacrifices were from other tribes. Men captured in tribal wars and so forth. But the brutality is astonishing."
"Yes, quite."
"Well, Andre, before you pass judgment, understand these things are cultural. When Americans settled the West, they were astonished by the plains Indians ability to torture intruders for information. On the other hand, the Indians were astonished that the settlers could even consider placing a man in a locked cage. To the plains Indians, locking a man in a cell was tantamount to the worst torture imaginable. Much worse than being bound by leather thongs and left in the sun to contemplate the error of your ways. These things are cultural."
"I suppose. Still, it's amazing," Andre said, his eyes gliding over the glyph, which was indeed a bloody tale.
"Even today, Andre, think about the difference between Mexican and American police work. We are amazed that the Mexican authorities will beat a man for information. They are amazed that our intelligence operatives will break the law in order to arrest a criminal. Who's right? Well, there are many ways of looking at things. You have to take a very broad and general view of things. And by the way, that is the language of the first written information in 1947, pertaining to the CIA charter, and how Company activities should be viewed from Capital Hill. "A broad and general view." That means, don't snap to conclusions based on what you subjectively think is right. Who knows what right is? Necessity calls for an open mind."
"Yeah, I see what you're saying."
"You meet a lion in the jungle. Is that lion good or bad? Well, if the lion is hungry, that there is a bad lion. If the lion just ate his ass off and is too slow and lazy to rip you to shreds, well, that there is a goooood lion."
Andre laughed and looked at Tom Noble with a certain awe. The man was more than a military man gone private. He was a deeply introspective leader of men. The men that stayed with Noble did so of their own volition. They did not want to go back to The World and push pens across desks. They wanted to be in the front ranks of the action, and they knew that Noble would lead them there.
"Coffee?" asked Lisa, the native girl who cooked and helped Noble keep camp cozy during these expeditions.
"Coffee would be just fine, Lisa," he said, winking at the pretty girl who was a mixture of Indian and Spanish. That was fairly common in the area of South America they were working in. Tom Noble was always amazed at the beauty of the local women. They tended to be slender, graceful, and well formed, with lovely olive complexions and a curiously perfect proportion and tone to their bodies. Lisa was the very manifestation of this type, and Noble had more than a tiny crush on her.
"What do you suppose that glyph is worth, Captain?" Andre asked.
"Shit, Andre, a lot. I mean, you can't really put a price on something like this. It's hard to come by, even in the jungle. In the civilized world, the only place you'd see this is in a museum."
"Yeah, it's precious alright. A hundred thousand?"
"Sure, possibly. A museum would pay that and more. Look, Andre, we pay our men well, and we live well. We don't have to beg for financing. If we want to go somewhere and can't find a sponsor, we go anyway. That's because of this glyph and things like it. We should be very grateful that we're trained to look for these things in South America. Many people walk past these objects; walk over them on their way to somewhere else."
"That's sure true," Andre Perry said, watching as the pretty Lisa poured coffee into his tin cup.
They were camped in the center of some ancient ruin, and the place had a very enchanting feeling to it. A great civilization had flourished here once. Their presence could still be felt. And thanks to the artifacts they'd left behind and men like Tom Noble, modern man can understand much of what went on thousands of years ago.
Andre Perry was very proud to be working with Tom Noble. The man was well respected in the academic world, in the archeological world, and even by the Indians that inhabited the jungles and rain forests of South America. He was a man of unflinching integrity and calm, who never made a move in anger, but always in thoughtful and perfect intent. Tom Noble was focused on his mission, which was to uncover the mysteries of those gallant warriors that inhabited South America for thousands of years.
"Do you ever watch Lisa as she walks around the camp?" Tom said to Andre.
The dark girl smiled and looked up. "Me?"
"Sure I watch her, Cap. She's beautiful."
"It's more than beauty, Andre. She possesses a nobility and grace that goes back many centuries. She possesses the presence of a princess. Even serving coffee and making up our cots, the girl moves with such elegant grace that one can't help watching her and admiring her. She brings the nobility of her ancestors to every move she makes. It's quite amazing, it is."
"I don't know if you're being objective, Captain," the girl said modestly. "You like me. You see things that are not there."
"I see things that are there in such a pure form that you are not self-conscious about them, my Lisa."
Andre knew what was coming. He got to his feet, dusting off his ass and finishing his coffee in haste. He turned his eyes away from the beautiful Indian girl, which was not an easy thing to do. "Captain, we have to be ready in two hours for our hike up the mountain. Unless you'd like to alter our departure hour. I can tell the men it will be later."
"No need, Andre. Two hours is fine. I will be ready. Do me a favor on your way out. Put the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the tent flap."
Andre smiled. "I was about to, Sir."
Lisa had a coy bend to her full bow lips. She knew what was going to happen now, and she liked it very much. The Captain had a mean crush on her, and she returned his feelings a hundred percent.
"Come, Lisa, sit beside me and relax," he said, patting the blanket next to him.
Her slender, perfect form moved across the tent, placing down the serving tray. She sat beside him, her dark sparkling eyes gleaming at him.
"You have been ignoring me lately, Tom," she said softly. She usually called him Captain, but when they were alone she felt more comfortable addressing him by his first name.
"Much on my mind, girl."
"I can sense your sadness, Tom."
Tom looked down. A year ago, his wife had gone back to the States. She loved her husband very much, but could not abide his cowboy antics. Tom was addicted to the excitement and risks of life in South America. He could not, after 'Nam, go back to The World and live the life of a suburban dingleberry.
After following him for a few years, the wife finally packed it in. But his daughter was of a different mind. She had no intentions of leaving her father, and told her mother in no uncertain terms, that her life was in the jungles and mountains of South America, living with her father. She wanted nothing to do with leaving him, and would not be reasoned with when it came to this matter. So the wife went back, and little Angelique stayed. That was a year ago. Little Angelique was not so little anymore. Tom's fatherly protection extended around the girl, enveloping her in his love. And so, on some occasions, he would decide that a mission was too dangerous for his precious daughter and leave her in one of the missions or friendly villages. Tom knew that he was risking his life on some of these expeditions. He was usually well paid to do so, and had no complaints. It was a life he chose. But he had no intentions of subjecting his lovely daughter to these risks. Even if she begged him to.
Lisa turned to him, her eyelids descending, her lips moist and hungry for him.
"You are so beautiful," he said to the pretty Indian girl, who was just a year older than his little girl. "It's so very nice to have such a beautiful woman along with me. You comfort me and remove all self pity from my mind," he said hotly, looking down at the girl's small but perfectly formed breasts.
Lisa lifted his hand and placed it over the lush sweetness of her left breast. "You haven't made love to me in days, Tom. I need some attention from you."
Their lips met. The girl's little tongue darted into his mouth, and met his.
She tasted like tropical fruit and honey. Her breath was sweet and exciting, and he felt himself being transported to Paradise as the girl kissed him deeply on the mouth.
"Tom, I must have your manly staff inside me! Don't deny me this! I need you!"
Her face sparkled with enthusiasm as she implored him to fuck her. Tom Noble could not say no to her. As if he wanted to.
Again they kissed, and this time his hand moved under the thing cotton of her blouse. Tom pinched the nipples and they swelled between his fingers.
"Oh, my Lisa. How sweet you taste. How wonderful you feel in my arms!"
They fell back on the bed, and the girl's legs opened wide for her man's throbbing prick.
She clutched his rod in her fist and guided him between her legs hungrily.
Tom had something else in mind.
"First I want to worship that dark fruit of yours," he said, getting to his knees. He placed his palms under the cheeks of her buttocks, and lifted her slightly off the bed. He fed her hot sweetness into his mouth now, cupping and guiding the balls of her butt, driving his tongue forcefully between the pussy lips.
"Oooo OOOOoOoO! Oooo Tommmmm!"
"I love the taste of your pussy, Lisa. Dance on my tongue for meeee!"
The girl threw her hair back, and it spread out wildly over her shoulders, over the tops of her titties. She liked the way he looked at her. Most men looked at her breasts with selfish hunger. Tom Noble looked at her the way a man looks at a precious flower. With admiration, respect, and desire tempered by a serious respect for beauty. This excited the young girl more than she realized.
Her moist pussy ached for his rod, but he did not move up. He wanted to mount her, but first he had to bring her to the point of total hunger. Tom had never enjoyed fucking his wife like this. He loved his wife, and intended, eventually, to return to the States with his daughter and grow old with his wife. But the wife lacked this kind of passion. She was too practical, too caught up in the long term goal orientation of civilized people.
Lisa, on the other hand, was a wild flower, a wild card in the game of life. She existed to excite and provoke him, to draw him into the web of her extreme female beauty.
"Let's go up on the hammock!" she let out with girlish excitement.
"Hey, good idea."
Tom lifted the girl and placed her on the rope hammock that extended across the rear of his tent. It was designed to provide him with weightless relaxation, but when Lisa first saw it, she knew that there was another use for it beside solitary meditation.
The girl's taut round butt cakes were right on the edge of the ropes, her pussy just off the construction. Tom moved back and admired her with hungry eyes.
"What are you waiting for?" she demanded.
"I just want to look at you," he said, stroking his prick hard as he took in the sweet eyeful of pussy goodness before him.
"Let me do that!" she demanded, reaching out for his prick grabbing it playfully and reeling him in like a fish. A throbbing fish!
"I want that manly rod inside meee! What are you driving me so crazy for when you know I need you? Please put it in me!"
Tom loved to be begged by such a sweet creature. He smiled, allowing her to draw him into her. But he didn't sink inside her snatch. Instead, he let the tip of his rocket slide over the button of her clitoris. He watched her big pretty dark eyes glisten with lust and sexuality. The girl was as hot as they come. Hotter! And she was all his!
"Tom, put it into meeee!"
"Not yet," he said hotly. He got on his knees and again, placed his head between the sweet girl's legs.
"Oh Tom!"
"I want to worship that pussy, Lisa! Open the pretty legs wide for me. I want to taste that sweet clitoris!"
The girl's eyes closed tightly, as her pale lips moved up over tightly clinched pearly teeth. She felt his tongue come out and dart over her snatch hotly. Then he was holding her pussy lips apart and lapping into her!
"Yeeeeee!" she let out. "That's nice! Oh yessss!"
Tom looked up, seeing her pretty mouth pouting, her pretty olive cheeks flushed a deep crimson. From his position as he ate her clitoris, he could see her lovely little face framed by the cones of her breasts. His palms were still around her butt cakes, feeding the sweet pussy to his tongue.
"Ohhh Tommmmm!"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" he moaned, his tongue aching it was out so far. He began tongue fucking the beauty, projecting his hot tongue deep into the tight sweet snatch. His face pressed to her clitoris as his tongue moved into the pussy lips.
The girl began dancing on his tongue, her body alive in his arms. She was sweating and shivering with passion now, her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Ooo ooooOoOo!" She tossed her head back, causing her dark hair to crack like a whip and spread out wildly. The girl's titties quivered, her little titty tips bobbing as she gasped for air. Nostrils flared wildly. She felt his hand move up to lovingly tease her titty tips.
Sparks of sexual heat flew threw her light carriage, shooting from her clitoris to her nipples as she danced under his tongue.
"Ohh Tommmm! Give it to meeeee!"
The Captain's wide palm covered both her butt cakes now, as his other hand moved hungrily over her breasts, up to her face. He let his fingers move over her mouth, and she greedily took him between her lips.
"Show me how you suck it for me" he moaned, looking up.
She was very aware of his eyes on her now, and decided to give him a show. She knew he adored watching her suck cock. No wonder. A few times he'd set up mirrors, and even Lisa had to admit, her pretty female beauty really came out when she had a prick in her mouth. It caused her features to glow with erotic beauty. The girl sucked his fingers, letting them slide in and out of her mouth as she looked at him with the dark sparklers of her eyes.
Suddenly she lost control. The girl's spine tightened as she felt waves of orgasmic heat building up and shooting from his tongue, into her hot pussy.
"Tommm! OoooooOoOoOoOoOOOOOoooooooooOoO!!!!!"
He knew she was coming now, and looked up. The girl lips were pouting as her nostrils flared. Her olive face was flushed, brow wrinkled in passion.
Lisa's lips rose over pearly white teeth, and she hissed with pleasure.
The olive stalks of her legs closed around his head, pressing to his ears. He tongue fucked her as she orgasm stormed and steamed through her sweet female carriage.
The girl danced and jerked, gasping and clutching him. Her orgasm was always a passionate affair, but this one seemed to be more intense than usual. She hissed and cried with joy.
A second later her spine relaxed, and she exhaled in relieved contentment. "Wow! That was almost more than I could handle," she let out softly. She clutched his prick in her fist. "On the other hand, this I can handle nicely. I want to give you back the pleasure you gave me."
"What would you like to do?"
She got up off the hammock. "It's your turn to sit on the edge of the ropes," the pretty girl insisted.
Tom looked at glowing girl body. Sweat glistened on her olive flesh, as she placed another pillow under the one he'd been using. That was to protect her knees and give her the correct position for some deep throat sucking.
Lisa had a very virginal quality, but she was really pretty experienced. The Captain himself, had broken her in on matters of sexual pleasure. He'd taught her how to lay back and enjoy a good tongue fucking. He'd instructed her on the proper way to maximize a man's pleasure by butterflying her tongue on his throbber.
Lisa cupped his hot sacs, and let them glide on the soft sweetness of her lips. Her tongue darted out and dashed over the hairy balls.
"Ohh, Tom, I love the smell of your balls. You're my man, Tom. I love to please you!"
"Lisa!"
"Tommmmm!"
The girl's tongue darted over the throbbing shaft, from the tip to the base. Then she held his prick up, pointing it at his belly button. She moved her tongue onto the underside of his throbber, fluttering from the base to the tip and back.
"Lissssa," he hissed, his eyes rolling out of focus as he snorted like a bull. "Ohhhh, that's so nice, Lisa, my sweet little girl!"
"Mmmmm, why does that penis taste so gooood?" she let out. "It's like a candy stick."
"I love when you suck it, Lisa," he steamed, looking closely at her, taking in every inch of her sweet skin and lovely features. The girl was a walking wet dream. When she was not with him, all he had to do was invoke a picture in his mind, of the lovely Lisa doing just what she was doing now. That was enough to stiffen his throbber and make him daydream about her.
Deliberately driving him wild, Lisa swirled her tongue over the mushroom tip, and around the outer rim. She pressed his throbber to her face, letting it move over her little nose, over her cheeks and chin, over her brow and along the lines of her cheekbones.
"This manly penis is my candy stick," the dark haired beauty gasped. "It's all mine!"
"Mmmm, Lisssssa!"
The girl cupped his balls hotly in her palm, and brought her lips directly to his prick tip. She began to butterfly her tongue, just the way he'd taught her.
"Like it?"
"Ummmhmmmmmm!"
"Am I doing it right?"
"Oh yeah, Lisa. Right indeed. That feels sweet, my baby girl!"
"Mmmmmm. I'm going to swallow your hot cum, Daddy," she said softly.
The girl's mouth moved down under his rod, and she let her tongue whip and wiggle over his balls again. She tongue whipped his balls and stroked his hot rod, her lovely dark eyes looking into his.
"Girl, I'm going to cum if you keep that up."
"Give it to me. Cum down my throat, please!"
He cupped her chin, looking at the way her dark brow arched as she begged him for his hot sauce. What a lucky fucker he was, and he knew it very well. How many men have a lovely girl so anxious to please them? Not many that he knew.
Tom Noble considered Lisa to be one of the great treasures in his life. His daughter, Angelique, was also a prize. But in another way, of course. In a whole other way than Lisa.
The girl rubbed his throbber over her creamy olive skin, luxuriating in the heat and sexuality of his manhood. She cooed softly, pursing her full lips, letting her tongue moisten her mouth and running the sweet lips over her balls again.
"Lisa! You're making me lose control!"
"Are you warning me? I want you to lose control I want to swallow that sweet sauce!"
"Ohh Lisa!"
"Ooooo give it to meee Daddy!"
He throbbed. Every time she called him that, he throbbed. For a split second, he imagined his lovely daughter, Angelique, was sucking his rod. That was impossible of course, but it was something he occasionally dreamed about; being the lucky man that would one day feed his prick into Angelique's sweet girl body.
Lisa knew the way he was excited by that word, and decided to make the most of it. She butterfly whipped his rod for a moment, her hot eyes on his. Then she let it pop out of her mouth, and moved her carriage up, so that his prick was between her lovely breasts.
"Do you like the way I suck you, Daddy?"
"Ohhh, yeah!"
"That's good. Why haven't you given my your jizz. Do you want me to beg you for it?"
"Yes," he said, smoothing back the stray blue black strands of hair that had fallen over her wide olive brow. I want you to beg!"
"Give it to mee, Daddy. Give Daddy's little girl your sweet cum! I want it down my throat, Daddy! I want you to throb down my throat. Don't hold back. Shoot it into meeeeeee!"
His hand moved under her chin, and he looked into the dark pretty eyes of his wonderfully sexy young mistress.
"Lisa, I'm going to give it to you now!"
"Oh, good, Daddy! I want to swallow you! I want to taste your jizz sliding down my throat. Stop holding back on me. You promised you'd give it to meeee."
"Yes, Lisa, yes. Daddy's little girl is going to swallow for meeeeeee!"
"Hmmmmmm!"
Lisa reached down under her titties and lifted them, so that the moist and glistening titty tops jiggled before his eyes. She pressed her nipples to his balls hotly, grinding and humping his crotch.
"Look into my eyes, Daddy! I want you to watch me as I swallow your passion."
"Yes, Daddy's sweet girl! Yessss!"
Tom could no longer contain himself. As much as he wanted this passionate blowjob to last forever, he was no longer able to control the throbbing and twitching of his about-to-explode penis.
He opened his eyes wide, taking in the lovely sight of her jiggling and bouncing titty tops. He could feel her titty's cork tips pressed to his nuts. He could feel the hot girl tongue fluttering over his rod.
He looked into her dark sparkling eyes and felt that terminal throbbing that told him that it was over! His ability to control himself was over!
"Oooo Lisa!"
"Hnnnnnmmmmm!"
The prick exploded deep in her mouth. The girl felt hot sauce hit the roof of her mouth and slide down her throat. She was very aware of his eyes on her and decided to give him the show of his life!
Lisa allowed the first few pearls to slid down her throat. Then she pulled back, clutching his throbber in her tiny fist.
"Oooo little Lisa!"
"Feed it to meeeee, Daddy!"
The girl was aiming his rod at her face now, as it continued to spurt pearls of hot sauce.
He watched, almost passing out with pleasure, as the hot jizz hit his girl's nose and cheek, her lips and chin. She opened her mouth wide for it.
A drop of jizz landed on her tongue, and she curled her lips in a wide smile, begging for more. Then she brought her teeth together, raising her lips so that her pearly white teeth were fully exposed.
"Yessss!" he let out, watching as a droplet of jizz hit her front teeth and upper lip.
The girl's tits were still pressed to his balls, and she moved back, aiming his prick down onto her knockers. Tom watched as hot droplets landed on her titty tops and tips.
"My baby girl!"
"Ohhh, Daddy!"
The orgasm peaked with Lisa squeezing him, augmenting his pleasure with her little fist. When at last he stopped spurting hot sauce, she smiled and placed his rod up to her lips again.
"I'm going to lick my Daddy off," she said, looking into the dark eyes that stared at her so intently.
Tom gasped and relaxed, almost. The pleasure was still not over. Even thought the 'gasm passed, and with it, his sense of urgency, he still had a hard prick. He still felt the electricity charging through her tongue as she lapped the sticky sweet sauce off his hard rod.
She was glistening now, not only with moist sweat, but with his liquid passion. She licked and lapped on his dick and balls, cleaning him off completely.
"I love having my Daddy's cum all over my face and body," she confessed hotly. "It's my biggest thrill, pleasing you, Tom."
"Oh Lisa, girl, you drive me wild."
"That's what I'm here for," she cooed.
"Yes, that must be true."
"Hmmmmmm!"
There was a knock on the tent flap, and Tom startled. He looked at her. "What the hell could that be?"
The girl shrugged.
"Just a minute," he barked, not pleased at all about being disturbed from his deep afterglow. He looked down at the lovely girl. "I guess you'd better cover yourself up."
"Do I have to? Can't we play a little more?"
Tom Noble nodded negatively. "You know I'd like to, girl. But something must be up, or they wouldn't be bothering me."
"It's Andre, Sir. I have to speak to you at once!"
The man's voice was filled with urgency and excitement.
"Just a minute, Andre. Hold on to your horses!"
"Please Sir. Hurry up."
Tom lifted his little Lisa in his arms and laid her softly on the bedroll. She was naked, and he didn't see any reason to dress her. After talking with Andre, he intended to fuck his little beauty. So he just covered her with the cotton sheets, and drew the screen that afforded privacy to his sleeping area.
Tom opened the tent flap and allowed Andre to enter.
"What is it, Andre? What couldn't wait?"
"Sir, your daughter! I'm afraid she was kidnapped right out of her tent. As she slept. No one really knows how or why."
"What?" Tom Noble felt his legs giving way. Fatigue and confusion caused him to reel over.
Andre caught him and eased him into a chair.
"One of the Indians claims to have seen some of General Mendez's men in the area. It's reasonable to assume that Mendez pulled this awful act. Why, I don't know." Andre wiped sweat from his brow.
"We both know the General fears me. He senses my hatred for him, and knows that if anyone is sent to flush him out it will be me. I can see why he'd want to exercise some control over me."
"Well, it won't work."
"Correct!" Tom Noble spit. He was regaining his composure now. Anger crept into his face, replacing confusion.
"That bastard!" Andre said.
"Tell the men to assemble in fifteen minutes," Tom said. "We're not going up the mountain to dig for ancient artifacts today. We've got other things to do."
"Yes Sir."
"And have full weaponry assigned to every man. Just in case."
"Are we going to journey to the General's headquarters?" Andre asked, a bit startled. It was well known that no one had ever gotten out of that region alive without the full approval of the local Indians. And they, at least for the moment, were protecting Mendez.
"I don't know. I need time to think," Tom Noble said evenly. "But I'll tell you one thing. This situation is not acceptable. Something very radical will have to happen quickly."
"Yes, I agree. Tom, Captain Noble, you can count on me all the way. Whatever is necessary, we will do it."
"Thank you, Andre. Now let me think it over and figure out my next move."
"Yes."
"Oh, and send a man into the mission to make sure that it was Mendez's men in the first place."
"I already did that Sir."
"Good. Very good."
Lisa felt a shiver pass through her sweating body as she realized the horror what had happened. What if it was her, and not Angelique, that had fallen into the hands of the maniac, Mendez? Lisa hesitated to dwell on what he would do to Angelique.
Lisa got dressed and crept out of the tent, leaving Tom Noble alone with his thoughts.