Chapter 4
General Mendez stroked his whip and eye balled the young virgin girl hungrily. This was going to be a pleasure. A real ruthless joy!
He was so excited by her tender young girl body that he hardly knew where to begin. He puffed on a thick cigar, walking slowly around the beauty with a sneer on his thick face.
"So this is the precious jewel? This is the girl her father is so very wild over? Bitch, I don't see how you are different from any other piece of ass. And when I'm done with you, you will be little more than la puta. The whore!"
"Go to hell!" Angelique Noble hissed, looking directly into his nasty eyes. Her contempt was visible.
The General liked to see a beauty get mad. Especially such a contained and proper little bitch as the one before him. She'd been brought up to control that temper, to hide her feelings in dealing with people. But her upbringing did not make room for ruthless scumbags like the General. He sensed her desire to bolt and took on a threatening tone.
"Move one inch without permission, Angelique, and I will whip you senseless."
The girl froze. She felt a cool sweat break out on the surface of her body. She said nothing now, but continued to glare at the General with extreme contempt.
"You think I am beneath you?" he spit.
"I know you are beneath me. You are beneath most primates, General. If all animals on this planet were to engage in an ugly contest, you would get the prize."
The General smiled. "But my dear, I did get the prize. You are the prize."
"My father will be coming to get me soon, General Shitface. And when he does, if he hears that you have laid a single finger on me, he will cut that finger off and stick it up your ass."
"A very unladylike tongue on this one," the General sneered, glancing at Tico, who'd walked into the vast tent.
Tico frowned. "Do you eat with that dirty mouth, Angelique?"
Mendez and Tico had a good laugh at that. Angelique bit her lip. The two of them together were a dangerous combination. They would egg each other on. She was shocked that Mendez would act in such open defiance of her father, Captain Noble. It was common knowledge that Noble had many friends among the Indians. Most of the banditos and psuedo-military outfits that operated out of the jungles in that region, kept their distance from Noble, or at least avoided angering him directly.
This was a flexing of muscles on the General's part. And as frightened as Angelique was, she knew that it was going to eventually be a lethal one. Angelique knew her father better than anyone alive. He would not rest until Mendez was dead. He would not sleep until he'd found her. And how hard could it be? Mendez took no precautions. He hadn't moved his camp or set up bivouac. He had the girl brought to him, and continued his life as if nothing had happened.
"Send Amy in to me," the General told Tico. "I need an assistant."
"Why not let me assist you?" Tico said, his eyes begging for excitement.
Mendez gave him a hard look. "Amy! Now! Defy me and you will feel my wrath!"
"Yes, General!"
Tico clicked his heels and turned. The sound of B.F. Goodrich heels clicking together almost made Angelique laugh. But she was hardly in a position to show her amusement at how silly these macho fart faces were. Not at the moment at any rate. Right now General Mendez was holding the cards. The game would change. She knew that, and never doubted it. She could feel the presence of her father out there, beyond the shadows of thick jungle, moving towards her to save her. But he had not arrived yet. For the time being, a good amount of diplomacy was in order.
What Angelique did not realize yet, was that she was truly in more trouble than a girl of her protected breeding could realize. Mendez was a sadistic lunatic. He had not kidnapped her merely to torture her father from a distance. He'd done it, also, to torture her, close up!
"Yes, General," Amy said, entering the tent. The tall lean beauty smirked at the well-bred captive. "What do you wish me to do?"
The General tossed Amy a handful of leather thongs. "I thought you might enjoy removing her clothes, Amy, and binding her for me. I want the bitch hog tied. You can pick the position."
Angelique couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she could tell by the General's tone that he was not joking around. She could tell by Amy's lit up eyes, that the dark girl was delighted to be placed in a position of power over her.
"Very nice, General," Amy said, looking at Angelique with open contempt. "That is something I will enjoy very much." She addressed, herself to Angelique. "I suppose that girls like me are on this planet merely to polish your boots, Bitch!"
Ada walked right up to Angelique, nose to nose. "You will soon see what it is like to be subservient." Amy turned to Mendez. "She is a virgin?"
Mendez smiled widely. "I believe she is. Why not ask her, Amy?"
"Are you?"
Angelique flushed with anger. What business was that of hers? Of the Generals? Why were they asking her personal questions?
"And what if I am?"
"Puta!" Amy spit. "You have never had to take a man's dick into your body to feed your face! To feed your family. You have no idea what life is about, little puta. But you will soon learn. You will soon see that it is not just a matter of sitting back and being waited on while others do the shit work."
"If you wish to abuse me, on with it. But don't give your act a false nobility."
"Well!"
"She is right," General Mendez said. "She has done nothing to you. Nothing to me. The dear girl is an innocent pawn in a game that has nothing to do with her. And yet, here she is, acting, or at least being acted on." He turned to Angelique. "Bitch, do you have any idea how much your father will pay for you? Not just money. He will pay money and lots of it. He will also keep his nose out of my gun running game. Out of my la coca plays. At first I was going to have him kidnapped. But I decided, dear Angelique, that you would provide more amusement. And in the end, it would be easier to manipulate him through you."
"You're not quite sure of that, General."
"What?"
"This is an experiment, remember. It might work. But it also might provoke him to come and slit your throat."
The General laughed. "Half of the jungle is competing to come and slit my fat throat," he told her, his dark beady eyes glinting with evil passions. "So far, no one has entered this camp uninvited, and walked out. They are invariably carried out, by one of my soldiers, in a burlap sack to be buried in the jungle or thrown into shallow mud. That is the way it has been, dear girl, and the way it will remain."
"You believe that? You think no one can harm you? Your ego will be your undoing."
The General was not in a practical mood. His red face flushed and he spit. "Amy! Rip the bitch's clothing off and get to work." He picked up his crop. "If you do a good job I will let you strap on a dildo and take her cherry."
Amy's face lit up with perverse pleasure. Being the General's concubine provided her with more perversity than she could imagine, being a relatively simple girl brought up in a village situation. She wondered where her General had learned these wicked things. But the idea of wearing a fake penis and penetrating this helpless princess, was appealing.
"I will do a great job for you, General," Amy spit, her hand moving up to the top of Angelique's white blouse.
"Take your hands off me!"
"Easy giving commands, isn't it, Princess?"
Amy's hand hooked the collar and ripped down, and the buttons popped off, flying in all directions. She stepped back to admire the havoc she'd accomplished.
Angelique had flushed with shame and anger, and her titty tops were now visible over her white brassiere. Amy mocked her with a smile, as the General moved in for a good look.
Mendez clutched his crotch and grinned, openly enjoying Angelique's humiliation. "A good start, Amy. Now the bottom. Get that skirt off of the bitch. Don't remove it tenderly. Rip it the fuck off!"
Amy was barely listening. Now she was caught up in the passion and lust of the moment. Her hand hooked in the pretty girl's brassiere, right between the high sweet breasts. She could feel the cream tit on the back of her hand.
Amy pulled, and the brassiere popped open. She pulled it forward, hurting Angelique as she tore the fabric off her body. She threw it to the General.
"Yes," he said, holding it to his nose and taking a deep smell. "It is such a delicate thing, is it not? I have never seen such a dainty little bra in all my days. And now the skirt, Amy!"
The General knew that, by having Amy perform this evil deed, it would humiliate Angelique even more than if he did it.
Amy placed her hands on the captive girl's hips, but Angelique stepped back.
"Did I tell you to move?" Mendez spit.
"She's trying to escape!" Amy hissed.
"Bitch!"
Mendez clutched the girl's arm and dragged her over to the center post of the tent, which was sturdy and had been fortified to use as a bondage device.
"Use your thongs, Amy. Tie the bitch to the post. She is going to be a problem if you don't. She is not used to doing what she is told."
"A high spirited bitch," Amy spit.
Amy moved with deliberate contempt now, as she walked behind the girl, and jerked her arms back. She tied her wrists together quickly, and then used another thong to bind the wrists to the post.
Angelique felt a wave of utter hopelessness creep into her bones as she was locked into this uncomfortable position. She had not reference points in her past, to allow her to know how to act in a situation like this. She felt a strong fear, but did not want her captives to know this. Somehow, she would maintain a facade of bravery and defiance.
"Don't think because you are a woman, that my father will not kill you for this," Angelique said softly, as Amy moved close to her.
"Fuck you, puta. I have no fear of the Captain. He does not hold court in my jungle," Amy let out. She smiled now.
"The whore threatens you, Amy!"
"The whore does not know what she is saying."
"Well, teach her!"
"Si! I will teach her who her superior is. She will bow and serve, or she will be punished."
Mendez puffed on his cigar and sat down on a pillow. His prick was throbbing. This was going to be quite a show, he decided.
Amy had learned perversion from the General. She was quite shocked at her own taste for wickedness. Still, this went before anything she'd ever done before. But she knew that it was important to keep the General happy. If Amy refused, he might decide to bind and whip her. And if she went along with him, she would get to enjoy a new experience, and win his approval.
No contest!
"Bitch, let's have a look at that little pussy!"
Amy drew a long thin blade and hooked it in the frightened girl's waist line. She pulled away from the moist body, cutting the fabric of Angelique's skirt.
Then Amy began shredding the garment, peeling and jerking it off the girl's long smooth legs.
"What pretty legs you have, Virgin Whore!" the General chuckled.
Angelique felt like she was going to faint. She was on fire now, her body burning with anger and outrage. She had never been treated disrespectfully in her life! This was beyond belief.
"I warn you!" Angelique said, her voice quivering.
"She warns you, Amy. Teach her a lesson about warning you."
"Si, General. I will."
Amy threw the skirt at the General, sensing his amusement at receiving the girl's discarded garments.
"The little white panties, Amy. I want the bitch's panties."
"Certainly, General!"
Amy hooked her thumb in the elastic line, and jerked off the panties that covered Angelique's virginal bush. Amy held them to her nose for an instant, then threw them to the General who was lounging on a pillow with his penis out.
The General held them to his face, breathing deep. His eyes rolled back in his head and he snorted like a bull.
"Very sweeeet!" he said hotly. "The kind of smell that makes a man want to sink his prick into a little hot cunt!" He glared at Angelique.
The captive beauty was naked now, and goose flesh was visible up and down her inner thighs. She was trying to double up, to cover her high shapely breasts. But she was bound in such a way, that she could barely move. Amy had been tied to that pole enough times to know how it was done. And now she was grateful. The General played his bondage games with Amy, and even whipped her occasionally. But he never went too far with her. Amy had the distinct feeling that this time such restraint was not necessary.
"What are you going to do with her now, Amy? Do I have to tell you, or will your own imagination take over?"
"I think I can handle this," Amy spit, glaring at the nude captive with amusement. She grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to look up.
"The bitch is an icicle. Why not ride her like a bicycle?" Mendez suggested.
Amy laughed. She reached out and touched the pink fruit that projected from the cone-like titties. The titty tips hardened at her touch.
"Don't touch meeee!" Angelique said hotly, her tone somewhere between begging and demanding.
"You are in no position to be making demands," Amy said, smirking.
"I warn you one last time!"
"Good. I am tired of hearing your empty warnings. I have work to do!"
Angelique tried her best to maintain her presence, as the demented scene unfolded before her. But this type of thing was well beyond what she knew how to handle.
Amy told her to stand up straight, and when she did not comply, the General's concubine slapped Angelique across the face with her open palm.
Angelique's eyes blazed in shock.
Amy struck again, this time the other cheek. "Obey me, Bitch."
Angelique felt a knot in her throat. She did her best to contain her rage and fear.
"Here, Amy!"
Mendez threw his bitch the crop he carried.
Angelique looked over at him now, and saw, through her bleary and confused vision, that the thick pig had his penis out and was holding it in his fist as he sat there, watching her humiliation. He was stroking himself and puffing on his cigar.
Amy moved the crop over the hard points that capped Angelique's breasts, then drew the braided Austrian leather down over the girl's tight belly, which quivered with disgust.
"You are getting frightened now, Angelique," Amy said, running the crop between her breasts, then down over her belly and between her legs.
Amy massaged the girl's virginal bush with the crop now, softly but firmly, looking into her eyes and whispering curses.
"Your little pussy will not be a virgin's soon, Angelique. You will be a whore. But it will be worth it, girl. The General will make you a woman, and make you glad to be one. His penis is as big as they come!"
Mendez laughed. "If anyone should know, Miss Noble, it is Amy. I took her cherry too. And it was a tight sweet little fruit before I picked it, was it not?"
Amy winked.
"It hurt like hell to have his prick pierce me," Amy said to Angelique. "That big thick rod really stretched me out. But when he was done, I knew what it was like to have a real man inside my cunt."
Mendez got to his feet. His prick stood up from his body like a rocket. He stroked it with his fist as he approached the captive girl.
"Amy, on your knees!"
"What?"
"Amy, don't ask questions," Mendez said, clutching his concubine's hair and jerking her to her knees. "Stick that big rod in your mouth, Bitch!"
Amy realized at once that he was merely frightening the captive, showing her that her worst fears were being realized.
"Anything you say, General!"
"You see that?" Mendez said, turning to Angelique, who was watching with wide terrified eyes.
Mendez clutched Amy by her ears, and began pumping his prick in and out of her mouth. "You see how my bitch takes it in her mouth? By the time I'm done, you will be begging me to fuck your mouth, Angelique. Begging for it, do you hear me?"
Angelique whimpered now, feeling flushed with confusion and despair.
Mendez picked up the whip and brought it down across Amy's back with a loud crack. "Take it, Amy. Slide those pretty lips over my dick!"
Amy obeyed her master, letting his thick rod slip all the way into her mouth even though her jaw ached from the thickness.
"Watch her suck, Angelique. You will have to learn, and it does not hurt to watch. Amy is my favorite suck girl. I fuck her mouth daily."
Mendez pulled out and rested his prick across the girl's face. "Show my new slave how you flutter your tongue on me, Amy."
The concubine's little tongue came out, moving over the pulsing shaft of his prick. The General was looking at Angelique now, as he winched with pleasure from Amy's tongue lashing.
"You are a very pretty bitch. I shall enjoy making a woman of you."
Amy cupped the General's balls and turned to the captive. "It's important to suck his balls, Angelique. He likes that and if you do it right he will not beat you." She smiled coyly, then let the big hairy sacs drop into her hot mouth.
Angelique's lips curled in disgust.
Amy began moving in tempo now, sliding her lips on and off the General's big rod. She knew how to please him. He'd trained her, instructing her for hours and hours in the details of his desires.
She was enjoying Angelique's discomfort now, and making the most of her position in this equation. She was, after all, the General's favorite concubine. She felt completely unthreatened. This bitch would never be as good as she was, even if Mendez did succeed in breaking the pale girl's spirits and making her his suck girl and slave.
No one would ever replace Amy. And so she was free to enjoy this interlude. This unexpected walk down the gateway of dementia.
"Get up, Amy. I want you to apply your crop to the pale girl's cheeks now."
Amy got to her feet, wiping pearls of lube off her lips. She smiled at Angelique, winking. "His prick tastes manly and firm, Slave. You will come to appreciate this, once he takes you."
Angelique bit her lip. Could she do that? Could she put that horrid stick of meat into her mouth? She would rather he killed her.
Amy untied the girl from the post, but kept her wrists bound behind her. Then she made the virgin captive kneel on her knees. Amy pulled her hair, and Angelique was forced across the ground. Then the concubine placed a pillow under the captive's butt cakes, forcing her ass up off the ground on an arched angle.
"If you move, I will be merciless," Mendez said. "Stay in whatever position you are put in."
Amy got up and moved behind the girl. She tested the braided crop on her open palm. Then, without a word, the leather lash cracked in the air and descended across Angelique's left butt cake.
CRAACCCKKK!
Angelique bit her lip. She was determined not to cry out. She wriggled and squirmed under the sting of the next shot.
CCCRRRAAACCCKKKKK!
Angelique broke into a furious sweat, her pale skin glinting. She remained painfully silent, fighting an instinct to yell and beg for mercy. She would receive no mercy here. And she knew, somehow, that the pig of a General would merely enjoy her pleading.
Amy laid the crop across her buttocks again and again, watching as welts raised up on the once smooth butt cakes. The lashing became harder and harder as Amy warmed up to her purpose. This was a new experience. Usually it was Amy receiving the crop, and Mendez applying the blows. Amy always wondered what it felt like for him. Now she at least had some idea. It was a thrill alright, to whip a beautiful girl. It was something most people have the decency never to do. Only a privileged circle of human hogs ever get to find out what this feels like. And yes, there was a thrill involved in acting out this sick manifestation of human vileness! A thrill and an intensity that made Amy feel intensely alive.
Mendez was getting very horny now. His prick was swollen, and beginning to ache from being stiff so long with no relief. He could have shot into Amy's mouth and maintained his erection, given the heat of present stimuli. But he wanted to maintain full excitement for the purpose of stealing the young girl's flower!
"Ok, Amy, it is time for the little girl to become a full grown woman. I want you to hold her down for me. I will mount her from the rear."
"Like a dog!" Amy shouted.
"Si! I will take the bitch like a dog!"
Angelique felt herself slipping in and out of focus. Her breathing was labored. Her sense of reality was slipping away, and soon it was as if she was watching the scene from a corner of the tent. Watching but not participating.
Mendez and Amy forced the long stalks of the girl's legs wide apart. The General's thick fingers parted her bush, and he began massaging her pussy hotly.
"She resists, General!"
"Si, she fights. But that is not a bad thing."
Angelique's instincts were to fight, and she struggled as well as she could, squirming and squealing to avoid the horror that was descending on her.
The General was strong. Even Amy could overpower her now. Angelique's strength was not what it normally was. She felt her muscles losing the ability to resist. She felt herself sliding away from the scene being forced on her. It was as if she no longer existed, and yet somehow her body was still there. But her will was gone. Her ability to control what was going on, had evaporated.
Angelique sensed that this was going to be an episode of extreme trauma, and her senses overloaded with negative stimuli.
"She's losing her fight!"
"The bitch! She knows she can't resist."
Mendez brought his prick into the girl's bush, and slid it between her butt cakes, in the cleavage between her cheeks.
The penis felt like an alien presence. She tightened her butt, not realizing that her tormentor was pleased with this tensing of her cakes.
Mendez looked down. The high sweet rump cakes quivered. They were red now, and had welts criss crossing from the whipping that his concubine had given the pale beauty.
"Bitch! I can smell your fear now," he said hotly into her ear. The General clinched her ear lobe with his front teeth, .causing Angelique to cry out for the first time.
"I'm going to stick it in you now, Bitch. You are going to be my slave girl from this night on. You hear me?"
The girl whimpered and moaned low in her throat, feeling the heat of his prick between her cakes. She lost control of her body completely now, and her limbs went where they were placed.
"Hold the legs apart!"
Amy obeyed Mendez, clutching the girl's ankles and pulling the long stalks of her pale legs as wide away from each other as possible.
Mendez slid down under her buttocks now, his prick rubbing against her pussy and clit. It was his experience that often a woman will get excited in spite of herself, if she is properly stimulated.
But Angelique merely rolled her eyes and passed out. This pissed him off. He told Amy to bring him the silver box that was on his table.
Amy knew very well what was on the General's mind. No thrill fucking a virgin who does not know she is being violated. Amy took some cocaine out of the box, and placed a large lump of the powder on the webbing between her thumb and forefinger.
"Give it to her. Make her breath it!"
Amy held it under the pale girl's nose, and involuntarily Angelique took up some of the powder.
The eyes popped open in horror, and suddenly crisp focus had returned to the girl's mind. She became acutely aware of the way his penis was prodding over her buttocks and pushing apart her pussy lips.
"Please!" Angelique cried out. It was the first word she'd uttered since her torment began. "Please don't do this!"
"It is already done, Bitch!"
The General's prick was just at the pussy lips, and Amy bent down to guide him in. She knew he was too wild at this point, to know what he was doing. She'd seen this happen to him once before. At a certain point, passion completely overcame Mendez, and he was liable to do anything.
Amy wanted him to deflower the girl, and not slip into her ass by accident. Later, perhaps, he could further humiliate her by taking her ass. But for now, on with the business of stealing the fruit of her maidenhead.
"Push, General! Push it in her!"
"Yes, Amy, I am going to penetrate that tight pussy! In it goes!"
The General hooked his wide palms around her hips and held her at an arched angle. He jabbed his poker into the virgin's pussy without a second's mercy, realizing that what he was doing was the most painful way to take it.
"Yyyyy! Oooowwww!" Angelique let out, her eyes squeezed shut, lips drawn up over her teeth, her nostrils flaring in pain and shock.
Mendez felt the very tight snatch squeeze his penis as he sank it in, in one sweeping assault, directly to the base! He held on tight, not moving, savoring the intense heat and tightness.
"Only once, does a woman feel this sweet," he hissed into her ear. "And you have given your sweet flower to me. General Mendez will be able to brag, from this day on, my Angelique, that he alone knows what your virgin's pussy felt like!"
Amy laughed. "And now you are la puta," she said, grabbing the girl's hair and pulling her face up. "Just another bitch. There is nothing to lose now, if you wish to fuck every man you meet. Nothing to lose at all." Amy laughed, jerking Angelique's hair to make the girl's eyes widen.
General Mendez rested, luxuriating in the warm sweet snatch his prick was buried in. Then, after a few minutes, he began moving in and out of her.
"Please! That hurts so much!"
"That is what you are here for, Bitch! To serve your master, General Mendez," Amy spit, resting the girl's face on her upper leg so she could watch the pale girl's pain. It somehow pleased her to know that this precious princess was no longer precious. Just another whore. Another bitch that was on the planet merely to serve the General.
"It hurts!" Angelique sobbed. Tears of agony ran down her smooth pale cheeks, dripping into her mouth. Her nostrils quivered wildly. Her brow was flushed a hot red, and her hair was wildly messed up from Amy's pulling and tugging.
"Now I'm going to ride you, Bitch. I'm going to teach you how to give a man pleasure. I'm sure you want to know how to please the fine husband you will have some day. That is, if any man will marry you after you've been the whore of General Mendez!"
Angelique began to cry wildly. Her body was wracked with sobs as the hot penis moved in and out of her pussy. She had no control over her cunt now. He was commanding her to squeeze him.
"Tighten it! Squeeze me with that snatch!"
But the girl could do no such thing. She felt as if her body no longer belonged to her. It was the plaything of General Mendez and his sadistic concubine.
Little did Angelique know that, not long ago, Amy was just a young virgin like herself. Before life's cruelties caught up with her. Before she was taken by Dino, and brought to serve the General.
But that was a lifetime ago anyway. Little was left of the village girl, the innocent creature that was stolen away from her village and made to serve. Now, Amy was just a concubine, and in a way, so was Angelique.
The General brought his hands under the girl, squeezing her breasts painfully, lifting and squeezing as he throbbed in her pussy. And then he began to ejaculate.
"Roll those hips, Bitch! Squeeze me with that tight cunt!"
She found herself trying to escape, but the powder they'd forced her to sniff, made her extremely conscious of everything that was happening to her. She could do nothing but surrender herself to this punishing event, and hope that they did not kill her or permanently harm her physically.
The General bucked and quivered like a mad bull as he came in the virgin girl's pussy, his hands squeezing and tweaking her breasts, his dick penetrating her to the hilt on each down stroke.
After a storming orgasm, he was quiet and still. Then, without a word, he got to his feet and turned to Amy. "She is yours now, Amy. Do you remember how I used you when you first came here? Well, it is your turn. You may use her, in any way you wish."
Amy smiled. Had she thought about it, she would have realized that the General's cruelty had perverted her completely. Once upon a time Amy was so innocent, so incapable of cruelty.
General Mendez had left his mark upon her. And now, she felt a certain delight in having power over this helpless girl.
When Amy first came to the General's camp, she served as the plaything of Christina and Lola, the General's concubines. Now she, Amy, would have her own plaything. This was the way of life inside General Mendez's little sick world.
Amy had accepted it, because she had to live. She had every reason to believe that now Angelique would accept it as well.
The General rang for Lola, and had her wipe him off with a towel as he watched his little Amy strap on the dildo he'd given her. This should be a treat, he decided. This should be quite a show!
In the stillness of the South American night, young Angelique lay on the bedroll sobbing. Her pussy ached madly, and her body felt loathsome to her. She wondered if it was possible to hate as much as she hated General Mendez. She would have gladly killed him, if she had a weapon and could do so.
Angelique had never considered herself capable of murder, but now she was. She felt her spirits sinking, and it seemed to her that only the General's death would restore her to life.
There was only one spark of life in young Angelique. She knew beyond a doubt, that her father, Captain Noble, would do anything to get her back.
Anything!
And Noble was not a man to accept defeat. He would win in the end. He would triumph. But, she wondered, what will be left to save? Her spirits felt broken. She wondered if she would ever be herself again.