Chapter 6
"Momma," Linda muttered. "Close the curtains, Momma." She let her eyes flutter open. Her Cuban vacation came back to her in a rush.
It's too bright to be my cell, she thought. Linda tried to move her arms. She dangled with her feet a few inches from the ground, spread far apart. She remembered the bandits surrounding her, tying Carlos to a pack mule, but everything else was blank.
Why am I tied up? she wondered. Linda ran her tongue over her lips. The slant of the shadows said it was late afternoon. Where's Carlos? She raised her head, but her hair was in her eyes. Linda tossed it back. Carlos lay on his side, a rope running from his bound ankles to his neck. Linda tried to whisper, but her throat was raw. She pulled up with her arms, and a dull ache in her crotch told her at least part of what had happened. She moved in her bonds. It felt like quarts of sticky semen had dried on her thighs. The scaly stuff ran clean to her knees. She flexed her legs, and a burning pain at the top edge of her rectum reminded her of the last few seconds before she'd passed out. "Ohhh, my gawd!" she moaned, and slumped forward again.
Arguing voices came to her ears. She looked off to the left, where a dozen men squatted in front of a cave. The wind blew some of their words away, but she could hear enough to realize they were debating whether to kill Carlos or take him along in hope of increasing the reward. One of the bandits was saying, "Look, we only have two men who can go safely into Havana. That's not enough to take two prisoners in."
The leader, the one who had fucked her on horseback, looked over the heads of the others to where Carlos lay. "If he helped her escape, Almieda will want him, too, and you know he never likes the sorrowful ones to die before he gets them." He looked at Linda and smiled. "Of course, Meyers may pay us more for the girl ... she is spectacular, no?" He swaggered around the end of the group and walked to where Linda hung between the two small trees.
"I think I will ask her where she would rather go ... and if that one should accompany her," he said in English. He called an order over his shoulder and one of the men turned Carlos to face Linda. "He should watch ... you are going to pass judgement on him," the bandit leader said. He turned to stare at Carlos.
Carlos spit across the packed dirt of the clearing. He looked ready to speak, but thought better of it. Linda tensed as the chieftain watched Carlos. "No," she rasped, "Please, no. Don't kill him."
"You enjoy this life, this freedom army?" the "general" asked, sauntering around Linda. His eyes traveled up and down her body, surveying the purple bruises on her breasts and asscheeks. "If you weren't worth so much money, we would keep you here. Many of the peasant women would be glad to be in your place, among the only real men in Cuba," he bragged. Without looking, he scraped his worm boot backward, showering Carlos with dust. "These city men, for example," he went on, "they only come to the forests when Batista is ready to cut off their shriveled balls. And those Castristos! How long can you expect to live with a whole army after you?"
The bandit leader turned around, lecturing as much to his men as to Linda. "No, the Army, they are more like us. They understand we do not bother most people. If we were with the Reds, they would come after us, but they know the rebles would kill us as fast as they kill the regular soldiers. That is a very good reason to give you both to Coronel Almieda." His voice droned on, and Linda looked away. She blinked, trying to clear her vision. A branch had just moved against the wind. Linda looked at Carlos. His eyes flicked from her right to her left. That same stony immobility she'd seen when she offered her body to him jelled on his face. He shook his head slightly.
Linda looked past him again. She detected more tiny increments of motion. One of the horses at the far end of the clearing stamped, and a mule brayed. Carlos had closed his eyes and gone limp on the ground. Linda looked at the "general" again...." your other talents. Meyers must have trained you for something very interesting to offer so much cocaine," he said. The dozen bandits behind had their eyes locked on Linda. With a flick of the wrist, the leader commanded two men to cut her down from the saplings.
"I had thought about tying you upside down," the leader said, "but that might give you another fit." He translated into Spanish, and the bandits laughed.
Linda fell to her knees as soon as the ropes on her wrist were released. The bandit leader cocked the revolver she'd taken from Colonel Almieda and held it negligently in one hand. He undid his fly and waved the pistol toward his his erect prick. "Toma! Eat it, woman!"
Linda looked around, shocked. She'd heard insults, even in Ohio, but to think that people actually did that ... She hesitated, and a booted foot swung bruisingly into her crotch. The lips of her pussy puffed up immediately. The sore tissues of her ass and cuntmouth burned. The fire infected her clit. Linda knee-walked to the bandit leader and grasped his prick.
"Yes, eat it! I want to feel those American lips around mi carne," the "general" sneered. He nudged the back of her head with the barrel of the gun.
Linda sneaked a glance at Carlos, who lay limp, resigned. The aroma of horse and cuntjuice and dried semen came to her nostrils, thick enough to cut with a spoon. Linda gulped and parted her lips.
The salty, heavy taste of his cockhead surprised her. The slit at the tip already oozed a bitter fluid, and her saliva mixed slimily with it. The dried come and cuntcream made the surface of the big knob sticky, but a little more spit made the whole end feel as slick as the lips of her pussy. Linda took a fresh grip on his prick and moved her lips down.
She didn't know whether to suck or lick at the warm, thick rod. Linda wondered if he expected her to put it all into her mouth. It seemed impossible. She touched the tip of her tongue to the slit at the end and searched inside.
The leader's prick plowed forward into her mouth in a swift shove. Linda nearly gagged. She only half-listened to the bandit's words. Linda began to get interested in the textures of his prick.
A hand sneaked under her asscheeks and started toying with her pussy. Fingers twined in her cunthairs. Linda couldn't see who it was, but it couldn't have been the "general." His hands were both on her head, holding her face while he stroked in and out.
The easy, greasy slide of the cock in her lips sent telegraphic messages of heat to her breasts. Linda felt her nipples erecting. She wasn't sure if it was the twisting hand in her pussy or the growing, pulsing prick in her mouth that caused it.
The hand in her cunt dug in harder. Linda inhaled more of the chieftain's prick. She rolled her tongue around the knob. The shaft was somehow smoother than the end, even though the surface looked wrinkled with traceries of veins. Linda started to bob her head back, and a thumb dug into her asshole.
The pain made her start. She barely managed to keep from biting down on the leader's cock. Linda rotated her hips, trying to convince the owner of the invading thumb that he should stop. The motion encouraged him.
Two fingers slipped into her cuntmouth. Another reached up the slippery central stripe of her pussy and found her clit. Linda sucked harder. The cock in her mouth wasn't connected to the hand in her crotch, but the feelings from each of them certainly were. Juice squished noisily in her crotch, and Linda pulled her head off the leader's prick.
"More!" he insisted, and pushed her face toward his crotch again. Linda was having a hard time getting her breath. The taste was becoming more acceptable, even pleasing. She wondered what the bandits were going to do to her when she became aroused enough.
Another man found a way. Hands suddenly seemed to grow all over her body. Fingers pinched the mounds of her tits and gouged at her ass. Linda felt the egg-smooth knob of another man's prick press against the side of her face. The leader pulled her head away again. She instantly transferred to the second cock.
It was smaller, but the taste of her cunt was missing. Pure man! Linda thought, and she gobbled down the shaft. The knob pressed against her palate. Linda raised her head again.
Her tongue whipped around the knob like a snake. She felt hands on her tits, fingers in her cunt, the thumb in her asshole all move faster. At least four different men were fondling her, fingerfucking her, shoving cocks at her mouth. Linda felt suffocated, but she sucked valiantly at the prick in her mouth.
In seconds, the leader pulled her face back to his own prick. Linda reached up and found the shaft of another cock with her hand. She jacked at it, matching the speed of her hand strokes to the hunching rhythms of the man's hips.
Linda lavished tonguework all around the bandit chiefs cock, keeping her hand moving on the other man's prick. Fingers pinched her nipples into blazing stubs of heat, mauled her breasts into tight mounds of nerves. Her hips circled from side to side, then rolled in a coital motion. Another fingertip found her clitty. Hands and pricks and fingers massaged all the most sensitive parts of her body. For a frantic second, Linda was afraid they would pull her off of the "general's" prick and start double-fucking her again, but it didn't happen.
The leader pulled his hands away from her head. Linda took it as permission to suck the next man's cock. This one was different again, dry where her saliva had soaked the others. There was no hood of foreskin. She reveled in the clean, naked space between the ridge of the knob and the broad part of the shaft, and sucked until the head seemed ready to burst.
Hands on her head dragged her back to the leader's prick. Without .realizing it, Linda grabbed a cock in each hand. She stroked the loose skin up and down hot shafts, working her fists with all the frenzy that was building in her cunt. A mad urge to investigate the taste of semen seized her. She licked and sucked madly, her tongue preying on the flare of the bandito's cockhead. She slipped her mouth off the head for an instant and ran her tongue down the front of the shaft.
Linda was hotter by the second. The oily sweat of horny excitement covered her body. A prickhead jabbed at the side of her tits. She felt boots skid past her bare feet, and the hand in her crotch moved. A man pulled her backwards onto his cock, and the greased center of her pussy filled instantly. A lightning bolt of sudden fullness in her cunt started an orgasm.
But Linda knew she couldn't let go completely. She bounced her ass up and down on the man's lap, but kept her teeth off of the leader's prick. The fluttering waves in her pussy spread until she was gripping the cocks in her hands like iron bars. She jacked faster and faster, sucked harder ... the whole world was cocks and hands and mouths and cuntflesh, sucking and thrusting and mingling hot and wet....
A huge crashing noise shattered her eardrums. Sperm jetted into her mouth. The cocks in her hands slipped away. The man seated under her bouncing ass spasmed upward, throwing her away from the bandit leader's cock. Still the huge noise went on....
The cock disappeared from her cunt. Hot, sticky fluid rained down on her. Linda fell heavily on her side. Her head hit a rock. She opened her eyes in shock.
Linda screamed. She couldn't hear herself. The clearing around her was full of leaping, twisting bodies. The stacatto of machine-gun fire hammered at her ears. She saw Carlos scrambling, hunching like a worm toward the edge of the clearing. The bandit leader, his pants still around his ankles, shot back at the trees.
Naked men flopped like dying fish in the dirt. The zone where Linda had been was covered with blood and the viscid white of semen. A grenade roared, and the yellow-red of the explosion shattered the trees where she'd been tied. As the whipcrack of rifle shots added to the confusion, she heard "Down! Linda-" and a second roar as another grenade exploded.
Half of the banditos were dead in the first three seconds, but the leader was still shooting. He dropped to his naked knees. The slide of the automatic he held kicked back and stayed. He grabbed for the ivory grip of Almieda's pistol and raised it toward the two rebels who'd burst into the clearing near Carlos.
"It's MINE!" Linda screamed. She dove at the bandit leader, her hands stretched for the pistol. He swung it half around. Everything jerked to slow-motion while Linda flew through the four feet of bullet-torn air between them. The hammer went back, and the barrel foreshortened. The hole at the end went from oval to round just as the heel of Linda's right hand struck the bandit's shoulder. She felt the concussion of the exploding gasses. She wrenched the pistol away. A shot from a rifle made bloody pulp of the "general's" chest. Shock and outrage more evil than anything Linda had ever seen crossed his face.
Linda rolled to her left. She lit on her side, her breast scraping into the dirt. Before her hipbone had contacted the ground, the pistol was in her right hand and ready. She spun around and rose to a half-crouch. The shooting stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
Three green-clad, bearded men stepped into the clearing, three different guns at the ready. Linda looked to her right. Two more, one with his back braced against the heavy, wicked-looking automatic rifle he pointed a few feet away from her Linda's belly. A sixth, then a seventh man showed just back of the treeline, still untying Carlos' bonds. Linda lowered her pistol. "Uhhh, don't shoot," she stammered. A phrase from a war movie jumped into her mind. "Sessen sie. nicht! No, that's German. Carlos, help!"
Carlos stood up, shaking the circulation back into his hands. "Don't worry, Linda. You're part of the rebel army now ... and when I tell them where that pistol came from, you'll be a hero." He stepped into the clearing again and spoke rapidly to the guerrillas. The look on their faces turned from wariness to surprised admiration.
Carlos was telling the story of their escape with flamboyant gestures. Linda broke in. "Carlos, now that I'm a hero, can I have my clothes back?"
Carlos stopped, embarrassed. "You better...." he began, then stopped talking just in time to catch her. Linda passed out for the second time that day.