Chapter 6
Fran sensed at once, as soon as she and Charles left the sunny area of the pool for the leafy depths of the surrounding garden, that he had more in mind than just speaking with her privately about their situation with the hijackers. It was obvious the diplomat was attracted to her, and wickedly, she liked the feeling. Walking along quietly next to him, she could feel the weight of his frankly speculative gaze upon her, and it was as excitedly unnerving as it had been the first time many hours before in the plane when he had hesitated in the aisle opposite her seat. What a terribly handsome and interesting man he was, she thought. So worldly, so different from Bill and their friends at home.
Her mind was in a daze, and she really didn't feel like herself. So much had happened. Charles choosing her to confide in, and then the even more emphatic interest that Ramon, the leader of the hijackers, had shown towards her. But was she imagining all this, she wondered? Was it just that the excitement of everything that had happened was going to her head? Whatever the reason, it was exciting for her, and she didn't feel too badly about the attention she was getting considering the way Liz and Bill had been acting.
She was close to anger?feeling a certain jealousy?because Liz was obviously flirting, and Bill was acting like a teenager?instead of a husband. As she and Charles reached an opening in the garden, she glanced back over her shoulder at her sister and husband, still lying on their mats at the poolside and talking, talking, talking. For an instant Fran wished with all her heart that she and Bill were at home in Cleveland, that they had never taken that particular flight to Miami, that none of this had ever happened.
"You seem to be worried about something? Charles said, sounding concerned.
"I'm sorry," she replied quickly, forcing herself to smile. "So much has been going on, that I'm a little confused."
The debonair gentleman took Fran's arm lightly as they walked deeper into the tropical lushness of the garden. There seemed to be flowers everywhere, and giant leafy vines reached up into the high trees that shaded everything.
"I can only say again, that since it is because of me that you are being kept here, I feel it my duty to do everything I can to help you. Please think of me as your friend, your good friend," he spoke gently as Fran looked up at him.
Charles stopped and turned toward her, looking down at her, without speaking. The naive young housewife felt almost giddy under his gaze. His face seemed to be drawing closer when suddenly they both heard footsteps on the pebbled path. Guiltily, they moved apart and looked back to see the hijack leader striding rapidly toward them. "I'm afraid, Charles, that you are overstepping the conditions of parole we agreed on," an angry Ramon said firmly as he reached them. "Return to your room right away and stay there until I tell you otherwise. I hope you won't force me to take more unpleasant steps."
Charles inclined his head in acknowledgement of the order, then made a little bow to Fran, "My apologies, Madam, but I must take my leave."
"Now what is it that the two of you find so important to talk about?" demanded the hi-jack leader of Fran, even though Charles was still in ear-shot.
"We were talking about the flowers and about ourselves. After all we'd never met before until a few minutes ago in the pool," Fran said defiantly, feeling anger at his insulting tone of voice.
"Oh, is that so?" said Ramon.
"Yes, it is. And personally, I think his concern for our well-being and safety is more sincere than yours." She said it, then almost immediately wished she held her tongue. After all, the hi-jack leader had made sure everyone was comfortable.
"This man you have just been talking with is very important to us," said Ramon, his voice suddenly becoming gentle, almost as if he were speaking to a recalcitrant child. "We must know exactly what is going on every minute of the time with all of you who have been brought here. We already know a great deal about some of the passengers. For example, your name is Frances Boardman Williams. You're 24, birthday is January 17th. You were born in Chicago, Illinois. Your home is at 3661 Benton Road in Shaker Heights. Your parents are Mr. and Mrs. John Stephens of Route Two, Day, Ohio.
You're travelling with your husband, William, and your sister, Elizabeth. Do you want information about them also? Now, I ask again! How long have you know Charles?"
"But... but," Fran sputtered, "I'd never talked to him before in my life, not until he said something to me in the pool just now." Mentally she was reeling from his unexpected knowledge of her. She supposed the information came from her passport, but still?what an incredible memory he must have.
Ramon stared at her for a long time, then said, "You may be telling the truth. Still, though, I think you'd better come with me to my office and answer a few more questions."
Fran had no alternative but to follow the darkly handsome man as he led her down another path, away from the pool.
The voluptuous young woman was not only frightened, but perplexed as well at Ramon's reaction at finding Charles talking to her. Whatever was going on was obviously beyond her, and Fran felt sure in her own mind that she had nothing at all to fear from Ramon. But still the uncertainty and apprehension clung to her.
Ramon opened another door just inside the hotel entrance, and Fran found herself in a small cage elevator which creaked and groaned to the hi-jack leader's penthouse office. At the top, they stepped out and he gestured toward a large white leather couch?at least ten feet long?near the window. "Sit down," he ordered, then stood staring at the ripe sensual lushness of her body so enticingly revealed in the scant bikini.
She thought he seemed less on edge here, less authoritative, and relaxed herself as a result. Finally she saw him nod, as if satisfied she was telling the truth, then he moved behind a large bar and took two frosted glasses from a small refrigerator. These were filled with a liberal amount of white rum and a red tropical fruit juice. Picking up what appeared to be a bitters bottle, he shook a few drops of the dark brown liquid into one drink but did not allow any of the extract to enter the second glass.
"We'll talk now," he said, handing her the doctored drink, then moved easily to his chair behind the desk and sat down facing her. He lifted his glass, "To friendship and truth."
Fran echoed the toast then drank thirstily of the cool beverage. It tasted wonderfully invigorating and not at all like an alcoholic cocktail. The rum hit her empty stomach and began glowing with a deep pleasing warmth.
Ramon put his own drink down on the desk and made an arch out of his outstretched fingers. "Now, I'm convinced that you and Charles were just having a friendly talk. But under the circumstances I have no choice but to be absolutely sure that no information of interest to us was passed between you."
"I've told you," Fran said convincingly, "that he started talking to me in the swimming pool. I'd never met him before in my life: and even if I had, there's nothing we could have said to each other that would make any difference. You have us all here and obviously aren't going to let us go on to Miami until you're ready to. And frankly, I'm too scared to try to play games with your men, all I want to do is go home."
"Look, you have no reason to fear anything. Haven't we treated you well? As for leaving, I think you'll be permitted to go tomorrow or the day after."
"You say that, but how do we know if we can trust you?"
"You must trust me," he answered, smiling through the arch of his fingers.
"Fine, but then you trust me when I tell you that Charles and I weren't talking about anything important," Fran countered.
"Touche," Ramon laughingly said, and lifted his glass. "What were you talking about?"
"Charles apologized to me for being the reason, as he put it, that we were all being kept here," answered Fran. "Nothing more."
"Are you sure that's all?" questioned Ramon.
"Yes".
"Well there's no harm in that, but the danger is that now you know of our interest in Charles, your husband, sister, or all three of you may try to do something foolish to obstruct us from gaining his cooperation."
"But we're just three people who left this morning for a vacation in Miami," pleaded Fran draining her glass. "We don't even know who he is or why you want him. He could be a criminal for all we know."
Ramon threw back his head and laughed loudly. "I wish I had a recording of that statement. It would cause hilarity from Buenos Aires to Ottawa. No, Charles is no criminal. A bit cunning like one,". He stopped smiling. "A bit too cunning sometimes for his own good, "but no criminal."
"I am not going to do anything that would keep me from getting to Miami as soon as possible," Fran said emphatically. She heard her own voice and it sounded much louder than she had intended.
"All right, I believe you. Besides, you're much too beautiful to lie." He stared at her, his eyes seeming to grow larger and larger until that really was all Fran could see?his eyes.
The young American woman sat quietly on the couch, confused now as she felt herself drawn to and instinctively trusting this darkly handsome man across the room. Everything seemed so confusing. So much had happened. She felt strangely lightheaded and wanted this man of strength and power, so obviously in command of the situation, to like her... to believe her.
"Please, if Charles had said anything more to me, I would tell you," she repeated, hearing her own suddenly dreamy sounding voice feeling as if it were coming from someone else. What was happening to her? She felt so strangely relaxed! How friendly the darkly handsome hi-jack leader looked to her, how trustworthy and strong he seemed to be. She felt an urge to tell him everything ? everything she was thinking. "I... I... " she began, then stopped, knowing she was being silly. "Go ahead," Ramon said softly.
"You see," Fran began to speak rapidly, her mind suddenly flooded with a real need to talk to him, "Bill, my husband Bill, and I haven't had a vacation since our honeymoon. I've been wanting for so long to get him away from his work for awhile so that we could have time together. He's always working so hard... "
"I understand. It must be difficult for you." Ramon answered, stealing a glance at her empty glass.
"Well, sometimes... but I don't want to complain. I mean, Bill is a very good husband." She was talking too much, she knew... in fact she felt rather drunk. Nervously she picked up her glass and swirled the ice cubes around.
"Is it that you wish your husband had more time for you?" asked Ramon gently.
"Yes, that's it," said Fran almost in a whisper. "That's it exactly."
"You poor girl," answered Ramon, moving from behind his desk and pressing a concealed button at the same time.
"And there's my sister, who we thought would enjoy the trip to Florida with us! Well, Bill seems to spend more of his time with Liz than he does with me," the young wife protested, feeling more than ever that she had to tell this friendly man everything. He seemed so kind.
"Well, you sister is an attractive girl herself; she doesn't have your mature body or beauty, but it would be hard to blame a man for taking some interest in her."
"But Bill is always in such a hurry," murmured Fran. "And I'm his wife. He should spend more time with me."
Fascinated in her lightheaded dizziness, Fran watched the swarthy commander moving across the room towards her, slowly, as though in a dream. She watched him take a large fluffy bath towel from a chair nearby and suddenly realized she was shivering, chilly from sitting in her damp bathing suit in the air-conditioned room. She could feel goose pimples on her legs.
Ramon sat down quietly beside her and wrapped the soft towel gently around her shoulders. "There now, that should feel better," he whispered against her ear.
The towel felt warm and good, but the goose pimples on her thighs seemed to tingle even more as she felt Ramon's hot breath on her neck when he gently brushed back a strand of her long blonde hair with one hand while placing his other hand softly but finely on her nakedly white thigh. Her drugged brain knew she must not allow him to touch her... but just one moment couldn't matter, and she felt so warm and safe... and good...
"Ramon... no, you mustn't... my husband... " Fran murmured dreamily as his hand began to caress her already traitorously quivering flesh.
His dark, lust-filled eyes devoured the length of her sensuous body, but Fran was oblivious now to everything except the warmth of the thick towel and the thrilling sensations that his caressing hands were sending throughout her entire body. Suddenly, in her drug-induced haze, it was Bill who sat beside her, with time at last to love her as she needed to be loved.
But some far off part of her mind knew it really wasn't Bill?it was a perfect stranger, a man named Ramon, hungrily eager to taste all of her ripe young body, who lifted her to her feet. Fran was only dimly aware of his hands as they pulled the towel from her and in the same smooth motion slid the bottom of her bikini down over the soft sensuous roundness of her buttocks to her ankles below. She felt the cool air against her sensitive vaginal flesh as his hot hands groped at the flimsy bikini top. Fran stood before him, beautiful and unresisting, her drugged mind confusedly thinking that this was Bill who was taking so much time to be gentle with her. She dreamily stroked Ramon's thick black hair as he dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed her back down onto the couch, where she sprawled out limply open.
Ramon slithered forward between her wide-spread thighs?and his warmly wet mouth pressed into the flesh of her smooth white belly. The sudden heated contact of his lips sent a chill racing up her spine and her body arched involuntarily as the eagerly quivering tongue began to probe lower. She had absolutely no idea of what her husband was doing as he lifted her limp, unresisting legs up and draped them back across his shoulders. Instinctively, she clasped her ankles around his neck, imprisoning his ears between the naked flesh of her smooth inner thighs as he spread the silken blonde pubic hair of her cunt outward with his thumbs. Then unexpectedly?ecstatically?he flickered his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her throbbing little vaginal hole.
"Aaaahhh," the drugged young housewife moaned deliriously, unaware now of anything except the delicious touch of the hotly flicking tongue. She shivered wantonly from the sudden electrifying contact of his wetly quivering flesh against the tiny bud of her clitoris. Her ripely flaring hips began moving, as though with a life of their own, in a lewd motion of copulation... slowly at first... then faster and faster... until they were frantically gyrating. Eagerly grasping his head, she tried to pull his hotly probing tongue up inside her love-starved cunt, as her cream-fleshed buttocks ground excitedly down against the couch, and low animal moans of wanton delight escaped from her heaving chest. Oh God! She wanted his tongue?working now like a penis?shoved deep up into her vagina. She had to have it!
But then... then suddenly, through the haze which the drugged drink had induced in her, she looked down in her wild passion at the head which was assaulting her down between her open thighs and realized that this was not Bill, but the dark swarthy man who held them prisoner. Her mind cleared temporarily... almost screaming in terror, she stared down in horrified disbelief at his long, wet tongue lewdly snaking over her quivering vaginal lips. Her head flailed desperately from side to side as she struggled to close her widespread thighs and push his face away, but it was a hopeless battle. Her drugged body was no match for his lust-incited strength and she fell back gasping.
Ramon's dark, handsome face leered at the moistly glistening flesh of her naked vagina as, with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the pink little pussy lips apart, exposing her defenseless slit to the mercy of his gaze. Fran lay frozen to the couch in fear, feeling the shame and humiliation of her earlier encouragement of this perverted act?no man had ever licked her between her legs before, not even Bill... how could she have allowed this to happen? She was as evil and depraved as this man, and she would never be able to face her husband again.
Then, her thoughts shattered. For, with an animal-like groan, Ramon dropped his head and buried the full length of his slipperily swirling tongue deep into the warm, throbbing walls of her vainly resisting pussy. "Oh God! Ooooh, Ooooooh!" she whimpered in horrified disbelief. "Not this! No!" Now that she had regained her senses, this oral attack on her loins was no longer as ecstatic as it had been when she thought Bill was kissing her there. This was a nightmare! He was doing things to her that were more depraved and disgusting than she had ever imagined, yet there was nothing she could do but lie helplessly back and accept his rapacious mouth up between her open thighs. Tears of shame and despair rolled down her hotly flushed face as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her heated cuntal mouth.
Through her revulsion, Fran gradually became aware that tiny waves of forbidden delight were beginning to ripple deep down in her belly. Oh God! She was starting to feel pleasure again! Oh no! The cruel realization of her loss of control hit her with its full impact, and she moaned in shame and fear at the knowledge that her traitorous body was betraying her once more. Clenching her teeth tightly together, she fought with every ounce of her will-power against the tiny licking sparks of ecstasy that threatened to burst into a sudden uncontrollable flame within the powder-keg of her vagina.
She tried to think of her husband and did, regretting it instantly?a picture flashed through her mind of Bill making love to her, his body pounding into her rapidly and without feeling, almost carelessly, his head turned away as though he were ashamed of what he was doing. She glanced down at Ramon, licking in animal-like subservience at her unwillingly aroused cuntal flesh, wanting only to give her pleasure; asking nothing in return! Oh God!
Ramon's eyes were wide open in greedy appreciation as he watched the fevered contortions of the young American wife's face and body as she sought to deny the delight that was wracking her whole being.
With a sudden knowing laugh, he levered her long, helplessly trembling legs back and up, until her knees were pressed against the softly heaving mounds of her full breasts and the whole flat plane of her helpless loins was exposed to his lustful eyes. This will get the beautiful little bitch going, he thought, and flicked the tip of his tongue deep into the tightly puckered little opening of her anus!
Fran jerked at the unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery anal ring. Oh God, what was he doing to her now? Desperately she tried to screw her buttocks away from the hotly worming tongue, but he only stabbed it further up into the tight little mouth of her cringing asshole. Then, with a sudden horror, she realized what he was actually doing.
"OoooohhhhhGod! Don't... Please don't... Oh, Stop!" she tried reaching down between her wide-spread thighs and pushing his voraciously slavering mouth away from her wildly pulsating anus, but it was to no avail.
For even as Fran resisted, she could feel tiny goosebumps rippling across her quivering belly and heaving breasts, and her buttocks jerked back involuntarily to meet the wetly thrusting tongue. Helpless spasms of forbidden delicious, sensation coursed through her raw nerves. The obscene depravity of his attack on her helpless body gave her a strange masochistic pleasure more intense than anything she could remember ever feeling before. Her shamelessly aroused body heaved spasmodically and began a slow, abandoned grinding movement upward against his rapacious tongue?that heatedly quivering tongue which sent wave after wonderful wave of ecstasy surging through her love-hungry loins. Revulsion and humiliation were forgotten, her husband Bill was dismissed?nothing existed now but the maddening tongue teasing hotly up into her rectum and her own wanton desire which was rapidly building to a top-heavy peak.
The Cuban sensed her surrender and with a savage grin withdrew his thick wet tongue, thrusting it once again deep into her wildly throbbing vagina. Soft blonde pubic hairs grazed tantalizingly against his nose and cheeks as she ground her firm white buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up and down against his face. The proud little American woman was good and hot now, he gloated, watching excitedly the abandoned contortions of her face as she clenched her eyes shut and bared her teeth in the ecstatic throes of sexual arousal.
He sank his long tongue deeper and deeper into her moistly throbbing pussy, accelerating his rhythm as he felt the young wife's increasingly passionate writhing. She was moaning now in an agony of forbidden pleasure, low, animal mewls rising from deep within her lust-constricted throat. While his tongue continued to ravage her greedily sucking vagina, he wormed, his middle finger up into the tiny puckered little ring of her asshole.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" Fran screamed as the unexpected attack sent a violent electric thrill racing uncontrollably throughout her body, and then, miraculously, she was there?the wave broke over her and left her screaming in exaltation. "Oh God... YESSS! I'm CUUUMMMMIIING!"
Her body simply convulsed beneath the hi-jack leader's mouth and her insanely quivering thighs fell laxly apart as her head flailed passionately from side to side. She bucked and writhed like a dying wild animal.
Never before in her life had she felt like this! Wave after wave of exquisitely beautiful sensation continued to break over her and there was a churning whirl of colors before her glazed eyes... and then it grew grey and dim and black... and silent... and she collapsed in totally satisfied exhaustion upon the couch.