Chapter 7
Fran came awake with a start. She glanced in confusion around the strange room until memory of the past hours returned and the tingling excitement again raced through her body. Sleepily, she touched the still warm lips of her vagina with one hand as she rolled over to look around the room once more. The two pieces of her scant bikini were hung over a chair beside the couch where she lay warm and comfortable under the blanket that Ramon had evidently placed over while she slept. The young wife let her eyes close once again and lay there for a few minutes enjoying the newly aroused sensations in her own body. But as her mind grew clearer, her conscience began to pound in guilty horror at the realization of what she had done. Grasping the blanket around her, she abruptly sat upright on the couch.
Propped against the telephone on Ramon's desk was a note with her name on it. Fran tore it open and read: "Thank you. You were beautiful. Turn on the television set before you leave."
Puzzled, Fran found the large-screen TV set in the corner on the other side of the desk and switched it on. Almost instantly the screen was filled with a high angle picture of herself nakedly and obscenely sprawled on the couch with Ramon crouched on his knees on the floor in front of her. Frozen, she watched her own hips gyrating in wanton response to his tongue's eager probings and saw her hands grasping his head to pull his tongue deeper into her, even from that angle, visibly glistening vagina.
What? How? How could he? Why? She clutched the blanket tightly around her shivering body and glanced frantically around the room?her eyes always coming back to the screen. Then she spotted a little metal box at one side of the television?that, she realized instantly must be a tape adapter. With a gasp of dismay, she realized that the obscenities she was watching on the monitor set must be a TV tape that Ramon had filmed secretly! Oh God, it couldn't be true! If Bill saw these pictures, her life was ruined!
With shaking fingers Fran tore at the latch on the side of the television tape adapter, but found to her horror that it was locked. She pounded with her fists and tired to pull it open with her fingernails, but it was closed tightly and its steel lock was impossible for her to force. During this whole time, obscene images of her body salaciously writhing beneath Ramon bombarded her from the screen of the TV set, and she could hear the vile sucking sounds of his voraciously swirling tongue wetly fucking into her wide-open vagina... and worst of all, could even hear her own wanton voice begging the man to go ahead with his horrible act. Frightened at what she saw, and yet beginning to become excited all over again at the sight of herself completely at the mercy of the Cuban's relentless will, she glanced around the room in confusion. There must be a camera! Where was it? Then she saw it's small black lens pointed directly down at the couch from its hiding place in the ornamented chandelier. The microphone must also be hidden somewhere around nearby, she realized. But that didn't matter now! It was too late for anything to matter. How could Ramon have been so diabolical as to have done this to her? What did it all mean?
Suddenly, she heard Ramon's voice clearly addressing her from the TV screen, and whirled around to see an image of herself collapsed in naked satiation on the couch. She watched in fascination the TV picture of Ramon covering her supine form gently with the very blanket that she grasped around herself at this moment. As he straightened up from covering her, she heard him say that he regretted having to make a record of something that he had enjoyed so much, but that in his line of work such precautions were necessary.
"You'll be surprised to see us both like this again," she heard his voice talking to her. "But I am making this television tape of us for a purpose. You see, Charles must be convinced to cooperate with me and my organization. And I have decided that you must be the one to do the convincing. He likes you! And he desires you as a woman. I think that if you are kind to him, he will listen to what you tell him."
Fran shivered in fear and dismay at what she was hearing. Ramon's handsome face seemed to bore into her all over again from the cold, locked distance of the television screen. What did he expect her to do?
"Now my dear Fran, unless you are able to convince Charles to cooperate, I'm afraid I'll be forced to show the most interesting part of this tape to your husband, Bill. That is all I have to say... except for the fact that you are... well, that I have never enjoyed any woman more than you. It is too much to hope that you will ever come to me of your own free will so we can do this again, but I, too, think you are a very desirable woman."
Then the screen went blank.
Fran quickly pulled on her bikini and half ran down the hallway, wanting only to escape from this room and be together with Bill.
Most of the passengers still lay by the pool in the afternoon sun. They dozed and it was obvious that nothing had happened to any of them in her absence, but in the space of that short time, Fran's life had been changed irreparably. Liz was lying where she had last seen her, but she was alone now. Flustered, Fran hurried to her sister's side and dropped quietly to the beachmat beside her.
"Hi," said Fran trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.
"Oh, hi, Sis," Liz said, turning lazily toward her sister and propping herself up on one elbow. She yawned prodigiously. "Where have you been? Bill was looking for you."
Fran closed her eyes, feeling her composure deserting her. "Where is he?"
"Went back to the room?said he was getting too much sun."
Suddenly Fran could no longer maintain her facade of gayness and two big tears rolled down her face. Quickly she turned her face. For a split second Liz was sure the older girl was weeping because she and Bill had been flirting?more than "flirting" actually. Once, about an hour ago, she had wanted him to kiss and caress her so badly that she almost took him to her room, the only thing that kept her by the pool was the fact that she was too inexperienced to figure out a way of getting him to accompany her without being downright open about it.
Impulsively, the younger sister put out her hand, "Fran? What's wrong?" The only answer was a convulsive sobbing and a shake of the head.
"Are you sick?"
Again a shake of the head and a muffled, "Only with myself."
Liz put out her hand and turned the weeping woman over to face her. "Hey, what's wrong, sis?" Now the young girl was really getting frightened. It just had to be because of Bill and her. Nothing, absolutely nothing, however, could have prepared her for the stunning answer.
"It's Ramon! He did... did something... terrible to me. And I let him do it! Oh God! I don't know why... but I let him."
"Ramon?" Liz gasped, staggered and disbelieving. Her eyes had grown as big as chestnuts as she stared at her sister. She was dying to ask what "terrible" thing had occurred, but she was positive that the darkly handsome hi-jack leader had made love to her sister. Wow! Oh wow! This was even more exciting than being kidnapped! "When?" she asked, then impulsively, "where did it happen?"
"In his office," Fran wept, "oh, I'm so ashamed."
Liz trembled with excitement. She had been right! Ramon had done it to her! Then with the abrupt change of mood so common to a teenager, the younger sister felt the water welling up in her own eyes. Fran seemed so miserably unhappy, "Don't cry, Fran... please, don't." She sought for something else to say, then added "It's over now?just try to forget."
"I can't forget, what if Bill finds out what I did?"
"Well, I won't tell him. And surely you won't tell him."
Fran wiped the tears with the back of her hand. "But that's just it," she said. "Ramon had a TV camera taking pictures of what happened and now he's got it all down on film! I just saw it. Oh God! It's terrible! I feel so dirty."
Liz's eyes grew even wider. "Oh wow! On film? Really?"
"He told me what I have to do. He said he'd show Bill the pictures unless I could make that man named, Charles, cooperate with him. But how can I do that?"
"Listen, don't tell another soul about this," Liz said, very frightened but trying to stay calm. "Maybe you'd better find Charles and talk to him right away!"
Fran lay on the towel, all cried out?exhausted and lifeless now. "It's no use Liz... I'm ruined forever. I can't make him answer questions."
"Well... aren't you even going to try?"
"I can't, what excuse could I give him?" Liz suddenly took command of the situation and pulled her sister up. "Come on, you go back to the room and lie down. I'll go and talk to him."
"But I don't want you to get mixed up in all this mess," pleaded Fran. "What could you say to him that I couldn't?"
"Listen to me," countered Liz. "I'm your sister, and, dammit, I want to help you. You've gone through enough this afternoon already. Just tell me where this Charles is, and I'll talk with him, then come right back and tell you what he said."
"Well... maybe... if you really want to... " Fran said doubtfully.
"Maybe if I can convince him, Ramon and his men will let us all go on to Miami," Liz tried to sound cheerful, though she felt almost sick with fear. "Now tell me where he is."
"Ramon sent him to his room inside the hotel over an hour ago and told him to stay there. I suppose he's still there. It's room number 215."
"I'll be back as soon as I can. You try to sleep and don't worry!" She kissed her tearful sister and walked quickly toward the lobby. A guard watched her walk down the corridor to the room, he made no move to halt or question her, but his unblinking stare made her terribly nervous.
Timidly, the bikini-clad teenager knocked at the door.
"Yes?" called out a deep voice from inside.
"It's Liz Bingingham, Fran Williams' sister," she stammered.
She could hear someone moving toward the door, and before she had time to collect herself and plan in her mind exactly how she was going to handle all this, Charles opened the door. Liz, with only a flimsy, almost transparent cotton blouse on over her bathing suit, suddenly felt young and silly before such an elegantly attired older man. Charles wore an expensive silk mid-thigh dressing gown. His warm smile and friendly manner made Liz feel more at ease. He looked at her and her figure, but somehow it was different than a rude boy staring at you, she thought.
"I'm so glad to meet you, young lady. Earlier this afternoon I was having such a pleasant chat with your charming sister," he said.
"Yes, Fran told me and, in a way, that's why I'm here."
"Well, please do come in," Charles said, puzzled but smiling.
Liz glanced nervously around the room. There was no place to sit but the bed, so she perched gingerly at the end of it and without preamble, began to explain. "Ramon threatened Fran after he found you with her. He told her that you must cooperate with him."
"Oh, that poor girl, I hope she's all right," he sighed deeply, and Liz thought he seemed so terribly alone. She wanted to reach out and try to comfort him. He gazed steadily at her, "I seem to be the cause of so much trouble for all of you. I am sorry." He reached over and grasped the teenager gently by her shoulder as he continued seriously, "Liz, the last thing I would wish to do would be to cause two such beautiful young women?you and your sister-any anxiety."
The cute teenager jerked at his touch, which sent electric shivers through her nerves. He'd called her a "woman".
"I... I know you didn't mean to hurt us." His kindness seemed to release the tears she held back before Fran. "But everything that's happened has been so terrible?we should all be in F?Florida now, not in this awful place!" Tears brimmed up in her eyes as he lightly patted her shaking shoulder.
"Liz, I want you to know," he said softly, "that I will not allow anything unpleasant to happen to you or to your sister. Please believe me!"
Liz looked up into his strong, reassuring face and felt comforted. Her head spun dizzily and she closed her eyes. The pressure of his arm around her shoulders increased.
"Are you all right, Liz?" he asked, his voice warm and concerned.
The young girl felt that this man must be like the father whom she had never known. Fran could remember their father, but he had been killed in a hunting accident only weeks before Liz, herself, had been born. Now, after all the unnerving events of the day since the hijackers had taken over their flight, Liz felt the need for protection from someone strong, someone like this older man. She whimpered like a little girl and snuggled against his firm arms.
"You are so beautiful, like a frightened little fawn." He pulled her gently against his chest, tenderly massaging her quivering back. Liz let herself fall against the tall figure beside her. She felt so warm and safe... and something else too, a faint tingling which she refused to acknowledge.
Gently he brushed the hair from her face. His touch was magnetically overwhelming. What a boy Al is, she thought suddenly, compared to this man who will take care of us. Gratefully, the cute teenager clung to his strong, muscular body, and as she did, she abruptly became aware that he was getting an erection. The revelation stunned her?frightened her?at first; she had never realized she could affect a man such as this?handsome, older, important! She knew she was desirable to Al and other boys his age, even Bill... but this was different. She glanced down and saw his massively pulsating penis rising rapidly as it pushed through the folds of his dressing gown and stood waving erectly out in front of him. His penis grew until it throbbed against her lightly tanned stomach, but she did not move away. Even when his warm hand moved gently down inside the loose bra of her bikini and slowly caressed her tenderly erect nipples, the young girl still did not draw back, for his hands seemed to belong against her sun-warmed skin. A delicious tingling began to pulsate through her stomach and thighs, and there was a new and different quivering urgency in her wetly warm young pussy that had never been there before. It was a little like the feeling she had when she sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and found herself rubbing her strangely aching pussy?but now the feeling was far stronger.
Liz felt as though her whole body were melting... her hands, as though with a mind of their own, reached beneath the smoking jacket for the hardness of his chest and her trembling fingers entwined themselves in his thick mat of curly brown and gray hair. She was aware that she should make some effort to stop him, but at the same time knew that she didn't want to stop. Abruptly, knowing what was about to happen, she decided that this was the way she would become a woman, with this man who was so strong and kind... this was the way she wanted it to be.
Charles continued to gently caress her slender young body, his soothing hands massaging her back, her softly firm buttocks and cool, sleek, hairless thighs. Then his hand slowly slipped under the elastic waist band of her swim suit bottom and touched the naked flesh of her warmly trembling little belly. She held her breath, revelling in his touch, and then sighed loudly as his expert fingers teased the quivering pink cuntal lips and lightly brushed the tiny bud of her clitoris; with his other hand and he quickly and expertly stripped her blouse and bikini top and bottom away from her sensuous young curves to make her completely naked.
"Your body is so beautiful, Liz," he murmured softly, blowing into her ear. "I want to make love with you!"
Liz heard herself answer him in an unfamiliarly hoarse, trance-like voice. "Yes... love me... love me... "
Her satiny body shook with anticipation as he gently pushed her down on the mattress and parted her firm, ivory-colored thighs to expose the moistly pink cleft of her waiting vagina. The young girl began trembling uncontrollably as the older man's hand moved knowledgeably over the softly curling pubic mound to find her now erectly pulsating little clitoris.
"Oh... ooohhh... God!" she gasped. Her hips began to rotate intuitively, reaching hungrily upwards to meet the probing finger. Sensing the teenager's mounting excitement, he slithered his finger into the velvety warm folds of vaginal flesh and slowly flicked it in and out until low moans of passion issued from her tightly clenched lips. Charles pushed her down harder on her back against the bed, then pulling off his silk robe, he crawled between her wide-spread legs and placed the swollen tip of his long, hard cock at the hotly throbbing little mouth of the girl's vagina. Gently, he wormed his thick penis between the heated pink lips of her virginal young pussy.
God! he thought in amazement. She was tight! Could she actually be a virgin? No it wasn't possible; she looked so sexy?so poised?seemed to want to be fucked so badly, that she just had to be experienced. Liz's warm wet pussy walls clasped tightly around his cock head as he gently began to penetrate the narrow passage. Cautiously he pulled back, then pushed in a little further, while his hands massaged the firm white mounds of her youthful breasts.
Suddenly Liz jerked her hips violently up toward him in an involuntary spasm of urgent desire. His swollen, iron-hard rod plunged deep into her belly, and he could feel a slight pop inside as he shattered the thin protective membrane of her virginity. Elated, Charles felt a wave of amazement pass over him?so she was a virgin after all!
The pain seared through Liz's sensitive flesh like a red-hot knife, and the young girl screamed piteously, trying desperately to pull away from the huge pounding shaft that was tearing her belly apart. "OOOGGGHHH! Stop! You're hurting me... you're killing me!" Tears gushed from her eyes as she writhed in agony beneath him.
Charles remained buried inside the velvety heated folds of quivering flesh, forcing himself not to move until her pained protests faded at last to helpless whimpers. Then, very gently, he began a pulsing, rhythmic movement with his desire-swollen cock, pushing further and further in and up until at last the smooth tip of his hotly throbbing penis pressed against the yielding cushion of her cervix. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, as the young girl realized the worst was over, Liz's whimpers changed to tiny, excitedly rising mewls of pleasure as she felt the warm pounding deep up inside of her vagina, and her hips intuitively began arching up to meet his thrusts. It felt to Charles as if she were trying to suck him deeper, ever deeper into her womb. God, he had never felt such a perfect little cunt before! Her vaginal muscles squeezed at the rubbery tip of his cock, nibbling tantalizingly until he thought he would go out of his mind, while other muscles moved across the sensitive lower part of his madly pulsing penis. He ached to shoot his sperm into her churning cunt, but he knew he must control himself?this was the young girl's first time, and he would make it perfect for her!
Liz's face was flushed and contorted from the surprisingly wonderful sensations flooding her body. The smooth cock's head throbbed deep inside of her, and she could feel every fleshy little ridge of his penis pressing tightly against her sensitive vaginal walls. His lust-inflated balls swayed softly, teasingly, against her anus.
"More... more... do it harder!" she begged, and Charles decided she was ready. Locking his hands beneath her smooth young thighs, he pressed her knees hard back against her heaving chest?this would drive his cock deeper still into the eager young pussy. Then, taking her by surprise, he slammed the swollen rod into her as hard and as deeply as he could. She screamed in pleasure as her deep inner cunt nerves sent new thrills of excitement racing through her. Again he thrust in, deeper and more furiously each time until his testicles smacked hard against her nakedly straining asscheeks.
Sliding his hands beneath the smoothly rounded moons of her frantically thrashing buttocks, Charles cupped and kneaded them roughly fucking his lust-hardened cock into her with even greater frenzy. She slid her long legs down around his muscular buttocks to suck more of him into her hungry, now totally de-virginated young cunt. The vibrations in her stomach and vagina were intensifying into hotter and hotter convulsions as she writhed in wanton abandonment beneath him. More... more... she wanted this beautiful fucking to last forever!
Charles felt the sudden heating of her cuntal passage and knew that her climax was approaching rapidly. Quickening the rhythm of his thrusts, he ground his huge swollen cock desperately into her heatedly impatient vagina.
"Oooohhh... Oooohhh... " the girl moaned frantically as the enormous pressure filled her and electrifying tingles began radiating out from her wildly clenching pussy. Then the exquisite waves of a new found ecstasy broke over her.
"OOOOHHHH... it's here!... Ohhhh... God; CHARLES!" She jerked violently and then collapsed, her smooth young vaginal walls clenching and unclenching with uncontrollable spasms, her head thrown back and teeth bared, her neck tendons straining like cables under intolerable pressure, her legs beating in a wildly abandoned tap dance of lust. Through her passion she felt his heavily pistoning cock shudder inside her and torrents of heatedly thick white liquid splashed far up into her quivering belly. With the impact of his cumming, her body convulsed into a new, even more beautifully intense orgasm... surge after surge of exquisite pleasure shook her body... it must never stop, never, never...
At last, completely saturated by the violent pleasure of these previously undreamed-of sensations, the young girl lay still beneath the older man's tenderly caressing hands. Hazily she thought that she wanted her body to feel like this forever, and then reaching out to put her hand on his naked thigh, she slipped into a deep, peaceful afterdoze.