Chapter 7
The combination of fright, nausea from the putrefying stench of the burlap fish bag over her head, and the lack of oxygen had caused Margaret to momentarily lose consciousness. She was only vaguely aware that she was trussed up like a spring lamb being taken to slaughter and of being carried over someone's shoulder. Then had come the moment when she was dropped unceremoniously and, through the back of her dress, she could feel the resiliency of what she was sure was a rubber boat - undoubtedly the expeditions big, inflatable dinghy.
She heard the sound of a motor starting and a second later felt a bobbing motion as the boat moved across the relatively serene waters of the lagoon. From somewhere just to the right of her, Margaret heard the gasping, choking, protesting voice of Jean Pepper pleading in Spanish, "I ... I can't breathe. You're killing me. Please take off the sack." This was followed immediately by Carolyn's objections, "I can't breathe either."
Momentary relief washed over Margaret. Thank God, the three of them were together; that meant their captors didn't mean to murder them. Before she could reassure the other two women, she heard a man's voice say, "Cut a hole in the sacks, but leave them tied up."
Margaret felt her shoulders gruffly seized and she was jerked upright. A second later, a slit was cut in the burlap bag; sunlight and fresh air poured in, and she took deep breaths, filling her oxygen-starved lungs as the split bag was pulled down to her shoulders.
She gazed around and realized her earlier surmise had been correct; they were being transported in the expedition's huge, twelve man inflatable dinghy.
"Mother, are you all right?" Carolyn asked, and there was fear and uncertainty in her trembling young voice.
"Yes, dear. Have they hurt you?"
Carolyn was not given a chance to reply, for at this moment one of the four young Mexican-Indian men in the boat snapped, "Silencio! Do not speak until you are given permission."
Jean Pepper said, "I recognize you. You're Joaquin, the one who tried to steal the generator."
Joaquin said nothing, merely leaned toward the secretary and growled, "Silencio." He slapped her once; she fell sideways onto the floor of the boat.
Two of the other men laughed, the third one merely stared speculatingly, with hot eyes, at the secretary's ripely filled out figure. He said something in a low tone of voice to Joaquin, who replied, "Not now, Diego, later ... you may have her."
Diego persisted, grabbing his cock through the material of his trousers. "I can wait, amigo, but my brother here between my legs has no patience." The remark was greeted by laughter.
Margaret closed her eyes and turned her head away, a motion which did not escape Joaquin's eagle-like eyes. "What is wrong, senora? Does the thought of a real man's nice fat cock trouble you? I would think that with a woman's body, such as God has given you, that you would be eager to share your nice warm cunt with a nice man-sized cock. Such as mine! Look, is it not beautiful?"
Oh God, Margaret thought, keeping her eyes closed, we are in the hands of a madman. It would have been better for them to murder us. There was no doubt in her mind that all three of them would be violated. She must do something, but what? She screamed as her hair was cruelly grasped close to the scalp and her head yanked around. "Puta - whore! - when you are commanded to open your eyes, you must open them ... if you want to live any longer."
Margaret opened her eyes. There, in front of her face, only a few inches away, Joaquin's thick, already hardened cock stood throbbing in virile splendor. As she watched, he slowly pulled back the foreskin to reveal a huge blood-engorged head that throbbed softly in his obvious excitement at tormenting and frightening her. Seeping from the tiny slit at the end was one small drop of thin white pre-cum that stood out like a tiny pearl against the red velvety background of the rubbery head.
"Now, is that not the most beautiful sight your eyes have ever seen?" He twisted her hair when she refused to answer. When her silence was maintained, he took his hand off his cock and slapped her twice. The sound of his palm hitting her face was like a shot heard even above the sound of the motor.
"Leave my mother alone," Carolyn screamed, more in anger than in fright.
Joaquin turned slowly and looked at the girl. He asked softly, ominously, "Did I give you permission to speak?"
"I don't care. Stop hurting my mother."
Margaret sensed the threat and instinctively realized that Carolyn was talking herself into serious trouble or injury. "Be quiet, darling. Don't say anything." In order to draw Joaquin's attention away from her daughter, she looked up at him and said, "No, I do not think your penis is beautiful. It's ugly. Repulsive."
Diego and the two other men laughed uproariously, slapping their thighs in glee as they watched the uncooperative American senora insult the leader.
Joaquin released Margaret's hair. He stood upright in the smoothly running boat, looking toward his men with a mock expression of hurt on his swarthy face. He made his lips tremble as though he were about to weep and his mustache, like twin puppy dog tails trailing down each side of his mouth seemed to quiver in sorrow at this cruel thing the gringa had said. Then he glanced down at the pulsating prick jutting like a third arm from between his legs. "Do not listen to her, my fine friend. Please do not be hurt at her unkind words. You know and I know that you are beautiful. And she, also, will soon realize how beautiful you are." He looked down at Margaret, sitting defiantly in front of him. "You have hurt his feelings. He is only eight inches long and feels inferior to the gray God whales who visit our lagoon to breed in the winter of each year. The whale penis weighs over 400 pounds and is four and five feet long. My father's father before me saw a whale leap over his boat one day and saw a penis that was at least seven feet long. My little friend here," he grasped his thick prick once again and peeled back the foreskin, "heard the story and his feelings have been easily hurt since that time. Why do you not apologize to him? Kiss him to show you meant no disrespect."
"I would die first," Margaret spat out.
Now the men in the boat had stopped laughing. The air of tenseness was electric, felt by everyone, and Jean Pepper stirred uneasily. It was all very well for Margaret to be brave and bitchy, but if she didn't look out she would wind up getting them all killed. After all, a cock was only a cock, and the Mexican gang - being fishermen - were clean. They were probably cleaner than the expedition's members as far as that was concerned, because they spent a great deal of their time in the water and had a tribal fetish about cleanliness. Too, stripped of all pretense and everything else, the young man did have a beautiful penis - one of the biggest she had ever seen, and she had seen a few dozen in her life. "Come on Margaret," she silently pled, "don't be an ass. Cooperate."
Margaret, though, was in no mood for compromise. If she permitted him to talk to her this way, if she relented in any way at all, then the two other women would suffer as well.
"Kiss it," he repeated, and now there was no levity in his voice, only a threat as frightening as the whirl of rattlers.
"Go to hell!"
Joaquin took a deep breath, his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed dangerously. He never took his eyes off the stubborn gringa as he said, "Diego?"
"Si, Joaquin. What is it you require?"
"Take your knife and cut the young girl's throat, then throw her to the sharks." He issued the command as calmly as he would order the baiting of a hook, but there was no mistaking his sincerity. Jean screamed as she saw Diego thoughtfully remove his sharp boning knife from its sheath and begin leaning toward the cringing Carolyn.
"Stop," Margaret hissed, struggling to gain her feet. When she was in a half crouch, Joaquin merely gave her a gentle nudge on the shoulder and she fell sideways onto the floor of the dinghy. Margaret saw Diego reach out with one hand for Carolyn's hair then yank her head up so the naked whiteness of her throat was bared.
"Please, don't . . ." Carolyn began, but could say no more as her body began trembling uncontrollably with the realization that she was only seconds away from a horrible death.
"Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. I'll do anything you say," Margaret screamed as her iron will of defiance shattered into a million pieces. She began sobbing in humiliation, knowing now that before this day was over her helpless body and mind were going to be subjected to the most vilely obscene demands, and she would obey them all, even though ordinarily she would have preferred death rather than obey even one. Her life and safety was unimportant. Let them do anything to her, just so long as her young daughter, Carolyn, was not hurt.
Diego had placed the blade of his sharp knife about an inch and a half below Carolyn's earlobe. He twisted her head sideways, again lifting her chin, and then looked at Joaquin for further instructions.
"A moment, Diego," the leader said, then glanced down at the sobbing abject figure of the woman. "If you place value on your daughter's life, you will do everything I say and do it without protest or question. Comprende?"
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes. But don't harm her. She's young, innocent. Promise me."
"I promise you nothing. Define for me the term, "innocent". Are you telling me she is a virgin?"
"Yes." Margaret answered quietly, her voice low.
"Then my men shall not touch her." Margaret was so relieved that she did not hear his queer emphasis on the phrase, "my men".
"Now that I have shown you my generosity, gringa, why do you not show your gratitude by sucking my cock."
"Oh no . . . please . . . not in front of everyone."
"Diego . . ." That was all Joaquin said, but Carolyn squealed as her hair was twisted again baring her throat.
"All right ... all right. I'll do it," Margaret said rapidly. "Don't watch, darling," she called out to her daughter.
"No," Joaquin said in warning and turned to Diego, "Push the girl closer beside her mother. She must see everything."
Margaret began weeping in shame and frustration as Carolyn's trussed figure was forced over and placed beside her. "Don't be frightened, darling, and please forgive me," the female judge said, staring at her daughter's terror stricken face. She supposed there was nothing else to do, no way of reasoning with these vile beasts. There just might be one thing, though. She looked up at Joaquin and said, "We are very rich and very important. We will pay you much money for our freedom."
"How much money?" he asked, with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Fifty thousand dollars - six hundred thousand pesos."
Diego breathed out, "There is not that much money in all the world. She lies."
Joaquin shook his head. "She does not lie. I know they have much money. That is why we have taken them. Even I, though, did not know they were as rich as that. But we can get the money even if the gringas are dead. If they are well-behaved and do as they are told, then perhaps we shall be generous and return them alive to their people." He turned back to Margaret smiling broadly. "And now, senora, to show your sincerity, you must take my cock into that lovely warm mouth of yours and suck me until I enter the Garden of Paradise."
He pulled the thick foreskin back once again, weighing the rigid stiff shaft in the palm of his hand. "On your knees, puta. Quickly because my friend between my legs grows impatient to feel the hot moistness of your lips."
The three other men, sitting on the sides of the boat, leaned in around the leader, crowding in close, holding their breaths as they watched the lewdly inciting subjugation of the proudly resistant American woman.
Carolyn stared at Joaquin's huge throbbing prick as though it were a slowly weaving snake and her mother a bird paralyzed with fright. She had never imagined any man could have anything so large. It was fully two inches longer than Charlie's. No woman could ever take that inside of her; she would be split in two. In addition to the twin specters of awe and fear, she could feel the first zephyrs of a building excitement, as if her body were impatient for this vile lascivious spectacle with her beautifully proud mother to begin. She glanced to her left and saw Jean Pepper watching the scene with fevered eyes and an expression that Carolyn could not define.
"Crawl to me," Joaquin demanded to the now resigned Margaret, and then looked pleased when she shuffled slightly forward without hesitation. The woman refused to look at his penis, but that didn't bother him at all, because the other two gringas were staring at it as if mesmerized. The plump one looked as if she were actually salivating, while the young girl looked almost as eager.
"Now open your mouth and suck my friend up inside," the bandito leader commanded.
Margaret resisted only a second. She knew there was really no choice; it was this, or Carolyn's life. She had never done this horribly perverted thing before, and she was already fighting the waves of nausea that churned and swept through her abdomen, stomach and throat. Now, as she licked her dry lips, she looked at the prick for the first time. It was, beyond a doubt, the largest she had ever seen or even heard of. The hugely throbbing head looked almost like the blunt end of a soft ball bat. In the center of the tip, where the tiny split opened and closed like the mouth of a feeding fish, one drop of thick white seminal fluid had oozed to the surface. The cock itself was almost a golden brown color, and the massive trunk of it was laced with tiny blue and red capillaries. As she moved her subservient face closer, she saw a larger vein expanding and contracting with each beat of his heart. Closer, closer, closer she moved her face until her disbelieving eyes could not focus on it any longer.
Then, with a sudden feeling of complete hopelessness, Margaret opened her mouth as she would for a dentist and slid her hot wet lips over the huge throbbing head of his cock. Although she wasn't sure, she thought for a moment that her ears had caught the sound of Jean Pepper's groan close by.
Joaquin felt the exquisite smooth wet sensation as her lips closed hotly around the blood-filled tip of his prick. He stared down at this beautiful, rich American woman, and watched her pooched out lips as he felt the warm saliva flowing like hot honey around the head of his aching cock. She seemed uncertain of what to do and he wondered if she had ever done anything like this before. The thought that he was the first acted as a goad to him. He wanted to shove it in all the way down her rich white throat, wanted to hear her strangled protests, wanted to see the expression on her beautiful daughter's face when the cock disappeared almost completely into her mother's beautifully stretched mouth. Viciously he put both hands over her ears, holding both face and mouth captive, his fingernails digging painfully into the scalp. Margaret attempted to shake her head and gain freedom, but with the only result being he tightened his already agonizing grip. Carolyn saw her mother's long auburn hair move gracefully back and forth like red seaweed on an ocean bottom as the woman struggled vainly for freedom from the huge log lodged just inside the widely ovaled entrance to her face.
Margaret was attempting to say, "no," but her words were choked off as Joaquin rammed the thick hungry rod of flesh deeper up inside, the trunk itself crushing through her soft moist lips into the warm wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of the head sliding the entire length of her tongue, coming to rest far back in her throat. She gagged and choked, mumbling inarticulately, as he began grinding his hips back and forth and fucking in and out of her mouth with powerful little strokes that jolted her head in his hands.
Gloating above her with his eyes almost vacant from the intensity of feeling and lust, Joaquin began to undulate his pelvis even more, sliding the giant battering cudgel in and out of her helpless mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head just inside the warm soft grotto of her unwilling lips. Margaret made an effort to twist away from him, to pull back, but she was held mercilessly captive by his hands pressing against her cheeks.
The total helplessness of her situation caused a sudden black fog of fatalistic acceptance to descend on Margaret's mind. She had closed her eyes tightly to block out the repulsive sight of the thick black patch of pubic hair that sprouted at the base of the cock which rammed without mercy into her contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth as saliva glands sought to dampen, dilute, and identify the taste of this alien thing being buried deep in her throat.
Joaquin and the others stared down with lewd delight at the laboring figure of the beautiful unwilling American woman; the sight of his massive prick moving in and out between her full sensual lips was driving them all into a frenzy. The three men had monstrous erections, all too evident beneath the thin material of their trousers.
It was Diego who broke the spell. He said simply, and it was almost a plea, "Joaquin, con su permiso," he jerked his head toward the heavily breathing Jean Pepper.
Joaquin, impatient at being interrupted, merely gave his head one short nod. Diego grinning widely, unbuttoned his pants, reached in, smiled ecstatically as his fingers found their prize, and pulled out his long sinewy cock. He was joined a second later by the younger of the other two men, who removed his trousers completely to reveal his own pulsating prick whose sperm inflated balls hanging at the base gave it the menacing appearance of a cannon about to fire.
The third bandito fished in his pants and his stubby thick erect penis leapt to freedom. He had moved over toward Carolyn when Joaquin brought him up short with a snarled, "No, Paco!! Leave her. You may have this one when I am finished."
"Hurry then, for I am about to die," Paco groaned.
Carolyn simply could not believe her eyes. It was as though a sudden forest of hardened male penises had sprung up around her. She watched, unable to tear her eyes away, as Diego's cock disappeared into Jean's seemingly voraciously cooperating mouth. The secretary had taken it willingly - without protest - in fact almost as eagerly as she had performed with George the night before. Almost immediately, her cheeks indented and then a hungry obscenely sounding sucking noise began. Diego rolled his brown eyes around in his head, showing the whites, and groaned, "Madre Dios. This one knows how to please a man." He began thrusting in and out of her wildly sucking lips, and closed his eyes in rapture as Jean swirled her tongue hotly around and around the rigidly pulsating tip - teasing at it expertly as she created a soft sensuous vacuum with her mouth.
Then, Carolyn's attention was suddenly caught by a sudden change in Joaquin's stance in the smoothly riding boat. It was as though he was going insane. In spite of her mother's gagged and choked protests, he began shoving forward even more forcefully into her grotesquely strained mouth.
"Suck it," he bellowed; "Suck it, you bitch!" He held her head tighter as the swollen head of his hot elongated cock rhythmically brushed back her tonsils. He delighted in watching her full sensuous lips clasping tighter and tighter around the trunk as her mouth muscles wearied and her warm oral cavity became accustomed to the barbarous unnatural invasion.
Margaret felt no fear or revulsion any longer. All of her attention was concentrated on one thing only, and that was to please him, to get his vile rape of her mouth over with as soon as possible. She knew he was using her mouth just as he would a vagina, that she was being fucked in the mouth . . . and he would reach an orgasm in her mouth. That thought caused her stomach to churn, and she prayed she would not vomit and displease him, for this much was certain: if Carolyn was to live and not be molested, she must please him.
"Suck," he hissed again.
Margaret knew he was, in his own way, telling her what to do ... and so she did everything he requested, even more. She licked and sucked intensely at the huge fleshy rod driving rhythmically back in her throat, and used her tongue and teeth to tease the head, an act that brought a low moan of delight from the bandit leader. She was salivating so much now that the heavily sliding cock slithered in and out almost effortlessly. She sucked until her cheeks indented in silver-dollar size hollows, until her tortured throat muscles were fiery tendons of pure agony. And she licked around the head, using her tongue, her teeth . . . acting automatically now, knowing by the grunts and low animal groans what brought him pleasure and what did not.
And with this intense desire to please him, because Carolyn's only hope of salvation lay in her, her mother pleasing him, she gradually became aware that her own body was beginning to react sexually to this masochistic debasement. She could feel new and unexpected warmth in her vagina, a dampness between her thighs; and the knowledge that her body was actually becoming aroused was more repulsive and brought her more mental distress than the perverted act she was being forced to perform.
Her thoughts were suddenly forced back to the man and his cock in her throat, for she felt his loins crush smotheringly into her face and the hard rippling muscles of his stomach pressing against her forehead. His hands gripped her behind the head, pulling it forward as though he were attempting to shove his cock all the way down her throat and into her belly. "Suck harder, bitch, I'm cumming now!!" he bellowed unexpectedly, then groaned in animal delight as his hotly jerking penis exploded and flooded her mouth to the bursting point with his hot, thick cum. It spurted heavily down her throat to the great, pulsating waves of heated liquid roaring in wildly cascading torrents from the depths of his wildly dancing testicles and seminal tract.
Carolyn watched in stunned disbelief as she heard Joaquin grunt out that he was "cumming". She watched his muscular young body stiffen and the tendons in his arms become rigid as cables under pressure as he pulled her mother's head in tighter to his jerking groin. She saw her mother's throat bobbing convulsively to keep from choking, as she attempted to swallow the whole of his insanely erupting volcano of cum. She found her own throat dry, her breath coming in short puppy dog-like pants as the obscene performance continued.
Margaret gulped automatically; not to do so would have resulted in her strangling to death. She no longer thought about what she was doing, she merely swallowed and gulped desperately at the pungent male semen as it continued to spurt unceasingly into her helplessly open mouth from above.
Finally, however, the flood lessened, then subsided. Margaret could feel the prick losing its rigidity, the head begin to deflate. Odd, she thought with that analytical part of her mind that always worked, the taste is not unpleasant; it's just the whole horrid idea of the thing. She had not been told she could cease her efforts, so obediently continued running her tongue around the knob and, as the cock lessened in size, began teasing the foreskin with her teeth.
"The puta learns rapidly," Joaquin said, his eyes heavy-lidded with momentary satiation. He pulled his deflating fleshy rod slowly from her sperm-flooded mouth, then smiled at Paco. "Yours," was all he said and moved back to replace him steering the boat.
Margaret had opened her eyes just long enough to see the second penis moving toward her upturned face and realized that her ordeal was not over. Her glance flickered toward Carolyn as she wondered what her daughter must think of her now.
The young girl did not see her mother's look, however; she was too busy watching the frenzied completion of Diego's fucking into the expedition secretary Jean Pepper's voraciously sucking mouth. Even as she excitedly watched, the Mexican grunted and pulled his cock from the secretary's mouth just as it began ejaculating. The furiously spurting cum splattered against the young woman's hotly flushed face and forehead, and ran in silver little rivers down both sides of her nose. Jean licked her lips and closed her eyes. To Carolyn, it looked as if she were relishing the taste of it. Almost immediately, the younger Mexican grabbed Diego by the shoulder and impatiently pressed him aside in the narrow confines of the life raft. He savagely thrust his prick between her half-opened lips into the depths of her mouth, jolting her head backward from the force of his assault.
Carolyn's attention was switched back to her mother in time to see Paco insert just the head of his thick turgid shaft between her warmly ovaled lips. The girl had no idea of what her mother was doing, but the Mexican obviously was in sweet torment. And it was at this moment that she realized that she was once again so aroused that her vagina was seeping wetly down between her thighs. The spark in her loins flickered in the ashes of her frustrated physical needs, was breathed into new life by the sudden war whoop of release from the Mexican boy who was fucking into Jean's complacent and eagerly assisting mouth, and became a roaring crown fire that swept with hurricane speed and fury through her entire body when she saw Joaquin's long, beautiful prick slowly growing into a majestic resurrection as he gazed hotly down at her. She knew by the fevered look in his liquid brown eyes that he was going to take her, going to fuck her! before too much more time elapsed. She hoped he would know what she was thinking, that she wanted that mammoth instrument of love buried to the hilt inside of her love-starved vagina, wanted it now . . . right now. She almost said out loud, "Don't wait."
Paco came, splattering his cum all over Margaret's disheveled auburn hair. It ran down the side of her lovely face and trickled like thick fresh cream from her chin to fall on the greasy burlap sacking around her neck below.
Joaquin gazed around at his men. They had all had their chance at the two women. That should keep them satisfied until they reached the winter camp in the hills where he planned to hide the gringas. And that was where he was going to fuck the young girl; he would give her something to remember the rest of her life. She would know what it meant to be fucked by a man and, if he correctly interpreted her hungry expression, she would welcome the lesson.
Five minutes later, the rubber dinghy was nosed into shore, dragged up by the three men, and hidden back up into a small gully. Joaquin prodded the women in front of them, and they began walking awkwardly in single-file, fighting to keep their balance, unable to use their arms which were still imprisoned tightly within the burlap sacks.
Margaret fell three times in the first hour. Once she hit her head in falling against the gnarled root of a tree. A thin trickle of blood ran down the side of her face. Jean fell heavily and seemed unable to get up by herself. Joaquin merely grabbed the back of the sacking and hauled her to her feet.
They walked until Margaret felt as if she were about to drop dead from weariness and Jean's breath was coming in one long burning gasp that whistled out of her throat. Only Carolyn seemed impervious to the late afternoon heat and exhaustion.
It was almost dusk when they entered a high beautiful gorge - walking on the white sands of a dried river bed - and turned into a small well-hidden little box canyon where the banditos' winter camp was located.