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CHAPTER 8
The cool breeze on the river was a relief after the stifling heat of the jungle as the boat gradually made its way upriver. Suzzanne and Ami sat naked and cross legged on the deck of the boat their hands shackled behind them with a chain around their waist. A length of duct tape had been used to gag each of them. Ami had regained her composure after her near drowning but neither had been given the chance to speak to each other before they had been gagged and forced to sit in the boat. Across from them in each corner of the boat sat one of the guards levelling pistols at them.She studied the fastening on the shackles, although rusty they still worked and she wasn’t going to be getting out of them on her own. She turned to make eye contact with Ami. A boot jabbed her hard I the ribs “keep still” growled Goldhill and she fixed her eyes on the tarpaulin covered box Goldhill had insisted they bring. If Goldhill held true that he would kill her then why had he not done so and why was he taking her into the jungle. He had something more devious planned for their demise than a bullet in the head she was sure and what was the box for?
Gradually the launch began to slow and move towards the bank bumping to a halt against some rotting wooden pilings. Goldhill jumped ashore and fastened the bowline “Bring them and bring the box”. The men manhandled the naked agents out of boat and forced them up a narrow track. The others carried the tarp covered box by its rope handles. A hundred meters in they entered a clearing and the guard forced the agents to sit cross legged again. Still unable to communicate with Ami she began to take in the details of the clearing in case a chance to escape arose. The floor of the clearing was completely free of any vegetation and at one end where several fallen tree trunks. The trunks although darkly stained appeared to be almost polished, bark free on their upper most surfaces and they seemed to have be positioned rather than placed by nature as each was placed an equal distance from the next and inclined at exactly the same angle. At the far end of the clearing was a tall “earthen” structure ten feet high by six feet wide by one foot thick the top covered with short spires of earth. Suzzanne could not see any detail as the structure was heavily shaded by the surrounding trees whilst the rest of the clearing was in sunlight.
“Bring the blonde first” croaked Goldhill and two of the guards pulled Ami to her feet and dragged her towards to tree trunks, she struggled digging her bare heels into the dust to no effect and her efforts were rewarded with a firm punch to the kidneys which caused her knees to buckle under her. Reaching the trunk a third man unlocked the shackles while the other two held her firmly, then they pulled her back forcing her onto the log. She kicked out narrowly missing the guard with the keys and Goldhill stepped forward and backhanded her viciously snapping her head to one side, “Fasten her now”. Quickly the guards pulled her arms down either side of the trunk and fastened her wrists together with a rope passed under the tree. They fastened her ankles in the same way spreading her legs revealing her neat blond triangle of fine hair above her cleft. As the men stepped away she continued to struggle pulling at the ropes and twisting her limbs fruitlessly. He body, tanned, was slimmer and less fulsome than Suzzanne, he breasts less round and heavy. Her tummy was flat and her waist was narrower. “Prepare her” rasped the American as her walked towards Suzzanne.
Squatting to one side of her he spoke quietly “This is the home of the “Maribuntas”, he continued“they live there” and he nodded to wards the structure, Cortez told me all about them. “They are not up yet its too early, too cold but as the sun moves across the clearing it will hit their home and heat it up and then they come out. Behind him Suzzanne could hear Ami protesting behind the gag. As Goldhill turned to look Suzzanne could see the guard pouring a pale golden liquid over Ami whilst others where clearly enjoying spreading it over the bound girl’s body. Their hands ran over her breasts coating them with the fluid whilst another massaged it with great pleasure into the folds of her sex and between her buttocks his sticky fingers frequently revisiting her clitoris as each stroke made her quiver and jerk. She continued to moan andsquirm, twisting from the unwanted attention of their hands as they continued to coat her. “That’s the local version of maple syrup” continued Goldhill “the “Maribuntas”, love it, neat sugar”. Reaching down he hovered his hand over the ground for a moment before quickly picking something up. “Here’s one” he said “a scout” and he held something in front of her face. Between his thumb and index finger a red brown creature struggled and Suzzanne could see it was an ant, a large ant, large enough that she could see its antennae waving and its viciously curved pincers opening and closing as it fought to escape. She recoiled, he was preparing to feed them to a nest of flesh eating ants and she shook her head and moaned “mmoo , mmoo” from behind the tape. He moved the ant closer to her nipple, the curved black pincers opening an closing wickedly, she twisted and struggled as he continued to tease her
He smiled “Oh yes, the syrup will help them to find you and once one finds you she sends back a message for more and more to come, they will eat you both alive, Slowly ,very very slowly” and he smiled his cold smile again and he slowly crushed the ant between his fingers before dropping its broken body. He turned back to look at Ami, she lay bound firmly to the trunk her entire body glistening with its coating of the sweet sticky syrup. “Prepared this one now” and he grabbed Suzzanne’s arm pulling her to her feet. Two of the guards advanced on her and began to drag her toward the trunks. She fought and kicked out and Goldhill dodged back, “Hold her you fools” and the other two guards grabbed a flailing leg each and she was lifted off the ground and forced back onto the smooth trunk. She felt her arms freed of the shackles and pulled down around the girth and tried to resist. Without warning one of the guards stood bolt upright slapping his hand to his neck as it bitten by an insect, he looked dazed and then dropped as if pole axed. A second man dropped raising a thin cloud of dust and pandemonium began to prevail, the guards shouting and ducking. Seeing her moment she rolled off the trunk keeping low, Ami was struggling helplessly. Reaching into one of the fallen guards pockets she found a knife and swiftly cut Ami’s bonds before pulling her onto the ground. Yanking the tape from hermouth,”What is this shit” exclaimed Ami’s looking at her sticky body which was rapidly becoming coated with a thick layer of dust. “You don’t want to know” said Suzzanne “We need to get out of here down to the river now”. Shots were being fired wildly by the guards into the undergrowth and several of the guards lay motionless on the ground. Looking around Suzzanne was sure she saw small dark figures in the bushes at the edge of the clearing but they were only fleeting glimpses and she had more pressing matters, their survival. Pulling Ami by the wrist they moved off at a crouch heading for the path down to the river and then boat. Fewer shots were being fired now and they broke into a run Ami leading the way. Something buzzed past her ear and she saw a small feather tipped dart lodge in Ami’s hair, she looked round and in the uproar she could see small figures running into the clearing after them, “faster Ami , run!” she urged. More darts whizzed by as the naked women dodged down the path, the river edge was in sight now. Suzzanne heard something whirring, humming behind her getting closer then she felt something hit her legs and she couldn’t run and tripping she crashed down onto the path, Ami feeling their hands pull apart began to turn but Suzzanne called, “No don’t stop, get help go!”. Ami slowed for a moment and then sprinted for the river bank. Looking down at her feet Suzzanne saw the hunting bolas that had downed her wrapped around her legs and then a wave of small dark skinned men running toward her, some of them ran past her and she turned to see Ami execute a perfect dive into the river as the hunters continued to fire darts after her. Without warning Suzzanne was struck across the back of the head before she was buried under a wave of pygmy hunters. She struggled lashing out but was quickly over powered by weight of numbers, she could feel rough bindings being passed around her wrists, ankles and legs and after a few minutes she could barely move as the last knots where secured in the ropes that held her in a stringent hogtie. The pygmies had gathered round their captive now poking her with the tips of their short spears as she struggled, “Let me go, let me go now please, I mean you no harm”. The hunters were about the size of a ten year old but there the resemblance to a child ended, their barely clad bodies rippled with muscles and their faces were painted with tribal markings, each woreanimal skin loin cloth and bone and tooth jewellery about their wrists, ankles and necks. Each carried either a spear or a curved machete and as one of their throng shouted incomprehensible sounding orders they used these to cut a length of branch about six feet long. Working as a team they threaded the branch between Suzzanne’s bound wrists and ankles before four of them hoisted the branch ends onto their shoulders. Suzzanne groaned her full body weight now hanging through her twisted limbs. They marched off in the direction of the clearing and she could see all of the guards were dead their bodies piled in front of the ant hill. Other hunters were sifting through the dead men’s equipment and belongings. Heading back into the jungle Suzzanne bounced painfully under the branch as they headed further and further from civilisation,from help, she hoped to God Ami had dodged their blow darts and escaped.
CHAPTER 9
After what seemed like an eternity her bearers entered left the forest and entered their camp, all at once the returning hunters were besieged by the villagers who ran to them whooping and shouting. They eyed the captive white woman with interest as she was carried into the centre of the camp and the branch placed between two forked poles leaving her hanging like a side of beef between them. She wriggled and twisted all her joints ached and her body was dripping with sweat, “Please let me go, I’m not your enemy” she bemoaned. She was surrounded now by dozens of munchkin sized women wearing shreds of animal skins and naked children, their excitement was palpable it wasn’t long before the bravest reached out and touched Suzzanne’s hair, she stroked it at first then suddenly without warning grabbed a handful and pulled. Suzzanne screamed as the woman’s hand withdrew taking with it a hank of brunette hair. Then the furore started; suddenly she was being poked and prodded from all directions. Dirty rough little fingers probed her mouth, nose and ears, her breasts were being pulled, squeezed and pinched with particularly forceful attention being paid to her nipples. Then she felt fingers exploring between her legs spreading and pulling her pink lips apart, she tried to protest but the fingers in her mouth and pulling her tongue prevented any coherent response, squealing and twisting in her bonds she sort to prevent the final indignity as she felt her buttocks being parted but it was no use as small finger pushed through her ring and began to explore her insides. Then as quickly as the assault had begun it ended and the crowd parted as a pygmy man, slightly taller than the others and wearing a jaguar skin cloak across his shoulders stepped through the crowd and stood before her. Suzzanne realising he was the chief tried again to make herself understood “please I mean you no harm”. The chief regarded her for a moment before he began speaking to the crowd; although she could not understand him she watched his gestures and body language. He made sweeping arm gestures towards the jungle and sky, occasionally he pointed at Suzzanne, suddenly he held up a hide bag one side of which was ominously stained dark. The bag looked heavy as he swung it before upending the contents on the ground with a flourish. Suzzanne gasped and recoiled, it was Goldhill’s severed head. As the head rolled to a standstill in the dust she could she the glazed milky eyes and the opened mouth look of surprise on the face. As much as she hated Goldhill this was not the outcome she had hoped for, was she going to end up the same way?
She did not have long to wait to find out as one of the hunters stepped forward and slashed the ropes holding her bound to the branch, No sooner had she crashed to the ground than the old women descended on her swiftly rebinding her wrists and ankles behind her before carrying her away towards the river running beside the village.
“Please,stop, where are you taking me” she pleaded, she had no idea of their plans for her but the sight of Goldhill’s decapitated head chilled her blood. Arriving at the bank the woman dropped her and began tugging something from the swiftly running water. Gradually they pulled a rectangular wooden cage from the water which sat dripping on the bank waiting for its victim. The cage was lying on its side and one of the women opened the top whilst the others pushed and guided the struggling agent inside. Once they were confident she was safely inside they lifted it into an upright position making it impossible for Suzzanne to wriggle out. With her ankles crossed and bound beneath her and her wrists tied behind her back she was helpless. She was then grabbed by her hair and a firm hand under her jaw. The cage lid was made of two pieces hinged on either side, each half of the lid had a semicircular cut-out and it quickly became apparent why as the two halves of the lid where brought together closing around her neck, the cut-outs forming a hole in the lid through which her head protruded. “ nnnnnNNNngggaaarr, don’t” she groaned as the women fixed the lid closed by passing thin rods through rope loops on either side. Suzzanne wriggled and twisted, she was compelled to kneel by the size of the cage and the way she as tied but the head restraint meant she was forced to kneel up and keep her back straight. The women then began to manhandle the cage back towards the river. Fearing another ducking session Suzzanne cried out “Please, not again, please let me go I beg you”. Her pleas falling on uncomprehending ears the cage was toppled into the water with a splash and Suzzanne sucked in a mighty breathe before she went under, expecting the worst. To her surprise the cage was instantly pulled to the surface and the women secured it to stakes driven into the bank. Spluttering and shaking the water from her face Suzzanne found she was submerged in the cage up to her neck but no deeper as the fast flowing river bumped the cage gently against the bank and as she looked around she noted several other similar empty cages tied on either side of her. She still had no idea of their plan for her, uncomfortable as it was she could tolerate this for some considerable time, the water was not cold and if she utilised her relaxation techniques she could force the discomfort from her mind. However this was not to be, the women returned with a large pitcher and a funnel and kneeling on the bank one of the women grabbed Suzzanne’s hair yanking her head back, “OOOOWWWWMMMmmmphh” he yell immediately stifled by the forcing of the funnel into her mouth, she tried to twist her head away but the woman’s grip was iron strong and then she began to feel her mouth fill with liquid as the other woman began to fill the funnel from the pitcher. She gagged for a moment and prevented herself swallowing, but the other woman just began to firmly massage her extended throat in a downwards manner and Suzzanne found herself unable to resist swallowing as she gulped instinctively. “Gggaarr- mmmpph- aaargggg” she choked as the women continued to pour the liquid. It was sweet but had a bitter aftertaste as the woman withdrew the funnel and Suzzanne spat out the remainder, swilling her mouth with river water as the woman released her head. The two women stood looking down at their captive chattering to each other before leaving her alone. Even more confused Suzzanne was not sure if they fed or poisoned her as the liquid was burning slightly in her stomach. She had to escape and she began twisting her wrists seeing if the water made the ropes stretch, all she needed was a little give. After fifteen minutes the ropes wet or not still held her firmly but she was feeling decidedly queasy, perhaps they had poisoned her. Inside she could feel her guts bubbling and gurgling, and spasms of pain began pass across her tummy. Gradually the frequency of the spasm increased, her tummy felt bloated and the desire to open her bowels increasingly urgent. She held on clenching clenching but the pressure and pain were becoming difficult to bear until she just had not alternative other than to let go. She let out a huge sigh as her bowels emptied, the gaseous content bubbling up behind her. She felt ashamed, more so when she realised one of the women was watching, chuckling to herself, “Go away” she yelled her cheeks burning pink. Still she thought as the pain and desire subsided at least the swiftly moving water carried away her effluent rinsing her clean. But there was to be no respite, within a few minutes the pain and spasms returned as she was forced to relive herself again and again over the next few hours until as last nothing passed and the discomfort finally did diminish. She had realised quite quickly the substance the women had forced into her was the cause but what ever these pygmies had planned it was still a mystery. Up in the village she could hear noise and commotion but the bank blocked any view, the women had stopped coming to view her now and she settled down to trying her bonds, if only she could get one hand free, she could be out of the cage and away before they even noticed.
Without warning several of the pygmy women appeared on the bank above their captive and chattering away began to haul the cage out of the water. Quickly they tipped the cage onto its side and freeing Suzzanne’s neck pulled the drenched agent out onto the grass. Cutting the cords which secured her ankles they immediately bent one foot up and secured it to her effectively hobbling her, then pulling her upright they began to drag her hopping back towards the village, all the time the little old women surrounded her prodding, pinching and slapping her buttocks to make he move faster. Pushing her inside one of the larger huts she was forced down onto a hide which was stretched out on the floor. Rolling her onto her back one of the women slipped a coarse thin braided noose over her head, pulling it tight about her neck before securing it to a large wooden peg driven in the ground at the top of the hide. Suzzanne struggled as the noose tightened but before she could do anything a similar noose was looped over her free ankle and tied off to another peg at the foot of the hide, all she could do now was roll from side to side under the increasingly excited gaze of the pygmy women.
An old pygmy woman looking as if she was made of stained leather knelt beside the tethered agent and spoke softly to her. Suzzanne looked back at her unable to understand, “Please let me go” she said “I mean you no harm”. The old woman continued to murmur on whilst she began to gently knead Suzzanne’s thighs and calves. Her sharp thin fingers pinched and squeezed Suzzanne’s firm limbs as she slowly moved her exploration up Suzzanne’s body kneading her buttocks and tummy before squeezing and plumping her big breasts. The noises she was making sound appreciative thought Suzzanne. Then she turned to the crowd leaning in and said something which galvanised them into action. Four women dropped to either side of Suzzanne and centred her on her back on the hide. Another bent forward and began to massage a creamy substance into Suzzanne’s neat triangle of hair “Hey what are doing?” protested Suzzanne. She soon found out, the old woman appearing over her legs holding a small flat blade and with immense dexterity and care began to shave Suzzanne’s mound of its tiny down triangle. Suzzanne kept deadly still, the woman was shaving freehand with what was obviously a very sharp blade. After a few deft strokes the woman muttered something and ripples of clucks ran around the throng as they admired Suzzanne’s schoolgirl bare sex. Briskly wiping away any creamy residue the four woman dipped their hands into bowls of straw coloured oil and began to massage it into Suzzanne’s skin “hey stop that, please stop now” she remonstrated, but the women ignored her, smearing the silky warm oil over her thighs, arms, tummy, buttocks and breasts their aim clearly to cover her from head to foot in the oil which she could now smell was slightly aromatic. “oooooooohHHHH” she cried, her eyes opening wide as one of the tiny hands slid between the cheeks of her buttocks and around her anus, another hand slid its slippery fingers between the lips of her pussy andthe oil mingled with her own contribution and she moaned “mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”. More hands joined in sliding over her shining curves working the oil up her neck and into her hair; fingers gently spread the liquid around her face coating her entire body. He tongue darted out and licked some of the oil coating her lips, it was sweet and delicately scented, with what she had no idea. The perfume filled her nostrils and slowly she began to writhe in obvious pleasure under the touch of many tiny brown hands. As her hair became soaked two of the women slicked it back from her face and looped it into a bun which they secured with cords. Suzzanne became aware that the women were rolling her onto her tummy but the hands continued their task and unconsciously she began to enjoy the feeling of many hands kneading her oily bottom. Gently almost trying not to disturb the rapturous agent they cut the cords securing her arms. Unseen to Suzzanne a strong straight branch was being moved into position behind her. The branch, stripped of its bark and blackened and stained was lowered carefully into place behind her, at intervals along its length short thick rods of the same wood had been fixed through like dowels giving the device a ladder like appearance.
Carefully placing one of the cross members to rest across her shoulders they slowly lifted her arms so that another dowel passed under her elbows and another level with her wrists, all the time continuing to massage her. Before she had a chance to realise what they were doing loops of braided rope had been looped around her elbows and wrists locking her arms to the armature. She struggled, “Hey no” but it was too late, further ropes had locked her knees and ankles to lower dowels spreading her legs slightly and freeing her neck from the noose they looped more cords around her shoulders and hips binding her securely to the frame. Suzzanne struggled but despite her oily coating the ropes held firm as they lifted the branch upright. She was bound tightly along the length of the branch her arms slightly away from her body and her legs spread about a foot apart. Chanting the woman hoisted the frame onto their shoulders and carried her outside where her appearance was greeted with whoops and shouts from the tribe. As they carried her through the camp she twisted her head to see where they were taking her and what greeted her made her scream and struggle. “NO NO PLEASE NO” she screamed twisting in her bonds. In the centre of the camp lay an open pit filled with glowing embers, the air above shimmered with the heat haze and thin wisps of hot white smoke curled quickly upwards. The preparation, the washing and purging and the oiling, they were preparing her to roast! As the excited tribe members chanted the women lifted Suzzanne over the fire pit dropping either end of the branch into “Y” shaped posts which supported the hapless agent over the pit. Suzzanne twisted and struggled as she felt the increasing heat against her skin making her scream and squeeze her eyes tight shut. Slowly she realised she was moving rotating and the heat moved across her pinioned arms, buttocks and backs of her thighs. As her skin warmed the oil thinned and dripped from her skin sizzling as it hit the coals, sending up puffs of smoke. Then she was facing the coals again as the women slowly turned her like a hog on a spit. The heat was intense on her naked skin despite the oil and her nipples felt like they where literally on fire. “STOP STOP YOU’RE BURNING ME” she cried futilely. As the women slowly rotated her other women began to baste her with more aromatic oil. The tribe members continued to chant and began to dance as the stricken agent twisted and wriggled her tanned skin reddening in the heat, soon she would begin to blister, she could already feel the fine hairs on her skin singeing and she could smell the burning of hair “HELP ME , SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!” she screamed.
Without warning the head of the one of the women basting her exploded silently in a pink mist spattering across Suzzanne’s hot skin, then a warrior dropped forward into the pit sizzling as he hit the coals, then bedlam, the pygmies began screaming and running and Suzzanne could hear automatic weapons fire as more of the small brown bodies crumpled to the dust. She had stopped rotating and was hanging face down over the searing pit, “Oh Fuck” she bemoaned to herself as the smell of the burning pygmy curled around her, in a moment she would be burning too. Then she felt herself being lifted, up and away from the choking heat and laid to rest on the ground, “Get me some water” said a familiar voice “and cut her free”. Suzzanne felt the ropes binding her go loose and then water splashed gently over her glowing face. Opening her eyes she saw Ami, dressed in camouflage shorts and T shirt. Around the camp she could see armed soldiers chasing off the rest of the pygmies. “Ami, Christ am I glad to see you, I didn’t know if you had managed to escape?”
“Varsity Swim Captain 2007” laughed Ami, “The current carried me downstream and I got help in the nearest town, they have a small army base and once I’d described the pygmies they knew exactly where you would be and what they would be doing with you!”
Suzzanne pulled herself free of the ropes, she was still naked and covered in oil and she could see several of the soldiers give a double take as they ran by and Ami pulled out a camouflage poncho from her pack and wrapped it around her. An officer appeared beside the two women, “Senorita Midsummer I presume?” he spoke with a heavy Latin accent, “seemswe arrived just in time, these little bastards are normally well behaved but if they think they can get away with it! We lose one or two outsiders a year, we know what has happened but we can never find any trace, if your friend hadn’t got to us as quickly as she did you would have been lunch, supper and breakfast!” and he laughed, thrusting his thumbs into his pistol belt.
“Yes, thank you Captain” replied Suzzanne not really seeing the humour of the situation. She turned to Ami, “What about the Cortez’s?
“Captain Hiraldo has sent a contingent of his men to round them up and destroy their jungle compound, I’ve informed our field office, they know we are OK, but there’s no sign of Goldhill looks like he escaped… again.”
“Not quite” replied Suzzanne as she fastened the poncho around her, “Look” and she pointed towards the chief’s hut, impaled on a spiked post Goldhill’s severed head stared back at the world from shrivelled milky orbs, “they got him in the clearing poor bastard”.
“Poor bastard” exclaimed Ami, “after what he had planned for us!”
Suddenly the camp filled with swirling dust and noise as an Army Helicopter dropped into the clearing raising a cloud of bright glowing embers from the fire pit.
“Well he’s our ride Suzz” said Ami as the noise and dust subsided, “Thank you Captain for all your help, I’ll be sure to make your Government is aware of the part you played” and Captain Hiraldo stiffened and saluted smartly, “Goodbye Miss Gibbs,Miss Midsummer, safe journey” and he clicked his heels and bowed to wards them.
As they turned towards the Helo, Suzzanne looked at her greasy dust crusted skin, “Jeez Ami I must look a sight and I stink, God do I need a shower”.
Ami laughed “No worries, the Field Office has booked us into Le Grande Hotel , now let’s get out of here” her voice gradually being drowned out by the increasing whine of the Helo’s turbines.
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