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“Welcome to Rio, Miss Duncan,” said the young woman. “I am to give you a ride to your hotel.”
Heather sized her up for a moment. She appeared to be about twenty, with long black hair. She wore white slacks, black high heels, and a yellow blouse, but the kicker was the gold necklace with the upside down heart-shaped ruby. When Heather saw it, she knew the girl was legit.
“Thank you,” Heather smiled. “I only have these two bags.”
As usual when she travelled, headquarters would pay for her clothing needs as she went.
The girl loaded the bags into the trunk of the limousine, and opened the door for Heather.
“Ever been to Rio before?” the girl asked once they were on their way.
“No,” Heather said quietly.
“Well, you’ll find some of the world’s most beautiful beaches right here,” the girl gushed. “I hope you take the time to enjoy them.”
Heather was tired from the long flight, but she enjoyed the young girl’s enthusiasm. She did plan on enjoying the beaches. She had learned some things in the last months. While her aching desire to rescue Samantha had not dimmed, she realized that her own well-being had to be placated too. She had to be sharp and well rested, or she was of little use to Samantha, or F.I.T for that matter. Just because she took the time to enjoy some of life’s little pleasures did not mean she had forgotten about her sister. It just meant that she was not going to allow Mallory to rule her life in absentia. The fact that Mallory had taken to the young teen was a good thing as far as Samantha’s life being in danger. Heather just tried not to allow her mind to obsess on what types of tortures and punishments were being administered.
After a ride of some twenty minutes, they arrived at the hotel. The girl unloaded Heather’s two bags, and spoke to a bellman in Portuguese. The man smiled and nodded, picking up the bags and scurrying inside.
“You’ll not need to check in,” the girl smiled. “Enjoy your stay, Miss Duncan.”
Heather thanked her, turned to look at the surroundings, and made her way into the hotel.
“Are you here for the barbeque?” Heather asked the woman at the door.
“No, I’m here for the baby shower,” the girl replied in a heavy accent.
Heather gave her the once over. Her reply was on cue.
“Come in,” she said, opening the door.
The girl was younger than she had expected. Tall, but slender and athletic, she was a beauty by any standards. She wore a dress that would have been eye-popping anywhere other than Rio.
“My name is Kelly,” the woman said removing her sunglasses. “I would enjoy the honor of taking you to dinner at one of Rio’s finest restaurants. We can discuss business there.”
Heather nodded.
“Do you have something to wear?” Kelly said, walking to the middle of the room.
With her glasses off, Heather could see she possessed a stunning set of blue-grey eyes. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and fell midway down her back. She had full lips painted light pink. Her breasts, while not overly large, were accentuated well in her sexy dress. The dress was a black mini with cut out sides. The panels that just barely covered her in front and back were connected with gold chain at two places along her hips. She wore some large gold earrings which fell in a fan shape, with three smaller fans coming off the base. A gold necklace with a large gold pendant hung between her breasts, and rested at the narrow panel covering her belly. She stood slightly taller than Heather in her gold high heeled sandals, but had the F.I.T agent not been barefoot, they would have been similar in height. Several designer bracelets graced her arms, and she carried a small shiny black leather purse.
Heather had been so absorbed in taking the girl in that she forgot for a moment she had been asked a question.
“Yes, I have something to wear,” she smiled.
Kelly looked around.
“Please, have a seat,” Heather indicated the large living area of the hotel room.
“Can I get you a glass of wine?” Heather asked.
“Yes please,” Kelly answered.
Heather opened a chilled bottle from the refrigerator, and poured them each a glass.
“I’ll be just a few minutes,” Heather said, heading off to the bedroom to dress.
Heather smiled to herself as she changed clothes. Kelly was different than she had expected, but she seemed to be a genuinely lovely girl. She needed a night out to unwind, and what better way to spend it than with a gorgeous local girl with a heavenly Portuguese accent.
Ten minutes later Heather returned to the living room.
“How’s this?” Heather smiled, turning to model the dress.
Kelly’s eyes widened, and then worked their way into a smile.
“Awesome,” she whispered.
It was a platinum colored mini that clung to Heather like a second skin, accentuating her lush curves, and rivaling her companion’s dress in brevity. The elastic halter straps served to mold her large breasts attractively, and the patent leather buckles at the side cutouts emphasized Heather’s toned legs. She wore a pair of leather high heeled, open-toed black pumps. Her hair was in a ponytail, falling to the base of her back.
“Let’s do it,” Heather grinned.
In a clearing in the middle of the forest, a small band of people looked on as several crates of supplies were placed on the ground. The crates had been brought in on the nearby river, and then carried the short distance further. Some tents with camouflage awnings had been set up in advance. It was nearing dusk, and they would not be working after dark, so the day was nearly done. Most of the work was being done by natives. They were smallish, muscular, dark-skinned men who paid little attention to the group observing them. That group consisted of Mallory, several middle aged Brazilian men who despite their jungle-wear still had the appearance of business folks, a girl Sonja, who was in her late twenties and was apparently the daughter of one of the businessmen, and Samantha. Most of them were clothed in variations of khaki or camouflage colored clothing, but most of it was stained with sweat from the heat and humidity. Samantha was different. Her clothing consisted of a very brief pair of cutoff denim shorts, a tight, plain white t-shirt, brown leather cowboy boots, and leather cord. The tight leather cord portion of her wardrobe served to hold her wrists and elbows tightly together behind her back. Those men not familiar with Mallory were stunned to see the beautiful, half-naked, tightly bound teen. The rest found it amusing, but not surprising.
The girl who was the daughter of one of the men had found the arduous trip rather boring. She was ready to get back to the city, but she also knew much of her future depended on what happened deep here in the forest. But her curiosity with the young blonde captive forced her to circle around behind the group as they were busy watching the crates be placed. She moved in close to the girl, noting the tightness with which her elbows had been tied. The thin leather had been wrapped around a few inches above the girl’s joints, and cinched. It drew her arms back into what had to be a painful position with the elbows pressed tightly against one another, thrusting her small lovely breasts forward against the tight white t-shirt, and it could easily be observed, even through the shirt, that her nipples were pierced. Her body was deeply tanned, contrasting with the white of her top. Her bound wrists rested at the swell of her buttocks. A large, leather wrapped chunk of wood filled her mouth, tied tightly in place with more leather drilled and knotted through the wood. Her thighs had deep red marks indicating they too had been tightly bound. She moved back a distance from the girl, not wanting to draw attention to herself, but she couldn’t help but glance frequently over at the helpless young girl.
“So, this is where it all starts,” one of the men finally asked.
“Right here,” Mallory smiled.
She was dressed for the occasion in a pair of lightweight hiking boots, and camo pants that tucked into the top of the boots. She had a dark green T-shirt on, and an athletic bra underneath, which in spite of its attempts failed to keep completely in check Mallory’s erect nipples.
“So what is the secret?” asked another man. “Is this for real, or is it another gimmick to take advantage of the ignorant masses who believe in such myths.”
Mallory laughed.
“I can assure you its real,” Mallory said. “The natives have used the drug for years. It had hallucinogenic qualities, but it wasn’t until some portion of it was mixed in with some of the by-product of the cocaine process that the REAL qualities were discovered.”
The men looked from one to the other.
“Shit, those poor bastards in Asia will pay boatloads for this, if it’s really what you say,” one of them said excitedly.
“You say it works equally on men and women?” another man asked.
“Yes,” Mallory smirked. “If I were to give a portion to lovely Sam here, we would probably have to restrain her much more thoroughly just to keep her from throwing herself on all of you.”
Samantha’s eyes widened at the perceived experiment.
“No, I’ll give you all some,” Mallory went on. “You do your own experimenting, and then we’ll talk. But I can assure you there’s a fortune just waiting to be made here.”
There was a good bit of murmuring in the group.
“We have a camp a couple of miles down the river,” Mallory continued. “It doesn’t have all the luxuries of home, but I think you find it amazingly comfortable. We can stay there tonight, get a good night’s sleep, and return tomorrow where you can get some fresh samples to take with you.”
Again the men looked from one to the other, nodding in agreement.
“Very well,” Mallory smiled. “I’ll take the first smaller boat. The rest of you can follow us.”
She turned and spoke to some of the natives, gesturing with her hands, and then grabbed the leash descending from Samantha’s neck. With Mallory and Samantha in the lead, the group followed.
“So, do you approve of Rio?” Kelly smiled as the two of them sat down.
The strains of Brazilian music could still be heard, and they had enjoyed the dancing, but neither one of them had eaten yet. They decided to sit this one out.
“Awesome,” Heather replied.
“Hungry?” Kelly asked.
Heather nodded.
Kelly motioned, and seconds later a young man appeared. Kelly said something to him in Portuguese, and he motioned for them to follow him. Minutes later they were seated in a quiet area, well removed from the gyrations of the young Brazilians.
The man produced a couple of menus, smiled and said something to Kelly. Heather was irritated she couldn’t understand the language. Kelly nodded, and returned the conversation to the waiter, who nodded and left.
“OK, what was all that about,” Heather asked.
“That’s Luis,” she said. “He’s a favorite of mine. He wanted to know who my attractive friend was, and could he meet you later.”
“And you said….?” Heather asked.
“I told him you had a headache,” Kelly said stoically.
There was a silence, and then Kelly busted out laughing.
“I told him we would meet him and his friend after work,” Kelly said. “We’ll go for a drive downtown and let you see Rio up close.”
Heather smiled and nodded. She could use that, and besides, she liked the way Luis moved.
“Let’s order,” Heather said.
There had been drinks and dinner. Then some more drinks. Most of the men retreated to a small room and smoked cigars, others retired for the evening. Sonja, being a lush-bodied lass drew many clumsy overtures, but the dark haired beauty, while playing along, gracefully, rebuffed all their advances. Mallory and a still naked and tightly bound Samantha, engaged the guests for a time, then they too retired.
Sonja waited a good fifteen minutes, then she too left the room of men. But she didn’t go straight to her sleeping quarters. She nosed around, guessing correctly that Mallory would not be staying in any of the long row of rooms, sandwiched together down a narrow hallway. Instead, she crept outside. She made her way under the cover of darkness around the fortified hut complex. At last she noticed a faint light coming from a room at the far end of the compound. She moved towards it, realizing there was a reed-like shade pulled down over the window opening. It was deceiving in that the opening was higher than it appeared, and she realized she would need to get above the ground to see into the room. There was a tree nearby, and having climbed trees almost from the time she was born, Sonja had no trouble gaining access to one of the bottom branches in short order. Seating herself on the branch, she had a perfect view of the interior of the room, in spite of the shade which was designed more to keep insects out. The sight was mesmerizing. Samantha knelt on the floor, her wrists no longer bound, but her elbows still tightly welded together, and she was now completely naked. A length of leather ran from her elbows up to the back strap of the ring gag wedged tightly between her teeth, keeping her mouth open, and her tongue exposed. It also angled her head sharply back. Her big toes were linked with thin leather, and that end had been tied to her elbows, keeping the young girl in a kneeling position. Mallory was completely naked as well, her toned body already well pleasured as she stood just in front of the bound teen.
As she watched, Sonja could see the older girl’s breathing increase. There was a soft moaning. Not anything approaching an attention-getting level, but enough to know that the tiny blonde was getting the job done. Mallory grabbed Samantha’s head and crammed her deeper into her wet sex, holding her face there until finally, mercifully so for Samantha, Mallory’s body trembled with a flush of pleasure.
When it was over, Mallory forced the young captive to clean her, and only when the last remnants of her pleasure had been carefully cleaned was the job complete.
“You’re becoming an adequate play-toy,” Mallory understated. “That kind of effort will spare these lovely jewels from getting whipped tonight.”
As she spoke, Mallory tugged on Samantha’s pierced nipples. She smiled, and knelt to free her toes and hair from her elbows. Samantha was pulled to her feet by the elbow cords, and escorted over to the bed, where she was unceremoniously deposited. Her ankles were crossed and bound, then attached to a wooden slat at the foot of the bed. Another cord looped around her neck, and was attached to another slat at the head of the bed. Mallory checked the security of the leather, and then blew out the candle, ending the show for the tree climbing voyeur. Sonja quietly descended from the tree, making her way to her private hut, where she sat on the bed for many minutes before finally getting some sleep.
“Why on earth do you wait tables and bartend?” Heather asked.
“Because I enjoy it,” Luis smiled. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
Heather nodded, stunned by the view out the window.
The four of them had partied together for several hours. Luis, Manuel, and Kelly had known each other for some time. Kelly and Manuel had known each other intimately. And Heather had easily been taken with the handsome Luis. They conversed as the other couple danced, and their conversation flowed easily. After dancing, they had taken Luis’s Lexus through the streets, showing Heather the beautiful sights of downtown Rio. Then they began the climb which eventually led them to Luis home. It was a stunning home, with a view of the lights of Rio from high above the city. As she learned, Luis had inherited the home a year earlier from a wealthy uncle. It had a beautiful den, with glass panels that looked out on a pool, as well as the city.
Luis poured her a glass of wine, setting it on the counter.
There was laughter, and they saw Manuel and Kelly, now in their swimsuits, running towards the pool.
“It’s like magic,” Heather whispered.
“Yes, I suppose it is,” Luis sighed. “I’ve become a bit accustomed to it, which is why I enjoy bringing new people here. It renews my appreciation for it.”
In the pool, Manuel and Kelly were affectionately embracing.
“They’ve grown rather fond of one another,” Luis smiled.
“And you….?” Heather asked
Luis smiled.
“Still waiting,” he said softly.
Heather looked back out the window.
“Would you like to join them?” Luis asked.
Heather looked at him. He had moved over close to her, and she confirmed what she had thought earlier, that he was in terrific physical condition.
“Not really,” she said softly, her pulse quickening slightly. “I kind of like the view in here.”
Luis moved in closer, and Heather’s could hear her own heart beating. It had been weeks since she had been in the company of another person, and she found herself suddenly desiring some intimacy. He set his wine glass down.
“Tell me, Heather Duncan, why is your hand shaking?” Luis asked.
It was. And it pissed her off that it was. She looked down at it, and Luis grabbed her glass, gently placing it beside his own.
“Please….” she said, not really knowing what she wanted to say next.
Luis smoothed a long strand of hair away from her eyes. They were so close each could feel the warmth of the other’s body.
“May I kiss…..” it was as far as he got.
Heather lunged towards him, her body pressing hard against his, her lips full and parted.
Luis felt her large, firm breasts press against his chest. His hands gripped the hem of her mini dress, pulling it up above her butt. Beneath was her black thong, and Luis slipped it down her long, sexy, legs. Her hands sought out the belt on his denim trousers, tugging it loose. At the same time he pulled the elastic halter straps down, freeing her magnificent breasts. Luis’s trousers were down around his knees, and Heather grabbed the front of his briefs. His erection was already straining against the front of them, and Heather had difficulty sliding them over it, but she succeeded, its firmness springing into view. She grabbed it, feeling it harden even more in her hand. The dress seemed to be hindering things, so Heather shed it completely, nude now except for her black pumps. Luis’s heart quickened at the sight of her beauty. Heather’s strong fingers stroked him into rigid erection. She spun around, and bent while still gripping him, guiding him to her from behind. They both gasped as he entered her, and Luis thrust forward until she was fully impaled on him. He grabbed her by the hips and began to rhythmically thrust in and out. Heather moaned softly as she felt his length penetrating her, rapidly making the experience more pleasurable. Luis clenched his eyes as he felt her vaginal muscles clamping onto him with each surge, her natural lubrication making each thrust more pleasant than the last, and her beautiful ass cushioning his motions. After a couple of minutes Heather pulled herself free, turning once again to face him. They embraced, and again her felt her wonderful large breasts press against his chest. She hopped onto a low table, guiding him once again into her vagina, and swung her legs around his waist. Luis could feel her muscular legs prodding him to action, and he began to thrust more rapidly. Their frenzied love-making threatened the structure of the table, but it held together long enough for them to reach an explosive climax simultaneously.
There followed a long period of silence. Only the panting of each of them kept it from being total.
“That was one hell of a kiss,” Luis finally blurted.
“You mean that’s not the customary way of doing such here in Rio?” Heather panned.
Luis laughed.
“Perhaps I’ve just always had low expectations,” he grinned.
The two embraced. Heather felt as whole as she had in some time.
“What do you say we join them,” Luis said, nodding towards the pool area.
“Can we take our wine?” Heather grinned.
“Absolutely.”
Morning in the rain forest was Mallory’s favorite time. There was a serenity about it that seemed to transcend the fact that it could be a violent place. The morning had been a mixed blessing for Samantha. As was their custom, she serviced Mallory upon awakening, and performed admirably. So well in fact, that a short time later Mallory demanded an encore, and this time Samantha failed miserably. It was the product of a poor night’s sleep, and a general disinterest after having so recently performed at a high level. There were some minor transgressions that Mallory was willing to overlook. This wasn’t one of them. Samantha whimpered in agony.
“Oh hush up!” Mallory scolded her. “Another hour of that ought to teach you that I expect results when I call on you. Otherwise you’re just eye-candy.”
Samantha about choked on her gag. Yes, she was treated as so much more than “eye-candy.”
“See you after a while,” Mallory taunted her, before leaving to make arrangements for their departure.
As Mallory walked down the hallway, one thing she didn’t notice was one of the doors to the individual suites was just slightly ajar. After she had passed, it opened further and Sonja quietly tip-toed down to the room she had seen Mallory exit from. There was no kind of lock, just a wooden latch, and Sonja took one last look around before entering.
In the room, more or less in the center, was Samantha. It was immediately apparent she was being punished. There could be no other reason to tie her that way. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and she was going to sit there until she was set free. Her arms were almost in a straight line to the ceiling, fastened together tightly at the wrists and elbows with thin black leather, then jerked high behind her and fastened to a ceiling support. There was nothing gentle about the way they were fastened. Already the young girl’s hands were turning blue, and the elbows had been tied with a tightness that indicated a disdain for her comfort. But that part of the bondage was only a taste of the true devious nature of her punishment. Her ankles were folded up yoga-style so they rested with the tops of her feet on the opposite thigh. The ankles had been bound crossed, and then secured to her waist, keeping her legs in close, and making it impossible to garner any relief for her arms. But that wasn’t the worst. The final punishment had been the thin cord noosed around each of her big toes, looped through each respective nipple ring, and then tightened until the nipples were distended. A four inch ball gag tightened painfully tight kept her protests from disturbing their guests.
Sonja couldn’t help but be impressed by the restraints. It was so simple, yet so brutally effective. She had studied, and appreciated art, and something about the whole scene struck her as being artistic. It was a study in contrasts, so to speak: A young, startlingly beautiful woman, in stringent, painful bondage, in the middle of a rain forest, for starters. But that was just the situational contrast. The physical contrasts were just as stark. Her slender nude body and blonde hair, against the dark, thin cord so tightly restraining it. The smooth, unblemished tan skin and the sheen of sweat rapidly spreading out over it; the sleek muscles just under that skin, and how they were held in such a strained position as if, at any moment, they would burst free and her tortured body would resume a more natural position.
Sonja crept in closer. It was truly a wicked piece of bondage. The natural reaction of someone bound as such would be to try and shift their weight to alleviate the strain on their arms. And the girl was attempting to do so in a very pitiful way. But doing so brought pain to her nipples. The best thing to do was to remain as still as possible, but that was difficult, at best.
Without thinking, Sonja reached out and touched the girl’s arms, causing her to flinch as if she’d been stung. Of course that pulled harshly on the toes-to-nipples cord and once again Samantha had to will her body to remain still. She swiveled her head slowly, and looked through pain-glazed eyes at the source of the contact. Sonja looked back, feeling a sense of bewilderment at first, then a growing sense of superiority. She knew there was absolutely nothing the bound girl could do to stop her from touching her anywhere she pleased, and she intended to take advantage of that, at least for a time.
She knelt beside the girl, her fingers groping at Samantha’s small breasts, and pinching her nipples. Samantha groaned into her gag. She had not looked forward to her solitary punishment, but she had grown used to it. On some levels, it was actually a bit of a blessing in that she was not forced into some degrading manner of servitude. But certainly this put a new spin on things. She felt the girl’s hand run down across her ribcage, across her belly, and then into the crease of her sex. Samantha clenched her eyes shut, her whimpers and moans taking on a more pleading nature. Sonja knew she didn’t have all day, but she didn’t come this far merely to take a peek. Her fingers parted the lips of Samantha’s sex and she slipped one finger, and then a second one inside. Samantha squirmed, but that caused her toes to pull on her pained nipples again, so she stopped and remained still. Sonja was enjoying herself immensely. Her fingers sought out and pinched the young blonde’s clitoris, smiling at the way if caused her to struggle. For Sonja it was a newfound elixir. She had never really gotten into the domination game, but this was fun. The look in the young girl’s eyes spoke volumes. It was a look that said “you must be an even crazier bitch than the one that left me tied like this.”
Sonja removed her fingers from the girl’s vagina and wiped them across Samantha’s lips, stretched as they were around the gag.
“You sit tight,” she whispered. “I’ll have you soon. All of you.”
Sonja reached in and gave the blonde girl’s nipples another hard squeeze, bent in close and bit at her ear, and then retreated out of the room.
“The view is just as spectacular in the daytime,” Heather smiled, looking out the bedroom window.
Luis, still in bed, propped himself up on his elbows.
“Indeed,” he smiled.
His view was of Heather’s naked backside, and he felt himself becoming aroused as he looked on. Her long blonde hair fell to her waist, and even from behind he could see the sides of her large round breasts. Her long muscular legs, slightly parted, provided an erotic silhouette against the advancing daylight streaming through the windows. Heather felt him as he came in behind her, his hands reaching around to fondle her magnificent breasts. He was erect, his penis poking at her butt as he buried his nose in her hair.
Heather spread her legs a bit wider, and wiggled her ass seductively against his manhood, which immediately sprang to full attention.
“Do you ever think of anything else?” she giggled.
“With you around, no,” he said.
Heather placed her hands against the pane of glass, and shoved her ass against him. Luis reached down and guided his own hardened flesh between her legs, and into her moist mound. Heather gasped as he filled her, and began her own rhythmic gyration. For several minutes the pane of glass shook, then the two of them came together in a cataclysmic melding of pleasure. At last they drew apart, each in the glow of satisfaction.
“Here, put these on,” Heather laughed, throwing Luis a pair of swim-trunks. “Let’s get that big boy hidden before wakes up and wants to play again.”
It was a sweltering day in the rainforest. While the temperature held steady at ninety degrees, it felt much hotter due to the high humidity. A passing shower had cooled things briefly, but once again the group was fanning their faces and necks to keep cool. Adding to the misery was a vat with a bubbling cauldron, courtesy of a fire-fed heat source. A white paste-like substance had been added to the vat, along with a greenish, powdery substance, and then the whole mixture had been allowed to boil for a good hour.
During the wait many of the men had ventured about, with a stern warning to stay within eyesight. They wouldn’t want to meet some of the jungle’s local tenants, Mallory warned them. Several of them took up residence on nearby stumps of trees which had been cleared away for the current laboratory to do its business.
Samantha was once again forced to make the journey. She was dressed much as she had been the previous day, in her brief denim cutoffs and cowboy boots. She wore a sleeveless white t-shirt, and again was braless beneath it. Her arms were draped around a thick length of wood which nestled in the crook of her elbows. Her wrists were tied together in front with the thin leather. She was seated at the base of a tree and bound to it by the neck. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, ankles crossed and bound, and her thighs tightly lashed together. Her gag for the day was a large black ball gag, buckled excruciatingly tight, and a little added torment, one which could not be so easily discerned, were the twin alligator clips fastened onto each of her nipples.
Sonja once again couldn’t help but glance at the young blonde, but on this occasion she noticed her glances being returned. Samantha’s glances took on a totally different tone however. While Sonja studied the tightness of the leather, and the beauty of the small breasts thrust against the wet t-shirt, Samantha stared back as if to say “keep the fuck away!”
While they waited, curiosity got the better of a couple of the men.
“I have to ask,” one of them queried, “just how does one come into possession of such a lass?”
Mallory laughed.
“Let’s just say the spoils of war can be incredibly fruitful,” she smiled.
“In my line of work, I manage to make numerous enemies,” she continued. “Most of them never come out alive once they’ve crossed me. Occasionally, however, they may have something I want, and it is better to keep them alive until I obtain what it is I’m after. This little morsel just serves as bait for the Big Prize.”
The men gazed at the lovely young blonde.
“Well, you certainly have the prettiest ‘bait’ I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he continued.
Samantha felt a little like bait, and a lot like eye candy. The heat and humidity was drawing the moisture out of her body so rapidly that she was beginning to smell. But it was also turning her t-shirt wet, and her pained nipples were poking into the front of it.
Mallory smiled that wicked smile that Samantha had seen on many occasions. She drew her large knife from the sheath tied at her waist.
“It looks like she’s ruined another perfectly good shirt,” she spat with mock disdain.
She walked over and made quick work of the offending garment, leaving the young teen exposed to the men.
“There now,” she chided the helpless girl, “you just sit there and be thankful you’re not a bigger part of this exhibit.”
By early afternoon, the concoction was ready, and several of the laborers strained the goo out of the vat, and onto large flat rocks to dry. That part of the process went amazingly quick considering the high humidity levels. Eventually there were numerous brick-shaped clumps, and from one of these clumps a native man shaved several slivers into a mortar and pestle arrangement. These were ground into a fine dust, and Mallory took about a quarter-teaspoon, and dumped it into a straw-like cylinder with an end which hinged shut. She gave a cylinder to one of the native looking men, and spoke to him in Portuguese. He nodded and along with another man, turned and headed back towards the river.
“This is what we’ve been waiting for,” Mallory said.
She was playing it for all it was worth, and definitely had a flair for the dramatic.
“I wouldn’t send you fine people off without giving the product a proper demonstration of its effectiveness.”
There was a bit of a commotion, and a few minutes later the men returned, but they weren’t alone. They had a stunning young girl with them, completely naked and very tightly bound and gagged, carried like a piece of luggage by one of her captors. She appeared to be very young, eighteen at the oldest, and was obviously in both a great deal of distress, and arousal at the same time. She had a leather leash tied around her neck, which was in turn held by one of the men, but she wasn’t going anywhere.
“I took the liberty of giving Alexandra here a portion of this same drug a good 15 minutes ago and a bit more just now,” Mallory smiled. “She had the good fortune of being selected for this role by virtue of her father having tried to swindle me out of several million dollars while I was in Sao Paulo a few months back. Suffice it to say he won’t try it again.”
Alexandra was struggling fiercely against the grip the man had on her. She was a slender, lanky lass with marvelous legs, and a shapely butt. She had long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a deep dark tan, with tiny triangles over her small breasts and shaved pubic area from a scant swimsuit. The men were rather enjoying her struggles, and Mallory seemed content to let her perform in the presence of their guests. Her wrists were crossed and bound behind her back with the same thin dark leather that Samantha had been bound with. Her elbows were crushed together as well, thrusting her small breasts forward to the delight of the men. A framework of the thin leather went above and below her breasts, and around her shoulders, fastening to the elbow cords in back. Her slender ankles had been crossed and bound tightly, a trailing end looped through the convergence of cords at her elbows, and then those ankles had been jerked cruelly behind her and fastened. The man holding her carried her by this ankles-to-elbows/chest harness cord, bowing her lovely body in a fashion that was as aesthetically pleasing for the guests as it was painful for Alexandra. She was sweating from her exertions, and moaning through the tight ring gag, part of a harness gag, fastened deep between her teeth.
“For whatever reason, the potion reacts slower with a woman, but as you will learn, not so slow with men,” Mallory smiled.
Mallory nodded to the men who had delivered Alexandra to the camp. The man holding her nonchalantly tossed her to the ground, where she landed with a thud that nearly knocked the wind from her lungs. She flexed briefly, testing her bonds as if by some miracle the rude deposit of her body on the ground may have jarred a knot loose. Mallory chuckled at this futile exploration, and grabbed a length of the thin leather from her pocket.
“Our first order of duty is to see that this excitable little slut is incapable of stopping us from doing anything we wish to her lovely little body,” Mallory smirked, looping the doubled cord through a ring on the top of the harness gag, and passing the free ends of the cord through the loop. She tugged Alexandra’s head sharply back, threaded the loose ends through the ankle ropes, and bent her neck back further. At that point where Alexandra feared her neck might snap, Mallory tied it off, leaving the young girl totally helpless, and almost unable to move. Mallory smiled, walking around the tightly bound girl as if to ascertain that she was truly as helpless as she appeared to be. At last satisfied, she turned once again to address the group.
“The next step is to provide her with a bit of stimulation,” Mallory grinned, grabbing another length of leather from her pocket. She tied a loop in one end of the cord, passing it around over Alexandra’s back, before slipping the free end through the loop. Mallory pulled harshly on the end, tugging it back and forth with sharp motions, drawing the slack out of the cord, and fixing it deep in the helpless girl’s belly. She brought the end down between the girl’s parted thighs, keeping the whole thing taut, and then marked a spot on the leather with her finger. For a moment the leather cord went slack, and Alexandra breathed a strained sigh of relief as Mallory fiddled with the cord. The relief didn’t last. Mallory finished what she was doing with the cord and reached between Alexandra’s legs. Her fingers parted the young girl’s labia, slightly wet from the drug’s affect, and plucked at her clit. It didn’t take but a moment for the flesh to respond, the clitoris emerging from its hood and rapidly hardening. Alexandra moaned as her body was swept with pleasure, but then she wailed as the leather cord cut through her pubic mound. Mallory ran the end up around Alexandra’s bound wrists and pulled. HARD. Alexandra could feel the woman’s fingers once again probing her genitals, and another jerk pulled a knot that had been tied in the cord right up close to her engorged clit. Then the cord was tied off to her wrists, forcing Alexandra’s fingers into the crack of her butt. Mallory tugged on those bound wrists, forcing the knot up tantalizingly close Alexandra’s clit. The pain of the brutal crotch-rope was countered by the incredible buzzing flowing through Alexandra’s clitoris, and her body took over from there. The cursed knot had the audacity to tickle her clit without the young girl being able to draw it any closer. There was not a millimeter of slack. Try as she might, and the aphrodisiac forced her to try mightily, there was no way to gain any bit of it along and over her sex.
“Now we will watch and wait,” Mallory stated.
For the next 20 minutes or so, the group was treated to a rather remarkable athletic performance. Alexandra was barely aware of the show she was putting on. Instead, her mind was focused solely on bringing pleasure to herself. But bringing pleasure to herself, bound as she was, proved impossible. Being scarcely able to move was a big part of the problem, but the devious nature of her bondage proved the bigger obstacle. The knot Mallory tied in the crotch-strap could be pulled just to Alexandra’s inflamed clitoris if she used all her strength. But it would go no further. The young girl rolled over onto her side, the muscles in her arms and legs rippling in her attempts to tug and manipulate the cord to her satisfaction, then rolled back to her stomach, then to her other side. Her long hair became matted with her sweat, as well as dirt and leaves from the jungle floor. Eventually, her body covered with dirt and sweat, exhaustion set in. Gradually her squirming slowed until at last she lay mostly still, her lovely bowed body quivering on the bare ground, the knotted crotch-rope still a paper’s width from where Alexandra wanted it.
“As you all can see the young cunt’s craving for satisfaction was subdued only by the very tight restraint placed on her,” Mallory smiled. “Imagine if she had not been nearly immobilized. She could easily have hurt herself and then I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of inflicting all of the things I plan on inflicting on her lovely body later tonight.”
This last bit came with Mallory placing the toe of her boot under Alexandra’s chin, and turning her head slightly so as the full impact of her statement could be fully appreciated by the bound girl.
“Nevertheless, I think you all can see that it’s a potent concoction,” Mallory said.
There was a nodding from the men. Sonja nodded to, but her gaze was once again the beautiful blonde secured to the tree nearby.
“Good,” Mallory said. “Now, we will soon have a quantity of this available for you to take. Any of you who would like may stay. Others of you may wish to make different arrangements, and that is fine. But for now let’s all return to camp.”
To be continued………
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