Chapter Sixteen

‘Please, no....uhhh...uhhh!’

Tanya shook her head, writhing urgently against the ropes that held her down over the bench. The rubber phallus that was now fixed to the piston of the machine was sinking relentlessly into her pussy, stretching her sex wider than she’d ever experienced soon filling her and ploughing deeper into her than she imagined she could bear. Just as she was certain she couldn’t take any more the enormous rubber dildo withdrew almost completely. Before Tanya could heave a sigh of relief though she felt it slowly penetrating her once more.

‘That looks perfect, now let’s set a decent speed,’ announced Catherina.

‘No... too hard... please stop...please!’

Tanya writhed and twisted helplessly as the phallus began to rhythmically assault her sex, the piston working easily as fast as any shafting she’d experienced but the phallus itself far larger than any cock she’d ever welcomed into her pussy in pursuit of sexual gratification. Even Miles, with his monster cock, filled her less than this machine, she thought dreamily as her pussy quickly learnt to accept the broad girth of the dildo that was being rammed repeatedly in and out of it.

Soon enough the relentless mechanical shafting to which she was being subjected brought Tanya to a piquantly exquisite orgasm but the machine did not stop or even slacken in sympathy to the fact that Tanya now felt sexually satiated. On and on the machine pounded her young body, Tanya struggling desperately against the restraints until she was forced to accept that escape was impossible and that the two cruel sisters had no intention whatsoever of showing her any respite.

‘Have you had enough for one day?’ asked Julietta, circling the bench so she could feast her eyes on every inch of Tanya’s helpless body as she writhed and squirmed, the sweat pouring off her smooth skin and her blonde hair tousled about her face that showed her anguish at what she was being forced to endure. If at first Tanya had revelled in the sensation, she was now bitterly wishing that she could escape from being on the receiving end of the machine. The relentless deep penetration from the phallus was too extreme even for Tanya. Her poor pussy throbbed from the continual shafting to which she was being subjected.

‘Please stop... can’t take...any more...’ Tanya begged, as the sensation of the rubber phallus pumping into her sex became all but unbearable.

‘Surely you haven’t had enough yet?’ laughed Catherina.

‘I thought one could never get too much of a good thing,’ taunted Julietta as she stood at the end of the bench directly facing Tanya and watching the expression of resigned suffering on her pretty face.

‘Please...make... it...stop...’ Tanya begged, a ragged gasp being forced from her mouth with each thump of the machine’s piston.

‘Shall we make it go faster Catherina?’ Julietta suggested, deciding that she thoroughly enjoyed seeing the English girl’s distress and finding that she was getting really quite turned on by watching the naked girl writhing against the ropes and cuffs that held her down whilst the machine pistoned the phallus into her sex unceasingly. In truth, Julietta was imagining what it must feel like being in the English girl’s position and there was something potently exciting about seeing her suffering.

‘Or what if we make it go deeper?’ suggested Catherina.

‘NO! Let me go!’ cried Tanya, the thought of worse than what she was already being subjected to galvanising her into a vociferous protest as well as a determinedly energetic one.

The two sisters laughed as they watched Tanya struggle desperately to drag her legs and arms free but her efforts however vigorous were hopeless. Worse, in response to her increasingly loud pleading for them to stop, Tanya leant too late that the young girls had no inclination to listen to her screaming. Whilst Julietta held Tanya’s thrashing head still, her older sister calmly applied a dental gag to Tanya and when the girls stepped back to regard their handiwork, she was left with her jaws forced and held wide by the slender tubes of rolled steel that were sprung like an animal trap in reverse. Tanya’s sensual mouth was now forced wide so that her loud cries were reduced to a semi-coherent gurgling protest, as she was deprived of the ability to enunciate. Whilst she could still wag her tongue her plaintive protest was now reduced to an incoherent and muted noise.

‘Something the matter Tanya?’ teased Julietta.

Tanya groaned and gurgled as best the gag allowed, saliva trickling over her lips and Julietta laughed delightedly with the effectiveness of the gag.

‘I think she’s asking for deeper penetration, she likes it so much,’ suggested Julietta.

‘Well, we must look after our guest and give her what she wants,’ Catherina replied and promptly she gave one of the dials on the machine a small twist and Tanya felt the phallus immediately sink even deeper into her aching sex.

‘Nnnnhhh...’

‘You’re enjoying that, aren’t you?’ Julietta crouched for a moment before Tanya’s anguished face and smiled sweetly at her before carefully wiping away fresh tears that welled from her wide blue eyes. Glancing up at her sister, Julietta smiled.

‘A little deeper, I think,’ she suggested.

‘Nnnhh!’

Tanya shook her head vigorously, gazing imploringly at the girl her own age crouched before her, her pretty face transformed by a cruel smile, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement at Tanya’s suffering.

The machine thumped the phallus back into Tanya’s throbbing pussy now so deeply that Tanya imagined she was going to faint. She twisted her arms urgently but the rope was bound too skilfully, too tightly for her to extricate her wrists. She pulled with her legs but the thin leather cords held stubbornly firm and the leather cuffs around her ankles twisted a little against her skin but that was all.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The phallus kept on shafting her tender sex and if ever Tanya wished that something would stop it was the terrible machine to which she was so irrevocably attached. The two Latin American girls stood over her, watching her suffering and with utter dismay Tanya realised that they had no intention of stopping the machine and indeed when they decided that Tanya was surviving the ordeal thus far another dial on the machine was adjusted and the speed of the assault on her aching body was increased. For what felt like an eternity Tanya was left to writhe and endure the machine until the sensation of the relentless assault was too much and she fainted.

‘Wake up Tanya, we’ve not finished with you yet.’

Tanya groaned through the gag, blinking then focusing on the smiling face close before her. She had no idea for how long she’d passed out but Julietta was again crouched before her and was lightly slapping her cheeks until Tanya was revived.

The shafting of her poor pussy was concluded but the sisters’ games were far from over. Tanya remained tied down over the bench whilst the phallus glided to a halt, the machine was switched off and Tanya was left trembling as she lay tied down, her sex throbbing from the cruel treatment to which the girls had subjected her.

‘Now let’s see how she enjoys it another way,’ grinned Catherina.

Tanya was forced to watch as the older sister took a bottle of body lotion and poured a generous amount into her palm. She then placed her hand on the small of Tanya’s back and slowly stroked her palm downwards so the well-oiled palm glided over the crater of her anus and here she held her hand snugly making Tanya squirm with embarrassing pleasure at the sensation.

‘Now, let’s feel here...’

Tanya sighed as the other girl rubbed one fingertip slowly over her anus and then after a moment she eased the tip of her finger into the crater of the tight muscle.

‘Uhhh...’

‘Is that good? You like the feel of that, yes?’

Tanya could scarcely deny it and for a moment she was glad that the dental gag deprived her of speech. Yes, being tied down and treated like this by two beautiful young girls was, she had to admit, potently erotic.

‘Now, let’s see how soft and welcoming we can make you.’

Slick with the body lotion, Catherina’s fingers coaxed Tanya’s rear passage to open up and admit first one finger fully and then several.

‘Now, let’s see how you like the machine servicing you this way,’ Catherina laughed, withdrawing her fingers and gesturing to Julietta to help her align the phallus of the machine up against Tanya’s rear. Tanya was certain that in the next moment she would be suffering even worse than what had gone before but then there came a sharp knock at the door and the sisters’ attention was distracted.

‘Your father sent me,’ Patrick Hamilton said, not having waited for a response to his knock at the door. ‘Government troops have been seen at Cheuri village; six jeeps, moving fast and coming this way. You have to pack immediately.’

For a second the sisters were too stunned to speak but then Catherina quickly recovered her senses.

‘Where is Papa?’

‘Organising the men; they are moving the guns out by road but he and you will leave by the river.’

‘But what if ...’ began Julietta.

‘There is no time for what if’s,’ snapped Hamilton, ‘ we all have to leave and fast!’

‘What about her?’ Catherina pointed at Tanya.

‘Your father didn’t say,’ Hamilton answered.

The two sisters hurried from the room without so much as a backward glance at Tanya. However the moment they had left Hamilton walked across to where Tanya lay tied down over the bench.

‘I dare say Ricardo will want to take you with him; you’ll need something to wear. Can you stand?’

‘I can try,’ answered Tanya as she lay patiently still whilst Hamilton untied the rope and cords that held her prisoner.

‘Follow me,’ he ordered.

Tanya hauled herself from the bench and after quickly rubbing her arms and legs to get some movement back into her limbs she followed the man from the room.

Ten minutes later they were gathered on the front lawn, Tanya wearing some sandals, a short skirt and a T-shirt borrowed from Julietta. The sisters were in stout trekking boots, shorts and short sleeve shirts; Julietta in olive green and her older sister in khaki shorts and a black shirt. Both had small backpacks and Tanya saw they both had holstered revolvers and sheathed knives hung from their waist belts. Their father’s men were rushing back and forth loading up the 4X4s with the guns and in no time at all the vehicles roared away with all the men except for six. Two of these set off ahead of the rest taking the path that wound down the hill and led to the river where the speedboats were hidden. One of them took a two-way radio and another man, the young lad who had guarded Tanya on the speedboat, carried another two-way radio.

‘Are the booby-traps set?’ Ricardo asked.

A tall bearded giant of a man with a scar across his forehead, nodded.

Ricardo took one last look around and then nodded, satisfied that nothing else could be done except for heading off into the jungle.

‘Why don’t they ambush the soldiers? They’ve got enough guns and there are enough of them, don’t they have the stomach for a fight?’ Tanya asked the Englishman standing close by her. Patrick Hamilton smiled and shook his head.

‘Ricardo likes to choose when and how he fights and he will never squander the lives of his men in needless battles. Besides,’ said Hamilton, ‘ this way the government will never know whether Ricardo was here or with how many men. The vehicles with the new cache of guns will use one of the old loggers’ tracks to evade being caught and we’ll slip away with the boats. The soldiers may find the villa, someone must have tipped them off that Ricardo is in the area but when they arrive they’ll find nothing and see no one. They’ll be none the wiser unless they are foolish enough to try to poke around and then they’ll learn that Ricardo was using the villa and it will cost them.’

‘Booby traps?’ said Tanya.

‘Certainly.’

‘What if they follow us?’

‘We will be at the boats and away before they can catch us up.’

Their conversation was cut short as Ricardo ordered them all to set off down the track that led through the jungle the way Tanya had come that morning.

The path was only wide enough for one person and so Tanya followed behind Hamilton and doubtless by design she realised they were in the middle of the strung out party, effectively putting paid to any notion she might have entertained that she could escape by running back to the villa and the government soldiers.

‘Are you his prisoner too?’ Tanya asked.

Hamilton glanced back over his shoulder and shook his head.

‘Hardly; Ricardo freed me from a pretty wretched time. I have stayed with him and in return for giving me my life back I help him by trying to teach his daughters a few things more intellectual than learning how to skin and cook a snake.’

‘Don’t you ever think about going back to England?’

‘I don’t think I could cope with the change now; I’ve lived out here too long and I have come to appreciate the beauty of the jungle too much to turn my back on it now.’

‘But you’re working for a bandit!’

‘Perhaps it’s better than working for the government’s tax collectors. I had to spend years and years working to pay off the death duties from my father’s death and I had to sell off too much of the family land. I think now I bear too much of a grudge against our Government to go back to their clutches.’

‘Well,’ said Tanya, ‘ you must have been pretty rich to have had so much trouble with death duties. My parents were both killed in an accident years ago and even though my father earned pretty good money I haven’t seen much of it.’

‘Maybe it’s held in trust for you for when you grow up?’

‘Grow up? You cheeky sod, I’m nineteen!’

‘Well, perhaps when you’re twenty-one you’ll inherit it?’

‘I suppose I should know but I was too young to remember much of the details of the their will, I guess I was too upset by it. I’ve had a miserable Godfather look after me since and whenever I ask him questions about my parents’ money he’s always very vague and tells me not to worry.’

‘Sounds suspicious to me, you’ll have to sort him out when you get home.’

‘Get home? How the hell am I going to manage that? Ricardo has told me he’ll sell me as a slave when he’s bored with me, I’m never going to get out of here.’

‘Of course you will,’ said Hamilton, ‘ you just have to use your feminine charm to persuade him to look after you properly and to see you right.’

‘You’re optimistic!’

‘Of course I am; how do you think I’ve survived over ten years in the jungle? Trust me Tanya, you have all it takes to win Ricardo’s sympathy, you just have to work at it. If the man has a soft spot it’s for a pretty young girl and from what I’ve seen of you, you certainly fit that description.’

‘Thanks for the compliment!’ Tanya laughed.

Ahead of her the bearded giant turned in response to her laugh and shot her a glance to warn her to be quiet. Tanya muttered a sorry and whilst she concentrated on not losing her footing on the increasingly slippery path. She began to mull over what Hamilton had said.