Hi-Jacked Sisters
[aka 'A Long Way From Home']
by Bryan Gilbert
(BSS-618)


Foreword 

Take the explosive combination of a voluptuous love-starved housewife and 
her young, hot-blooded, innocent sister and put them aboard a hi-jacked 
plane which is forced to land on a tropical island paradise where sensual 
passions already run at a fevered pitch, and you have the makings of a good 
book. 

Add to these elements sexual blackmail and an unscrupulous man who does not 
hesitate to play wife against sister or both women against the unsuspecting 
husband, and you have one of the most exciting and graphic novels to come 
along this season. 

The Hi-Jacked Sisters is a book about people?sheltered and secure in their 
beliefs and morals since their early childhood who are suddenly confronted 
with the dark realities of their own heated desires. 

Another facet of this engrossing novel deals with the age-old question of 
whether any of us are masters of our own destinies. Fran and Bill Williams, 
together with the sensually attractive and still virginal 18 year-old Liz, 
smugly feel they have mapped out their lives?that only they can change their 
enviable situation. This naive assumption is destroyed with one chilling 
sentence announced by the pilot of their jet liner, "Ladies and gentlemen, 
we will not be landing at Miami as planned because our plane is being 
forcefully diverted to another site... " 

The abrupt collapse of all their plans and, possibly, their future, leaves 
all three of them stunned and incapable of any coherent thought. In that 
respect they are typical examples of a great many Americans today?secure in 
the status quo, unable to realize that Fate's favorite target has always 
been the status quo. 

Our talented author obviously agrees with the Roman dramatist?philosopher, 
Seneca, who wrote almost 2,000 years ago, "Fate leads the willing... and 
drags along those who hang back." 

It is Fran, during the ensuing forty-eight hours of indecision, danger, and 
sexual humiliation, who gradually begins to grow in stature. Ironically, she 
sacrifices her self-respect and decency to protect her husband and her 
younger sister, only to discover they have betrayed her?individually and 
collectively. 

Bryan Gilbert wrote this absorbing novel after making a penetrating study of 
people who undergo personality changes following hi-jacking or political 
kidnappings. The plot itself comes from the front pages of every newspaper 
in the world. And the characters in The Hi-jacked Sisters although typically 
American, are universal. 

Because of the volatile nature of some of the more sexually graphic scenes 
and the explicit language employed in the true-to-life dialogue, the 
publishers feel they should advise the potential reader that this book is 
for mature adults who have a mature outlook on life. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The cold wind whipped at their heavy winter clothes as they walked together 
from the terminal toward the plane that would soon take them to the hot 
Florida sun. Glancing past her husband, Bill, Fran Williams watched the 
excitement in her sister's eyes. This was the first time that Liz had ever 
traveled by air and that fact was evident. Liz's cool college girl beauty 
changed as they approached the plane. As they mounted the steps, her face 
had the gleeful curiosity of a little girl. To Fran, it still seemed 
impossible that her little sister was anything but a child. Yet Liz's 
maturity was inescapable, and Fran had to admit to herself that her little 
sister was already a remarkably attractive young woman. And this fact was 
obvious every time Fran observed her sister near any man, including, to 
Fran's slight discomfort, her own husband Bill. 

Once up the steps and inside the door, the raw cold of the Cleveland winter 
morning was immediately forgotten as a stewardess directed them to their 
seats. It seemed that the plane would not be full and so Liz sat in the row 
behind Fran and Bill so as to have her own window. Stowing their carry-on 
bags for them, Bill laughed as Liz slipped hurriedly into her seat and 
immediately tried to fasten her seat belt. 

"No hurry about that, Liz," he said, reaching across her to help. 

As he did so he could not resist a long glance at her knees and her firmly 
smooth legs that disappeared enticingly beneath her fashionable skirt. And, 
as he had many times before in situations of close proximity such as this, 
he had to admit to himself that of the two beautiful sisters, the younger 
one was in some ways even more appealing than the one who was his 
magnificent wife. Both were tall and graceful. Both voluptuous, clean-cut 
looking blondes. And both had green eyes. But while Fran's beauty was that 
of a serene, and he assumed perfectly satisfied, young wife, her younger 
sister still had the fresh innocence of an inexperienced girl. 

Bill pulled back in pleasure from adjusting Liz's seat belt. She looked up 
at her brother-in-law, giving him her most demure little-girl smile. 

"Just don't bite your tongue when we takeoff," he said. 

"Oh Bill... stop it," she cooed at his teasing. 

Fran, in the seat ahead, heard her sister's response and grimaced. What a 
little flirt Liz had grown to be recently. Realizing Bill's attraction to 
her sister, Fran felt a flash of worry about their decision to bring Liz 
along with them on their vacation. But then she realized that as soon as 
they landed and were met by Liz's boyfriend Al, Liz would be fully occupied. 
Al was big and rugged, a football player at the University of Miami and very 
possessive of his girl. 

Their hand luggage all in place, Bill sat down next to his wife. 

"Well honey, this is it. This is finally it," he said reaching over to kiss 
Fran on the cheek. 

"Yes, it's been a long time since we've been away, hasn't it Bill." 

"You know that if I could have possibly done it before now, we would have," 
he said, taking her hand and holding it gently. 

Fran sat back and closed her eyes. It was, she realized, almost exactly two 
years since they had left Cleveland together to do anything other than make 
a very occasional weekend visit to relatives. Their last vacation had been 
their honeymoon. And when they had returned, Bill had thrown himself into 
his job with even more vigor than he had displayed in the months they had 
first known each other and during the time of their engagement. 

He was the very picture of the ambitious young life insurance salesman who 
was going for bigger and bigger commissions, which meant bigger bonuses. The 
very first year with his company, his first year out of Ohio State, his 
picture had appeared in the company's newspaper and magazine advertisements 
as one of their ten top first year men nationally. And every year since his 
sales had made him a member of the company's Executive Circle Club. 

His success, even before they were married, had given him the income to set 
a standard of living for himself and his bride that was not matched by many 
young couples their age. Home from their honeymoon, they moved immediately 
into a small but charming house in Shaker Heights. Bill had been able to buy 
it on the strength of his steadily rising commissions. 

As he carried her across the threshold, Fran had noticed a note next to a 
set of car keys on the table in the hall. When Bill put her down she ran 
down to the two-car garage to find a spanking new Mustang convertible that 
was to be hers alone. That was Bill, flowers or candy at least once a week, 
and everything a young wife could ask for. Everything that is except the 
time and patience that a young wife like Fran needed from her, otherwise, 
adoring husband. 

"Time is money," Bill always told her. She would remind him that time is 
also love, and he would laugh and pick her up and spin her around, making 
her dizzy before he put her down and retired to his study with his briefcase 
and papers for the evening. Increasingly through their two years of married 
life together, Fran realized that the only element missing was the sort of 
sexual joy she had always heard was the right of a wife to expect from her 
husband. Bill was wonderful, but he was always in a hurry about everything, 
especially when they made love! And as each month went by he seemed to work 
harder and harder, even these occasions were becoming less frequent. 

Perhaps this long-awaited vacation would put the crowning touch to her 
marriage. She wanted these two weeks in Ft. Lauderdale to at least give them 
the chance. Once Bill had finally agreed to actually make the reservations 
this time and go, she had done everything she could to prepare the vacation 
so that it would be a perfect one. She had even extracted a promise from her 
husband that he would not bring along any work to do. 

And Bill needed the rest from the pressures of his life even more than she 
did. Privately Fran looked forward excitedly to their trip to Florida and 
had wondered out loud once or twice if they might even slip over to one of 
the Caribbean islands. One of her dreams was to travel, but so far she had 
never once been out of the country. As a girl, and in college, she had 
always hoped that she would marry a man who liked to travel. But as it 
turned out, she married a man who really liked only to sell insurance. If 
she resented anything about her life with Bill, it was this single fact. 

This is why she hoped that these two weeks away together would go far toward 
awakening the aspect of their marriage that had so far been left largely 
unexplored. 

The whine of the big engines starting one by one made Fran open her eyes and 
look over at her husband. 

"A good day to fly, darling," she said softly. 

"A good day to fly," he answered, holding her hand even more tightly. 

Just behind them Liz was completely enthralled in the complicated 
preparations that were going on preceding the takeoff. She had been bitterly 
disappointed when, during their last year in high school, Al had chosen to 
go all the way to Florida to play his football; but now, for the first time, 
with the thrilling trip ahead of her, she was glad that he had chosen the 
University of Miami. His being away, and her own full life at Ohio State in 
Columbus, had not dimmed the fullness of their relationship in the least. He 
came home to Cleveland or flew direct from Miami to Columbus to see her 
whenever possible, which so far had meant at least two times a term, except, 
of course, during football season. Then there had been their vacations 
together and just this last summer which they had spent together as camp 
counselors at adjoining boys' and girls' camps in Michigan. Liz was proud 
that Al flew up from Miami to see her so often, but she knew that his 
parents could afford giving him the money for tickets and, after all, that 
is what jet planes were for, she realized. 

Waiting in her seat, watching the stewardesses bustling up and down the 
aisles and the men with trucks and earphones running around just outside her 
window, she found it hard to believe that this was actually her first time 
up in a plane. And it would be the first time she had visited Al in Florida. 
She hoped that her winter lack of suntan would not put her at an immediate 
disadvantage there as he would compare her with the golden Florida girls. 

Liz had no doubts, though, about the appeal she held for Al. In fact, she 
worried that in the vacation atmosphere of Ft. Lauderdale she would have 
difficulties keeping Al from forcing her to go all the way with him. Until 
now their times together had been pretty passionate, but they always stopped 
short of doing anything that might result in the chance of her life being 
ruined. Liz was rigid in her control of this aspect of her relationship with 
Al because more than anything she wanted to be sure that she married a man 
as ready to take care of her as had her sister Fran. Bored sometimes with 
Al's endless stories about his football deeds and his friends, she envied 
her sister who had Bill. Bill was such a purposeful man, he had such drive. 
And he certainly provided Fran with everything she could possibly ever wish. 

Still, Al was a wonderful boyfriend and Liz imagined that someday before not 
too long she might marry him and have everything with him that her sister 
must enjoy with Bill. It might work out perfectly with Al, but only if she 
was able to keep her virginity until they were married. 

Once last summer when he had wiggled down into her sleeping bag in the 
middle of the night, it had been very difficult to hold herself back. Both 
camps had gone out on a joint overnight hike and after the campfire 
ceremonies, she and Al had slipped well outside of the ring of light to go 
to sleep under the stars near one another. Head to head each in their own 
sleeping bag, they had kissed and he had fondled her breasts gently as he 
loved to do. It had seemed like only an instant after she had finally 
dropped off to sleep, her body tingling from Al's caresses and warm in the 
thick downy cocoon of her bag, that she became drowsily aware that Al was 
forcing his way down into her bag with her. He had come to her from his own 
sleeping bag wearing nothing but his jockey-shorts. Before she was fully 
awake he was wedged down into her bag, and they lay forced tightly against 
one another kissing passionately. She had made no move at all to stop him as 
he opened the clasp on her bra, wanting to believe in her sleepiness that 
just going this far was all right. 

Then had come the tender, tingling sensations of his fingers tracing over 
the hot, naked flesh of her budding young breasts, but now he was right 
there, not reaching from the distance of his own sleeping bag as before. No, 
undeniably he was there with her now hard against her almost-willing body, 
as they were forced together by the confines of her tightly restricting 
sleeping bag. His pinching of her slowly hardening nipples caused her to 
moan and gasp, so that she had not caught his other hand as it taunted 
teasingly at her flat, smooth tummy, moving always downward over those 
sensitive areas to the inside of her quivering young thighs. Then smoothly 
and unhesitatingly it snaked straight under the elastic waist band of her 
thin nylon panties to the moistly pulsating lips of her virginal young 
vagina. A dryness crept into Liz's throat as she remembered how close they 
had come. She had nearly lost her head entirely as he tenderly massaged her 
budding clitoris and then had teased his middle finger slowly into the 
seething little passage up between her legs. Al's tongue had mingled with 
hers enjoying the wet combined salivas as they ground hard together, her 
inexperienced flesh responding as it never had before. An electricity was 
building between them. They felt so alone, and it seemed so natural 
underneath the stars. 

Liz had found herself sucking wildly on Al's tongue as though she wanted to 
devour him. A low moan came from her long delicate throat as she felt his 
fingers working its way deeper into her tiny quivering pussy. Slowly her own 
hands went down along the hardness of his chest. 

hesitantly at first along its smooth muscular surface. Then her trembling 
fingers had edged along faster, pausing at the flatness of his hips. Slowly 
they moved forward and she was grasping the rigidly throbbing flesh of his 
penis. Al had tried to force even closer against her nearly-willing body but 
she had resisted that final act, and they lay there with their hands 
hungrily exploring each other's excited sexuality. 

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of his hand's soft but eager 
attention to the wetly trembling walls of her hotly aroused vagina, she had 
brought her own hands up to his shoulders to force him away. Something had 
snapped within her brain and she made the big effort, stopping him on the 
edge of what they both wanted so badly. 

As they lay there shaking, naturally they had argued, in whispers so as not 
to wake the others camped nearby. He had pleaded with her, but she had been 
firm, In the end he had slipped quietly back to his own sleeping place 
leaving her alone with only the exciting wetness between her legs to remind 
her of how close to the edge they had strayed. 

Yes, Liz realized that during these two weeks with Al in Florida that she 
would have to be very careful. But that problem was still hours from 
beginning. Right now she had the first flight of her life to enjoy. 

CHAPTER TWO 

As the jet climbed steeply to cruising altitude, the Cleveland lakeshore 
landscape slipped rapidly behind. Within a few minutes they could look out 
and see that the snow on the ground below was beginning to show only in 
patches. Soon they would be landing in the hot sun of Miami. 

Liz leaned forward to the seat ahead and asked Bill, "Is Ft. Lauderdale 
really as nice as all my friends at school say it is?" 

Bill answered, "It's been years since I was there. Not since I used to go 
down when I was in college myself. But I hear it's grown considerably. 
Bustling place, that whole part of Florida." 

"And quite exclusive," chimed in Fran. "From what I've been reading about it 
in the travel folders, it seems that everybody who lives there has a yacht 
tied up in front of the house." 

"Oh good," said Liz from behind, "I'm going to enjoy a little tropical 
luxury. But do you think Al will still love me with all those gorgeous Miami 
co-eds around?" 

"He'd be a damn fool not to," said Bill grinning. 

"Here comes the drink wagon," interrupted Fran. 

"Fine. What'll it be for everybody?" asked Bill. "Why not all have rum and 
coke. To get in the mood. When you're in Florida you have to drink rum," he 
added. 

Both sisters agreed. 

"Three rum and cokes," said Bill to the tall attractive stewardess. 

Bill felt good sitting there with two such incredibly attractive looking 
women in front of the stewardess who was rapidly pouring out their drinks. 

"Here you are, Sir," she said. "This used to be just a breakfast flight but 
then we found that most of our passengers seem to be heading for vacations 
in the sun, so not long ago, our line began offering drinks. We'll be 
serving you a snack a bit later." 

"Don't usually start so early in the day myself of course," Bill answered. 
"But then it isn't every day that a man can take off for Florida with two 
gorgeous girls like this, is it?" 

"No it isn't, Sir," answered the stewardess, smiling knowingly as she moved 
down the aisle. 

AU three of them were eager to throw themselves into the mood of their 
holiday and so their drinks were finished by the time another stewardess 
passed and gave them each napkins and a small tray of canapes. 

After finishing their snack and having a second drink apiece, like most of 
the other passengers, they each adjusted their seats to a reclining position 
to take a nap. 

Fran remained awake for awhile, musing out the window at the still winter 
landscape far below and enjoying the appearing man in a pin-striped suit who 
looked like some sort of diplomat, almost hesitated, so hard did he stare at 
her, as he walked by. 

A slight smile crossed his handsome face as she recrossed her legs under his 
gaze. Feeling a bit dizzy from her two drinks, Fran found herself smiling 
back at him over her husband's sleeping form. Afterwards she allowed herself 
the pleasure of feeling guilty about her slight eye flirtation with a 
strange man. 

Soon she tired of looking out the window. Now she could see nothing but 
clouds below, and so she closed her eyes and, before she knew it, was asleep 
to the floating image of the man who had smiled so knowingly at her. Just 
before she dropped off, she thought how good it was of her husband to have 
booked first class, on the flight because first class, she imagined, was the 
place where it was possible to encounter interesting people like the man 
whose confident smile she could not erase from her mind. He just had to be a 
diplomat, or someone very important. 

Much later, Fran woke restlessly. Bill still slept. She could see that Liz 
apparently dead tired from the excitement of her first flight, was also 
asleep, as indeed seemed to be most of the other passengers. Fran glanced 
out her window and was surprised to see that now they were flying over 
water. It looked blue and distant and she wondered why there was not even 
the Florida coastline below them. Perplexed, she woke Bill by jerking 
lightly at his sleeve. 

He came awake groggily, with visions of what Fran's sister, Liz, was going 
to look like in a bikini on the beach at Lauderdale fading in the face of 
his wife's concern. 

"Bill, where do you think we are? We seem to be flying over water," she 
said. 

"What? What time is it? Let's see," Bill answered confused, glancing at his 
watch. "Hey, we were supposed to have landed in Miami half an hour ago." 

"Are you sure dear?" Fran asked quietly, feeling the first tingling of 
apprehension. 

"Yes, dammit. I checked the schedule again just before we boarded," Bill 
replied. "I think I'm going to go and find out what's happening. Be right 
back, honey." 

Bill rose from his seat and started up the aisle to the service compartment 
just before the door to the cockpit Fran looked back out the window and 
still could see nothing but blue ocean beneath. She thought she could make 
out some sort of small boat down there off in the haze but wasn't sure. She 
glanced behind her and saw that her sister was still sleeping as peacefully 
as a child. And she is just a child, thought Fran. A strand of Liz's silky 
blonde hair had been drawn to her sleeping mouth and her eye makeup was 
smudged. Fran wondered what sort of relationship her little sister had with 
her boyfriend who they would soon be seeing standing at the gate waving to 
them on arrival. 

She turned back to face the front and saw her husband coming back toward 
their seat. Another man, who looked Latin, was following close behind him, 
and Bill looked frightened. The other man, swarthy, tall and handsome, with 
dark hair and eyes, seemed to have his hand around something in the 
sidepocket of his sports jacket. Now they were in the aisle directly beside 
her. 

"Sit down and please don't move around any more. I mean exactly what I say," 
said the strange man authoritatively. 

Fran bursting with curiosity to ask Bill who in the world this person was 
and why he was ordering him around. After all, they had paid for first class 
tickets, yet here was this stranger?not even a crew member?ordering Bill 
around as though he were the pilot or something. 

"OK. Ok. I won't get up," Bill said hurriedly to the man above him. 

"What's happening?" Fran asked. 

The darkly handsome man still standing beside them glanced down at her and 
his eyes riveted on her face. The intensity of his look almost threw her 
back deep against the seat. She had rarely felt such a power in anyone's 
gaze and this man was staring directly at her. What was happening to her? 
She felt a sense of confusion welling over her previous feeling of well 
being. Just moments before she had returned the frankly speculative smile of 
the distinguished looking gentleman who had hesitated in the aisle beside 
her while Bill was still asleep, and now this violent?almost sexual?reaction 
to this man standing over them now. 

Bill sat rigidly in his seat as the stranger started to move away, his hand 
still bulging in his jacket pocket. 

"What's happening?" Fran implored once more. 

The swarthy-complexioned man turned and said, "This plane is being flown to 
another destination. You will not be arriving in Miami quite as soon as you 
planned. We hope the change in flight plans will cause you no great 
inconvenience. Please, just keep quiet and cooperate with us, and you have 
nothing to fear. You are in good hands." 

The man's eyes burned into hers once more as he glanced quickly down the 
length of her body, pressed, frightened down in her seat. Then he turned 
again and walked back toward the front of the plane. 

"That's a pistol that guy has in his pocket," whispered Bill, his voice 
nervous. "We've been hijacked!" 

Fran sat back nervously. She was frightened, but a part of her secretly 
thrilled at the prospect of being flown to an unknown destination. Just 
hours ago she had been preparing early morning coffee in the familiar 
kitchen of their suburban home back in Ohio, and now this was happening to 
her. She shuddered at the thought of what else the man with the piercing 
eyes might have in store for them, realizing that things were beginning to 
happen to her that she had never before imagined possible. And most 
confusing to her was that she was feeling things when these men had stared 
at her that she knew she should not allow herself, a happily married woman, 
to feel. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Fran and Bill did not talk as the plane flew on over the open water below. 
There was nothing to say. In the seat behind, Liz slept on still unaware of 
what was happening to them. They felt it best not to wake her. For, after 
all, what good would it do? Like the few other passengers who were now aware 
that the plane would land in some place other than Miami, they sat rigid in 
their seats and waited. The subtle, but obvious now, presence of the 
hijackers, led by the man who had stood and looked so long and hungrily at 
Fran, enforced a heavy silence on everyone in the first class section as 
they sat waiting tensely in their seats. 

As she felt the plane begin to lose latitude, Fran peered out her window 
once again. Still nothing but blue water beneath. Soon the no smoking signs 
went on and the pilot's voice was heard over the loud speaker. 

"Please fasten your safety belts and prepare for landing," they heard him 
say. "We do not expect any problems, but it may be a bit rough. Please 
remain seated until told to do otherwise." 

Fran and Bill looked at each other in fearful anticipation. Fran turned and 
saw that Liz had been awakened by the pilot's voice. 

"Some men have taken over the plane. We're not landing in Miami. But don't 
worry, they seem very polite and Bill thinks everything will be all right as 
long as we all cooperate," Fran whispered over the back of her seat to her 
startled younger sister. 

"Did I hear what I think I just heard you say, Fran?" asked Liz leaning 
forward. 

"That's right, Liz. They even have pistols," added Fran. 

"But Al's waiting for us at the airport in Miami... " murmured Liz, 
frightened now. 

"Well, he'll have to wait longer, because we're landing somewhere else," 
answered her sister. "But let's not worry until we find out what they want 
to do with us." 

Fran looked out her window again and saw waves breaking onto a rocky coast 
with what looked like a flat green jungle behind. Soon she could see what 
appeared to be an airstrip below. It seemed to be a long slash of red dirt 
with the green growing close on both sides. She noticed that between the 
landing strip and the water there was a hill with what appeared to be a 
large building on it. Then the plane banked and she could see nothing but 
blue water below again. 

The landing seemed routine, although it was slightly bumpy as the pilot had 
warned that it might be. The plane stopped at the end of the runway and cut 
its engines. For a minute there was frightened silence, but almost 
immediately the man who had led Bill back to his seat opened the door from 
the cockpit and appeared once more at the front of the aisle. 

"My name is Ramon, just Ramon," the man said firmly. "Please obey me and you 
will not be unduly troubled. Now please leave the plane as the stewardesses 
direct you. Bring along what you have in the cabin here with you, and once 
outside just follow my men. No talking and no questions please. Everything 
will be explained to you in a few minutes. But remember to follow the 
instructions I just gave you exactly. We are all armed and we mean 
business." 

A murmur of surprise and dismay swept the length of the plane, but everyone 
immediately began to get up and make their way to the exits where the 
stewardesses were already waiting. Fran watched the Cuban who had called 
himself Ramon, fascinated, as he turned and disappeared first from the 
plane. 

Bill helped his wife and sister-in-law down the shaky wooden steps that had 
been pushed up against the aircraft, and once on the ground they could see 
nothing but the dirt runway surrounded by green vines and banana trees. The 
passengers ahead of them were already disappearing into the lush greenery 
onto a narrow trail that seemed to lead off to nowhere. There was no 
alternative but to follow. They noticed three or four of Ramon's men 
standing menacingly near the entrance to the trail. 

"Oh Bill, where are they taking us?" Fran whispered in a low frightened 
voice. 

"I don't know, honey. But it doesn't look as though we have much choice but 
to do what they tell us," answered her worried husband. 

Liz followed her sister and brother-in-law, stunned at what was happening to 
her. Al was back there in Miami waiting for her! How she wished that he was 
here with her now. 

As they approached the path that led off into the banana plantation, Fran 
glanced behind once more. She saw that one of the other passengers, the man 
who looked like a diplomat, was being hurried away separately by a heavy-set 
bullet-headed guard with a large German shepherd on a leash. 

"What are they going to do with him," she wondered half outloud. She 
strangely hoped that they would not harm him. 

They soon saw that the path they all were following led directly up the 
hill, and within minutes they found themselves in a beautiful tropical 
garden dominated by the large building that Fran had noticed from the air. 
The building appeared to be a slightly dilapidated, but luxurious, old 
resort hotel. Near the middle of the garden they noticed a large swimming 
pool, filled and clean. It looked extremely refreshing to Fran after the 
eventful flight and the strong sun beating down on her felt wonderful, in 
spite of their precarious flight. 

In the garden behind the pool they could see attractive-looking cabanas 
spread at random through the lush flowers and tropical trees. Ahead was the 
main entrance to the hotel. They followed the other passengers into the wide 
front door and found themselves standing in a large open lobby. The hotel 
looked completely empty except for the group of passengers who waited 
fearfully with Ramon's men facing them in the middle of the lobby. 

The hi-jack leader, himself, was already there. Fran saw his eyes fix on her 
as soon as she entered. She did not like the hungry way that he stared at 
her, nor did she care for her own almost sensual reaction to his gaze... 
afterall, she was a married woman. As soon as all the passengers and crew 
were assembled in the lobby, the hi-jack leader came forward, staring at 
them sternly, and spoke in careful English. 

"We are sorry to have inconvenienced you," he began, looking more arrogant 
than sorry, "but it was necessary for us to do so because of one passenger 
who is no longer among you?you will be assigned rooms and eat as guests in 
our dining room. Nothing unpleasant will happen to the rest of you; we will 
try to make you as comfortable as possible under the circumstances, and we 
hope you will make the best of the situation. But I must warn you that you 
must not leave the grounds of the hotel for any reason! We hope you will 
cooperate with us and enjoy your stay." He smiled thinly and added, "My 
name, for those of you who were asleep when I made the announcement, is 
Ramon, this is my Lieutenant, Hans." He gestured toward the heavyset man 
holding the German Shepherd, standing at attention behind him. 

Throughout his short speech, Fran felt that the hi-jack leader had been 
talking directly to her. She had not been able to ignore the way his eyes 
bored into her everytime she lifted hers. She hoped that Bill had not 
noticed. 

Fran was uncomfortable at what was happening to her. That morning she had 
been firm and secure, making coffee in the modern kitchen of their 
comfortable home far away in Cleveland, Ohio. Now she was standing here in 
this strange place so very far away from all that she was accustomed to. And 
this handsome man was staring at her more hungrily than she could remember 
any man ever looking at her before in her life. 

She grasped Bill's arm hard, wishing that right now they were being whisked 
away in her sister's boyfriend's car to their hotel in Ft. Lauderdale 
instead of being here, at the mercy of these awful men. 

When Ramon finished, he directed everybody to the hotel desk to be assigned 
their rooms. Fran and Bill found that they were to be given one of the 
cabanas outside just beyond the pool, and that Liz would be occupying a 
single room adjoining. They took their keys and walked there through the 
quiet fragrance of the garden. 

Bill opened the hand-carved wooden door gingerly and they could see 
immediately that at least they were going to be very comfortable. It looked 
as good as any hotel room in which Fran had ever stayed. Their luggage had 
even been brought there from the plane, for Fran could see their bags 
resting on carved stands waiting for them at the foot of the immense double 
bed. The air conditioner had even been turned up, and Fran found it 
pleasantly cool as she moved to Bill to give him a lingering kiss. 

"Bill, darling. This is all like a dream," she said, somewhat in awe. 

"More like a nightmare to me," he replied. "But then we certainly can't 
complain about the accommodations, can we?" 

He kissed her back hard and passionately before pulling back. 

"I'd better check next door to see if Liz is okay," he said. 

"While you're gone, I'm going to freshen up in the shower and get out of 
this winter dress," Fran said. 

"I'd like to freshen you up myself, honey," he countered. "Don't run away, 
I'll be right back." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Fran already felt refreshed when she heard Bill returning. She was drying 
herself briskly with one of the giant towels she had found waiting for her 
on a glass shelf just outside the shower. The water had felt wonderful on 
her nervous, tired body and she tingled now from the rubbing she was giving 
herself. The fact that their plane had been hijacked and that they were here 
as prisoners in this strange place was on her mind, but she felt too tired, 
and too good after the shower, to worry. 

Besides, they were here together, she and Bill. In spite of the fact that 
they were not actually in Ft. Lauderdale as they had planned, they were here 
in the sun and Bill, her adoring husband Bill, was coming to her. Away 
together without the pressure of his insurance office, perhaps they would be 
able to find each other as they never had before. Fran wanted to try. She 
knew she was a beautiful woman. She sensed too that she could be a perfect 
wife in all ways to her husband if he would only allow them the time they 
needed to seal the sexual part of their life together. 

"Everything all right, Fran?" Bill called through the closed bathroom door. 

"I'll be right out, darling," Fran answered happily. 

She liked the feel of the soft giant towel around her and, glancing at 
herself in the full-length mirror, decided also that she liked the way its 
deep green color showed off the radiance of her hair and skin. She felt the 
nipples on her full, firmly rounded breasts harden involuntarily and quickly 
wrapped the towel around herself just above them before opening the bathroom 
door to greet her husband. 

"Honey, you look real happy," Bill said, walking quickly toward her, 
stripping his shirt as he came. 

"I am. I'm very happy. We may not be where we planned, but we're still on 
vacation," murmured Fran as her husband looked with obvious anticipation 
along the length of her smoothly curved young body. 

For the moment he had forgotten too that they were the prisoners of Ramon 
and his men here in the isolated splendor of the hotel and its garden. After 
leaving his wife as she was on her way to the shower, he had knocked gently 
at Liz's room next door. Getting no response, he had tried the door and 
found it open. He had entered quietly to see Liz's lithe form just emerging 
from her bathroom. She was completely naked from her ripely fleshed tits to 
her pouting, little, golden-haired cunt. Not as quickly as she might have, 
she retreated to reappear in a light cotton robe. But the sight of her 
nakedness excited Bill and he had found it difficult to conceal his erection 
from her as she came back in her robe to sit on her bed while they talked. 
His eyes had followed the long, tapered gracefulness of her young legs as 
she crossed them primly while smiling up at him. 

And now, right after that, in his own room just next door to Liz's, here was 
her slightly older sister, his wife, looking as eager as he could ever 
remember her looking since their honeymoon two years before. Perhaps she was 
right, perhaps this time away from the office was what both of them needed. 
And even though they were not signed into the Marina Hotel in Ft. Lauderdale 
at which he had arranged first class accommodations, they still were, as 
Fran said, on vacation. 

"I'm glad you like me this way, darling," Fran breathed. The soft whirring 
of the air-conditioner was the only sound in the room now. 

Bill did not answer but reached rapidly for his wife, pulling the towel from 
her still slightly damp nakedness. He kissed her roughly as he guided her 
back firmly toward the side bed. 

"Be gentle, Bill. Please be gentle." her voice sounded small to her as she 
lay back and watched her husband stripping off the rest of his clothes 
hurriedly and moving to tower over her with his desire-hardened penis 
standing out in naked erection in front of him. Fran's eyes riveted on it as 
she smokily watched the excited throbbing of the blood-filled head. 

"Oh, darling," she moaned passionately, wrapping her arms tightly around his 
neck as he moved over her, pressing her thighs wide apart with his knees as 
he did so. 

"Darling, you feel so wonderful lying between my legs like this," Fran 
whispered into his ear, grinding the smoothness of her naked belly up 
against him. 

Bill pushed his hands down beneath her hips, cupping the fullness of her 
firmly rounded buttocks in the palms of his hands and pulling the soft, 
hair-covered triangle of her loins tight up against his rigid cock. He could 
feel the heated dampness already beginning to seep from the slightly 
quivering lips of her vagina as his hardened cock pressed into the tiny open 
slit. The pressure of his sperm building in his balls was almost unbearable. 

"Slowly, darling," Fran pleaded. 

But the red bulbous tip of his prick stood ready at the entrance of her 
vaginal lips and in abrupt, unexpected abandon he flicked his hips forward 
with a sudden, almost cruel, thrust that drove his lust-hardened rod of 
flesh spearing into the tight, hair-fringed mouth of her soft, vulnerably 
open pussy. 

Bill began fucking hard into her willing, but still fearfully contracting 
cunt, forcing his lust-thickened cock deeper still into the softness of his 
wife's belly and at the same time pulling her buttocks up higher into his 
driving hips. His balls slapped noisily up against their smooth, upturned 
cheeks as the blunt cudgel of his prick ground mercilessly into her. 

Fran strained under him, trying to arch her loins even higher toward him, 
her vagina beginning only now to seep wetness around the cruelly piercing 
hardness sunk deep up into the tightness of her belly. She tried to drive 
herself toward a frenzy of sexual excitement using every straining muscle in 
her tortured body to meet the rapid demands of her husband's huge cock as it 
fucked methodically in and out of her wide stretched cunt. 

Fran moaned in an unending series of sounds under her husband's unbridled 
assault, and an exquisite pleasure was growing warmly in the quivering 
sheath of her vagina which slid smoothly now back and forth over his 
rhythmically thrusting penis. The fleshy slapping sound he made each time he 
slammed her body down into the broad mattress echoed flatly throughout the 
room. He surged forward like a bulldozer moving soft earth out of its path, 
harder and harder until they were both wildly fucking against each other, 
smacking belly against belly. 

Pleasure seeped strongly all the way to Fran's raw nerve-ends. It began to 
ripple crazily through her pussy and up out of her fleece-lined vaginal 
lips, dancing like fire across her wildly trembling thighs and up the full 
length of her wide-splayed legs, circling around inside her toes and making 
them curl tightly against the balls of her feet. It worked its way up from 
her excitedly rippling stomach through her rib cage and out the tips of her 
rigid little nipples, sensitive now even to the air of the strange, cool 
room around them. 

Bill fucked into her like a madman, and even through her growing abandon 
Fran could feel that, as usual, he was on the verge of cumming in her just 
as she was growing to greater excitement there under him still far from 
satisfied herself. 

"Darling, don't cum yet. I need you longer," she pleaded. 

Her husband plunged on, seemingly heedless of her desperate pleas. Even 
through the delicious cloud of his heatedly throbbing presence deep inside 
her, she realized that unless she did something, this passionate beginning 
should soon end in the same way it always ended back in Cleveland. So she 
abruptly forced herself to lie quiet and be still in the face of her 
husband's rampaging penetration of her. He stopped. 

"Fran, baby, what's wrong?" Bill grunted, breathing hard as he now braced 
himself above her. 

"Darling, it's me here with you. Wait for me, Bill. Please wait for me to 
finish too," Fran implored. 

Abruptly Bill withdrew his throbbing penis, pulling thin soft ridges of her 
pink vaginal flesh out with it. Its surging head was wet and glistening with 
the juices of her arousal. Then he fell back to the far side of the bed, 
covering his eyes with one upraised arm. Fran could see his erection 
softening, as he lay there silently. 

His mind was in confusion at his wife's new, more intense demands on him, 
and at the fact that while they were apparently on the tropical holiday they 
had looked forward to for so long, they were actually the prisoners of that 
Cuban, Ramon, and his men. But most of all he was confused at himself for 
his instant response to the sight of her tantalizingly young sister's lushly 
naked body before him in her room next door just a few minutes earlier. 
Remembering Liz now vividly, his penis sprang out into full erection again, 
and he turned once more to his waiting wife. 

"Oh God," Fran gasped as he crawled up between her open thighs and his hands 
slipped under the firmly rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them and 
straining his cock forward to teasingly part the softly curling strands of 
her sparse blonde pubic hair and renew his assault. Again his heatedly 
pulsating penis began worming its way deeply into the warm, wet walls of her 
unresisting vagina. Then, with all the strength of his hips and thighs, he 
thrust powerfully forward. 

Fran moaned incoherently and wrapped her smoothly tapered legs up around his 
hips as he thrust deep into her again. Triumphantly he began his heavy 
rhythm, bucking deeper into her now than before. She eagerly pulled her legs 
lower and hooked her heels behind his knees and, with a low animal-like 
groan, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his mouth tightly down to 
mash wetly against hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into her lips 
with soft, sensuously wanton mewling sounds. 

With each jerk, the huge, blood-engorged head of Bill's penis seemed to 
burrow deeper into her. She felt as though her body was being torn down the 
middle and that she would be ripped in half from this giant, desire-hardened 
cock imbedded so far up into her eagerly welcoming belly. Bill's wildly 
plunging length felt as though it was coming out her throat as its fiery 
blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix. It felt alive inside her! 
The thin, heavily-ridged folds of flesh along its trunk, the tickling hairs 
of his balls slapping down in the naked crevice of her upturned buttocks 
were part of her. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling 
hungrily at the blood inflated head of her husband's burgeoning cock. The 
dilated little cuntal lips between the thin, hair-lined vaginal split pulled 
tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down his cock for several inches and 
then nibbling hotly back up again, tangling his moistened pubic hair against 
her own softly curling strands. 

Fran strained her nakedly perspiring body up against him, a half-crazed 
ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Her motions became faster by the 
second, the tempo of her own thrusts up against his relentless efforts 
becoming more urgent. Through her passion, Fran tasted the saltiness of her 
own blood as she bit hard into her lower lip, intensely concentrating on 
making the sexual act everything that she knew it could be with her husband. 

Bill knew she was straining to cum. He felt the juices of her milking vagina 
begin to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out 
movement as she ground her heated cunt even harder against him, arching her 
back far off the now rumpled bed. She bucked against him wildly. 

"Oh God, yes, yes. I think I'm cumming darling, I think I'm cumming," Fran 
groaned as her body began trembling uncontrollably. 

The young wife's head flailed from side to side, wildly, her mouth open in 
abandon. Once more, she swung her thighs up, even higher this time, and 
clasped Bill's hips with the back of her calves, winding her shapely 
tapering legs all the way up and around his hard-driving body. Her ankles 
were locked tightly together high on his back as she spiraled her ravenously 
hungry pussy up the full length of his slippery, throbbing shaft. 

Her body fucked back insanely against her husband's own wild fucking 
motions. She knew she was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Tiny 
relentless devils danced deep in her belly, probing the hot, tingling walls 
of her cunt with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks. Sweat was 
pouring from her body as she strove wildly for the end?so close this time. 

Bill's lust-maddened cock, pistoning in a mercilessly hard pounding motion 
in and out of the slippery flesh of his blonde young wife's now frantically 
clinging pussy, was throbbing as though it had a life of its own. He was 
beyond thought, beyond worry, beyond reason as his lips curled back from his 
teeth. He could feel every fleshy ridge of her hot, fiery cunt wrapped 
tightly around his driving cock. The pressure was intense. They bucked 
wildly, ricocheting off each other's bodies like straining machines in 
collision. Their sweat-matted pubic hairs slammed and tangled teasingly 
together as Bill fucked her beneath him in total, mindless abandon. 

Fran pitched herself at her husband's sweat-drenched body almost as though 
to hurl him off her from the bed. The cords of her neck suddenly tightened 
in an unmistakable sign. 

"I know I'm cumming, darling! Harder?fuck me harder! Oh God, don't stop!" 
she wailed. With intensified vigor, Bill continued his rearing attack on her 
twisting body below. The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped 
desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. 

Then, abruptly as ever, it happened. 

Bill's face came rushing at hers like a spent demon's. His mouth clamped 
tightly down on hers and he began a low, long groan that rose to a whining 
shout as he spewed his hotly squirting sperm deep up into Fran's wildly 
contracting belly which was still pitching in a ravenous hunger of its own 
below him. 

Fran could feel her husband's cum flood into her in great gushing torrents. 
His penis was jerking smaller with each white hot spurt yet she was still an 
instant away. 

"Wait, wait, please wait for me," she groaned in helpless desperation. 

Bill grunted something in reply that she did not understand. 

Frantically Fran squeezed her buttocks up against a wilting penis that 
within the instant of his groaning spasms seemingly had lost its mastery 
over her passion-aroused emotions. But it was useless. As she pounded her 
heels against the back of her husband's now relaxed legs, he rolled from 
between her still hungrily trembling thighs with an empty sigh and again lay 
beside her with his arm covering his eyes. 

It could have been minutes that Fran lay there as though alone, it could 
have been seconds. Then, with an expression of near-anger on her tortured 
face, she spread her legs wide apart and grasped herself, wildly fingering 
at the soft, unfulfilled walls of the still greedily pulsating slit between 
her thighs. She fingerfucked into her sperm-drenched pubic hair greedily, 
eagerly trying to reach again the feeling that Bill's now limply useless 
cock had aroused in her before. 

Her mind was a blank with only flashes of her own inability to release what 
her husband had come so close to detonating up in her open vagina. She did 
it, feeling her anger growing with the knowledge that Bill wouldn't even 
help her with this. 

And then her struggling attempts were interrupted by a knock on the door, 
Fran froze. 

Bill rolled to one elbow and muttered, "That must be Liz." 

Collecting his pants on the way, he stumbled clumsily off the bed. 

Fran found herself reaching down to draw the top sheet up to cover her still 
hungrily quivering body as Bill made his way tiredly to the door. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The sun felt glorious and partially calmed Fran's still nervous body as she 
lay on her stomach alongside her husband, who was between the two sisters. 
All of them were stretched comfortably on fresh beach mats that they had 
found in their rooms. Fran stared into the bright blue depths of the pool 
whose edge lay just beyond her chin as the other passengers and some of the 
crew frolicked and lounged in the sun around her. 

The young wife had forgotten how good the sun could feel after endless 
months of gray winter at home in Cleveland. There was nothing, nothing at 
all she felt, that could go too terribly wrong as long as they could just 
lie in sun like this. Even their sexual problems could be ironed out. 

Thinking back on what had happened to Bill and her in the bedroom just 
before Liz had knocked on their door looking for someone to join her at the 
pool, Fran rationalized that her husband's inadequate performance had been 
just nervousness. And for that matter, she had been overwrought herself! It 
certainly wasn't every day in her life that she and Bill boarded a plane for 
their first vacation since the honeymoon. And it surely wasn't every day 
that they found themselves hi-jacked and prisoners in a strange but 
beautiful setting such as the one she surveyed now. 

The garden around them was magnificent. She had never seen anything like it 
in her life. She could not have begun to name the dozens of varieties of 
large, incredibly colorful tropical flowers that seemed to be everywhere. 
Their scents mingled pleasantly with the warm salty smell of her own 
sun-drenched body stretched long and lazily in her scant bikini. 

She had bought this brief bright-patterned bikini almost a whole year ago, 
but had never had the chance to wear it before now because Bill said that it 
was simply too much to be seen in around the country club pool at home. And 
she had another new one cut just like it in her luggage, in even brighter 
colors. 

From where she lay she could see up the wide steps of the hotel and right 
into the lobby. Squinting to see further into the cool shadows inside, she 
wondered if Ramon, their captor, was standing there somewhere inside 
watching them; "watching me", she mentally said, feeling guilty. If he had 
stared at her so hard when she was in her traveling clothes, she tried to 
imagine what his look would be like if he were to see her now, her 
curvaceous young body in her almost naked skimpy new bikini. 

The young wife reached back to her shoulders and pushed the thin straps down 
her arms; she felt the bra of the suit drop gently an inch or two so that 
her nipples were almost bared to the beach mat. The sun warmed her back all 
the way down to her spine; it beat through the flimsy material of her swim 
suit panties, and she could feel the sun's direct rays reaching far up the 
half-nakedness of her buttocks. Sensing someone's eyes on her, Fran lifted 
her head slightly and the motion caused her bra top to gape open, revealing 
the little brown aureoles of her ripely dangling breasts. 

High in his executive suite, Ramon gasped with pleasure as he saw the soft 
fleshiness of the young American wife's tits. They were even better than he 
had suspected. He continued to study her with high-powered binoculars until 
she turned over to speak to her husband beside her. Reluctantly, the hi-jack 
leader took the binoculars from his eyes, placed them carefully on the table 
beside him, and returned to his desk where he began once more to run down 
the passenger list one of his men had secured from the cockpit of the 
diverted airliner. 

Back down by the pool, Fran was beginning to feel a certain resentment at 
being left out of the conversation between Liz and Bill. The two of them 
acted as if they were the husband and wife, and she was just the sister. 
Finally she rudely cut into the conversation, "Bill?" 

"Yes, honey, what is it?" he replied somewhat vexed, and not turning his 
head to face his questioning wife. 

"How long do you think they'll keep us here?" she asked. 

"Fran, I don't know any more than you do," he answered. 

"Al's just going to be worried sick," commented Liz languidly, yawning like 
a contented well-fed kitten. 

"Don't worry," Bill said, patting the girl's shoulder, "they'll tell him at 
Miami International what happened. After all, planes are hijacked all the 
time, and nothing serious ever goes wrong." 

Fran butted in, "If you really believe that, darling, why have you been so 
jumpy ever since Ramon brought you back to your seat in the plane?" 

"Well, it's no laughing matter, that's for sure," he replied. "Besides, I 
have two beautiful women as my responsibility. I'm sure we'll be safe in 
Miami very soon, but as long as we're still here and we don't have the 
slightest idea when they'll let us go?or even what they really want to do 
with us?then I'm going to be a little on the nervous side." 

"You know. Bill, I'm so glad that this didn't happen to me when I was 
traveling alone," Liz said. "I feel so much more secure with you here." 

"Don't get the idea that you have a monopoly on that, little sister," said 
Fran tartly. 

"Oh, Fran, of course I meant that I'm glad that since this had to happen 
it's lucky for me that we're all three here together. I'd be petrified if 
I'd been on a plane that was hijacked all alone," countered Liz, her hip 
cocked up provocatively now. With some satisfaction, the younger sister 
watched Bill studying her almost naked body with interest; his gaze was warm 
and bold, the boldness coming from the knowledge that his wife, lying behind 
him, couldn't see his eyes. 

Liz's bikini was even briefer than Fran's, because her girl-like, still 
budding ripeness made the swim suit appear to ride even lower across the 
flaring buttocks and her upthrust little breasts seemed to be even more 
exposed than the softly mature fleshiness of her sister. 

Bill noted all of these things as he studied the young girl, and as she 
provocatively met his gaze, he suddenly felt his penis stirring within the 
confines of his own tight swim suit. Quickly he turned his head and began 
inspecting his own wife's equally voluptuous body. His erection did not 
subside. He tried to sort out which alluring image lying in the flesh was 
the most exciting, and truly was at a loss to decide whether he was most 
interested in his wife or her younger sister. But after the puzzling events 
between Fran and him in the bedroom a half an hour before, Bill had to 
conclude that the fresher and unknown charm of the virginal Liz, lying with 
one hand resting lightly on her nearly completely naked hip, was what was 
prompting the swelling of his previously tired penis pressed underneath him 
on the mat. 

"Well, whatever happens to us," Bill spoke, continuing his former train of 
thought, "these guys are treating us first class at the moment. This is 
almost like the Garden of Eden." 

"I can't help wondering," Fran commented thoughtfully, "if there isn't a 
snake somewhere in our beautiful garden." 

Bill laughed self-consciously, half imagining that his wife's quip might 
have been at least partially a reference to what had happened to them 
together such a short time before. 

Liz picked up gaily, "But it is a beautiful garden, isn't it, Bill. Just 
look at all those high trees. And the flowers, I've never seen such 
flowers." 

"No, you won't see anything like this back in Cleveland," he answered, 
laughing at her exuberance. 

The young girl sighed dramatically, "If only Al had been along on the 
flight, I wouldn't care myself if we didn't leave until I have to get back 
to college for final exams." 

Fran, temporarily gave up trying to compete with her younger sister, and 
with a toss of her long silken hair she rose to her feet. She looked down 
briefly on Bill and Liz still prone on their mats below her and said, "I 
don't know about you two, but I'm going to make some use of this big 
swimming pool." 

"I'll be in with you in a minute," Bill replied, squinting up at her. 

"Me, too," added Liz. "But first, I want to get a little more sun before I 
get wet." 

"See you later," Fran said, making a clean dive from the edge. Her graceful 
form barely splashed the water as her long legs disappeared into its bright 
blue depths. 

"You're good for my sister," said Liz, staring at Bill whose attention had 
momentarily wavered toward the pool and Fran's swimming figure clearing the 
water. 

He turned back now to stare across at her, a half-smile on his face at the 
compliment. "She's good for me, too. I'm lucky to have married her." 

"You know," Liz went on, "when she was a little girl, and I was even 
smaller, Fran always said that all she dreamed of was marrying a man just 
like you. She wanted a man who took care of her and was a success in his 
work. And she certainly got all that in you. I envy her." 

Bill reddened slightly at Liz's obvious admiration, and once again felt a 
pleasurable sensation tingle down around his balls as his penis began to 
swell even harder. Why did this younger but near carbon copy of his wife 
arouse him so easily, he wondered. Perplexed, and beginning to feel some 
discomfort from his rapidly growing erection, he turned his head away from 
the exciting view of Liz's long sleek hip and pouting pubic mound so 
enticingly outlined beneath her suit. 

The young girl understood all too well, and she flushed with obvious 
pleasure as she continued to look with unabashed interest at Bill's muscular 
back. 

Bill felt a jolt of hot excitement shoot through him when his young 
sister-in-Jaw, Liz, said softly, "Any man who gets next to me is going to 
have to be just like you." 

And then she turned herself and shut her eyes in the luxurious sensuality of 
the sun, knowing instinctively that she had just issued an invitation?her 
first ever! She was inviting her own older sister's husband to fuck her, to 
make her a woman! 

Liz barely heard his muffed answer to her compliment, "That goes for me too, 
baby, because I envy the hell out of any man who gets next to you." 

"I do envy her," the young girl repeated, her voice husky-dramatic. 

Bill heard and froze with increased excitement at the presence of this 
beautiful young girl so close to him, yet so untouchable. Jesus, she was 
just a kid! He shouldn't have these feelings about his sister-in-law. 
Knowing he was on tricky ground, the man didn't answer the girl's last 
comment, and as a result they both lay there without speaking, facing in 
opposite directions. 

Fran had felt an instant relief as her dive enveloped her in the warm depths 
of the pool. She let her own momentum carry her down deep close to its 
sloping bottom. Holding her breath tightly, she began to swim peacefully 
through its blue, lower silence. She liked to swim under water because there 
she felt so free. She swam almost the whole length of the pool, and then, 
pushing herself from the bottom with a powerful spring with her sensuously 
long legs, she surged toward the air in a flurry of silver bubbles. Near the 
surface, her entire body was jarred and she scraped against a hairy chest 
just below the water. Then she was standing erect, her head above the 
surface. "Oh! I'm so sorry," she blurted out, attempting to clear the water 
from her eyes. She instantly realized that an adjustment was necessary to 
the top of her suit, for the bra had nearly fallen from her firmly swelling 
breasts in the collision. Decent again after pulling it up, she looked up 
and recognized the person she had just hit as the distinguished looking 
gentleman who had first smiled at her on the plane, the man who Ramon's 
henchmen had whisked away separately after they had landed. 

"I'm sorry, that was clumsy of me," she repeated. 

"Don't apologize, my dear," the man said in a deep, English-accented, 
educated voice, "It isn't every day one has a beautiful mermaid surfacing in 
front of him!" He smiled deep into her eyes, "I must confess, though, that 
bumping into you is one accident I have been hoping would happen. I know we 
haven't been formally introduced, and I have been given strict instructions 
that I cannot reveal my full name or title... " He looked around to make 
sure no one was listening, then grinned?almost conspiratorially?and 
continued, "... but my name is Charles, that's all I can tell you. Just 
Charles. And yours?" 

"Fran. Fran Williams." She wondered why she had omitted the "Mrs." before 
her name. 

"And I suppose that other attractive girl who seems to be with you and your 
companion is your sister?" 

"Yes, that's Liz," the young wife answered almost shyly in the face of the 
man's impressive continental manner. 

"Well, Fran, I'm extremely happy to have had this chance to talk with you, 
especially since you're an extraordinarily beautiful woman," he said 
speaking in the mellow tones of someone who did not make such statements 
lightly. 

"Thank you," she laughed, half-embarrassed. "You know, though, I feel silly 
calling you Charles, I... I mean... you're obviously someone very 
important." 

"No, no one that important, my dear, so do call me Charles?please!" He 
lowered his voice. "But I really must apologize, because if I hadn't been on 
that plane, all of you would be in Miami now. Those men wanted only me." He 
shrugged ruefully. "And now they have not only me, but several dozen other 
people as well." The man looked distressed, concerned that he had caused so 
many good people so much trouble. 

"They... they aren't going to hurt you? Are they?" Fran blurted the question 
out, knowing her eyes had grown wide. 

The mysterious man smiled warmly down at her, "No. They only need 
information from me?and want me out of the way until an election is over. 
They shan't harm me, I shouldn't think. Nor will they harm any of you; they 
wouldn't dare." He stared off in the distance, momentarily lost in his own 
thoughts. 

With the sure instinct of a woman, Fran sensed that he was a very lonely 
man. She imagined that beyond his compliments to her as a woman, he was 
happy to have the chance to talk with someone. And for her, too, it was a 
relief from her own tensions just to be here in this comfortable pool 
talking to an important man who found her attractive. 

A sudden thought hit the voluptuous young wife, "Charles? If they hijacked 
us just to get you, why are you here at the pool with the rest of us? Is it 
safe for you?" She asked it quietly, already entering in the conspiratorial 
tone of his confidence in telling her the reason for their plight. 

"They have us all very well guarded," he replied. "There's absolutely 
nothing I nor any of the rest of you can do about getting away. They've told 
me that I'm free to do anything I wish, because there's no way that any of 
us can get outside the hotel grounds. I'm forbidden only to speak of certain 
matters." 

At this point another swimmer surfaced nearby and stopped to appraise Fran's 
body openly. Fran recognized this fat, leering man as Hans, the man Ramon 
had called his "lieutenant". 

Charles sensed her discomfort at being stared at and asked quietly, "If you 
have no objections, may I suggest that we continue our conversation in 
private with a little stroll through the garden?" 

"Yes, that would be nice," she answered quickly, relieved to get away from 
the looks the man named Hans was giving her. "I'll tell the others that I'll 
be right back. Then I'll meet you by the diving board, all right?" 

"Fine, I'll see you in a minute then." 

Fran turned, ignoring the insolent stares of the intruder, and swam 
gracefully back toward Bill and her sister who appeared to be completely 
absorbed in their own conversation with one another at the other end of the 
pool. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Fran sensed at once, as soon as she and Charles left the sunny area of the 
pool for the leafy depths of the surrounding garden, that he had more in 
mind than just speaking with her privately about their situation with the 
hijackers. It was obvious the diplomat was attracted to her, and wickedly, 
she liked the feeling. Walking along quietly next to him, she could feel the 
weight of his frankly speculative gaze upon her, and it was as excitedly 
unnerving as it had been the first time many hours before in the plane when 
he had hesitated in the aisle opposite her seat. What a terribly handsome 
and interesting man he was, she thought. So worldly, so different from Bill 
and their friends at home. 

Her mind was in a daze, and she really didn't feel like herself. So much had 
happened. Charles choosing her to confide in, and then the even more 
emphatic interest that Ramon, the leader of the hijackers, had shown towards 
her. But was she imagining all this, she wondered? Was it just that the 
excitement of everything that had happened was going to her head? Whatever 
the reason, it was exciting for her, and she didn't feel too badly about the 
attention she was getting considering the way Liz and Bill had been acting. 

She was close to anger?feeling a certain jealousy?because Liz was obviously 
flirting, and Bill was acting like a teenager?instead of a husband. As she 
and Charles reached an opening in the garden, she glanced back over her 
shoulder at her sister and husband, still lying on their mats at the 
poolside and talking, talking, talking. For an instant Fran wished with all 
her heart that she and Bill were at home in Cleveland, that they had never 
taken that particular flight to Miami, that none of this had ever happened. 

"You seem to be worried about something? Charles said, sounding concerned. 

"I'm sorry," she replied quickly, forcing herself to smile. "So much has 
been going on, that I'm a little confused." 

The debonair gentleman took Fran's arm lightly as they walked deeper into 
the tropical lushness of the garden. There seemed to be flowers everywhere, 
and giant leafy vines reached up into the high trees that shaded everything. 

"I can only say again, that since it is because of me that you are being 
kept here, I feel it my duty to do everything I can to help you. Please 
think of me as your friend, your good friend," he spoke gently as Fran 
looked up at him. 

Charles stopped and turned toward her, looking down at her, without 
speaking. The naive young housewife felt almost giddy under his gaze. His 
face seemed to be drawing closer when suddenly they both heard footsteps on 
the pebbled path. Guiltily, they moved apart and looked back to see the 
hijack leader striding rapidly toward them. "I'm afraid, Charles, that you 
are overstepping the conditions of parole we agreed on," an angry Ramon said 
firmly as he reached them. "Return to your room right away and stay there 
until I tell you otherwise. I hope you won't force me to take more 
unpleasant steps." 

Charles inclined his head in acknowledgement of the order, then made a 
little bow to Fran, "My apologies, Madam, but I must take my leave." 

"Now what is it that the two of you find so important to talk about?" 
demanded the hi-jack leader of Fran, even though Charles was still in 
ear-shot. 

"We were talking about the flowers and about ourselves. After all we'd never 
met before until a few minutes ago in the pool," Fran said defiantly, 
feeling anger at his insulting tone of voice. 

"Oh, is that so?" said Ramon. 

"Yes, it is. And personally, I think his concern for our well-being and 
safety is more sincere than yours." She said it, then almost immediately 
wished she held her tongue. After all, the hi-jack leader had made sure 
everyone was comfortable. 

"This man you have just been talking with is very important to us," said 
Ramon, his voice suddenly becoming gentle, almost as if he were speaking to 
a recalcitrant child. "We must know exactly what is going on every minute of 
the time with all of you who have been brought here. We already know a great 
deal about some of the passengers. For example, your name is Frances 
Boardman Williams. You're 24, birthday is January 17th. You were born in 
Chicago, Illinois. Your home is at 3661 Benton Road in Shaker Heights. Your 
parents are Mr. and Mrs. John Stephens of Route Two, Day, Ohio. 

You're travelling with your husband, William, and your sister, Elizabeth. Do 
you want information about them also? Now, I ask again! How long have you 
know Charles?" 

"But... but," Fran sputtered, "I'd never talked to him before in my life, 
not until he said something to me in the pool just now." Mentally she was 
reeling from his unexpected knowledge of her. She supposed the information 
came from her passport, but still?what an incredible memory he must have. 

Ramon stared at her for a long time, then said, "You may be telling the 
truth. Still, though, I think you'd better come with me to my office and 
answer a few more questions." 

Fran had no alternative but to follow the darkly handsome man as he led her 
down another path, away from the pool. 

The voluptuous young woman was not only frightened, but perplexed as well at 
Ramon's reaction at finding Charles talking to her. Whatever was going on 
was obviously beyond her, and Fran felt sure in her own mind that she had 
nothing at all to fear from Ramon. But still the uncertainty and 
apprehension clung to her. 

Ramon opened another door just inside the hotel entrance, and Fran found 
herself in a small cage elevator which creaked and groaned to the hi-jack 
leader's penthouse office. At the top, they stepped out and he gestured 
toward a large white leather couch?at least ten feet long?near the window. 
"Sit down," he ordered, then stood staring at the ripe sensual lushness of 
her body so enticingly revealed in the scant bikini. 

She thought he seemed less on edge here, less authoritative, and relaxed 
herself as a result. Finally she saw him nod, as if satisfied she was 
telling the truth, then he moved behind a large bar and took two frosted 
glasses from a small refrigerator. These were filled with a liberal amount 
of white rum and a red tropical fruit juice. Picking up what appeared to be 
a bitters bottle, he shook a few drops of the dark brown liquid into one 
drink but did not allow any of the extract to enter the second glass. 

"We'll talk now," he said, handing her the doctored drink, then moved easily 
to his chair behind the desk and sat down facing her. He lifted his glass, 
"To friendship and truth." 

Fran echoed the toast then drank thirstily of the cool beverage. It tasted 
wonderfully invigorating and not at all like an alcoholic cocktail. The rum 
hit her empty stomach and began glowing with a deep pleasing warmth. 

Ramon put his own drink down on the desk and made an arch out of his 
outstretched fingers. "Now, I'm convinced that you and Charles were just 
having a friendly talk. But under the circumstances I have no choice but to 
be absolutely sure that no information of interest to us was passed between 
you." 

"I've told you," Fran said convincingly, "that he started talking to me in 
the swimming pool. I'd never met him before in my life: and even if I had, 
there's nothing we could have said to each other that would make any 
difference. You have us all here and obviously aren't going to let us go on 
to Miami until you're ready to. And frankly, I'm too scared to try to play 
games with your men, all I want to do is go home." 

"Look, you have no reason to fear anything. Haven't we treated you well? As 
for leaving, I think you'll be permitted to go tomorrow or the day after." 

"You say that, but how do we know if we can trust you?" 

"You must trust me," he answered, smiling through the arch of his fingers. 

"Fine, but then you trust me when I tell you that Charles and I weren't 
talking about anything important," Fran countered. 

"Touche," Ramon laughingly said, and lifted his glass. "What were you 
talking about?" 

"Charles apologized to me for being the reason, as he put it, that we were 
all being kept here," answered Fran. "Nothing more." 

"Are you sure that's all?" questioned Ramon. 

"Yes". 

"Well there's no harm in that, but the danger is that now you know of our 
interest in Charles, your husband, sister, or all three of you may try to do 
something foolish to obstruct us from gaining his cooperation." 

"But we're just three people who left this morning for a vacation in Miami," 
pleaded Fran draining her glass. "We don't even know who he is or why you 
want him. He could be a criminal for all we know." 

Ramon threw back his head and laughed loudly. "I wish I had a recording of 
that statement. It would cause hilarity from Buenos Aires to Ottawa. No, 
Charles is no criminal. A bit cunning like one,". He stopped smiling. "A bit 
too cunning sometimes for his own good, "but no criminal." 

"I am not going to do anything that would keep me from getting to Miami as 
soon as possible," Fran said emphatically. She heard her own voice and it 
sounded much louder than she had intended. 

"All right, I believe you. Besides, you're much too beautiful to lie." He 
stared at her, his eyes seeming to grow larger and larger until that really 
was all Fran could see?his eyes. 

The young American woman sat quietly on the couch, confused now as she felt 
herself drawn to and instinctively trusting this darkly handsome man across 
the room. Everything seemed so confusing. So much had happened. She felt 
strangely lightheaded and wanted this man of strength and power, so 
obviously in command of the situation, to like her... to believe her. 

"Please, if Charles had said anything more to me, I would tell you," she 
repeated, hearing her own suddenly dreamy sounding voice feeling as if it 
were coming from someone else. What was happening to her? She felt so 
strangely relaxed! How friendly the darkly handsome hi-jack leader looked to 
her, how trustworthy and strong he seemed to be. She felt an urge to tell 
him everything ? everything she was thinking. "I... I... " she began, then 
stopped, knowing she was being silly. "Go ahead," Ramon said softly. 

"You see," Fran began to speak rapidly, her mind suddenly flooded with a 
real need to talk to him, "Bill, my husband Bill, and I haven't had a 
vacation since our honeymoon. I've been wanting for so long to get him away 
from his work for awhile so that we could have time together. He's always 
working so hard... " 

"I understand. It must be difficult for you." Ramon answered, stealing a 
glance at her empty glass. 

"Well, sometimes... but I don't want to complain. I mean, Bill is a very 
good husband." She was talking too much, she knew... in fact she felt rather 
drunk. Nervously she picked up her glass and swirled the ice cubes around. 

"Is it that you wish your husband had more time for you?" asked Ramon 
gently. 

"Yes, that's it," said Fran almost in a whisper. "That's it exactly." 

"You poor girl," answered Ramon, moving from behind his desk and pressing a 
concealed button at the same time. 

"And there's my sister, who we thought would enjoy the trip to Florida with 
us! Well, Bill seems to spend more of his time with Liz than he does with 
me," the young wife protested, feeling more than ever that she had to tell 
this friendly man everything. He seemed so kind. 

"Well, you sister is an attractive girl herself; she doesn't have your 
mature body or beauty, but it would be hard to blame a man for taking some 
interest in her." 

"But Bill is always in such a hurry," murmured Fran. "And I'm his wife. He 
should spend more time with me." 

Fascinated in her lightheaded dizziness, Fran watched the swarthy commander 
moving across the room towards her, slowly, as though in a dream. She 
watched him take a large fluffy bath towel from a chair nearby and suddenly 
realized she was shivering, chilly from sitting in her damp bathing suit in 
the air-conditioned room. She could feel goose pimples on her legs. 

Ramon sat down quietly beside her and wrapped the soft towel gently around 
her shoulders. "There now, that should feel better," he whispered against 
her ear. 

The towel felt warm and good, but the goose pimples on her thighs seemed to 
tingle even more as she felt Ramon's hot breath on her neck when he gently 
brushed back a strand of her long blonde hair with one hand while placing 
his other hand softly but finely on her nakedly white thigh. Her drugged 
brain knew she must not allow him to touch her... but just one moment 
couldn't matter, and she felt so warm and safe... and good... 

"Ramon... no, you mustn't... my husband... " Fran murmured dreamily as his 
hand began to caress her already traitorously quivering flesh. 

His dark, lust-filled eyes devoured the length of her sensuous body, but 
Fran was oblivious now to everything except the warmth of the thick towel 
and the thrilling sensations that his caressing hands were sending 
throughout her entire body. Suddenly, in her drug-induced haze, it was Bill 
who sat beside her, with time at last to love her as she needed to be loved. 

But some far off part of her mind knew it really wasn't Bill?it was a 
perfect stranger, a man named Ramon, hungrily eager to taste all of her ripe 
young body, who lifted her to her feet. Fran was only dimly aware of his 
hands as they pulled the towel from her and in the same smooth motion slid 
the bottom of her bikini down over the soft sensuous roundness of her 
buttocks to her ankles below. She felt the cool air against her sensitive 
vaginal flesh as his hot hands groped at the flimsy bikini top. Fran stood 
before him, beautiful and unresisting, her drugged mind confusedly thinking 
that this was Bill who was taking so much time to be gentle with her. She 
dreamily stroked Ramon's thick black hair as he dropped to his knees in 
front of her and pushed her back down onto the couch, where she sprawled out 
limply open. 

Ramon slithered forward between her wide-spread thighs?and his warmly wet 
mouth pressed into the flesh of her smooth white belly. The sudden heated 
contact of his lips sent a chill racing up her spine and her body arched 
involuntarily as the eagerly quivering tongue began to probe lower. She had 
absolutely no idea of what her husband was doing as he lifted her limp, 
unresisting legs up and draped them back across his shoulders. 
Instinctively, she clasped her ankles around his neck, imprisoning his ears 
between the naked flesh of her smooth inner thighs as he spread the silken 
blonde pubic hair of her cunt outward with his thumbs. Then 
unexpectedly?ecstatically?he flickered his tongue lizard-like into the 
moist, flowering slit of her throbbing little vaginal hole. 

"Aaaahhh," the drugged young housewife moaned deliriously, unaware now of 
anything except the delicious touch of the hotly flicking tongue. She 
shivered wantonly from the sudden electrifying contact of his wetly 
quivering flesh against the tiny bud of her clitoris. Her ripely flaring 
hips began moving, as though with a life of their own, in a lewd motion of 
copulation... slowly at first... then faster and faster... until they were 
frantically gyrating. Eagerly grasping his head, she tried to pull his hotly 
probing tongue up inside her love-starved cunt, as her cream-fleshed 
buttocks ground excitedly down against the couch, and low animal moans of 
wanton delight escaped from her heaving chest. Oh God! She wanted his 
tongue?working now like a penis?shoved deep up into her vagina. She had to 
have it! 

But then... then suddenly, through the haze which the drugged drink had 
induced in her, she looked down in her wild passion at the head which was 
assaulting her down between her open thighs and realized that this was not 
Bill, but the dark swarthy man who held them prisoner. Her mind cleared 
temporarily... almost screaming in terror, she stared down in horrified 
disbelief at his long, wet tongue lewdly snaking over her quivering vaginal 
lips. Her head flailed desperately from side to side as she struggled to 
close her widespread thighs and push his face away, but it was a hopeless 
battle. Her drugged body was no match for his lust-incited strength and she 
fell back gasping. 

Ramon's dark, handsome face leered at the moistly glistening flesh of her 
naked vagina as, with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs, he 
drew the pink little pussy lips apart, exposing her defenseless slit to the 
mercy of his gaze. Fran lay frozen to the couch in fear, feeling the shame 
and humiliation of her earlier encouragement of this perverted act?no man 
had ever licked her between her legs before, not even Bill... how could she 
have allowed this to happen? She was as evil and depraved as this man, and 
she would never be able to face her husband again. 

Then, her thoughts shattered. For, with an animal-like groan, Ramon dropped 
his head and buried the full length of his slipperily swirling tongue deep 
into the warm, throbbing walls of her vainly resisting pussy. "Oh God! 
Ooooh, Ooooooh!" she whimpered in horrified disbelief. "Not this! No!" Now 
that she had regained her senses, this oral attack on her loins was no 
longer as ecstatic as it had been when she thought Bill was kissing her 
there. This was a nightmare! He was doing things to her that were more 
depraved and disgusting than she had ever imagined, yet there was nothing 
she could do but lie helplessly back and accept his rapacious mouth up 
between her open thighs. Tears of shame and despair rolled down her hotly 
flushed face as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating 
lips of her heated cuntal mouth. 

Through her revulsion, Fran gradually became aware that tiny waves of 
forbidden delight were beginning to ripple deep down in her belly. Oh God! 
She was starting to feel pleasure again! Oh no! The cruel realization of her 
loss of control hit her with its full impact, and she moaned in shame and 
fear at the knowledge that her traitorous body was betraying her once more. 
Clenching her teeth tightly together, she fought with every ounce of her 
will-power against the tiny licking sparks of ecstasy that threatened to 
burst into a sudden uncontrollable flame within the powder-keg of her 
vagina. 

She tried to think of her husband and did, regretting it instantly?a picture 
flashed through her mind of Bill making love to her, his body pounding into 
her rapidly and without feeling, almost carelessly, his head turned away as 
though he were ashamed of what he was doing. She glanced down at Ramon, 
licking in animal-like subservience at her unwillingly aroused cuntal flesh, 
wanting only to give her pleasure; asking nothing in return! Oh God! 

Ramon's eyes were wide open in greedy appreciation as he watched the fevered 
contortions of the young American wife's face and body as she sought to deny 
the delight that was wracking her whole being. 

With a sudden knowing laugh, he levered her long, helplessly trembling legs 
back and up, until her knees were pressed against the softly heaving mounds 
of her full breasts and the whole flat plane of her helpless loins was 
exposed to his lustful eyes. This will get the beautiful little bitch going, 
he thought, and flicked the tip of his tongue deep into the tightly puckered 
little opening of her anus! 

Fran jerked at the unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery 
anal ring. Oh God, what was he doing to her now? Desperately she tried to 
screw her buttocks away from the hotly worming tongue, but he only stabbed 
it further up into the tight little mouth of her cringing asshole. Then, 
with a sudden horror, she realized what he was actually doing. 

"OoooohhhhhGod! Don't... Please don't... Oh, Stop!" she tried reaching down 
between her wide-spread thighs and pushing his voraciously slavering mouth 
away from her wildly pulsating anus, but it was to no avail. 

For even as Fran resisted, she could feel tiny goosebumps rippling across 
her quivering belly and heaving breasts, and her buttocks jerked back 
involuntarily to meet the wetly thrusting tongue. Helpless spasms of 
forbidden delicious, sensation coursed through her raw nerves. The obscene 
depravity of his attack on her helpless body gave her a strange masochistic 
pleasure more intense than anything she could remember ever feeling before. 
Her shamelessly aroused body heaved spasmodically and began a slow, 
abandoned grinding movement upward against his rapacious tongue?that 
heatedly quivering tongue which sent wave after wonderful wave of ecstasy 
surging through her love-hungry loins. Revulsion and humiliation were 
forgotten, her husband Bill was dismissed?nothing existed now but the 
maddening tongue teasing hotly up into her rectum and her own wanton desire 
which was rapidly building to a top-heavy peak. 

The Cuban sensed her surrender and with a savage grin withdrew his thick wet 
tongue, thrusting it once again deep into her wildly throbbing vagina. Soft 
blonde pubic hairs grazed tantalizingly against his nose and cheeks as she 
ground her firm white buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up and down against 
his face. The proud little American woman was good and hot now, he gloated, 
watching excitedly the abandoned contortions of her face as she clenched her 
eyes shut and bared her teeth in the ecstatic throes of sexual arousal. 

He sank his long tongue deeper and deeper into her moistly throbbing pussy, 
accelerating his rhythm as he felt the young wife's increasingly passionate 
writhing. She was moaning now in an agony of forbidden pleasure, low, animal 
mewls rising from deep within her lust-constricted throat. While his tongue 
continued to ravage her greedily sucking vagina, he wormed, his middle 
finger up into the tiny puckered little ring of her asshole. 

"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" Fran screamed as the unexpected attack sent a violent 
electric thrill racing uncontrollably throughout her body, and then, 
miraculously, she was there?the wave broke over her and left her screaming 
in exaltation. "Oh God... YESSS! I'm CUUUMMMMIIING!" 

Her body simply convulsed beneath the hi-jack leader's mouth and her 
insanely quivering thighs fell laxly apart as her head flailed passionately 
from side to side. She bucked and writhed like a dying wild animal. 

Never before in her life had she felt like this! Wave after wave of 
exquisitely beautiful sensation continued to break over her and there was a 
churning whirl of colors before her glazed eyes... and then it grew grey and 
dim and black... and silent... and she collapsed in totally satisfied 
exhaustion upon the couch. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Fran came awake with a start. She glanced in confusion around the strange 
room until memory of the past hours returned and the tingling excitement 
again raced through her body. Sleepily, she touched the still warm lips of 
her vagina with one hand as she rolled over to look around the room once 
more. The two pieces of her scant bikini were hung over a chair beside the 
couch where she lay warm and comfortable under the blanket that Ramon had 
evidently placed over while she slept. The young wife let her eyes close 
once again and lay there for a few minutes enjoying the newly aroused 
sensations in her own body. But as her mind grew clearer, her conscience 
began to pound in guilty horror at the realization of what she had done. 
Grasping the blanket around her, she abruptly sat upright on the couch. 

Propped against the telephone on Ramon's desk was a note with her name on 
it. Fran tore it open and read: "Thank you. You were beautiful. Turn on the 
television set before you leave." 

Puzzled, Fran found the large-screen TV set in the corner on the other side 
of the desk and switched it on. Almost instantly the screen was filled with 
a high angle picture of herself nakedly and obscenely sprawled on the couch 
with Ramon crouched on his knees on the floor in front of her. Frozen, she 
watched her own hips gyrating in wanton response to his tongue's eager 
probings and saw her hands grasping his head to pull his tongue deeper into 
her, even from that angle, visibly glistening vagina. 

What? How? How could he? Why? She clutched the blanket tightly around her 
shivering body and glanced frantically around the room?her eyes always 
coming back to the screen. Then she spotted a little metal box at one side 
of the television?that, she realized instantly must be a tape adapter. With 
a gasp of dismay, she realized that the obscenities she was watching on the 
monitor set must be a TV tape that Ramon had filmed secretly! Oh God, it 
couldn't be true! If Bill saw these pictures, her life was ruined! 

With shaking fingers Fran tore at the latch on the side of the television 
tape adapter, but found to her horror that it was locked. She pounded with 
her fists and tired to pull it open with her fingernails, but it was closed 
tightly and its steel lock was impossible for her to force. During this 
whole time, obscene images of her body salaciously writhing beneath Ramon 
bombarded her from the screen of the TV set, and she could hear the vile 
sucking sounds of his voraciously swirling tongue wetly fucking into her 
wide-open vagina... and worst of all, could even hear her own wanton voice 
begging the man to go ahead with his horrible act. Frightened at what she 
saw, and yet beginning to become excited all over again at the sight of 
herself completely at the mercy of the Cuban's relentless will, she glanced 
around the room in confusion. There must be a camera! Where was it? Then she 
saw it's small black lens pointed directly down at the couch from its hiding 
place in the ornamented chandelier. The microphone must also be hidden 
somewhere around nearby, she realized. But that didn't matter now! It was 
too late for anything to matter. How could Ramon have been so diabolical as 
to have done this to her? What did it all mean? 

Suddenly, she heard Ramon's voice clearly addressing her from the TV screen, 
and whirled around to see an image of herself collapsed in naked satiation 
on the couch. She watched in fascination the TV picture of Ramon covering 
her supine form gently with the very blanket that she grasped around herself 
at this moment. As he straightened up from covering her, she heard him say 
that he regretted having to make a record of something that he had enjoyed 
so much, but that in his line of work such precautions were necessary. 

"You'll be surprised to see us both like this again," she heard his voice 
talking to her. "But I am making this television tape of us for a purpose. 
You see, Charles must be convinced to cooperate with me and my organization. 
And I have decided that you must be the one to do the convincing. He likes 
you! And he desires you as a woman. I think that if you are kind to him, he 
will listen to what you tell him." 

Fran shivered in fear and dismay at what she was hearing. Ramon's handsome 
face seemed to bore into her all over again from the cold, locked distance 
of the television screen. What did he expect her to do? 

"Now my dear Fran, unless you are able to convince Charles to cooperate, I'm 
afraid I'll be forced to show the most interesting part of this tape to your 
husband, Bill. That is all I have to say... except for the fact that you 
are... well, that I have never enjoyed any woman more than you. It is too 
much to hope that you will ever come to me of your own free will so we can 
do this again, but I, too, think you are a very desirable woman." 

Then the screen went blank. 

Fran quickly pulled on her bikini and half ran down the hallway, wanting 
only to escape from this room and be together with Bill. 

Most of the passengers still lay by the pool in the afternoon sun. They 
dozed and it was obvious that nothing had happened to any of them in her 
absence, but in the space of that short time, Fran's life had been changed 
irreparably. Liz was lying where she had last seen her, but she was alone 
now. Flustered, Fran hurried to her sister's side and dropped quietly to the 
beachmat beside her. 

"Hi," said Fran trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. 

"Oh, hi, Sis," Liz said, turning lazily toward her sister and propping 
herself up on one elbow. She yawned prodigiously. "Where have you been? Bill 
was looking for you." 

Fran closed her eyes, feeling her composure deserting her. "Where is he?" 

"Went back to the room?said he was getting too much sun." 

Suddenly Fran could no longer maintain her facade of gayness and two big 
tears rolled down her face. Quickly she turned her face. For a split second 
Liz was sure the older girl was weeping because she and Bill had been 
flirting?more than "flirting" actually. Once, about an hour ago, she had 
wanted him to kiss and caress her so badly that she almost took him to her 
room, the only thing that kept her by the pool was the fact that she was too 
inexperienced to figure out a way of getting him to accompany her without 
being downright open about it. 

Impulsively, the younger sister put out her hand, "Fran? What's wrong?" The 
only answer was a convulsive sobbing and a shake of the head. 

"Are you sick?" 

Again a shake of the head and a muffled, "Only with myself." 

Liz put out her hand and turned the weeping woman over to face her. "Hey, 
what's wrong, sis?" Now the young girl was really getting frightened. It 
just had to be because of Bill and her. Nothing, absolutely nothing, 
however, could have prepared her for the stunning answer. 

"It's Ramon! He did... did something... terrible to me. And I let him do it! 
Oh God! I don't know why... but I let him." 

"Ramon?" Liz gasped, staggered and disbelieving. Her eyes had grown as big 
as chestnuts as she stared at her sister. She was dying to ask what 
"terrible" thing had occurred, but she was positive that the darkly handsome 
hi-jack leader had made love to her sister. Wow! Oh wow! This was even more 
exciting than being kidnapped! "When?" she asked, then impulsively, "where 
did it happen?" 

"In his office," Fran wept, "oh, I'm so ashamed." 

Liz trembled with excitement. She had been right! Ramon had done it to her! 
Then with the abrupt change of mood so common to a teenager, the younger 
sister felt the water welling up in her own eyes. Fran seemed so miserably 
unhappy, "Don't cry, Fran... please, don't." She sought for something else 
to say, then added "It's over now?just try to forget." 

"I can't forget, what if Bill finds out what I did?" 

"Well, I won't tell him. And surely you won't tell him." 

Fran wiped the tears with the back of her hand. "But that's just it," she 
said. "Ramon had a TV camera taking pictures of what happened and now he's 
got it all down on film! I just saw it. Oh God! It's terrible! I feel so 
dirty." 

Liz's eyes grew even wider. "Oh wow! On film? Really?" 

"He told me what I have to do. He said he'd show Bill the pictures unless I 
could make that man named, Charles, cooperate with him. But how can I do 
that?" 

"Listen, don't tell another soul about this," Liz said, very frightened but 
trying to stay calm. "Maybe you'd better find Charles and talk to him right 
away!" 

Fran lay on the towel, all cried out?exhausted and lifeless now. "It's no 
use Liz... I'm ruined forever. I can't make him answer questions." 

"Well... aren't you even going to try?" 

"I can't, what excuse could I give him?" Liz suddenly took command of the 
situation and pulled her sister up. "Come on, you go back to the room and 
lie down. I'll go and talk to him." 

"But I don't want you to get mixed up in all this mess," pleaded Fran. "What 
could you say to him that I couldn't?" 

"Listen to me," countered Liz. "I'm your sister, and, dammit, I want to help 
you. You've gone through enough this afternoon already. Just tell me where 
this Charles is, and I'll talk with him, then come right back and tell you 
what he said." 

"Well... maybe... if you really want to... " Fran said doubtfully. 

"Maybe if I can convince him, Ramon and his men will let us all go on to 
Miami," Liz tried to sound cheerful, though she felt almost sick with fear. 
"Now tell me where he is." 

"Ramon sent him to his room inside the hotel over an hour ago and told him 
to stay there. I suppose he's still there. It's room number 215." 

"I'll be back as soon as I can. You try to sleep and don't worry!" She 
kissed her tearful sister and walked quickly toward the lobby. A guard 
watched her walk down the corridor to the room, he made no move to halt or 
question her, but his unblinking stare made her terribly nervous. 

Timidly, the bikini-clad teenager knocked at the door. 

"Yes?" called out a deep voice from inside. 

"It's Liz Bingingham, Fran Williams' sister," she stammered. 

She could hear someone moving toward the door, and before she had time to 
collect herself and plan in her mind exactly how she was going to handle all 
this, Charles opened the door. Liz, with only a flimsy, almost transparent 
cotton blouse on over her bathing suit, suddenly felt young and silly before 
such an elegantly attired older man. Charles wore an expensive silk 
mid-thigh dressing gown. His warm smile and friendly manner made Liz feel 
more at ease. He looked at her and her figure, but somehow it was different 
than a rude boy staring at you, she thought. 

"I'm so glad to meet you, young lady. Earlier this afternoon I was having 
such a pleasant chat with your charming sister," he said. 

"Yes, Fran told me and, in a way, that's why I'm here." 

"Well, please do come in," Charles said, puzzled but smiling. 

Liz glanced nervously around the room. There was no place to sit but the 
bed, so she perched gingerly at the end of it and without preamble, began to 
explain. "Ramon threatened Fran after he found you with her. He told her 
that you must cooperate with him." 

"Oh, that poor girl, I hope she's all right," he sighed deeply, and Liz 
thought he seemed so terribly alone. She wanted to reach out and try to 
comfort him. He gazed steadily at her, "I seem to be the cause of so much 
trouble for all of you. I am sorry." He reached over and grasped the 
teenager gently by her shoulder as he continued seriously, "Liz, the last 
thing I would wish to do would be to cause two such beautiful young 
women?you and your sister-any anxiety." 

The cute teenager jerked at his touch, which sent electric shivers through 
her nerves. He'd called her a "woman". 

"I... I know you didn't mean to hurt us." His kindness seemed to release the 
tears she held back before Fran. "But everything that's happened has been so 
terrible?we should all be in F?Florida now, not in this awful place!" Tears 
brimmed up in her eyes as he lightly patted her shaking shoulder. 

"Liz, I want you to know," he said softly, "that I will not allow anything 
unpleasant to happen to you or to your sister. Please believe me!" 

Liz looked up into his strong, reassuring face and felt comforted. Her head 
spun dizzily and she closed her eyes. The pressure of his arm around her 
shoulders increased. 

"Are you all right, Liz?" he asked, his voice warm and concerned. 

The young girl felt that this man must be like the father whom she had never 
known. Fran could remember their father, but he had been killed in a hunting 
accident only weeks before Liz, herself, had been born. Now, after all the 
unnerving events of the day since the hijackers had taken over their flight, 
Liz felt the need for protection from someone strong, someone like this 
older man. She whimpered like a little girl and snuggled against his firm 
arms. 

"You are so beautiful, like a frightened little fawn." He pulled her gently 
against his chest, tenderly massaging her quivering back. Liz let herself 
fall against the tall figure beside her. She felt so warm and safe... and 
something else too, a faint tingling which she refused to acknowledge. 

Gently he brushed the hair from her face. His touch was magnetically 
overwhelming. What a boy Al is, she thought suddenly, compared to this man 
who will take care of us. Gratefully, the cute teenager clung to his strong, 
muscular body, and as she did, she abruptly became aware that he was getting 
an erection. The revelation stunned her?frightened her?at first; she had 
never realized she could affect a man such as this?handsome, older, 
important! She knew she was desirable to Al and other boys his age, even 
Bill... but this was different. She glanced down and saw his massively 
pulsating penis rising rapidly as it pushed through the folds of his 
dressing gown and stood waving erectly out in front of him. His penis grew 
until it throbbed against her lightly tanned stomach, but she did not move 
away. Even when his warm hand moved gently down inside the loose bra of her 
bikini and slowly caressed her tenderly erect nipples, the young girl still 
did not draw back, for his hands seemed to belong against her sun-warmed 
skin. A delicious tingling began to pulsate through her stomach and thighs, 
and there was a new and different quivering urgency in her wetly warm young 
pussy that had never been there before. It was a little like the feeling she 
had when she sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and found herself 
rubbing her strangely aching pussy?but now the feeling was far stronger. 

Liz felt as though her whole body were melting... her hands, as though with 
a mind of their own, reached beneath the smoking jacket for the hardness of 
his chest and her trembling fingers entwined themselves in his thick mat of 
curly brown and gray hair. She was aware that she should make some effort to 
stop him, but at the same time knew that she didn't want to stop. Abruptly, 
knowing what was about to happen, she decided that this was the way she 
would become a woman, with this man who was so strong and kind... this was 
the way she wanted it to be. 

Charles continued to gently caress her slender young body, his soothing 
hands massaging her back, her softly firm buttocks and cool, sleek, hairless 
thighs. Then his hand slowly slipped under the elastic waist band of her 
swim suit bottom and touched the naked flesh of her warmly trembling little 
belly. She held her breath, revelling in his touch, and then sighed loudly 
as his expert fingers teased the quivering pink cuntal lips and lightly 
brushed the tiny bud of her clitoris; with his other hand and he quickly and 
expertly stripped her blouse and bikini top and bottom away from her 
sensuous young curves to make her completely naked. 

"Your body is so beautiful, Liz," he murmured softly, blowing into her ear. 
"I want to make love with you!" 

Liz heard herself answer him in an unfamiliarly hoarse, trance-like voice. 
"Yes... love me... love me... " 

Her satiny body shook with anticipation as he gently pushed her down on the 
mattress and parted her firm, ivory-colored thighs to expose the moistly 
pink cleft of her waiting vagina. The young girl began trembling 
uncontrollably as the older man's hand moved knowledgeably over the softly 
curling pubic mound to find her now erectly pulsating little clitoris. 

"Oh... ooohhh... God!" she gasped. Her hips began to rotate intuitively, 
reaching hungrily upwards to meet the probing finger. Sensing the teenager's 
mounting excitement, he slithered his finger into the velvety warm folds of 
vaginal flesh and slowly flicked it in and out until low moans of passion 
issued from her tightly clenched lips. Charles pushed her down harder on her 
back against the bed, then pulling off his silk robe, he crawled between her 
wide-spread legs and placed the swollen tip of his long, hard cock at the 
hotly throbbing little mouth of the girl's vagina. Gently, he wormed his 
thick penis between the heated pink lips of her virginal young pussy. 

God! he thought in amazement. She was tight! Could she actually be a virgin? 
No it wasn't possible; she looked so sexy?so poised?seemed to want to be 
fucked so badly, that she just had to be experienced. Liz's warm wet pussy 
walls clasped tightly around his cock head as he gently began to penetrate 
the narrow passage. Cautiously he pulled back, then pushed in a little 
further, while his hands massaged the firm white mounds of her youthful 
breasts. 

Suddenly Liz jerked her hips violently up toward him in an involuntary spasm 
of urgent desire. His swollen, iron-hard rod plunged deep into her belly, 
and he could feel a slight pop inside as he shattered the thin protective 
membrane of her virginity. Elated, Charles felt a wave of amazement pass 
over him?so she was a virgin after all! 

The pain seared through Liz's sensitive flesh like a red-hot knife, and the 
young girl screamed piteously, trying desperately to pull away from the huge 
pounding shaft that was tearing her belly apart. "OOOGGGHHH! Stop! You're 
hurting me... you're killing me!" Tears gushed from her eyes as she writhed 
in agony beneath him. 

Charles remained buried inside the velvety heated folds of quivering flesh, 
forcing himself not to move until her pained protests faded at last to 
helpless whimpers. Then, very gently, he began a pulsing, rhythmic movement 
with his desire-swollen cock, pushing further and further in and up until at 
last the smooth tip of his hotly throbbing penis pressed against the 
yielding cushion of her cervix. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, as the 
young girl realized the worst was over, Liz's whimpers changed to tiny, 
excitedly rising mewls of pleasure as she felt the warm pounding deep up 
inside of her vagina, and her hips intuitively began arching up to meet his 
thrusts. It felt to Charles as if she were trying to suck him deeper, ever 
deeper into her womb. God, he had never felt such a perfect little cunt 
before! Her vaginal muscles squeezed at the rubbery tip of his cock, 
nibbling tantalizingly until he thought he would go out of his mind, while 
other muscles moved across the sensitive lower part of his madly pulsing 
penis. He ached to shoot his sperm into her churning cunt, but he knew he 
must control himself?this was the young girl's first time, and he would make 
it perfect for her! 

Liz's face was flushed and contorted from the surprisingly wonderful 
sensations flooding her body. The smooth cock's head throbbed deep inside of 
her, and she could feel every fleshy little ridge of his penis pressing 
tightly against her sensitive vaginal walls. His lust-inflated balls swayed 
softly, teasingly, against her anus. 

"More... more... do it harder!" she begged, and Charles decided she was 
ready. Locking his hands beneath her smooth young thighs, he pressed her 
knees hard back against her heaving chest?this would drive his cock deeper 
still into the eager young pussy. Then, taking her by surprise, he slammed 
the swollen rod into her as hard and as deeply as he could. She screamed in 
pleasure as her deep inner cunt nerves sent new thrills of excitement racing 
through her. Again he thrust in, deeper and more furiously each time until 
his testicles smacked hard against her nakedly straining asscheeks. 

Sliding his hands beneath the smoothly rounded moons of her frantically 
thrashing buttocks, Charles cupped and kneaded them roughly fucking his 
lust-hardened cock into her with even greater frenzy. She slid her long legs 
down around his muscular buttocks to suck more of him into her hungry, now 
totally de-virginated young cunt. The vibrations in her stomach and vagina 
were intensifying into hotter and hotter convulsions as she writhed in 
wanton abandonment beneath him. More... more... she wanted this beautiful 
fucking to last forever! 

Charles felt the sudden heating of her cuntal passage and knew that her 
climax was approaching rapidly. Quickening the rhythm of his thrusts, he 
ground his huge swollen cock desperately into her heatedly impatient vagina. 

"Oooohhh... Oooohhh... " the girl moaned frantically as the enormous 
pressure filled her and electrifying tingles began radiating out from her 
wildly clenching pussy. Then the exquisite waves of a new found ecstasy 
broke over her. 

"OOOOHHHH... it's here!... Ohhhh... God; CHARLES!" She jerked violently and 
then collapsed, her smooth young vaginal walls clenching and unclenching 
with uncontrollable spasms, her head thrown back and teeth bared, her neck 
tendons straining like cables under intolerable pressure, her legs beating 
in a wildly abandoned tap dance of lust. Through her passion she felt his 
heavily pistoning cock shudder inside her and torrents of heatedly thick 
white liquid splashed far up into her quivering belly. With the impact of 
his cumming, her body convulsed into a new, even more beautifully intense 
orgasm... surge after surge of exquisite pleasure shook her body... it must 
never stop, never, never... 

At last, completely saturated by the violent pleasure of these previously 
undreamed-of sensations, the young girl lay still beneath the older man's 
tenderly caressing hands. Hazily she thought that she wanted her body to 
feel like this forever, and then reaching out to put her hand on his naked 
thigh, she slipped into a deep, peaceful afterdoze. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

As Liz languidly walked from the hotel back toward Fran who waited for her 
by the pool, the sun was touching down below the tops of the thick green 
trees behind the cabanas. What a day this had been, she reflected as she 
moved around the pool toward the single figure of her older sister on the 
beachmat. Liz had never felt so good, so sure of herself. She was not sorry 
that she had allowed Charles everything, besides it was done, and she was 
now the possessor of a new awareness about herself that she had never known 
before. She had walked into the hotel little more than a few hours before 
just a girl. Now she walked out of it, back toward her sister, a woman. 

Her body still tingled, she could still feel the warmth of Charles' 
massively throbbing penis and heated male sperm deep inside of her. She 
wondered lightly if all this showed in her face, if Fran would notice that 
something had happened to her. It had made her different, she knew it had, 
and it had to show! But whether it showed on her face she didn't know. She 
could even feel the sensual pleasure of the lingering wetness still 
trickling down through her matted pubic hair inside the loose bottom of her 
bikini. 

She glanced down at herself wondering again if Fran would notice anything. 
She knew that she was not voluntarily going to tell her sister what had 
happened. No, this was something that was hers alone. She would never tell 
anybody! Idly she wished for an instant that the first man to take her could 
have been Al or even her brother-in-law, Bill, to whom she was so drawn. But 
she brushed that thought from her mind guiltily. Bill was Fran's husband and 
she recognized the twinge of conscience she felt for having let someone 
other than Al be the first. It would have been overwhelming if that had been 
her older sister's husband, with her back there on the bed inside the hotel. 
Or maybe not! She and Bill had been talking pretty heavy there by the pool. 

Fran looked up questioningly as Liz approached. 

"Well, how did it go?" Fran asked. 

"He's going to do it," the young girl answered, smiling inwardly as she 
remembered the conversation she and Charles had just had lying together only 
a few moments before. He had easily understood the importance of convincing 
Ramon that he must not make good his threat to Fran. The young girl had been 
amazed at how easily Charles had agreed to cooperate. 

"Oh that's wonderful," said Fran obviously relieved. "But was it difficult? 
What took you so long?" 

Liz smiled, "Charles seemed to enjoy talking. He's such an interesting man 
that I didn't even realize that I'd been in there so long." 

"Yes, it's been over an hour," Fran said. "I've been worried stiff." 

"Well as you can see, I'm still intact." Liz answered laughingly, then 
laughed even harder as she realized that she really wasn't quite as intact 
as she had been before the visit to the mysterious Charles. 

"If you don't mind, I think both of us should go right now and tell Ramon 
that Charles told you he'll cooperate. Will you come with me?" the older 
sister asked. 

"Sure, let's go." Liz replied as she reached down and helped her sister from 
the beachmat. 

The two sisters walked back toward the hotel once more, their slim 
bikini?clad bodies from the rear almost indistinguishable from one another, 
while in the cabana behind Bill napped on undisturbed. 

The shame of what had gone on between Ramon and her earlier that afternoon 
had lessened somewhat in Fran's mind. Lying there alone in the warm sun 
while Liz was off talking to Charles, the young American housewife had 
reflected almost abstractly on her situation and had come to the conclusion 
that, yes, as long as Bill did not find out, as long as Ramon did not show 
the TV tape to him, that everything would come out all right. 

In a day full of unusual events, her enjoyment of Ramon's lewd sexual 
attentions to her seemed now just one more strange episode in all that had 
happened to them since early that morning?starting when they had left their 
house in Shaker Heights to drive to the airport. And now since Liz had 
evidently been successful in convincing Charles to cooperate with the 
hi-jack leader, Fran realized that probably the secret of what Ramon had 
done to her would be safe. 

But she was more than a little bit uneasy about her sister. She imagined 
that Liz was old enough to be able to take care of herself with strange men, 
but still, their situation here on this isolated tropical island seemed to 
hold unusual temptations that Liz might not be capable of handling. Fran 
realized guiltily that she herself had been victim of a situation with Ramon 
that under normal circumstances she would never have allowed to develop. Had 
Charles tried to take advantage of her sister there in the hotel? She 
doubted it. Liz looked as cool and alert as usual, and surely had not 
indicated that anything had gone amiss. But then here in this strange place, 
Fran also realized that anything was possible. 

Lying there comfortably in the sun before her sister returned, Fran had felt 
a new freedom in herself. Afterall, she was here next to a swimming pool 
with a beautiful tropical garden surrounding her. And they had managed 
finally to get away from Cleveland for their first vacation. She had to do 
all she could to make everything all right with Ramon so he would destroy 
that horrible television tape. Aside from that film, she was rather enjoying 
the whole situation. The exciting events might even in the end bring her and 
Bill closer to each other. She hoped this with all her heart because to do 
this had been the main purpose of them leaving for the vacation in the first 
place, and their marriage was important to her. 

Liz's thoughts about what had happened to her were somewhat different from 
her older sister's, but then she had no husband. What Charles and she had 
done together inside the hotel was, she felt, something that was necessary 
for her to have experienced eventually. She was only glad that when it had 
happened to her the first time that the results had been so successful. She 
doubted that Al would have been so adept at making her realize her 
potential. Now she felt a new confidence in herself. And she knew that when 
they eventually got back to Miami that there was no reason in the world that 
her boyfriend, Al, would ever suspect a thing. But getting to Al seemed less 
and less important to her now. She was enjoying the adventure, perhaps more 
than her sister Fran. 

The two girls approached the steps of the hotel not talking. Each was 
absorbed with her own thoughts. Inside, Fran led the way toward the door of 
Ramon's office and knocked resolutely. 

"Who is it?" They heard Ramon ask from inside. 

"It's me, Fran Williams. And my sister." 

Almost instantly the darkly handsome leader opened the door and stood there 
staring at them. His eyes coursed over the two bikini-clad sisters waiting 
there in the hallway. 

The voluptuous young American wife searched his face in vain for some hint 
of warmth and understanding. Under his stern gaze she felt as though she 
were once again stripped naked in front of him. 

Liz sensed her sister's embarrassed discomfort and spoke first. 

"We came to tell you that Charles is ready to cooperate," Liz said 
defiantly. 

A thin smile broke across Ramon's chiseled features. 

"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "Now we shall probably be able to avoid 
some, what would have otherwise been inevitable, complications for your 
older sister here." 

Angered at his use of the word, probably, Fran raised her eyes and looked 
hard at him. 

"Look Ramon, I've gotten you what you demanded," she said. "Now will you 
please let us alone." 

"No, I'm not sure of anything until I talk with Charles and find out for 
myself," he answered soothingly. 

Liz was fascinated by this man's confident manner with her older sister. 
Images of what had happened so recently between the two of them, of the 
humiliations, Ramon must have inflicted on Fran, flashed through Liz's head. 
She wondered if it had been as good between the two of them as it had been 
with Charles and her. 

With a surge of sisterly feeling she found herself wishing that it had been 
her who Ramon had forced a blackmail upon, she who was without an adoring 
husband like Bill. And almost unconsciously fresh feeling of the new sexual 
awareness she had experienced for the first time with Charles that afternoon 
began to rise slowly again inside her. 

Ramon noticed Liz's cheeks begin to flush slightly and smiled this time 
directly at her. Liz dropped her eyes. 

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask both of you to wait for a moment while I check 
all this out with Charles directly," Ramon said speaking to both of them. 

He led them down the hall to the ante-room outside his office, the room 
through which Fran had ran during those horrible first moments after she had 
watched herself submitting to his obscene advances on the television screen. 
Gesturing to chairs along the wall, he left them there and retired to his 
office. 

Almost instantly the office door opened again and the fat, bullet-headed man 
who had stared so brazenly at Fran in the pool earlier appeared. His 
ferocious-looking German shepherd dog, held by a short leather lead followed 
him closely. 

"Bring him right in here to me, Hans," the girls overheard Ramon instruct 
the guard from inside the office. 

Hans looked at the two girls leeringly as he passed them on his way out into 
the garden. Just outside the door he turned, and directing the dog to sit, 
said, "Watch them, Bruno. Good dog." 

Then he disappeared leaving the large panting animal blocking the way out 
into the garden. The girls sat uncomfortably waiting. Neither felt like 
talking, both of them knew that everything depended now on what would go on 
soon between Charles and Ramon inside the office. 

It was only a minute or two but it seemed like hours to Fran before Hans 
returned with Charles in tow. As the handsome man followed the heavy-set 
guard into the room, he ventured a conspiratorial wink and a quick smile at 
Fran, then paused with his warm, liquid smile devouring Liz's lushly young 
figure. Fran almost reeled when she saw the way the two were looking at each 
other. That was a smile of exchanged intimacy?of two people with sexual 
knowledge of each other! My God! Liz! And Charles? And even as her mind 
boiled in a maelstrom of surprise, she unexpectedly felt a bitter arrow of 
jealousy piercing her heart. 

"Come on," Hans ordered, tugging at Charles's sleeve, and the two men 
disappeared into Ramon's office?shutting the door behind them. 

Although the young wife was stunned by what she had surmised about the 
middle-aged diplomat and her younger sister, she still was anxious to 
overhear what was being said inside. The room, she thought, was probably 
sound-proofed, but she slipped out of her chair anyway, intending to go and 
listen at the door. She hadn't taken two steps before Bruno rose with his 
neck hair high and growled in warning, Quickly, she resumed her seat. Liz 
sat back apparently unconcerned, positive in her teen-aged inexperience that 
Charles would indeed cooperate as he had said he would only a short time 
ago. 

Although the young girl was nonchalant, Fran felt her nervousness building 
up almost to the screaming point. For her, the results of what was being 
discussed on the other side of the closed door was everything, for if Ramon 
was not satisfied with whatever Charles was telling him, then there was 
little hope that the television tape would not be shown to Bill. 

The minutes dragged interminably and Fran began to feel like a defendant in 
a criminal case anxiously awaiting the jury's return. Then, abruptly, the 
door opened and Hans, his face stern and obviously angry, came out alone. 
The German Shepherd immediately left his post by the outside door and 
trotted quickly to his master's side. Hands arrogantly on his heavy hips, 
Hans stood for a few seconds in front of the two young American women. 

Then, without speaking, he handed Fran a folded handwritten note, before 
spinning on his heel and leaving them alone once again. Bruno obediently 
followed him. 

"What does it say?" Liz asked breathlessly as she leaned over to read the 
single folded piece of paper over her sister's shoulder. 

"It's from Ramon," Fran replied. "He asks that we come for drinks and dinner 
in his suite later this evening. Bill's included." 

"Well I guess we'd better go," said Liz. 

"Yes we'll have to," Fran answered cautiously. "We're going to have to if we 
want to find out if Ramon's satisfied with whatever Charles agreed to do." 

CHAPTER NINE 

Fran and Liz didn't speak as they walked slowly back through the garden to 
their cabana. In the deep dusk the swimming pool was now deserted and 
fireflies were beginning to appear out across the lawns and amongst the dark 
shadows between the trees. Electrified antique wrought iron lanterns along 
the main path to the cabanas lit their way. Heat lightning was flickering in 
the distance far out over the bay, and there was a hushed silence over 
everything, with the only noise an occasional rattle of dishes from the 
direction of the hotel's kitchens. 

In spite of herself, Fran realized that she was actually enjoying this 
place. It was a perfect evening. Far to the east she could see the first 
little pinpoints of light as the stars began to come out for the long 
tropical night ahead. Back home in Shaker Heights it was never this 
lustrously shining hair, and locking her room behind her, went next door to 
see if the others were ready. 

When Liz knocked, Fran was already applying the last touches to her own 
makeup, and Bill was almost ready, too. Bill let Liz into the room. 

"Wow! That's some outfit," he said, his eyes bugging in appreciation. "And 
it looks really great with your tan." 

"Thank you, sir," Liz replied gaily, then looked at her older sister for 
approval. Fran rolled her eyes in mild reproach. "That's a little much, 
sweetiepie. Don't you think?" 

Liz pouted. "I think it's just right. It's cool." Fran stared at the hipline 
and back where no bra straps or panty outline could be seen. "It should be 
cool," she said in warning. 

"Well I don't have time to change," Liz said firmly as she walked to the 
door. "And besides, Ramon doesn't look like the sort of person who likes to 
be kept waiting," she added. 

As they walked from the cabana and crossed the lawn toward the front door of 
the hotel, Bill asked suddenly, "Hey, what do you think he wants? I don't 
like the idea of him having just the three of us for a private dinner," he 
continued, sounding apprehensive. 

"Darling, we've told you," said Fran impatiently. "Unless we do what he 
says, he might keep the plane here forever. It has something to do with 
information he wants from Charles, the man I was talking with in the pool 
this afternoon." 

"Oh, I see," replied Bill, not at all sure that he did. 

Walking between the two sisters, he found himself glancing frequently at 
Liz. Now as they approached the front steps of the big hotel he realized he 
could see down the front of her jumpsuit to the semi-circles of the tops of 
her aureoles and even her nipples, lighted now by the soft yellow light from 
the lobby. He, of course, had seen them before, every delicious curve, when 
he had opened the door of her room and found his sister-in-law nakedly 
coming from the bathroom earlier that day. But somehow in this light, with 
the soft open-mesh lace of her tight jumpsuit tantalizingly clinging to her 
slender waist and gently rounded little buttocks and long sensual legs, she 
seemed to exude an almost overpoweringly tangible aura of sex. As a matter 
of fact, the young girl was even more exciting than she had looked to him 
when they had been next to each other by the pool that afternoon. He thought 
she seemed some how different ? more adult ? sexier! 

Fran's thoughts were on the evening ahead as she wondered just what would be 
best for her to say if Ramon asked her anything else directly. She realized 
that everything depended on whatever Charles, himself, was willing to do for 
the hi-jack leader, but she hoped that she and Liz could at least help to 
influence the swarthy hi-jack commander in the right direction. 

Excited by the hot, hungry glances of Bill, and serene in the knowledge of 
what had happened to her with the older man earlier, Liz happily walked on 
with the other two. She wasn't worried about a thing. She knew she looked 
good. She knew that Ramon and Bill?as a matter of fact, all men, 
everywhere?would think she looked good, too. 

Ramon suddenly appeared out of the big open front door of the hotel and 
stood waiting for them. As they climbed the steps he greeted the two girls 
in turn with a slight continental bow and then reached out to shake hands 
with Bill. "I'm so glad to see all of you finally on a purely social basis," 
Ramon said warmly. "It's been a busy day for all of us, and I haven't had 
time to treat my special guests as well as I'd like to. Come." He took an 
arm of each of the women and led the way into the lobby. 

Bill's mind raced for the meaning of Ramon's use of phrase "special guests." 
What in hell could he mean? Again the dull needles of apprehension began 
pricking at the young insurance salesman's mind. The hi-jack leader guided 
them to the same hall in which Fran and Liz had waited under guard of the 
sinister Hans and his dog, Bruno, less than an hour before. The young wife's 
heart skipped a beat as she thought that Ramon might be taking all of them 
to his office, that office where the TV set with its tape was probably still 
sitting ready to ruin her marriage, her whole life. 

quiet, she reflected. Even on summer nights when she and Bill would sit on 
the terrace beside the barbecue for one last drink before going inside, it 
was never this peaceful. There was always the traffic noise from the 
expressway, or the sound of jet planes overhead. And the air was never so 
clear. 

As they approached their cabana, Liz broke the silence by asking, "Fran, do 
you really think Ramon's going to release us and the plane soon?" 

"Who knows," Fran answered, sighing deeply, "Let's handle one thing at a 
time. Right now we've got to convince Bill to come to dinner tonight in 
Ramon's suite. And we have to act with him as though nothing had happened," 
she said. 

"Do you think he's still asleep?" Liz asked, continued. 

"Come on in and talk to him with me and we'll see," Fran replied as she 
tried the door to their room and found it locked. 

"Who's there?" Bill's voice came from inside. 

"It's Liz and me." 

"What in the hell happened to you two?" he questioned unhappily as he 
unlocked and opened the door. 

"Well it's a long story, darling," replied Fran. "Right now the important 
thing is that we're all due back in the hotel in twenty minutes to have 
dinner with Ramon. He's ordered all three of us to come, and we're going to 
have to go because it may make the difference of how soon we get out of this 
place." 

Bill stood in his bathrobe, a perplexed look on his face. 

"What do you think he wants?" he asked. 

"Whatever it is," Liz answered, "it's important that we go. I'll go next 
door and get dressed Fran said, agreeing, "I've got to begin getting ready 
this instant myself. And Bill, you need a shave," she added hurriedly over 
her shoulder, heading toward the bathroom. 

The bewildered husband heard Fran turning on the shower as he went toward 
his suitcase to take out the fresh tropical worsted suit folded carefully 
there. Fran had bought it for him just a few days before and he had never 
worn it. 

As Fran stood under the tingling shower, she tried to make up her mind what 
she would wear. She knew that she should look her best if Ramon was going to 
be convinced that he should allow them all to fly on to Miami. She briefly 
considered her new lavender pants suit but realized the evening was much too 
warm for that, and then finally decided on the white mini-skirt which clung 
so lovingly to her sleekly tapered thighs. Back in Shaker Heights everybody 
said she looked "sexy" in the dress. 

Clean, she turned the temperature knob on the shower briefly to colder, and 
twisted her body to allow the chilling sensation to strike her directly on 
the lower belly and pubic mound. She closed her eyes under the stinging 
spray and shuddered deliciously. It was odd, she thought, already there was 
a building excitement in her loins about this evening; something was going 
to happen? that's why she had sub-consciously decided to wear the white 
mini. 

Then, without speaking, he handed Fran a folded handwritten note, before 
spinning on his heel and leaving them alone once applied a base green eye 
makeup, realizing how well it blended with her full blonde hair and the new 
tan she had acquired just that afternoon in her hours by the pool. Then she 
went to her luggage and unhesitatingly picked a sleeveless, skin-tight, lace 
jump suit that indented in the slightly hair-fringed vaginal cleft and the 
smooth white crevice between her buttocks. Her full fleshy breasts swelled 
breathlessly out of the top. After adding a pair of long pendant earrings 
that Al had given her for her last birthday, the attractive young girl gave 
a final quick brash to her side. 

But instead he led them from the hall up an ornate cast iron staircase to a 
higher level. A fan with blades as big as an old airplane propeller turned 
lazily over the landing, but it did nothing to dispel the heated beads of 
sweat on Fran's forehead. She was relieved to find, as Ramon swung open the 
big double doors to his suite on the second floor, that it was apparently 
fully air-conditioned just as was his office. 

Big French windows led from the main room that they entered, apparently to 
the balcony that circled the second floor of the hotel outside. But these 
had been shut in order to keep the cool air in. 

"Please sit down," Ramon gestured to a large dining table, luxuriously set 
with antique silverware, expensive china, and lace napkins. Two huge 
candelabra threw flickering gold light throughout the room. 

The 8-course dinner was impeccably served by one of Ramon's men who had put 
on an immaculate white waiters jacket for the occasion. Ramon's conversation 
through dinner was absolutely polite, and the Americans found themselves 
listening with deep interest to a discussion of the natural beauties of the 
Caribbean and the history of the hotel in which they were sitting. Twice, 
Bill almost interrupted to ask Ramon about his motives in hijacking the 
plane, but then thought the better of it. Fran and Liz waited expectantly, 
but in vain, for Ramon to bring up the subject of Charles and whether or not 
he was willing to cooperate. 

As the four of them sat eating, Ramon's frequent looks at Liz were frank and 
rather curious. The gourmet food and vast quantities of wine seemed to go to 
all of their heads, and by the time they got up from the table, everyone was 
feeling a warm mellowness. Bill even found himself joking with Ramon as 
though they were old friends. 

As for Fran, she was again amazed at the intense charm of the darkly 
handsome hijacker. 

Liz, who had rarely drunk wine before, was bubbling over inside as she 
responded to the attention both males were giving her. 

They moved back into the other room again and, after enjoying a tropical 
liqueur around the coffee table, Ramon rose and asked Liz if she would be 
interested in seeing the communications center that he had set up. Bill 
started to get up accompany them, but Fran pushed him back into his chair 
and hissed, "Ramon didn't ask us." 

"We'll be right back, my friends," called the Cuban cheerily, as he and the 
drunken young girl walked out of the suite and down the hall to another 
door. Taking keys from his pocket, Ramon opened the door and led her inside. 
Liz fell against him giggling in the semi-darkness before he turned on the 
light and closed the door. 

"Ramon, you're simply wonderful to take all this trouble with me," Liz said 
as she walked slowly around the room, trying to look impressed as she stared 
uncomprehendingly at the elaborate short-wave communication equipment. 

"And you're a wonderful guest," Ramon said softly as he approached her from 
behind and put one hand down lightly on her gently flaring hip. 

Liz spun around and found herself staring directly into his handsome face. 
"Ramon... " she breathed. "Let me show you something else," he whispered as 
his knowledgeable hands began to move boldly over the tightly stretched 
material, caressing her young, trembling buttocks. 

"Oh no, Ramon," said Liz feebly, "we shouldn't... " 

Waiting in the suite Fran and Bill had begun to discuss the reasons why the 
hi-jack leader had been so eager to take Liz away to see his communications 
center. Almost as soon as the young girl had been led giggling from the 
room, Bill had begun to express concern. 

"I think I'd better go see what's going on," he said. "That Ramon is the 
kind of guy a young innocent girl would find hard to handle." 

"I think all that wine went a little bit to Liz's head," commented Fran, 
remembering her younger sister's outfit and the fact that the girl was naked 
under the jumpsuit. "Maybe we should find out what they're doing." 

"I'll take a look out in the hall and see if I can see what's up," Bill 
answered. 

Her husband was already moving to open the door when Fran abruptly 
remembered the apparent intimacy that had been building up all through the 
trip so far between Bill and Liz. Was that why Bill was so eager to go and 
search for Liz? Was he jealous? 

"Wait a minute, Bill," she said firmly. "If anybody's going to go to look 
for them, it should be me." 

"No, just sit tight. I'll be right back," Bill replied adamantly. 

Fran rose and stood in front of him. "But Ramon and his men might not think 
too much of you spying around the hotel without their permission. Let me go. 
Remember, Ramon knows me better," she added. 

"Well... I don't know," Bill answered. 

"Don't worry, if anybody sees me I can make any one of a million excuses," 
his wife replied. 

"Well, OK. But, Christ, be careful. And yell if you want me to come," said 
Bill. 

"I'll be right back, darling." Fran opened the door quietly and looked each 
way, then stepped out. 

A moment later, she was moving rapidly down the hall in the direction in 
which she thought she had heard Ramon opening another door a few minutes 
before. 

She hesitated outside, listening for any sign of life, then stealthily 
opened the door. At once she could hear her sister's voice protesting 
something softly. What was happening? What was this depraved man attempting 
to do now? 

It did sound as though something was going on. Fran inched the door open 
another fraction. Now she could see Ramon slowly pulling down the long 
zipper in the back of her jumpsuit. It peeled off her shoulders like a thin, 
second skin and the softly fleshed mounds of her young breasts gleamed 
warmly in the light. The hi-jack leader buried his head hungrily between the 
succulent globes. 

"No, Ramon," Liz was saying, dizzily pushing at his head with her hands. 
"Oh... Oh... Ramon." 

Whatever her little sister's experience with men might really be, Fran 
realized in a flash that she could not let this go on any further. It was 
her duty to protect Liz just as she had done through their childhood when 
there had been no father to perform that function. Fran knew that right now 
she had to do anything necessary to keep Liz safe from this vile beast; then 
after Liz's head had cleared from the wine, it would be the girl's own 
business what she wanted to do with men or have men do to her. 

Closing the door again with extreme care, Fran then immediately knocked on 
it, calling out, "Hello. You two in there?" 

Waiting for perhaps five seconds, Fran then opened the door confidently and 
stepped into the room to see her sister hurriedly zipping up the back of the 
jumpsuit. Ramon stood now with his hands on hips glaring angrily at Fran. 

Before the young American wife could say anything, Ramon strode past her to 
the door and hammered on the entrance to another room directly across the 
hall, called, "Hans. Come here this minute." 

Hans appeared quickly, pulling on his T-shirt. 

"I'll do whatever you want, Ramon, but please let my little sister alone." 
Fran pleaded from him, knowing now there was going to be trouble and 
resigned to almost anything just as long as her sister was safe. "You really 
mean that, don't you?" Ramon smiled, as he turned now to study the two 
girls. Hans stood waiting, ready to do whatever Ramon ordered. 

"Yes," Fran replied, a shiver of expectation running up her spine. In spite 
of herself she remembered the images of herself she had seen on the 
television tape that afternoon, the pictures and sound of this man humbling 
her in her drugged defenselessness, yet she remembered, too, how this man 
had drawn sexual responses out of her that she had never known were there 
before. 

Striding back into the room, Ramon took Liz by the arm and, leading her to 
the door, pushed her toward Hans. 

"Take her to the storeroom. Lock her in there, and keep her husband occupied 
in the dining room." he ordered. 

Then he shut the door. Smiling, he turned toward Fran. "This time, you will 
feel everything. And it will be good to you," he said. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Waiting idly, alone now in the suite, Bill poured himself another drink. As 
he sat there he could hear doors opening and shutting somewhere up the hall 
and Ramon's voice calling out to someone. He reasoned that everything must 
be all right, that Fran had found Liz and that they would return soon. 

But after nearly five more minutes of complete silence he got up uneasily, 
feeling now that something must be wrong. He walked to the door and opened 
it quietly. As he stuck his head out to look up the hall, he was met by a 
throaty growl a few feet away. Glancing down he saw a huge German Shepherd 
sitting there on its haunches. 

Bill moved cautiously to leave the suite without exciting the big dog, but 
as soon as he placed one foot outside the door Bruno came up on all four 
feet and walked menacingly toward him growling even more deeply in warning. 
The dog was almost up to him before Bill retreated back inside the suite, 
shutting the door once again. 

"Maybe he'll go away if I'm quiet," Bill muttered to himself as he sat down 
once more to wait out the animal. After a minute or two he got up and 
quietly approached the door once again. But he had no sooner put his hand on 
the knob, when the dog growled again, this time the sound came from directly 
outside the door. Still, he started to reopen it gingerly. He had no more 
than moved it outward a quarter of an inch when the dog, viciously growling, 
lunged toward it. Bill caught a flash of the dog's head, teeth bared, before 
the weight of the heavy body slammed against the door closing it once again. 

Stepping away, Bill breathed nervously. At least that dog couldn't get to 
him as long as he kept the door shut, he realized. But how long must he stay 
here like this? What in hell was happening to Fran and Liz? He must do 
something he realized. He couldn't just stay here, not knowing if the two 
girls were in danger. 

He glanced around the room looking for something that might quiet down the 
ferocious dog just outside. Take some food and throw it out to him, he 
thought. But the dinner had already been thoroughly cleared away. Get a 
chair or something to fend him off? But then he realized that this was no 
normal dog out there, but a guard dog that could be stopped by nothing short 
of shooting it. No, he had to get out of the suite from some other exit than 
the door in front of which the dog was waiting. 

Then he remembered that he'd noticed a balcony reaching around the hotel 
here on the second floor. That was it, the balcony! If he could only get out 
on the balcony. 

He quickly went to the big French windows, pushed the curtains to one side, 
and found it no problem at all to open them. In a few seconds he was 
standing outside on the balcony feeling the muggy heat in contrast to the 
air-conditioned room inside. 

Moving on his tip toes, he began to make his way carefully in the direction 
that Fran had gone. He passed one darkened window, and tried to peer inside, 
but could not see a thing. Some light was spilling from the next window, and 
he approached it carefully. Flattening his back against the wall, he inched 
his body close to the edge of the window frame and with extreme care craned 
his neck so that just a small slice of the room was visible. An overhead 
spot illuminated several short-wave radios and the other communications 
equipment banked on three walls. Nothing else could be seen. 

He tilted his head a bit further and could see one chair and the very end of 
a couch. Now a man's hand reached up, as though from a lying position on the 
couch and grasped the edge. Bill could see the straining muscles of the 
man's darkly tanned bare arms. He moved his head just a fraction of an inch 
further so that he would be able to see more. 

What came before his eyes staggered him as few things ever had in his life 
before. On the couch was Fran, his own wife! Naked! With Ramon! They were 
nakedly locked in the most obscene of positions, sixty-nining each other! 
Ramon's head was toward the window, his face buried deep between Fran's long 
sleek thighs. Underneath, she writhed with her face pressed hungrily up 
between his hairy legs. Shocked into immobility, the stunned young husband 
watched the thick sword of the Cuban's mammoth cock spear deep in his wife's 
eagerly sucking mouth, sawing its wet, throbbing way between her tightly 
ovalled lips. Sick now, Bill saw Fran's face slavishly working at the 
lipstick-smeared penis of another man! While that man?almost a total 
stranger too?burrowed his hotly searching tongue deeper into her glistening 
wide-open cunt! What had Ramon done to her to force her to do this? Bill's 
mind reeled. She couldn't be doing this of her own volition! She couldn't! 
Never in their deepest intimacies had his wife ever seemed willing to even 
allow Bill to kiss her quickly there. And now here was her head bobbing and 
tightly compressed lips sucking at this prick as though it was food in the 
mouth of a starving child. 

Bill watched grimly as Fran's frantically trembling legs opened wider and 
wrapped themselves up around Ramon's corded neck, pulling his head deeper 
and deeper into the steaming cauldron of her cunt. The two people were 
twisting and turning as a single body, locked lewdly together in their 
sixty-nine position. Bill wanted to close his eyes to this salacious, 
adulterous betrayal by his young wife, yet he found himself drawing in even 
closer as a wild angry excitement began building up in his groin. My God! 
This was his own wife sucking another man's cock with hungry relish, like a 
common whore?while Ramon's long, saliva moistened tongue worked hotly in and 
out of her voluntarily open cunt. 

In side the room, Fran fought helplessly against her crazily conflicting 
emotions and desires. She had been repelled at first, wanting to die, when 
the blunted rubbery tip of Ramon's thick penis sought to enter her lips. 
Hopelessly, she had felt it push through her vainly resisting teeth and 
deeply into her warm wet throat, her mouth salivating around it as the head 
of his cock burrowed far up, into her widely stretched mouth. It was, for 
the most part, tasteless, but its heated throbbing length was a living 
thing... vaguely exciting. Ramon's own attentions to her felt so good that 
she sensed his lips with her whole lower body, felt the ridges of his teeth 
against her sensitive pubic mound and the maddening flicker of his hot 
tongue licking the perfumed secretions of her helplessly aroused pussy, and 
she moaned inarticulately as the wet, long length of it swished at her 
quivering clitoris again and again. 

"Suck," he commanded, lifting his head. "Suck and lick me." 

Uncertainly she did as he ordered, knowing that unless she sucked to 
please?sucked to end it rapidly?that Ramon was capable of keeping her here 
until Bill discovered them. Besides, what real alternative did she have if 
she hoped to keep Ramon from Liz, wanted to keep the damning TV film from 
Bill? The blackmailed young wife ran her tongue wetly around and around his 
heatedly throbbing cock's head and timidly at first?then with increasing 
confidence as she heard him moan rapturously?teased the tiny open slit at 
the tip. Suddenly, as Fran felt his long, hot tongue drive deep into her 
wildly quivering cunt, she oddly felt as though she wanted to repay the 
pleasure, and pulled her mouth away to begin licking and nibbling at the 
sensitive underside of his cock. Soon both were moaning almost continuously 
and their bodies writhing in a wanton abandonment as the delicious 
sensations built up to an intolerable pressure in their loins. The two 
figures on the couch were so engrossed with each other, they did not notice 
Bill's stricken, white face pressed against the window-pane like some 
ghostly, accusing apparition. If they had, they would have seen his features 
in a grotesque mask of confusion, desire, and rage. 

For more than a minute he watched the lewdly, thrashing pair just inside the 
glass. His mind was a blank in the face of the sight that seemed to be 
overturning his whole life. What could he do? Break in the window and force 
them to stop? No, Fran would not be engaged in this act so willingly unless 
she wanted it, wanted the long hard cock of this man sunk deep inside her 
lips. Bill watched the way her cheeks swelled to fit the whole length of the 
swarthy man's swollen cock deep into her hungry, sucking mouth, and the way 
her hands tenderly and lovingly played with his balls which were bouncing 
around her chin, her neck. 

In spite of his revulsion and hurt, the sight strangely excited him. Seeing 
his own previously pure young wife in such an obscene position of total 
depravity with another man caused his already erect and throbbing cock to 
balloon even further until he was sure it was about to burst. 

Eagerly, masochistically, he found himself wishing that he could be there 
inside on that couch too, sucking his wife in such absolute abandon. The 
bitch! He'd ream her asshole out while Ramon sucked that little pink pussy 
right out of her loins! His marriage seemed instantly unimportant somehow. 
She was just a wanton woman inside there submitting to any man's depraved 
desires with frenzied hungers of her own. Bill licked his lips trying to 
think of a way he could join in some way. The hi-jack leader did, after all, 
have them all completely in his power. 

And then it was too late, for even through the heavy weather-proofed window, 
Bill could hear Ramon shout, "Suck harder, I'm cumming!" Bill saw the 
swarthy man suddenly flex his lips and seemingly try to push his suddenly 
spewing cock down Fran's greedily working throat. Gasping for breath, the 
young American woman swallowed and choked and gagged, then frantically 
pushed his smothering loins away from her face. Ramon's prick continued to 
shoot out its heated load of pearly sperm, convulsively spurting against her 
lips and cheeks, running in warm silver rivulets down her chin and neck. 

Fran, however, was oblivious to his hot, white cum splattering her face and 
breasts, for Ramon's tongue and teeth had begun an even more savage sucking 
at her wildly quivering cuntal lips?driving her almost insane with ecstatic 
surges of erotic sensation... until, without warning, her orgasm was on her! 

"Aiiieeee, I'm cumming... Oh God!!!" she screamed. 

Bill watched his young wife's wildly writhing figure, then?shoulders 
slumping and unable to bear the torture anymore?turned back toward the 
reception room from which he had escaped. 

Abruptly, he was savagely angry. He wanted to strike out-to kill! Ramon. It 
was Ramon who had brought them here against their wills, Ramon who had made 
a wanton whore out of his wife, Fran. Yes, goddamnit, he'd kill the swarthy 
son of a bitch! 

Bill felt his way along the balcony wall until he came to the next window. 
No light was visible from inside. Immediately, he began trying to force the 
window open until his insane pawings at the frame were interrupted by a 
fearful voice from inside. 

"Who is that? Wh-who's there?", the voice said. 

It was Liz! 

"Open the window," he ordered, his muscles set and trembling. 

"B-Bill? Is that you, Bill?" The young girl's timid voice answered from just 
the other side of the glass, her words still a bit slurred from the wine she 
had drunk at dinner. 

Now in the dim light Bill could see her lips and eyes and long blonde hair, 
her hands pressed against the other side of the glass. Her face was so much 
like Fran's face?the face which had been flooded and smeared with that 
bastard Ramon's cum. 

"Open the goddamned window," Bill repeated. 

Finally Liz managed to push open the window and the outraged husband leapt 
into the room like an animal. In his insane fury, he grabbed the young girl 
who looked so much like his wife, pawing at her breasts, as he brutally 
shoved her back into the room. His hips were buffeting her pelvis, while his 
hands savagely kneaded her softly fleshed buttocks through the lacey 
material of her jump suit. 

"Bill... oh, Bill," the girl crooned drunkenly, still heatedly aroused from 
Ramon's recent assault on her young breasts. Liz responded fervently to her 
brother-in-law's maddened advances and began pulling at his clothes with 
motions just as frantic as his. A surge of wanton joy leapt through her as 
she felt his hands gruffly ripping down the zipper of her jumpsuit and then 
yanking the garment down over her hips in one smooth motion. As soon as the 
suit was down around her ankles, the girl impatiently kicked it away to 
stand nakedly trembling before him. Her own hands were busy tugging at his 
clothes, and seconds later his trousers were down around his ankles. She 
moved in close to the raging figure, eagerly trying to fit his penis into 
the hungrily excited slit between her thighs. She could feel the immensity 
of his swollen penis pounding heatedly against her naked stomach again and 
again. This was Bill and she wanted him very badly. Whatever it would mean 
for both of them, she knew that she could not stop it now. 

"Bill, oh, Bill, fuck me... please fuck me," she moaned obscenely in her 
worried passion, reaching for his long, hotly throbbing cock. Her slender 
fingers clasped tightly around the huge fleshy rod and she began tugging on 
it desperately as she lowered her body to a half-squat. 

The weight of Bill's lust-wracked body pressed hard against her and, 
off-balance, they clawed at one another, staggering backwards to fall in a 
heap on the soft carpet. Silently, like some wild mute rapist, Bill was all 
over her?sobbing out his frustration, wanting to get his painfully pulsating 
cock buried to the hilt in her eagerly waiting young pussy. Liz struggled to 
her hands and knees, trying to crawl and reach the bed that was against the 
wall, but her brother-in-law was on her from behind, grunts of agonized lust 
coming from deep within his heaving chest. They were both on all fours?like 
animals?and his pants were wadded around his ankles now as he finally 
succeeded in grabbing her hips from behind and pulling her smooth white ass 
cheeks back against his long, massively beating cock. He shoved forward, 
feeling his prick sliding down the heatedly moist crevice to scrape at his 
sister-in-law's hot, passion-drenched pussy lips. 

Liz could feel his whole angry body over behind her slavishly kneeling form 
and she arched up and back to him?her hot, hungry need for being fucked just 
as great as his. Bracing herself on one hand, she reached back between her 
legs and groped for his fleshy rigidness in a desperate effort to guide it 
into the heated opening of her impatiently quivering vagina. 

With this, Bill thrust his hips heavily forward and his voraciously 
searching cock raced up into the young girl, parting the soft, heated folds 
of her open vagina as it rammed without mercy up into her gratefully 
accepting depths. 

"Aaaaagghh." Liz's voice was almost a shriek of pain?almost a cream of 
animal rapture. 

He bore deeper into the warmly clasping walls of her cunt like a rampaging 
bulldozer, burying himself completely in her and groaning in lewd delight as 
his balls slapped against the white, soft moons of her young, upturned ass 
cheeks. The girl's mouth opened and closed in silent torment from the 
pressure of having her brother-in-law fucking so deep and far up inside her 
painfully heaving belly. God, she had thought Charles had filled her, but 
now she could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein on her sister's husband's 
rigidly imbedded staff. She whimpered as he began thrusting in and out of 
her tightly clinging little pussy, wiggling her buttocks around in tiny 
little circles trying her best to accommodate the whole pulsating hardness. 

Liz could feel Bill's testicles slamming up against the soft wide-spread 
lips of her pussy, could feel the maddening tickle of the scrotum's bristly 
hair brushing again and again against her clitoris. The swollen pink lips of 
her tightly clasping little vagina drew back each time Bill lifted himself 
to pump his lust-hardened cock even deeper into her, the fleshy outer layers 
of her cunt clutching at his penis as though reluctant to let it come out. 
She moaned in ecstasy as his hands reached beneath her ribs to knead the 
dangling ripeness of her breasts and as he bit the side of her slender young 
neck and groveled his head hard into her smooth sun tanned back. 

Finally, almost wordlessly and in total passion, they were joined together. 
Everything that had been aroused for the first time by Charles that 
afternoon blossomed forth anew inside Liz, and she responded to Bill's 
rapacious attack with every bit of energy in her strained young body. Her 
mind swirled with pleasure as she felt the pulsating hugeness of her 
brother-in-law's penis, boring deeper and deeper into her from behind. She 
revelled in a wanton abandonment that was spectacular in its lewd beauty. 
"Fuck into me harder," she cried joyously, "Fuck my cunt harder!" 

Bill was thinking nothing, he was aware of almost nothing except that this 
was a woman who was a carbon copy of his wife, Fran: Fran there in the next 
room with the Cuban's cock sunk deep into her hungrily sucking mouth. 
Gradually, the black impenetrable mist of his anger dissipated under the 
heat of his wife's younger sister's urgency. Astonished, he looked down. 
This wasn't Fran! It was Liz! ? Liz who was so like Fran, her lithe young 
body straining back to his every plunge into her wonderfully heated vaginal 
depths. And he had always wanted Liz since meeting her when he first began 
dating Fran years ago. He had imagined her like this?on all fours, being 
fucked dog fashion by him?but had always pushed these salacious thoughts 
guiltily away. After all, it was Fran, this girl's sister, who was his wife! 

Underneath him the young girl became wilder and wilder as her breath rasped 
hoarsely out of her chest; her smooth white buttocks rose to meet his every 
desire-driven thrust, and each time he buried his hotly pounding prick to 
the hilt she wiggled her naked body wildly, like a dog shaking water from 
itself. 

Their joint cries were a confusion of grunts and groans as they tore madly 
on, the sweat of passion dripping heatedly from their bodies falling to the 
carpet below. Liz could feel her knee caps grind into the soft carpet as 
Bill seemed to be trying to hammer her through the floor. But, oh, it was so 
great! Oh, wow! 

"Never stop... oh God, fuck me forever," she crooned, shaking her long hair 
from side to side. 

Then, abruptly, the dark room was flooded with light as the door to the 
hallway was opened suddenly. From beneath Bill's still heaving form, Liz 
looked out groggily in the direction of the door to see the silhouetted 
Hans, standing with hands on hips. His big dog, Bruno was alertly poised at 
his side. 

Get him, Bruno," ordered Hans curtly. 

With a thunderous growl, almost a roar, the dog entered the room. Sensing 
what would happen, with almost a superhuman effort Liz forced herself upward 
pushing her brother-in-law off her back. 

"Bill, Bill, look out," she screamed. 

Bill's head came up to see the apparition of the fearsome dog lunging at 
him. Almost falling backward, he staggered to his feet and threw a chair at 
the dog. It didn't stop the animal, but it did slow him down long enough for 
Bill to leap through the open window. Once in the safety of the balcony, he 
quickly slammed the window behind him just as Bruno's body hurtled against 
the glass, unsuccessful once again. The glass did not break. Bruno fell 
back, growling, and then on command padded back to his master who still 
stood ready in the doorway. Hans had not moved from his position with hands 
on his hips. He cruelly smirked down at the panting, terrified young girl 
who nakedly cringed on the rug. Suddenly he laughed and the sound was the 
brittle bark of an animal. 

"You breathe fast," he said in a guttural voice. "You have not been fucked 
enough, eh?" 

Liz, beginning to tremble now, started to rise, but the dog's threatening 
growl and Hans sudden command "Stay there," froze her hands and knees. 

"Answer me, bitch!" the guard suddenly snarled. 

"Who... what?" the girl blinked at him through eyes that would not focus; 
her head swayed slowly from side to side causing her long blonde hair to 
move like a golden curtain back and forth over her ripely quivering breasts. 

"It is plain that you have not been fucked enough yet," he repeated and 
tapped his boot toe on the floor thoughtfully. "Our leader, Ramon, has said 
we must take care of the needs of all our guests and keep them happy." He 
snorted, a vicious sound far more menacing than a warning, and said, "We 
will see you get enough fucking." 

Hans turned to the giant German Shepherd, "Good dog. Fuck her. Fuck!" 

It took almost five seconds for the words to penetrate the drunken young 
girl's consciousness, and by that time Bruno was behind her. Liz tried to 
crawl forward but a savage growl froze her into immobility. Oh God! The 
Cuban couldn't be serious?not a dog! Not an animal! 

The petrified girl looked around fearfully and saw Bruno right in back of 
her, his long red tongue hanging hungrily out. She could hear his panting, 
and suddenly realized he was breathing almost as rapidly as she. Then she 
felt his cold muzzle gently touched between her warmly wet buttocks. 

Bruno's tail began to lash excitedly back and forth as his glistening tongue 
took a long exploratory lick of the girl's fully cringing little anus and 
then came up underneath, lapping the whole heated length of her moistly 
unfulfilled cunt. 

"Oooohhh!" the young girl's eyes widened as the first overpowering 
sensations aborted out all of her inhibitions and brought on a 
recurrence?intensified?of her earlier shameless arousal. From her erect 
little clitoris and quivering pink pussy lips to the puckering ring of her 
asshole, the dog's long, wet tongue coursed backwards and forwards with a 
vile slurping sound. Involuntarily, Liz began pushing herself backwards 
closer to the source of her wanton pleasure. Bill had been forced to flee 
the room when she was only a few seconds from cumming, and the desire to 
finish?to have the same beautifully explosive experience that she had first 
enjoyed only hours ago with Charles?was overwhelming her. She didn't care 
now how it happened, she just wanted it to happen! 

Gropingly, Liz reached around behind her upraised buttocks and pulled the 
dog's head even closer, forcing its excitedly flaring nostrils underneath 
and into her widely distended cunt, as she spread her violently trembling 
thighs as far apart as possible and raised her ass high in lewd offering to 
the heavily panting animal. 

Bruno sniffed at the young girl's now heatedly throbbing pussy lips, then 
his saliva moistened tongue licked three or four times in rapid succession 
before worming its long length into her ecstatically writhing cunt. 

Abruptly he pulled his nose away! 

Liz's loud wailing moan of disappointment ended almost the second it began, 
as the big German Shepherd put his front legs over her back and, in an 
instant, had mounted the girl, his forepaws locking around her waist in a 
tight animal-like embrace. At once, the dog's wetly shining penis appeared 
growing rapidly from underneath the hairy stomach. As the dog fought to 
mount higher, his long, hardening penis sought the fevered opening of Liz's 
eagerly quivering cunt. Finally, it found its mark and drove its long red 
shaft deep into the moistly heated depths of the girl's pussy, bucking madly 
as he tried to go deeper, deeper... deeper! 

"Aaaaaggghhh. Goo-ooood! Ohhhh... " she could force no words from her 
pleasure and lust tightened throat. 

Liz's breasts danced beneath her as the German Shepherd drove his animal 
haunches, harder and harder up between her open buttocks. Her mouth hung 
laxly open in wanton abandonment and her naked young body churned before him 
as the Shepherd's scarlet penis, pounding hotly into her frantically 
twitching vagina, rapidly brought her close to orgasm, promising to complete 
the joy that her sister's husband had left unfinished. The dog's panting 
tongue licked maddeningly at her shoulder blades as the girl savagely ground 
her firmly round buttocks higher and higher back at him?tighter up against 
him. 

"Yes, yes!" she moaned, wanting to weep from the gloriously erotic 
sensations. 

Bruno howled as his heated sperm began to spew deep up into her insanely 
writhing body. Then, with one last ramming thrust of his penis into her, Liz 
felt herself cumming too and, convulsing wildly as the powerful surges of 
ecstasy jolted her body, collapsed face down on the rug. The dog pulled 
away, his sperm-drained cock rapidly deflating and disappearing back into 
its furry sheath below. He sniffed for a moment at the young girl's back and 
then padded wearily over to his smirking master who had stood leeringly 
watching the salacious spectacle from the doorway. 

Now Hans advanced toward the still slowly undulating body of the young girl, 
unbuckling his wide black belt and stripping off his T-shirt as he came. 

"Turn over on your back," he ordered harshly, "and spread your legs wide!" 

Liz looked back over her shoulder in an uncomprehending fear of what was to 
come next. She watched Hans stepping out of his trousers; he was a powerful 
looking brute, in spite of the paunch that slightly bulged out over his 
thick heavily ridged cock. 

Without a word, the guard lowered himself on his back to the floor and 
roughly pulled Liz over on him so that she lay face down on top of him, her 
knees drawn up and straddling his hips. Unable to resist the strength of his 
brawn arms, she felt her hips being lifted heavily and then lowered so that 
her hotly throbbing cunt was skewered on Han's massive flesh pole. She felt 
his rigid hardness slide in all the way, effortlessly. 

"Move your ass up and down," he ordered her brusquely. His big hands, like 
meat hooks, grasped her ripe, young breasts, and she was nearly sickened by 
his beady, pig-like eyes leering up at her. 

Liz could feel his swollen cock pushing deep up inside her heatedly 
moistened vagina, flooded and wet now from the German shepherd's cumming 
into her just a few moments before. Her legs and arms felt as though they 
would fall off from exhaustion. Still in the throes of a euphoria induced by 
her climax, she was too relaxed to do his bidding. 

"Move your snooty little butt!" Han's ordered her again, louder this time, 
and from the doorway, Bruno growled in warning. 

Terrified, the young girl attempted to obey; she had raised her buttocks 
partially up when, suddenly the door was thrown open once again and Ramon 
was nakedly standing there watching her complete helpless impalement. The 
frightened girl looked pitifully up at the hi-jack leader from her 
impalement atop the rock-like Hans, and shuddered when she saw his long, 
flaccid penis begin to stir and rise, growing thicker and longer as it rose 
until it was just an angrily throbbing shaft jutting out at an angle from 
his groin. 

The lewd sight sent a shiver through her body and, for the first time, Liz 
really felt the true hugeness of Han's cock far up inside of her vagina. She 
could feel all of its wonderfully corrugated ridges pressing in against her 
suddenly softly receptive flesh. She found herself finally beginning to move 
as Hans had ordered her to do, tentatively at first, but with increasing 
confidence sliding her moistly clasping cunt almost expertly up and down his 
heated rod. 

At the same time Ramon moved quietly from the door to a position behind the 
intently working girl. He stared hotly at the smoothly, rounded cheeks of 
her young ass and then put his hands on her shoulders from behind and 
dropped to his knees. 

"I want you too, baby," Ramon breathed heavily. "I want to fuck your asshole 
while Han's fucks your cunt. 

The obscene remark and electrifying touch of the Cuban leader's fingers on 
her naked buttocks made the girl impatiently grind her heated vagina on 
Han's thick cock rammed up into her belly from below. A lewd smile crossed 
the guard's dull, sweating face, but it didn't matter to Liz, nothing 
mattered now. His heavy, rigid penis felt like a shaft of hotly pulsating 
steel inside her as she slowly began to respond to Ramon's caresses from 
behind. 

The Cuban leader's hands wandered all over her young sweat-drenched body, 
coursing down ward over the ridges of her spine and worming into the moist 
crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks, until his hand finally 
reached her tightly puckered little anus. Only then did Liz wince in sudden 
fear, and then stifled a cry of alarm as he used his thumb to separate the 
soft moons of her ass, prying them open until she felt the coolness of the 
air against her anus. Oh God, what was he going to do to her? He said he was 
going to "fuck" her there, but that wasn't possible?was it? She tried to 
tense her quivering buttocks back together, but he dug his fingers so 
cruelly into her soft flesh that, with a loud moan, she relaxed and allowed 
him to do as he wished. The young American girl was totally helpless now, 
trapped between the two lust crazed men. Ramon's middle finger began 
pressing in against the tight elastic opening of her tiny puckered asshole. 
The pressure built up until finally it thrust abruptly in through the tiny 
ring of tender flesh. At once, he began to probe deeply into the warm 
velvety depths of her rectum while with his other hand he stroked his 
thickly swollen cock in preparation for the ultimate humiliation of his 
young victim: Liz had begun to get used to the feeling when abruptly he 
jerked his finger out of her asshole; it came out with a long soft farting 
sound, which caused the man fucking into her from below to laugh aloud. The 
drunken young girl gasped out piteously as she felt Ramon's blood-engorged 
penis pressing hotly against her tightly resisting little rectal opening. 
Rearing forward to escape the discomfort of this new impalement, she only 
succeeded in smashing Han's massive cock harder up against her cervix 
inside. Dazed by the unexpected pain in her deeply impaled young pussy, she 
frantically jerked backwards again, and Ramon's throbbing staff finally 
popped through the straining elastic ring of her anus. The spongy blood 
engorged head disappeared slowly into the tightly resisting little opening. 

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" God, they were killing her! They would rip her apart! 
Sweating, feeling some pain himself from the extreme tightness, Ramon 
hammered his rigidly hard cock in inch by tortured inch until with a groan, 
he was buried to the hilt in the helplessly writhing young girl's asshole. 

Only a thin membrane between her anus and cunt separated the two heavily 
throbbing cocks, and her whole belly seemed filled with heatedly pulsating 
male flesh. Now she felt them begin to move inside her belly, slowly at 
first and then, like some ancient, two-piston engine starting to pick up 
speed, the two thickly expanded cocks began slamming into her with explosive 
force. Within seconds they had established a natural rhythm, buffeting her 
naked body limply between them, and soon the helpless girl's moans of pain 
faded to a low whimper of passionate pleading, First her hips moved 
backwards to meet Ramon's plunging penis, causing his blood-engorged balls 
to smack lewdly against her smooth upturned asscheeks?then she thrust 
forward and her voracious pussy eagerly swallowed the whole of Han's thickly 
pulsating penis. 

"Ooooh, ooooh, ooohhh," she chanted in a masochistic ecstasy as they fucked 
more and more wildly into her wantonly writhing body. She felt like a 
helpless slave being ravaged in the most obscene way possible by two cruel 
rapists, and she revelled in the dual rape. Uncontrollable spasms of delight 
began to build deep in her belly with each stroke of the rhythmically 
pistoning shafts. Her body was gone, her mind was gone... she was nothing 
now but a red-hot mass of sensation and desire. Baring her teeth in 
animal-like rapture, she shrieked out her impending orgasm. 

"Aaaaggghh... Aaagghh... Yeeeeesss... Yessss... Oh, don't stop!... I'm 
CUUUMMMINNGG!!" 

With a long, satisfied moan the trembling exhausted girl collapsed into 
unconsciousness down against the Cuban guard's massive chest. She did not 
feel anything further as the two hotly aroused men buffeted her limp body 
between them until finally they too exploded up inside her draining the last 
of their hot white sperm deep into her wide-stretched rectum and cunt, which 
only that morning had still been virginal and pure... 

The next morning, she awoke safe in her own bed in the cabana with a raging 
headache from all the wine. She could not remember who had brought her there 
the night before. But, the most surprising thing of all was that Fran was 
lying in the bed beside her. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

After Bill had managed to dive out onto the balcony in time to shut the 
window behind him in the snarling face of the savage dog, he leaned for a 
moment gasping for breath on the rail over the garden and fastened up his 
pants. Then, fearful that Hans would open the window and send the German 
Shepherd out after him, he quickly moved away. His mind was a swirl of 
thoughts of Fran, of Liz, of his own unsatisfied and rudely interrupted 
lust. In him, a dull anger was beginning to intensify, becoming hotter by 
the second. He began to ask himself again and again what in the hell had 
possessed Fran to allow herself to be fucked in the mouth and used like a 
whore, to want to be used the way she had been a few minutes before with the 
swarthy hi-jack leader. 

Fran was his wife! Dammit, they had always done everything together! Did 
this mean that she had been cheating on him all along? How could she have 
taken another man's hotly throbbing penis into her wide-open mouth when she 
seemed almost ashamed to touch his? 

He didn't know what horrible sight might meet his eyes if he looked into the 
communications center window again, and he was tempted to turn his head away 
when he paused this time. Still, though, an almost masochistic curiosity 
made him pause, then peek. 

The couch was empty! Where were they? Where had that son of a bitch, Ramon, 
taken Fran? What other filthy, perverted thing were they engaged in now? He 
found himself trembling almost uncontrollably in a frustrated anger so great 
that he felt he could gladly kill the hi-jack leader and his own wanton 
whore of a wife! 

The young husband started to move past the window when Fran's solitary, 
still naked figure came into view. Her back was to him and she was just 
snapping on her bra. Bill looked around the room carefully and saw that she 
was alone. Quietly, he watched her pick up her white bikini panties and pull 
them up over her ripely flaring hips. Then she began to wiggle into her 
white mini dress, the twin fleshy globes of her gracefully rounded ass 
twitching provocatively as she shifted weight to pull the garment down over 
herself. 

With a roar like a wounded bull, Bill crashed his forearms and shoulders 
against the window in front of him. The latch gave way, the screws ripping 
completely out of the frame, and he almost fell into the room, spinning 
desperately to keep his balance, as he charged his now petrified wife with a 
series of maniacal groans of rage. 

Fran let out a little shriek as she heard the wood splintering behind her 
and a dark figure hurtled through the window. The apparition was less than 
three feet away from her before she realized it was her husband. The 
terrified housewife hadn't had time to say anything before he was on her, 
clawing at her clothes. With a loud sound of ripping cloth, Fran felt her 
white mini being torn down from her shoulders. 

"Bill... Bill!" she pleaded, but her only answer was a crescendo of even 
louder animal-like growls, as her tattered dress fell in a heap around her 
ankles. His hand savagely caught the elastic band at the top of her white 
satin bikini panties, and with one vicious jerk, they were ripped from her 
wildly trembling loins. 

"Bill... for God's sake, what's wrong?" she screamed, then recoiled as 
though she had been struck when he dug both hands inside the top of her bra 
and simply yanked; her softly gleaming, melon-like breasts spilled out, 
quivering in their new found freedom. 

The young wife cringed, disbelieving, as he savagely pulled down his 
trousers and shorts permitting his long, fully-erect penis to leap up in 
front of him like a battering ram. The massively throbbing shaft was still 
glistening from Liz's excited cuntal secretions and the Cuban, Ramon's, 
saliva. 

Fran attempted once more to calm her nakedly enraged husband but he gave her 
a chance to do no more than cry out once more in shock and pain as he forced 
her brutally down to her hands and knees on the floor. Like a savage animal 
he was on her at once, his immense fleshy rod jabbing furiously in the 
slippery crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks. 

Fran was barely able to get her hands out in front of herself in time to 
keep her head and whole body from being shoved into the rug as Bill began 
tearing at her whole backside, seeking entry to her anus. The massively 
heated head slipped away from her cringing rectal entrance twice, then 
popped through. 

"Bill, no Bill, please not there-it's too big," Fran cried in despair and 
pain. 

But he seemed not to have heard her pleas and shoved mercilessly on, 
dragging her voluptuously rounded hips back onto his barbarous prick. 
Revenge by cumming in the asshole of his cheating wife was his only thought, 
the only goal, maddened as he was in a mixture of jealousy and guilt at his 
own recent infidelity in the adjoining room with Liz. 

"Oh God, Bill, it's too big," she screamed, as the first wave of agony 
really hit her when he started ramming the huge, impatiently pounding staff 
deeper and deeper into her tortured bowels. 

"Ramon's wasn't too big for your fucking throat," he bellowed almost 
incoherently. 

With a gasp of awareness, Fran realized that Bill knew, that he had seen her 
with Ramon. And just as quickly she realized that now she must do everything 
she could to appease his lust if there was ever to be anything between them 
again. She knew her actions during the cruel sodomizing rape by her own 
husband might either be the saving of their marriage or losing everything 
they had built together back in Shaker Heights. Beyond this simple fact she 
could hardly think because everything was fiery pain and more pain, as 
mercilessly he rammed again and again, forcing his huge cock far up into her 
softly resisting flesh. 

"Aaaaaaaagggghhh!" she finally screamed through tightly gritted teeth, her 
eyes wide in stunned disbelief, as his angry penis seemed to reach the 
limits of her ability to stand any more without fainting from the pain. But 
she knew she must go on, that she must please her husband now as she never 
had before, so she pushed herself back even further until she could feel and 
actually hear his sperm-bloated balls smacking loudly against the back of 
her nakedly trembling thighs. 

Now, as her hopelessly stretched little asshole began to accommodate the 
invading cudgel, the totality of the act took over from the pain of it, and 
Fran's head slowly started flailing from side to side, her long hair falling 
in golden confusion over her heavily straining breasts. Bill began making 
longer, smoother thrusts deep into the soft confines of her warm buttery 
rectum, and hoarse grunts of animal-like excitement bubbled from his throat. 
The excitement of this cruel act of sodomy began to rise in the young wife 
and she reached under herself and began to tickle his pounding balls gently, 
looking back once over her shoulder at his face to see the effect it was 
having on him. 

Bill was grunting more softly now and, with his massively throbbing cock 
buried far, far up into her heaving belly, he began slowly to come to his 
senses. It was then that he made the first signs of tenderness since the 
unnatural rape had begun; he reached beneath their writhing bodies, up 
between her open thighs, and parting the softness of her pubic hair, gently 
caressed her clitoris. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned, and his touch there was the most ecstatic thing she had 
ever experienced. Then he was digging his fingers into her hotly moistened 
cuntal opening?finger fucking her in rhythm with his sodomizing strokes. The 
action and reaction between finger and pussy, cock and anus, quickly brought 
her to a peak, and she began breathing frantically as she sought relief. 

Then, with a series of frightening shudders, Fran could feel Bill's long, 
hard penis begin to jerk in heated convulsions, exploding like a roman 
candle far up into the steaming depths of her bowels. 

Like the coming of a tornado, the delicious hot torrents of his sperm 
shooting wildly into her asshole touched off the most violent orgasm she had 
ever experienced. A hot tremor of pleasure rippled the length of her 
battered body. 

"Aaaaaiiieee, I'm cumming. Oh, God, I'm cumming, darling... darling... " She 
screamed in bliss as she felt herself falling face forward, convulsing in 
rapture, as his hot sperm ran down inside the softly yielding crevice of her 
brutalized buttocks and trickled further down the insides of her smooth 
hairless thighs. 

Fran realized that she was falling even further than the floor, and she kept 
on falling, falling, falling until the blackness of a satiated exhaustion 
rolled over her. She was asleep less than five minutes, but when she 
awakened?still nakedly lying on the floor of the communications center?she 
was alone. Bill, her own husband, had deserted her. She felt more alone than 
she had ever been in her life! 

Wretchedly, painfully, she began collecting the tattered remnants of her 
clothes and attempted to make herself presentable enough to at least get 
through the hotel lobby. 

She walked dejectedly back to the cabana, fighting tears all the way, and 
then all her rigidly-enforced composure evaporated in one sudden thunderclap 
of censure. 

Bill had locked her out of their cabana! 

Stricken, scalding tears blinding her, she ran next door to Liz's bungalow 
and threw open the door. Her younger sister was drunkenly asleep?face down 
on the bed?still in the exact same position she had fallen when Hans dumped 
her unconscious body from his shoulders a few minutes before. 

Miserably crawling into the other bed, Fran gave vent to her despair, and 
great shudders of shame and sorrow shook her body for hours... 

Fran awakened to find her sister staring through blood-shot eyes at her. For 
a split second she wasn't sure where she was or what had happened, then the 
events of the night rushed back into her mind. She closed her eyes, by that 
act hoping harsh reality would go away. 

"Do you feel as bad as I do?" Liz's sick voice came from the other bed. 

Fran couldn't answer, merely nodded once. 

"I threw up three times," the younger sister said with almost a touch of 
pride in her voice. 

Fran was silent. What a mess her neat orderly life had suddenly become. 
Twenty four hours earlier she had been just another nice, normal Shaker 
Heights housewife with an executive husband. Now she was no longer nice and 
certainly not normal?not with the vile perverted things she had done and had 
done to her?and she had no husband. She had been sure she was all cried out 
from last night, but abruptly the tears were back again. 

Somewhat blearily, Liz stared over toward her sister, saw the tears, and 
realized with a sudden hollow pit in her stomach that something really 
horrible had happened. "Sis... why aren't you with Bill?" she asked, her 
young voice sounding frightened. 

"He locked me out." 

"No! But why?" 

"He saw Ramon and me," the weeping wife sobbed. 

"Oh God!" Liz frantically tried to think of something to say?some way to 
help. "Didn't you tell him that you did it to protect me?" 

Fran sniffed. "He didn't give me a chance. He was like someone insane." 

"That son of a bitch," the young girl said succinctly. 

"Don't call him that," Fran said heatedly. "He had every reason to hate me." 

"Oh yeh? Well, I shouldn't be telling you this, but he... he... well, he was 
like an animal when he... when he made love to me." 

"God! No!" Fran said, her eyes wide, feeling everything was lost now. Bill 
had turned to her own younger sister in his despair. 

"It's all my fault," Liz said, beginning to wail. "It's all my fault. I 
flirted with Bill, then let Charles make love to me... and... then Hans and 
Ramon both at the same time... She shuddered. "I'm so... so evil!" 

Painfully, Fran got up from her bed, went to her loudly weeping sister's 
side, and took the girl in her arms. "Shush," she said, stroking Liz's hair. 
"Shush, you aren't evil, sweetiepie. No one could ever call you evil." 

"But... but I wanted Bill and Charles to... to do it to me. I let them. And 
then, when I was drunk last night-after Bill started making love to me, Hans 
came in right in the middle and Fran put her hand over the girl's mouth. "No 
more. No more. Try to forget it." 

That remark brought an even louder wail from Liz. "But how can I forget? I 
liked it!" 

And Fran, remembering Ramon's hungry mouth on her vagina, his long 
deliciously throbbing cock between her tightly compressed lips... and even 
the excitedly brutal sodomizing-rape by Bill, suddenly murmured, "So did I, 
God help me. I liked it, too!" 

The two women were staring oddly at one another, each surprised with this 
new knowledge of each other and of their own bodies. It was something they 
would have to think about individually; later?much later? they'd be able to 
discuss it. The corner of Fran's mouth twitched upward, and Liz blinked 
through her tears and dimpled. 

They heard the steps on the gravel outside, then a preemptory knock. Fran 
pulled the sheet close around her and opened the door. It was Hans! 

"Ramon wants to see both of you right away," he said gruffly, staring in 
with a lewd grin at Liz who turned her head disdainfully away. 

"Where?" asked Fran, not really caring. "In his office. I should warn you, 
he's not in a very good mood this morning," Hans said, acting as though he 
was happy to tell them about Ramon's foul temper?just to increase their 
alarm. 

The girls dressed in their bathing suits because it was faster and went to 
the hotel. The door to Ramon's office was open and they could see him 
working busily behind his desk. Entering timidly, they stood close to each 
other near the door. 

Ramon looked up, smiling thinly, "What I have to say has nothing to do with 
the fun and games of last night," he began. "As far as that part of it is 
concerned, I have no complaints. The problem this morning is that Charles 
still refuses to cooperate." 

"Oh no," exclaimed Fran, a hand going involuntarily to her face. 

"Yes, I'm afraid that's the case. And this time I have to tell you that it 
will go very badly for both of you unless, sometime before this evening, 
Charles is here in my office ready to give me the information and 
cooperation I need. I have several troops who are interested in Liz. They 
feel cheated at not having been able to see Bruno and your little sister 
putting on their act last night, Fran." 

Liz gasped and opened her mouth to say something. 

Repulsed by what he had said, but collected by this time, Fran cut off her 
sister by speaking first. "I think I understand what you mean, you bastard," 
she said acidly. 

"However you do it is up to you," replied Ramon with a sneer. 

Fran spun on her heel and taking Liz's hand abruptly, almost pulled her from 
the office. In the hallway Fran stopped and looked straight at Liz. 

"I'll go to Charles this time," Fran said to her little sister. You go back 
to the pool, or to your room; I don't care where the hell you go, just go," 
she added, turning to walk down the hall toward the lobby leaving Liz 
standing there. 

Within a minute Fran was at Charles's door, calmly, coldly preparing herself 
for the ordeal. She knew what Ramon expected her to do, and she knew she 
would do it... what did it matter now, anyway? Her marriage was ruined?Bill 
hated her too much even to be in the same room with her! In the past two 
days her self-respect had been totally destroyed, and Fran felt emotionally 
paralyzed. What did it matter if she acted like a whore to convince Charles 
to cooperate with Ramon... what did anything matter now, except getting away 
from this evil place safely and hoping to regain sanity enough to piece 
together the shattered fragments of her life?and Liz's. Right now her body 
was merely a tool, a means to an end. She knocked. 

Charles opened the door and his eyes widened in appreciation as he smiled 
warmly down at Fran. 

"You can't imagine how glad I am to see you! Ramon has locked me in here and 
won't let anyone else come in." 

"It must be terribly hard for you." Fran's cold voice was sarcastic, and 
Charles glanced at her sharply. 

"How did you get in here, anyway? Did Ramon send you?" 

"Yes, I guess you could say he sent me, either Liz or I." 

"Liz! A lovely girl, your sister!" Charles smiled, thinking of yesterday. 
The older sister was quite as attractive, and would probably be just as 
passionate as Liz had been. 

"Yes, she's lovely?and until yesterday she was also pure... and I was 
married to a man who loved and respected me. Now we've been destroyed, just 
because you're too damn selfish to think of anyone except yourself!" 

"Come on, my dear, you're over dramatizing... sit down and try to act calm." 
He took her hand and pulled her over to the bed. "Now I know it's been a bad 
time for you?it's not exactly fun for me, either, locked in here alone. But 
you don't understand the situation at... " 

"I certainly do understand!" interrupted Fran angrily, glaring at his 
handsome face. "You won't cooperate with Ramon, and you're making life hell 
for a lot of innocent people. I don't suppose you're interested, but the old 
man in 107 was on his way to see a heart specialist in Miami. His wife was 
crying in the hall this morning?she says without proper medication he'll 
have another stroke and die here without a doctor! And what about Liz and 
me? Ramon has already ruined our lives, and now he threatens to hurt us more 
if you don't talk to him. Liz is going to have to put on a lewd show with a 
dog in front of his troops. All because of you! You... you inhuman, selfish 
bastard." 

Charles stared at her for a long minute, till finally she turned away in 
embarrassment. "I'm sorry about the old man," he said slowly, "but not about 
you, or what your sister and I enjoyed together. She is a woman, I'm a man. 
Be honest with yourself, Fran... haven't you gained something from all 
this?" His voice was low and seductive. 

"I don't know what you mean!" Fran's voice was cold, but her eyes evaded 
his. 

"This is what I mean!" Charles leaned over and began gently covering her 
bare shoulders and neck with light, teasing kisses. "You like it, don't 
you... " His hands began caressing her ripely full, fleshy breasts through 
the thin fabric of her bikini. 

"Take your hands off me, Charles?unless you promise to go to Ramon! I mean 
it!" She stared at him furiously. "Are you going to do it?" 

"Will you do it, Fran?" Charles smiled at her with eagerly magnetic eyes. 

Fran's mouth was dry and she had to force the words through parched lips. 
"Yes, I'll let you fuck me if you go to Ramon." So now she had sold her body 
once again... she was truly a whore... and, incredibly, an unexpected shiver 
rippled up her thighs and belly at the lewd thought. Denying the unwanted 
sensation, she demanded "Well, are you going to do it or not?" 

Charles considered for a moment. "I suppose there's no alternative now with 
the old man's heart and Ramon's threat about Liz... but first I'll claim my 
payment!" His eyes slowly undressed her, and he spoke softly. "Take off your 
clothes, Fran!" 

She knew she had to endure this final humiliation, that there was no way 
out. It had been different committing adultery last night with Ramon; then 
she had been drunk. But now? In the harsh sober light of day? Hesitantly, 
she unfastened the bikini top and slipped out of the bottom, refusing to 
meet his eyes even though she could feel them hungrily studying the long 
curves of her sun-brown body and the slight purplish bruises from yesterday 
on her gracefully rounded buttocks and firm slender thighs. 

"Now he down and spread your beautiful legs open for me!" he ordered, and 
she complied stoically, ignoring the thrill that ran through her as cool air 
rushed over her sensitive vaginal flesh when she spread her already 
trembling thighs wide apart. She had to do this, but she was determined not 
to allow herself to react like a wanton whore as she had done yesterday. 

Charles stood above her, slowly drawing off his silk robe. His long, erectly 
hard cock, already glistening at the tip with drops of lubricant, throbbed 
obscenely at her. "I think I know what kind of woman you are, Fran. By the 
time I've had my payment from you, you'll be begging for more! Because you 
are even more of a woman than your sister." His voice was softly 
insinuating, and she felt her breath quicken involuntarily as an unwanted 
moisture seeped between her quivering thighs. 

He dropped down beside her and moved one hand to the smoothness of her full 
buttocks, pressing her reluctant body against his. "You feel so nice 
there... " he murmured, crushing his lips against hers and moving one hand 
over her heatedly cringing cuntal lips while the other hand continued to 
knead the silky flesh of her buttocks. His experienced fingers caressed 
slowly at first, then began a fast, rotating motion around her sensitively 
quivering little clitoris. 

Fran found it difficult to breath as the erotic sensations began radiating 
out from her groin. Oh God, her body was already betraying her again! She 
was truly depraved, a common, dirty whore, just as corrupt as any of these 
men. Fran's eyes filled with tears of guilty desire as she felt her vagina 
tingle and her pelvis begin grinding up against his warmly throbbing penis. 
She clenched her teeth tightly together and stifled a moan as the smooth 
rubbery tip of his cock began tantalizing her traitorously quivering, wet 
pussy lips. 

"Now I'm going to fuck you, Fran?fuck you like that husband of yours never 
has... fuck you till you scream... fuck you... fuck you... fuck you, you 
wonderful little whore... " His voice murmuring in her ear nearly drove her 
insane, and suddenly, to her own shocked surprise, she heard her voice moan. 
"Yes... fuck me, Charles... fuck me hard! Make it good for me. Please!" 

With a low, animal-like growl, Charles was on top of her, thrusting forward 
to drive his rigidly pulsing cock into her, thrusting forward to drive his 
rigidly pulsing cock into her eagerly gaping vagina with all the heated 
impatience of a teenaged boy. She gasped as the long throbbing penis slid 
far up into her warmly sucking sheath, racing into her until his velvety 
balls slapped lewdly against her ass cheeks and the rubbery cock tip pressed 
against her cervix. Waves of undeniable sensation shook her body and, 
groaning in wanton abandonment, she began to grind her steaming pussy up 
against his thick fleshy rod, drawing her knees up to meet his pounding 
thrusts. All right, she told herself, she was depraved and corrupt... but 
god, it was GOOD... so unbelievably good! The flaming desire coursing 
through the young wife's wildly flailing loins was the only thing that 
mattered now. This strong, powerful man was fucking her... and she wanted 
him and his big wonderful penis sunk deep up inside her more than anything 
else in the world! 

Fran gripped him even tighter between her thighs, opening and closing them 
in time to the long smooth thrusts that jolted her body. Soon, she was 
pounding her heels rapidly against her laboring buttocks, spurring him on, 
while she gyrated wildly beneath him. 

Suddenly he pulled away from her and withdrew his prick completely out of 
her. She lay there, shocked, moaning in wanton frustration. 

"Fran, is there any doubt in your mind that you're a hot, sensual woman who 
needs this kind of fucking?" 

"No... no," then impatiently she was begging him to continue, too hotly 
aroused now to care about pride or morals. "Fuck me, Charles. Oh God! Please 
fuck me, I need it." 

He pulled her eagerly trembling body toward him. "You fuck me this time," he 
whispered lewdly. "Get on top of me. You'll like it that way." 

Confused, Fran obeyed, not really knowing exactly what he wanted, but as she 
straddled his loins and he returned his thick, wetly glistening cock up into 
her fevered pussy, she realized that it reached wonderfully far up into her 
hungrily absorbing vagina. Excitedly, she began to grind her cunt up and 
down on his long hard thickness as if she were riding a horse. The twin 
moons of her ass rose and fell, rose and fell?gleaming warm, like shining 
ivory. Faster and faster she screwed onto him, her loins jerking 
spasmodically against his muscular hips. She was twisting her hips 
frantically now as their two panting bodies reached an unbearable peak of 
passion. Then she was there! 

"Aaaaaaggghhhhh... I'm cuuuuummmmmmming!" cried Fran, as with a violent jerk 
she collapsed writhing in ecstasy on his heaving, sweat-drenched chest. A 
few seconds later she heard his passionate groan, and the hot torrent of 
sperm began spurting deep into her heaving belly, mixing with her own still 
wildly churning juices. Limply, in exhausted bliss, they clung to each 
other, deflating penis still buried within the softly twitching cuntal 
walls. 

Minutes later, Charles pulled his glistening fleshy shaft from her 
overflowing pussy and said, "Now you must suck my cock hard again, and we 
will try something else exciting. 

Without repugnance, the young wife bent and placed her lips in homage around 
the flaccid penis?glistening wetly now from her own cuntal juices?and began 
a gentle nibbling. Almost at once, it was huge and throbbing again... 

Liz had watched with mixed emotions as her sister walked abruptly away from 
her and down the hallway leading toward Charles's suite. Last night Fran had 
protected her from Ramon?or at least thought she had?and now from Charles. 
The young girl had to admit that Fran could manage Ramon better than she 
could, and there was no doubt in her mind that Fran could also handle 
Charles. She sighed, finding her love and respect for her sister growing as 
each new unexpected facet of Fran's personality was uncovered. The two 
sisters had always been close, but now?just in these last twenty four 
hours?they were more than close, they were almost of one mind and one body. 

Thoughtfully, she began walking back to her cabana. Outside, by the pool, 
she saw Bill sitting dejectedly on his beach mat. She went over to him, 
uncertain of how to act. She was angry at the way he had treated Fran and 
yet, at the same time, she remembered how his wonderfully long throbbing 
cock had felt buried to the hilt in her warmly receptive vagina. She decided 
to play the whole thing cool, to see what tack he would take. 

"Hello," he said glumly. 

"Hi." 

There was a long silence, then he groaned, "Where's Fran?" 

"What do you care? You locked her out." 

He stared at her, a red flush of anger growing on his face, "Did she tell 
you why?" 

"Yes. She said you had seen her and Ramon making out together." The young 
girl paused and then gave him the harpoon, "Did you tell her that you raped 
me?" 

He blinked and now the red of his face was embarrassment. 

"Did you?" she persisted. 

"No." It was said softly, uncertainly. Then he added, "I'm sorry, I guess I 
lost my head." 

"No you didn't. You would have done the same thing yesterday afternoon if 
you'd really been given a chance." Liz inspected her fingernails. "I think 
it's called 'cheating', you would have cheated on your wife, yesterday 
afternoon, without reason." He started to interrupt but she stopped him 
immediately, "No... let me finish! You had no reason. Fran did! She was 
trying to protect me; Ramon was blackmailing her. She was protecting me, but 
what she didn't know was that I didn't really want to be protected. She had 
a reason for what she did. I didn't. You didn't." 

Bill stirred uneasily. God, he couldn't seem to think straight. What the 
girl was saying was the absolute truth. Christ, everything was so screwed 
up! He remembered the anger and the excitement he'd felt while watching his 
wife sucking that bastard Cuban, Ramon's, cock. He strongly suspected that 
moment was the first time he had ever thought of his wife as a woman?a 
highly sexed, hungry woman who could and would try to please a man. 

Liz watched the thoughts running like clouds across his face and wondered 
exactly what he was thinking. Gradually, his look of anger and defection 
began to be replaced by a look of resolution. He seemed to sit up 
straighter. Finally he said, "Where's my wife, Liz?" 

"Trying to get us released." 

"Is she with Ramon?" 

"I'm not going to tell you, you'd just do some thing stupid." 

Quickly, Bill got to his feet, paying no heed to Liz's entreaties to stay 
where he was. When the young girl jumped up and tried to grab his arm, he 
merely shook her off. 

Oh God, now I've done it, Liz thought. Ramon will kill him. "Bill, don't go. 
Come with me to the cabana. Look, you can make love to me, Bill. Don't go. 
Stay here, I want you to make love to me." The last was thrown in as a 
desperation measure. She didn't want anything happening to him... or to her 
sister. She would gladly let him fuck her, and it wouldn't all be 
self-sacrifice, either, because he had felt good inside of her. She was 
still attracted to him and probably always would be-just as he probably was 
to her, too. 

"I'll take a raincheck," he said, looking as if he really meant it. 

"Be careful... please!" 

Bill strode across the lawn and up the steps to the hotel. He went directly 
to Ramon's office and went in without knocking. The hi-jack leader looked 
up, surprised, as the door was wrenched open. Bill glanced around the room. 
"Where is she?" he demanded. 

"Who?" 

"My wife. The woman you blackmailed into helping you, into making love with 
you." 

"I see. She told you about the t.v. tape, eh? I'm surprised." 

Bill almost blurted out "what t.v. tape", when he decided to act as if he 
knew everything. Actually, when he had spoken of blackmail, he was talking 
about Fran trying to protect Liz. "Yes," he lied, "she told me everything. I 
want to see this t.v. tape." 

Ramon shrugged, uncaring, and turned the television set on. Immediately, his 
blonde young wife's nakedly writhing body filled the screen. Bill watched, 
holding his anger in abeyance, as he saw the hi-jack leader once again 
tongue fucking his wife. He moved in closer to the screen and stared at her 
face. It was contorted in passion, all right, but there was something else 
strange about it. Finally it hit him. "You drugged her," he said, turning to 
stare at the swarthy kidnapper. 

"Yes, of course. You didn't think she would permit that to be done to her by 
a virtual stranger." Ramon spoke as if her were explaining something to an 
idiot. 

"I'd like to kill you," the young husband said, and knew he meant it. 

Ramon shrugged. "You can't, so don't try it. I don't want to hurt anyone." 

Bill nodded angrily toward the screen, not caring to watch it any longer, 
"And that's your idea of not hurting anyone?" 

"It didn't hurt her, she rather enjoyed it... and she needed it, after you 
left her unsatisfied a little earlier." 

Bill recoiled. "She told you that?" 

"Yes, she did. Under the influence of the drug. But it was apparent even on 
the plane that she was a woman whose husband was not taking proper care of 
her. Nothing she said or did, but something about the way she looked. You 
haven't been a very thoughtful husband or lover, I would say." 

"I didn't care to come here to talk about my faults," Bill said. "I want to 
know where my wife if." 

"And I am not prepared to tell you at the moment." He glanced over toward 
the television set as it went white, and pursed his lips. "Do you want the 
t.v. tape? It's of no use to me any longer now that you know about it." 

"No... all I want is my wife." 

Ramon went over to the tape adapter and pushed the "rewind" and the red 
"erase" buttons at the same time. The machine whirled as the tape was 
erased. "It's all gone now," Ramon said, looking just a trifle sorry. "I 
would have like to have kept it after you all leave, to remind me that once 
there was a fabulous woman lying beneath me on that couch! He shrugged, "But 
perhaps it is just as well this way." 

Bill was tired of this verbal play, and his anger was coming back again. He 
balled up his fists and stood before the taller, huskier man. "Where is my 
wife?" he demanded again. 

Ramon smiled in warning under hooded eyes, then glanced at his watch. "She 
will be back at your cabana within an hour. That is all I am going to tell 
you." He pushed a button on the desk and immediately Hans and the big German 
Shepherd were in the room. The dog, as if sensing the tight atmosphere, 
growled softly. 

Ramon said, "Hans, take Mister Williams back to his room. Keep him there." 

Bill stared at the hi-jack leader, then nodded. "You said an hour. All 
right, let me tell you this. I don't care about your goddamned killer dog or 
your fat ugly guard here. If they get in my way at the end of the hour, I'll 
kill them if they don't kill me. That's a fact, and you'd better believe me. 
You've been pretty careful to make sure that no one gets hurt. Try 
explaining my murder to the United States... " He turned rapidly and started 
out of the room. 

Ramon stopped him. "None of that will be necessary, Mister Williams... Bill. 
I'm ordering you all released in about an hour, I would say. Later, when 
you've had a chance to think about it... you might thank your wife. She's 
the one who is responsible for your freedom. She's a fine woman; it's too 
bad you don't take better care of her." He held out his hand, which Bill 
refused to take. "Goodbye, then. We won't be seeing each other again." The 
hi-jack leader nodded his head, and Hans led the way out of the office and 
out of the hotel... with Bruno close behind. 

Bill had spent slightly more than forty five minutes in deep agonizing 
thought in his cabana, readjusting his whole outlook on marriage and Fran 
and himself. His self-appraisal made him realize that he had been a lousy 
husband, and that hurt. Fran had tried so many times to tell him of her 
needs... and he had known she had them, but pretended not to notice her 
groans of disappointment when he pulled out of her after lovemaking. Well, 
the solution to that wasn't something he could figure out by himself... it 
was something that had to be discussed with Fran... his wife. 

Whatever the outcome, he was going to do his damndest to keep her around, 
and it was going to be fun learning about each other's wicked little 
desires... and wants. There was no reason why Liz couldn't be included in 
the fun and games as well. Even Liz's boy friend, Al, when they got to 
Miami. Suddenly, with the thought of all the good things to come, he felt 
his penis beginning to stir in anticipation. 

Outside he heard the rising crescendo of cheers and applause. He went to the 
door, expecting to be met by Bruno, but the big German Shepherd and Hans had 
disappeared. He saw Liz running toward him from the pool. 

"We're leaving in an hour... we're leaving," she shouted happily, "Fran did 
it. Fran did it!" 

He looked beyond the young girl and saw his wife slowly trudging down the 
path toward them. She looked alone, dejected, hurt, vulnerable! 

Bill met her half-way and watched her expression change from shamed 
uncertainly to a radiant glow as he put his arm around her waist. 

All he said was, "Come on, hon. We're going home.". 

And that really, was all that was necessary for him to say... for it summed 
up everything. 


THE END
