Introduction

 

A steamy tale of kidnap, punishment and dark pleasure. Escape with our hapless heroine through dense, inhospitable jungle in the dead of night, as she flees a posse of callous, determined pursuers and fights her lonely way toward an unexpected sexual awakening.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Cassandra Ward, personal assistant to the chief executive officer of one of the largest mining conglomerates in South America, stretched her lovely, twenty-two year old body languorously on the narrow, rumpled bed.

Hovering above her the slim athletic figure of Allessandro, her boss's handsome, young chauffeur smiled as he thrust his still hard cock into the heated mush of her well-satisfied pussy.

The all but exhausted couple's final orgasms had been strong and synchronized after more than two hours of ardent lovemaking in Allessandro's tiny garage flat.

Inside the cramped bedroom the air was heavy and fetid with the delicious smell of sex. The temperature must have climbed to almost forty degrees Cassie thought, squirming her body lazily in the heat as the young Brazilian slowly pumped his narrow hips above her.

Cassie moaned softly, enjoying the sensation of their mingled perspiration as it pooled in her deep navel, the warm overflow trickling down her smooth flanks as she moved gently with him.

God! her long, dark hair was soaked to the roots with perspiration; whilst her crotch ran with a thickening musk-laden melange of sweat, love juice and semen.

Cassie ran her hands appreciatively over the young Brazilian's firm, quivering buttocks, enjoying the feel of his smooth, olive flesh rocking between her upraised thighs.

Cassie had been discretely partaking of Allessandro's particular physical charms for several weeks now. Regularly slipping away from her stylish downtown apartment to rut with her young Latin lover in his back street garage room.

The awful sounding cliché made her smile - her young Latin lover, what would her colleagues at BRAZCO say if they knew what she had been up to all these weeks with the boss's heart-throb driver?

Sex, it was her one weakness. Cassie simply loved the physical act of fornicating. Not for her the complications of a permanent relationship; she had gladly left that particular mistake behind her two years ago in England.

Neither was she interested in the tedium of a tawdry office affair with the inevitable gossip and stationary cupboard gropings, and married, middle managers seeking to 'help her career'.

As she ran her long fingers through Allessandro's damp, black hair Cassie caught sight of her wristwatch and realized the time was fast approaching for her to take her reluctant leave.

Christen and Lucy were expecting her at the Racquet Club in a little over an hour. If she left now she would have just enough time to swing by her apartment and grab a quick shower before meeting them for evening cocktails.

Cassie began to giggle. Her leaving was indeed becoming very reluctant now that Allessandro was once again turning his devout attention back to her nipples, sucking hungrily on the broad, dark cones, bringing them back to full tumescence within seconds.

Cassie groaned regretfully, 'Christ!' she could lie here screwing this boy all night, she simply had to get him off her oversensitive breasts, or else she would quite simply never get out of here.

Smiling broadly, she pried herself with difficulty out from under the smirking Allessandro and tapping her wristwatch murmured sulkily, "got to go baby."

A grinning Allessandro nodded and swung himself up off the bed and began to pull on his skin-tight jeans. Cassie was relieved that he didn't try to persuade her to stay a while longer as he usually did: Getting out of Allessandro's flat was always a damn sight harder than getting in she thought, a wicked smile twitching at the corners of her full lips.

Disappearing into the small bathroom, Cassie quickly towelled the sweat from her body with a threadbare bath sheet and brushed out her damp hair. She checked her face in the little, stained mirror above the chipped sink and approved of what she saw there.

Cassie knew she was beautiful. It wasn't vanity, everyone told her so. Men couldn't fail to be attracted by the striking green eyes and pale complexion framed by the thick, dark brown almost black hair falling well past her shoulders. And her figure; full breasted, narrow waisted and long legged, completed the stunning package.

As she repaired her makeup, Cassie wondered for how much longer she would be satisfied with Allessandro as her only lover. For some time now she had sensed that something was missing in her love life, or more precisely she corrected herself, in her sex life.

Cassie blushed as she admitted to herself that lately she had begun to crave a stronger more robust sort of lover. One who would not defer to her as readily, or treat her as gently in bed as did her usual choice of overawed men friends.

Only a few days ago she had been asked to dinner for the third time by a local businessman who, from the uncompromising almost belligerent way he openly ogled her body, might well make a far more exciting and demanding lover.

Cassie decided then and there that she would accept his very next inevitable invitation. Who knows she thought smiling mischievously to herself, she might even ask him to tie her up with some silks and spank her bottom!

Finishing her inspection and finding nothing amiss, Cassie stepped back into the bedroom and began to gather up the clothing she had so hastily discarded upon her arrival earlier in the afternoon.

As the brunette bent to retrieve her fallen underwear she caught sight of a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned in time to see a stocky, hard faced man enter the small bedroom and move purposefully toward her.

With a yelp of alarm Cassie dropped her bra and panties as she made to cover her exposed pudendum and heavy breasts with her hands.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded sharply, desperately trying to inject a note of authority and dignity into her voice. She looked wildly around for Allessandro whom she suddenly sensed behind her, moments before he inexplicably wrapped his arms about hers pinning her forearms tightly to her trunk!

Then, without the slightest hesitation, the tough looking newcomer stepped in close and brought his iron hard fist up in a short, sharp arc to explode on the exposed point of Cassie's perfectly formed chin and after a sudden, violent burst of stars everything faded to deepest black.

 

When Cassie eventually regained her senses it took several moments to re-orientate herself.

The young woman felt a chill hand clutch at her innards as she suddenly remembered what had happened to her; Allessandro holding her, the stocky stranger coming into the bedroom and striking her.

Cassie was still in the tiny flat above the company's private parking garage, that much she could tell from the sexual odours still clinging to the bed sheet her face was buried in.

She knew that she must have been out for a while because it was now dark in the bedroom and her panic suddenly became magnified when she realized that her mouth was heavily taped over and that she was tied down.

Cassie was unable to move her limbs more than a few inches in any direction despite her best efforts and could only lie spread-eagled on the bed, where only a short time ago she had been writhing in ecstatic sexual congress with her Brazilian lover boy.

Cassie froze breathless, as a strange, harsh voice began to speak in rapid Portuguese. The girl groaned inwardly as she recognized the softer tones of Allessandro replying ... laughing!

Christ! what the hell was going on? she asked herself desperately. Why was Allessandro not helping her? Who the hell was this man and what did Allessandro have to do with him? Jesus! The more she listened the more it sounded like they knew each other!

Cassie heard the unmistakable crackling riffle of paper money as the older man began to count carefully out loud.

Cassie had been living and working in Brazil for almost two years, long enough to become fluent in Portuguese and so it was with a distinct sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she heard the stranger say, "there you are my friend, one thousand crisp U.S. dollars" and not a cent too much I might add, she is magnificent, everything you said she would be."

And then came the final, dreadful confirmation of all her fears. The unmistakable sound of Allessandro's single word of thanks, - "obrogada."

Cassie's breathing suddenly started to become erratic. Her heart slammed like a jackhammer as her frightened, confused mind struggled to grapple with what she was experiencing. It actually sounded like Allessandro was selling her to this man!

"Get the car ready and wait for me downstairs", the stranger instructed. With a small sound of assent Allessandro left the room and presently she heard the departing chauffeur's footfalls going quickly down the wooden stairs into the large garage below.

Cassie flinched against the tight grip of her bonds, as the bedroom door was suddenly kicked shut with an enormous crash that made the timber floor and walls shake.

From beneath her tightly shut eyelids, the girl sensed the man move across the room toward the bed and then felt the old mattress sink as he sat down heavily beside her.

"I know you're awake," he said, amusement evident in his voice. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Gunter Bormann and I'm going to be taking you on a little journey up river to meet some friends of mine, during which time I just know we're going to become really well acquainted."

Cassie jerked in outrage as the man's hand settled on her rump, caressing the soft, damp flesh gently.

"Look at me", said the man who called himself Gunter Bormann.

When she failed to move his voice suddenly lashed out, "I said look at me bitch!" and he brought his incredibly hard hand down upon her naked buttock cheek with a sharp crack that echoed around the room and made her rear up, only to be dragged back down by the ropes tied so tightly around her wrists and ankles.

Cassie let out a sob of agony, tears suddenly springing from beneath her screwed up eyelids, the pain of the unexpected blow felt like he had put a blowtorch to her flesh.

"I only give an instruction once, slut," Bormann rasped ominously.

Hopelessly and with a feeling of complete dread, Cassie slowly turned her head and strained her neck to look up at the first man ever in her life to have laid a hand on her in anger.

The beautiful brunette bit down on her full bottom lip to prevent herself from snivelling in front of the cruel bastard, that much at the very least was a satisfaction she would deny him she silently vowed to herself.

Looking at him carefully for the first time, Cassie saw a hard, competent looking man. His coarse, brindled hair was worn closely cropped above a broad, flat face within which, sat two narrow slate coloured eyes. The blunt nose had been broken at some time in the past giving him the look of a boxer. His bull neck blended smoothly into a massive set of shoulders and upper arms and from what else she could see of him there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on his otherwise stocky frame.

Cassie's heart sank as she realised that she had no realistic hope of immediate rescue. The parking garage was located in an isolated factory area secured behind a high chain link fence and it was Friday evening. No one had any business in the garage this late save Allessandro and whatever was going on, he was clearly a part of it.

Cassie despaired when she realized that the privacy and secrecy of this location, the very same privacy and secrecy that had up until now protected her anonymity and excited her, now meant that she was totally alone and at this maniac's mercy.

"Now then slut, feeling all alone and scared are we?" Bormann asked rhetorically, guessing from her expression at the direction of her galloping thoughts. "There's no need to be, Uncle Gunter will look after you", he sniggered, running his cruel eyes up and down the length of her nakedness.

"We'll be off soon," he told her, "but first ..."

The man bent low, bringing his nose close to the peerless white flesh of her back, inhaling deeply the smell of musk redolent upon her smooth skin.

Cassie cringed in embarrassment. She had been screwing in the heat for hours and the previously sweet aroma of sex had cooled somewhat so that now she imagined she simply stank like an animal. But Bormann seemed to revel in her odour, running his nose a scant inch above the length of her outstretched body, inhaling every trace of sexual essence.

Cassie became acutely conscious of her nakedness, as the thug now began to run his hands all over her shaking body. His coarse palms following the path his nose had taken only moments before.

The brunette gritted her teeth as he began to knead the heavy breasts splayed wide at her sides, stimulating the broad nipples, which despite herself and to her utter dismay began to harden at his expert touch.

Bormann grunted appreciatively, "Alex told me you were hot," he muttered, "hot, leggy and stacked, well worth a thousand bucks," he concluded, adding mysteriously, "you'll do well at the Fazenda."

Cassie uttered a sharp yelp and reared up in alarm, as Bormann slid his fingers between her forcibly spread thighs and into her still slick sex. She tried desperately to avoid his penetrating fingers by shuffling her hips about, but her movements simply succeeded in allowing him to gain better access to her vulva, which he now began to massage with sure, knowing fingers.

At the same time, Bormann bent to one of her splayed breasts and began to lap at her already turgescent nipple with long, wet strokes of his rough tongue.

The girl fought desperately to ignore the feelings, that Bormann's unwelcome ministrations were starting to generate deep within her, but it was barely an hour since she'd made ardent love and the sexual heat was still smouldering deep within her belly.

Moaning into the heavy tape covering her mouth, Cassie screwed her eyes tightly shut and attempted to concentrate on something, anything, which might prevent her arousal.

But Bormann's insistent fingers continued to swirl around her slowly erecting stamen and soft labial petals, teasing the delicate tissues, rolling and pinching them, causing the tense muscles in her smooth belly to flutter wildly, making her choke in shame as her vaginal juices began to flow once again and trickled slowly out on to his hand.

Despite herself, Cassie's hips slowly began to move. Infinitesimally at first, back and forth against her tormentor's relentless fingers, as behind her gag she gritted her teeth in helpless humiliation.

What the hell was she doing responding to this monster she berated herself desperately? Surely she couldn't get any sort of sexual enjoyment from this situation. Christ! she may have fantasized about being tied up and spanked and once or twice, yes, even a gentle rape scene from time-to-time, what girl hadn't? but this was the real thing!

Abandoning her now pulsating nipple, Bormann ran his tongue down the length of her spine, pausing briefly to lap at the sweat pooled in the hollow of her back.

Again Cassie groaned and shook her head in negation. But it was no use, her wide hips refused to stay still, confirming the realization dawning in her mind that on a purely physical level if nothing else, she was actually beginning to enjoy this abuse.

Once again, perspiration was breaking out all over her body, coursing in tiny ribbons over her sides and down into the moist clefts between her luxurious breasts and buttocks.

Bormann continued to fondle her now wildly fluttering sex, collecting her dripping love juice in his big palm and massaging it back into the swollen lips of her vulva and over her engorged stamen.

Again and again Cassie sought to understand her sudden sexual hunger, but could only tell herself somewhat lamely, that having just been fucked for two hours by Allessandro, she had simply been caught with her defences down.

Unable to breathe freely through her taped mouth the brunette was forced to pant harshly through her nose and the difficulty in getting enough air in the incredible heat and humidity caused her to begin to slip into a mild state of asphyxia.

The lack of oxygen greatly amplified her level of arousal, making her strain her magnificent body upward against her bonds, her diaphragm and belly pumping in and out rapidly. The tendons stood out like whipcord against the pale, tightly arched column of her long neck.

Cassie groaned long and loud into her gag as she was slowly forced to give up the fight against the patiently rapacious Bormann. There was no point in pretending any further; the evidence of her need was painted in the sweat running off her trembling body and in the boiling juices leeching from her hopelessly creaming sex.

To Bormann's immense satisfaction the now steadily grunting young woman finally signalled her absolute and unconditional surrender, by stretching her thighs wide apart for him and rolling her fabulous, pale buttocks in perfect time to the erotic cadence of his work-hardened finger tips.

Bormann maintained her in a heightened state of arousal for several long minutes, revelling in the quivering of her body and the harsh, desperate sound of her breathing until, judging her ready and choosing his moment with exquisite timing, he thrust the entire length of his blunt thumb deep into the her sweat drenched anus.

The sudden shock caused Cassie to rear her buttocks up to the absolute limit of her bindings, the ropes encircling her wrists and ankles cut deep into her flesh, as the unaccustomed penetration shocked her loins and sent lightning bolts of raw pain through her rectum and sensitive perineum to blaze into her already erupting vulva.

The girl held her agonized pose for a full five seconds, her anal sphincter tightly clasping itself around Bormann's cruel thumb before the orgasm smashed through her loins, causing her to thrust her shaking hips madly back and forth against her tormentor's expert hand.

At the height of her climax, Bormann leant forward and ripped away the heavy tape sealing her mouth, allowing her to suck in a huge gulp of air before bellowing out her climax in a series of long shuddering cries, as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure ran through her soaking belly and loins.

Again and again Bormann swirled his fingers around her delicate stamen, prolonging her sweet agony for what seemed like an eternity, until, eventually, when he was sure he had wrung her dry. Reluctantly, Bormann released the girl to collapse back into the mattress and drift semi-conscious, as the remnants of her incredible orgasm vibrated through her roiling pudendum like the aftershocks of an earthquake.