Introduction

 

A Central American drug lord is an extremely powerful man. He rules his kingdom, controls government officials as well as the police and does whatever he wants in spite of the law. So what happens when a man who he trusts betrays him? What happens when someone steals from him or is caught having sex with his beloved teenage daughter. A quick death would be the easiest way out for either of these men but that does not satisfy his need for revenge.

Adam Jensen was a commodities trader on Wall Street. His knowledge of computers and the inner workings of the stock trading system allowed him to launder millions and millions of dollars for Rafael Rodriguez. He made one mistake however. He skimmed several of these millions for himself and hid them in overseas accounts.

After mysteriously disappearing from a Caribbean cruise Adam finds that his punishment far exceeds his crime. A bullet in the back of the head would have been a lot easier than spending the rest of his life in a torture chamber being in constant pain and absolute misery.

Adam finds himself in forced hard labor with cruel punishments and horrendous tortures deep in the jungles of Honduras for several months before ending up on the auction block in Rio de Janeiro. His agonizing existence goes from bad to worse when he is bought by the great granddaughter of a Nazi sadist.

Every day is a repeat of the last one as he endures a variety of cruel punishments and brutal bondage.

A young man who also crossed Rafael Rodriguez ends up in the very same dungeon and the heinous games and punishments continue.

We have all heard the phrase, "Every cloud has a silver lining". It is a twist of fate that changes the lives of these two men or does it?

Chapter One

 

"Mr. Jensen, there's a call for you on line two... a Mr. Rodriguez."

"Thank you, Elizabeth."

"Rafael, my dear friend... how are you this fine day?"

"I am wonderful Adam and you?"

"I've never been better. So what can I do for you today? Are you looking for a little tip that will make you a bit more money? Maybe a little insider trading or something?" I asked.

"No, no... not today, my friend. I am in town and thought we might get together for lunch. I've got something for you and your lovely wife."

"No problem. Where would you want to meet?"

"Rosa Mexicanos on First and Fifty-eighth.... How's 1:30?"

"Fantastic Raf... I'm looking forward to seeing you again. Take care."

Rafael is one of my best clients. He's one of the most powerful drug lords in all of Central America. Being a specialty broker on Wall Street, I have had many dealings with Mr. Rodriguez. He has an extremely large amount of cash to... well, I guess the only word that actually covers what I do for him is launder. But in doing so, I make him a lot of money and hide it really well.

In the early afternoon I walked into the restaurant and found my friend from south of the border along with his entire entourage. Before I was even seated, he called to the waiter.

"Camarero, please bring my good friend a Scotch and water. Glen Morey will be fine," he said as he turned back to me. "Is that okay with you, Mr. Jensen?"

"Of course, Rafael, but why the formality?"

"Just respect, Adam, just respect. After all you help me and make me lots and lots of money."

Our conversation continued as a vast quantity of food was placed on the table for us to sample and share. Everything is always done in a big way with this man. I don't think it is for show either. He is so wealthy that he just likes to overdo life.

We sat and ate until there was no more room while the conversation and drinks continued for another hour. Finally, he reached into his jacket pocket and slid a white, business-sized envelope across the table towards me.

"Here is a pair of tickets for a two week cruise for you and your gorgeous wife. It's Janine, isn't it?"

I nodded my head as he continued, "They are to the western Caribbean and Mexico. Of course, your accommodations are Royal Suites, the same as I would stay in, but I have my own cruise ship so I don't have to deal with the peasants."

I wasn't sure if he was referring to me as a peasant, but I know he has a yacht that cost him over thirty million dollars, so why would he even consider anything like Princess Cruises. After all he does need his privacy.

"That is very generous of you, Señor Rodriguez. I'm sure Janine will be very happy. Thank you, sir."

"Think nothing of it. It's just a little something as a token of what you do for me. Of course, when you reach Mexico you'll spend a couple days at my hacienda as my special guest. I have a grand surprise for you there.

"As you can see, I purchased the vacation for a month from now. That will give you plenty of time to make preparations and for me to get things ready. I hope that is fine with you."

"It's no problem, sir. A month from now is perfect. I'll make the necessary plans."

I cleared nearly three weeks from my calendar and business continued as usual. Time seemed to fly by as our vacation got closer. Finally, on Thursday, the 25^th, we flew from New York to Miami and then on to Fort Lauderdale.

Janine was really looking forward to snorkeling in Cozumel. It is one of her favorite spots.

In the morning we boarded the Amethyst Princess and settled into our suite ready for departure. As the giant craft left port, we stood out on our balcony and waved to the folks on shore.

"Come on, babe... let's get started. I have something special for you," Janine whispered in my ear.

I lingered on our private deck for a few moments more but as I turned I was completely taken by surprise. Janine was nearly naked, sexily clad in just a small black demi bra, tiny silk matching panties and a lacy garter belt that held up her silk hose.

"Wow!"

My cock immediately stirred as my eyes focused on the yellow object that hung from her fingers. It wasn't that her beautiful body and sexy lingerie didn't excite me, but the strong nylon disposable handcuffs triggered a different kind of lust deep within me.

Immediately I stripped off my clothes and sank to my knees at her feet.

"Yes, Mistress... how can I serve you?"

She didn't say a word as she walked around behind me running her fingers over my shoulder and down my back. Carefully Janine lifted my right hand and slid the plastic device up onto my wrist. I could hear the zipper-like clicks as the loop tightened. She guided my other hand into the remaining loop and soon had my hands securely cuffed behind my back.

"That will do for now, slave," she whispered as she moved around in front of me. After twisting her fingers tightly in my hair and pulling my head up she continued, "You've got a job to do, so you'd better get busy."

Janine pulled my face between her legs so my nose pressed against the smooth, thin fabric that covered her pussy. With another partial step forward I was pulled deeper between her thighs. My head was forced back as my lips touched the moist spot between her legs. Ever so gently I opened my mouth and sucked in the hot, passion juices that dampened her delicate panties.

A few minutes passed before she stepped back and slid her undies down over her hips. My eyes remained fixed on her dark, neatly trimmed bush. She slid her panties further down her legs and stepped out of them. I watched as they slipped daintily from her finger tips and landed on the floor beside me.

My attention returned to her magnificent body. My eyes focused on the tiny wisps of pubic hair that pointed directly to the waiting treasure. I knew what she wanted as she eased forward a tiny bit more. With my head tipped back she mounted my open mouth, letting our lips touch. I gasped with pleasure as she rubbed her hungry pussy up and down my face marking her territory with her lust juice. Soon she settled in and let my tongue do its thing.

I slowly slid my tongue along the incredibly moist slit between her thighs. They were slightly swollen with lust. The tip of my tongue slipped deeply into her love tunnel. In and out, in and out ever so gently, catching every drop of juice that slowly seeped from her body until I finally found her hidden spot. Her clit was full of blood, fully engorged by her sexual excitement. Like a boxer with a punching bag, my tongue worked the tiny bundle of nerve-filled flesh.

It didn't take long. Her knees locked and her legs stiffened as quiet little squeals of pleasure escaped her lips. I felt the violent shudder when her powerful orgasm burst through her releasing the girl cum which flooded from her loins. I drank from her fountain, satisfied that I had pleased my Mistress.

A few moments passed and her heavy breathing calmed. I licked the remaining drops of nectar from her hidden lips and looked up at her as she stepped away. I had pleased her. I was happy.