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Domino and
Elektra
Misadventure
in Sierra Blanca
Chapter 3 El
Tigre
Stiff and tired both women awoke with the sun. Their resolution to escape was still strong within them, but both were still feeling the effects of their latest session with Menendez. As they emerged from their hut their eyes widened in surprise. Standing in front of them was Menendez.
“Buenos dias, Senoritas,” the drug lord greeted them. His face as creased in a smug grin as his eyes wandered over their bodies.
“A bit early for you isn’t it?” Elektra spat. “Or are you here for a morning fuck?”
Menendez’ face darkened. “Still an arrogant bitch. I thought I had beaten that out of you. Well, perhaps another time I can finish the job.” He tossed a bundle at their feet. Put these on. There is someone that I want you to meet.”
The two women saw that the drug lord had brought them an assortment of clothes. Sorting through the pile they managed to find a pair of pants and a shirt each. The clothing did not fit well, but any clothing was better than being naked in front of Menendez. They also saw that he had returned their boots and personal possessions such as their combs and toothbrushes. Anything, however, that might be used as a weapon he had kept.
As soon as they finished dressing Menendez spoke to the Yanara that guarded them and their hands were bound behind their backs once again. “Now senoritas,” Menendez said, “it is time for us to part.” The spears of the Yanara prodded them forward and they were marched to the edge of the camp and into the rainforest.
They moved through the trees for about two hours. It was a long march for two women who had been given nothing to eat and no water. By the time they stopped both Elektra and Domino were almost exhausted.
“This is as far as I go Senoritas,” he said. “Perhaps another day I will have the pleasure of your company.” He motioned to the Yanara and immediately the two women were positioned so that they were each between two trees.
Domino grimaced as ropes were tied to each of her wrists and her arms were pulled wide. She was caught in what seemed like a never-ending nightmare of bondage and torture. “You greasy pig,” she grunted as the ropes were pulled tight, cutting into her wrists. “Don’t you ever get tired of brutalizing helpless women?”
“I hardly think you are helpless, American bitch,” Menendez replied. “Helpless women do not carry these.” He held up a few of the assortment of weapons he had stripped off Domino. He tossed them at her feet.
“I was asked to bring you and your equipment to this location. I have done that, so it is adios. But first one more thing to remember you by.”
He ripped open Domino’s shirt, exposing her breasts. “Splendid,” he leered. “I have never seen a finer pair.” He seemed to think for a moment. “Except perhaps on your friend.”
Sweat began to bead on Domino’s body and run in rivulets between her breasts. The arduous march through the rainforest had exhausted her. It appeared that Menendez had one more act of brutality before he was through with her. She wasn’t sure how much more she could stand.
Menendez grinned broadly, obviously enjoying her discomfort. “I would like to stay longer, but I have already spent more time here than necessary. Just one last goodbye.” He bent his head and kissed her left nipple. “Sweet as strawberries,” he said. Then he clamped his teeth down hard.
“Ahhh, you bastard,” Domino gasped.
“Goodbye, bitch. Perhaps if we meet again I can get to know you better.” Menendez pulled out a length of duct tape and fastened it over her mouth, leaving her to glare at him in impotent fury. Then he turned to Elektra. “Sorry I have neglected you. If it is any consolation I found you a better fuck than your friend. You wiggle that tight ass of yours so much more vigorously.”
“You fucking bastard,” Elektra rejoined. Physically drained, and desperately in need of food and water, she was having a hard time standing. Hung up like a slab of meat in an abattoir waiting for the grade stamp, she was nearing the end of her endurance.
“Such a foul mouth,” Menendez replied. “And yet it felt so sweet when wrapped around my cock.”
Elektra opened her mouth to reply, only to have Menendez gag her in the same way she had Domino. Cupping her breast he gave it a final squeeze and stepped away. With a sigh he headed back the way he had come, leaving the two women alone in the forest.
As Menendez and the Yanara retreated Domino looked toward Elektra. The eyes of the two women met. They were being abandoned in the forest. Bound and unable to escape, each woman wondered what her fate would be.
Time passed with incredible slowness. Attracted by the scent of their sweat, flies settled on the two women. Too weak to chase them away they were soon covered with the insects, and could only endure helplessly as they invaded every part of their bodies. Even worse than the torment of the insects, however, was the agony generated by the lack of water. Both women were completely dehydrated and close to passing out.
Wearily Domino raised her head. She could barely see, but something had caught her attention. It was the sound on something moving down the forest trail toward her. Almost too beaten to care, she nevertheless felt a thrill of fear. Was it some wild animal come to rip her apart? Or perhaps something even worse?
With a rustle the vegetation parted. Thirty feet away several men stepped forward, each of them wearing jungle camouflage. They saw Domino and Elektra at once. For a few seconds they simply stared at the two women and then one of the men stepped forward.
He stopped a few feet from them and spoke. “I am sorry senoritas. I see you have been badly treated.”
Both women took in the speaker. He was a tall man, his heavy tan and ragged beard an indication of the time he had spent in the rainforest. They recognized him at once as El Tigre the man they had been sent to kill. As luck would have it they had been delivered into the hands of their intended prey. The irony and the danger of the situation was not lost on either woman. They did not speak in response to his greeting.
“Again I apologize,” said the rebel leader, moving closer. “Menendez is not under my control. I had no idea what he was doing to you. If I had I would have been here sooner.”
He moved a few steps closer, finally stopping in front of Domino. Without a word he reached out and rebuttoned her shirt. And then carefully so as not to hurt her, peeled away the tape sealing her mouth. Moving over to Elektra he restored her modesty and removed her gag as well.
He stepped back. “Now, do you mind telling me what you were up to? Why are you here and who sent you?”
Neither woman spoke. Domino was quite surprised at the rebel commandant’s actions in covering her breasts, but was under no illusions. During her mission briefing she and Elektra had learned that El Tigre’s reputation for ruthless brutality was not understated. She could expect no mercy from this man. Doubtless the act of gentle consideration he had shown her was meant to lull her into a false sense of security. She was after all tied to a tree and completely helpless. In a few seconds she fully expected the rebel commander to begin torturing her.
“Come ladies,” El Tigre prompted them. “You can’t be comfortable in that position. By now I expect you must be somewhat desperate for water, not to mention the fact that certain bodily functions need attending to.”
Silence. Neither woman was a stranger to torture. They had both endured worse than this. Even exhausted as they were, it would take more than a few hours tied to a tree to break either of them.
“When you were captured the two
of you were carrying enough hardware to equip a dozen of my men. Including these strange implements.” El Tigre held up Elektra’s
At that point a woman dressed in combat fatigues approached. In spite of her utilitarian costume she was strikingly beautiful and moved with the smooth grace of a jaguar. Moving close to El Tigre she put her mouth close to his ear and whispered something. The rebel leader nodded. “It appears,” he said, once more addressing the two captives, “that I am going to have to cut you down. There are government forces in the area. And the fact that you are here indicates that our whereabouts has probably been revealed.”
He motioned to several of the men standing nearby and they moved forward. “I am afraid that I am going to have to keep you tied up. Beautiful as both of you are, I suspect that you would be more than a match for most of my men. Since I haven’t finished questioning you yet I am going to have to take you with me.”
“Secure them,” he said, switching to Spanish and motioning his men forward. “Make sure they can’t see anything or make any noise.”
The rebels cut down Domino first, taking no chances. Her legs were released first and then her arms, but two rebels kept hold of each end of the ropes securing her. After her feet touched the ground they maintained the tension on the rope, preventing her from moving. Then a third rebel moved in close and pulled her wrists behind her back. He tied her tightly at the wrists and elbows, and then pulled the rope binding her elbows forward under her full breasts and around behind her again. He repeated this twice leaving her tightly trussed up. Then he attended to Elektra, binding her in the same way.
“Give them water and let them attend to their bodily functions,” El Tigre ordered. “And then gag and hood them.”
Domino and Elektra drank greedily from the canteen they were offered. They were then led off to the side of the clearing behind some bushes. They were too heavily bound to remove their own clothing, but the tall, attractive, dark-haired woman helped them. At no time, however, did she leave them alone. Finished with their calls of nature, the woman helped them dress. As she pulled up Domino’s pants, the pale-skinned beauty spoke.
“What is your name?” she asked the woman.
The rebel female gave her a quick smile. “Maria,” she answered. She took Domino’s arm. “Come,” she said softly, leading the two women back to the other rebels.
Domino and Elektra did not resist. Even through they could have used their feet as deadly weapons, they were still completely surrounded by rebels. They would have little chance to do more than disable a couple of rebels before the others shot them down.
El Tigre nodded in satisfaction when the two women returned. Immediately a strip of duct tape was stuck over the mouth of each woman, and then a hood was placed over their heads and tied about their necks.
Domino experienced an instant of claustrophobia. The hood cut off all light and a good deal of sound. It was like being inside a cave. In addition, the air under the hood quickly became stale. It would be difficult to breathe under such conditions.
Elektra too struggled to breathe. Unable to breathe through her mouth, she feared that she might not be able to get enough oxygen once she was forced to walk, especially if the terrain became difficult. And with the hood over her head almost any terrain might be difficult. She felt a rope being tied about her neck. Although she could not see what was happening, she could guess. She was probably being tied to Domino. Any chance of escaping while tied to her companion was going to be almost impossible.
“Stupid,” she thought. Being tied to Domino was the least of her escape problems. Her wrists and arms were tightly bound and she could neither see nor speak. “Escape?” She must be dreaming. There would be no escape until she found some way to remove the hood and ropes.
Someone poked her in the back. It was not a brutal shove, but it pushed her forward. Apparently the march was about to begin.
The next few hours were sheer torture for both women. Unable to see where they were going, they constantly stumbled over roots, stones, low-hanging branches and minor irregularities on the trail. It was almost as if their captors deliberately led them into obstacles. However, there was no overt brutality. They were not beaten or kicked when they tripped and fell, but were patiently helped to their feet. However, it was a brutal ordeal for two women who had already spent several hours tied to tree trunks and who had not eaten in more than a day.
If it had not been for Maria the trial would have been far worse. She helped them whenever there was a break, removing the hoods so that they could breathe and providing them with water from her canteen. None of the rebels ate at any of the stops, so the two prisoners could not complain about the lack of food.
Domino wondered at first why they were not kept hooded during the short rest stops, but soon figured it out. The forest around them looked the same wherever they stopped. There was little chance of them ever revealing where they were being taken from the brief glimpses they were given of their route.
It was two very exhausted women who finally collapsed at the side of the trail as the day’s march ended. Exactly how far they had come or even in what direction they had been led, they had no idea. They only knew that their seemingly endless walk through the forest was over.
Elektra thought that she had never been so tired in all her life. She gratefully gulped down the water that Maria offered. “Thank you,” she murmured as the canteen was taken away and held to Domino’s lips. She watched her pale-skinned companion drink. From all appearances Domino was as thoroughly done in as she was. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the trunk of a tree.
“I can remove the ropes if you promise not to run,” said Maria.
“I can’t give that promise,” said Elektra. She was so exhausted that the offer was immensely tempting. Her knees were scraped and bruised from falling so many times. She wasn’t sure if she could continue for much longer. However, nor could she simply give up and pride motivated her to escape at the first opportunity.
“Nor can I,” said Domino. She too was almost out on her feet. Marching blind in the tropical heat had sapped her strength. Now that they had stopped she wondered how she was going to get moving again. She desperately needed rest, but doubted she would get much with her arms tightly bound behind her.
“I am sorry to hear that,” said Maria. “It would be much easier on you if you did. We do not intend to harm you. You are much more valuable as hostages.”
Eleckta shrugged. She was glad to hear that they were not to be killed. She had not expected particularly merciful treatment after the way they had been brutalized by Menendez. On the other hand, not killing them did not mean that they might not be brutalized in some other way. The rebels had very few women among their ranks and she could not help feeling the eyes of every man in the camp sweeping over her gorgeous frame.
“I expect you would like a bit of privacy to attend to your bodily functions,” continued Maria. “Perhaps you could promise not to escape while you look after that.”
“Alright,” agreed Domino. “Untie me for fifteen minutes. I promise to return and allow you to tie me up when I am finished.”
Elektra hesitated and then nodded agreement. There was no point in carrying out the honour thing to ridiculous extremes.
Both women kept their word, returning to Maria inside of the quarter hour they had been allotted. “I hope that is long enough,” said Maria. “There will be no more breaks until morning.” She motioned to Domino to sit so she could tie her.
This time both women were tied differently. Their left arms were tied to their ankles which were lashed tightly together. But their right arms were left free. “I don’t feel like feeding you,” Maria explained. “This way you can do it yourselves.” For good measure, however, after she had tied their ankles and left arms, Maria roped their ankles to one another.
The food they were served was simple peasant fare. Some sort of corn and bean mash with tortillas. There was only water to wash it all down with. But Domino and Elektra were famished. They ate all that was given to them and still felt hungry when they finished.
“Now you sleep,” Maria said. Now that they had finished eating, she added one more set of ropes to Domino’s and Elektra’s bondage, tying their free right arms to their ankles as well. Then, gently she lay them on their sides and covered them with a blanket. “Until the morning,” Maria said. “Good night.”
Sleeping on the ground with only a single blanket wasn’t easy, but exhaustion soon won out. Both women lapsed into a fitful sleep until they were roused in the morning. Stiff and sore from the previous day, both women could hardly move, but Maria untied them so that they could attend to their bodily functions and then gave them breakfast.
Finishing their cornmeal-bean mush, both women were then tied up in the same way as on the previous day. The gags and hoods were put in place and once more they started off. Resignedly both women straggled down the trail, pulled in the right direction by their tethers. The march was agonizing, but there was little they could do about it. All that they could hope for was that the rebels would eventually reach their destination. Only then would they have any real chance to escape.