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Domino and Elektra

Misadventure in Sierra Blanca

Chapter 5 Villalobos

“Look,” said Elektra from her place on the ground. “Do we look like rebels? We’re obviously not from around here. Take us to your commanding officer and put us in touch with General Villalobos.”

“I say you are rebel bitches,” said another soldier stepping forward. He wore a captain’s shoulder bars. “We have already captured one of you. She is clearly a rebel. You will be questioned. Soon you will be happy to admit that you are rebels too.”

As he spoke two soldiers pushed through the bush. They were holding the tall rebel woman who had attended to them on their long march to the rebel stronghold. She appeared to be trying very hard not to show any fear. But her hands were bound tightly behind her back, and her camouflage shirt had been partially torn open, revealing the sweet curve of her breasts.

“Maria!” Elektra exclaimed.

“So you do know her,” said the captain. “That proves you are rebels.” He turned to the man holding the rifle on Domino and Elektra. “Tie them up.”

Both women thought about resisting. But they were completely surrounded and still exhausted from their flight through the rainforest. Without resisting they allowed themselves to be bound once more.

“My god she’s beautiful,” thought Domino as the soldiers tore off Maria’s shirt. The rebel woman’s full breasts were contained only by a five inch strip of cloth intended to keep them from bouncing when she moved. They emphasized her flat belly, narrow, waist and flaring hips. Her boots and trousers had already been removed, exposing her long, lithe legs and the dark triangle of curly hair between her legs. Throughout the hideous ordeal she had not made a sound.

“You bastards, leave her alone,” Elektra said. She was kneeling a few feet away, her tattered costume barely clinging to her shapely body. Guarding her were several soldiers who were also enjoying the show. The three prisoners had been marched back to the Sierra Blanca army camp. There were about a hundred soldiers in the camp and all of them had taken an immediate interest in the three female captives.

The captain turned toward Elektra, attracted by her shout. “So she is your friend,” he said. “When we are through with this one we will have some fun with you.”

Maria’s breast band was undone allowing her heavy tear-shaped breasts to swing free. Then she was forced down on a blanket by one of the campfires. The captain mounted her first. Still silent, Maria struggled violently as the captain settled himself between her thighs. Then she screamed.

“You brutal son-of-a-bitch,” Domino yelled in perfect Spanish. “You gutless bastard.”

The captain turned his head. “Patience pale one,” he replied with a grin. “I will fuck you soon enough.”

“No!” Maria screamed just once more and then the captain entered her. She struggled hard for a minute. And then realizing that she was just making his conquest more pleasant stopped fighting and let him take her.

Domino and Elektra looked on helplessly as Maria was repeatedly raped. Being forced to stand by and watch another woman being horribly brutalized and degraded was one of the most onerous things they had ever been forced to endure. Even worse was the thought that the same fate might await them once the men tired of Maria.

The captain walked toward them. “Enjoying the show?” he sneered. “You see how we treat women that do not know their place. When we are finished breaking her in she will make a good camp whore.”

“This is a violation of all international conventions,” Domino said hotly. “Rape is considered a war crime of the most serious nature.”

“Is that so?” the captain replied. “Perhaps you should take it up with the United Nations after I have given you the same treatment – provided you are still alive.” He grinned suggestively. “Take them to the stockade. I will deal with them later.”

The stockade was no more than a crude wooden cage held together by nylon rope, but it was guarded by four soldiers and its open construction did not allow for any privacy. It would be no easy thing to escape as long as it was properly guarded. There were several other prisoners already in the cage, apparently captured rebels or perhaps just suspected rebels. As they were pushed through the rickety gate the other prisoners closed in around them.

At first both women thought they might be subjected to the same ordeal that Maria was undergoing, but it turned out not to be the case. Instead of being molested the other captives simply untied them. The guards outside made no objection. Apparently they thought that the cage was escape proof as long as they were there to watch the inmates.

“Who are you?” one of the men asked in a low whisper. “You are not one of us.”

Elektra stared at him He appeared half-starved and was heavily bearded. “Just a couple of tourists,” she answered quickly. “It seems we strayed into a situation where we were not welcome.”

“You are lying,” responded the man. “You seem to be too attractive to be government spies, but you are not what you say.”

“Does it matter?” asked Domino. “We are all prisoners of this bunch of scum.” She rubbed her wrists. It seemed like weeks since she had not had ropes around her wrists.

“Perhaps not,” answered the man. “But please don’t expect me to trust you.”

“I don’t,” said Domino coldly. “Can you tell me why you are here? The captain doesn’t seem like the sort of man who bothers taking prisoners.”

“Unless he wants to fuck them,” Elektra chimed in bitterly. Apparently even more disturbed by what had happened to Maria than Domino was.

“We are waiting for questioning,” said the man, including the other prisoners in his statement with a sweep of his hand.

“By Villalobos himself,” interjected another prisoner. “Our new president takes a great delight in personally interrogating anyone he suspects of being opposed to him.”

Elektra and Domino exchanged a glace. Villalobos. That would be their chance to prove their identities. Without a word they both sat down and waited. They had little choice, but they were comforted by the fact that soon they would be out of the mess they were in.

“So these are the two foreign agents. Very attractive. The rebels are receiving some high class support.”

Domino and Elektra stood before the new president of Sierra Blanco. They had only had to wait a day in the stinking cage they had been placed in. From the point of view of their physical well-being, it was time well spent. It had given them more time to rest and recover from their captivity. Although this was the first time they had seen the president, they knew that he had arrived by the increase in activity in the camp. They only had to wait a short time before they were ordered from the cage. There was no chance to escape, however. They were ordered out one at a time at gunpoint and immediately handcuffed. Then they were escorted a short distance from the camp to a place in the forest where a small stream cascaded into a natural basin. There the handcuffs were removed and at gunpoint they were forced to strip and enter the pool.

Being compelled to bathe in front of a dozen soldiers was somewhat embarrassing, but both women tried not to show that it bothered them. Instead they made use of the time they were allowed in the water to thoroughly wash the grime from their bodies. Apparently the captain wanted them clean before he took them before Villalobos. They were even provided with soap and shampoo and a change of clothing.

Feeling refreshed from their bath, both women dressed quickly in the army fatigues they had been given. The uniforms were less than flattering to their splendid figures, but neither woman was concerned about that. It was more important to hide from the leering eyes of the soldiers that surrounded them. Once they were dressed they were marched off and a minute later were ushered into the commanding presence of the president of Sierra Blanca.

Villalobos was a tall well built man in his late thirties. He seemed young for a president, but Domino and Elektra knew from their mission briefing that he was considered quite brilliant, being the youngest man ever to reach the rank of general. That of course, was before he decided to make himself president.

He stared at the two women, slowly stroking his pencil-thin mustache with the first two fingers of his left hand. He repeated his opening statement. “Very attractive. But the rebels have outsmarted themselves. Two such beautiful women could hardly be counted on to gather intelligence without being noticed.”

“Exactly,” said Domino. “We are not rebels. Were are counter-terrorists sent to your country to deal with the situation here and help your government.”

The captain laughed. Villalobos merely raised one eyebrow. “Really, then why was I not told of your coming? I was the ranking general before President Santos decided to retire.”

“Retire?” thought Domino. So that was what the president called the murder of his predecessor.

“There is something here that does not make any sense,” Villalobos continued. “And I intend to find out what it is. Captain Juarez, prepare these two for questioning.”

“Wait a minute,” Domino said. “What do you mean prepare us for questioning? You can’t be serious. You have no right to even hold us much less question us.”

“Of course I have the right,” Villalobos replied. “You are two foreigners caught in a sweep we made into rebel held territory. Your supposed contact is very conveniently no longer alive and you can offer me no acceptable reason for being here. I intend to find out who sent you and why.”

Domino and Elektra exchanged a quick glance. They were caught in their own web of secrecy. They were honour bound not to reveal the name of the secret organization that had sent them to Sierra Blanca, but if they did not they would be tortured. Their original contact was dead and could not save them. How much should they reveal to Villalobos in order to save themselves?

Elektra shook her head. She would tell this man nothing. Her experience of the past few days had suddenly made her realize that the side Villalobos represented was not worth fighting for. Sector 12 had made a mistake. They had been sent to assassinate the leader of the wrong side.

Domino noted the slight movement of Elektra’s head. She had to agree. Villalobos should be told nothing, but she was not about to submit to torture without protest. “International law forbids the use of torture. And since my partner and I are both American citizens I demand that you place us in contact with the US embassy.”

“Oh, you are suddenly Americans now are you? And of course you have papers to prove it. I am tired of this conversation.” Villalobos snapped his fingers. “Carry out my orders.”

“You son-of-a-bitch,” cursed Domino. “You’ll be damned sorry if you don’t let us go.”

“I suspect I’ll be damned sorry if I do,” Villalobos retorted.

It was time to make a break for it. Domino felt that she had nothing to lose. She was handcuffed, but her feet were free. With a quick twist of her body she wrenched herself free of the men holding her arms. Gaining room to move she drove her foot into the knee of the guard closest to her. Elektra took her cue from Domino.

Shifting her weight to one side she forced the guard holding her to plant his feet, then she drove her foot into his instep. With a cry of pain he released her and she swung around driving her knee into the groin of the other soldier.

For a few seconds the scene inside the room was one of absolute bedlam as the two martial arts experts took the fight to the soldiers guarding them. Their sudden attack caught their captors off guard. They had not expected any threat from two handcuffed women, and within seconds Domino and Elektra were headed out of the building.

Dashing through the door of the building they made it outside. Only a hundred feet away was the rainforest and they made a run for it. By this time, however, the noise of their escape had attracted half the camp and they were hotly pursued as they raced toward the trees.

They almost made it, but they had chosen their escape route poorly. By sheer bad luck the part of the forest they entered was a dense thicket of thorns. They had penetrated only a few feet before they realized their mistake as their clothes were shredded. Too late they tried to turn and ran into the pursuing soldiers. Faced with a circle of rifle muzzles they had no choice but to surrender.

“Stupid,” said Villalobos as the two women were brought before him. “Very stupid. Now you will not only be questioned, you will be punished as well. And I have the perfect punishment in mind.”

Domino and Elektra were escorted outside. Their failure to escape was humiliating. They had almost made it only to be brought back before Villalobos like two naughty schoolgirls, their clothes ripped by the thorns and their smooth skin bleeding from a number of scratches.

They were led into the centre of the encampment. There, several posts had been set into the ground. The soldiers holding them forced them to their knees and unsnapped the handcuffs from their wrists. The cuffs were immediately replaced, however, by ropes which were tied to each of their wrists. They were then pulled to their feet and the ropes were tied to the posts on either side of them so that their arms were pulled slightly up and out to the side.

Domino and Elektra exchanged glances. They were tied side by side with a post in between them. Both women were breathing heavily, but it was not from the exertions of trying to escape, it was from the knowledge that they were about to be tortured. A few seconds later two more soldiers appeared. They were dragging Maria with them. The tall, beautiful, dark-eyed women, was walking only with difficulty. Blood ran down the insides of her thighs and she was covered in bruises.

“We might as well have them all together,” Villalobos said. “It’s time to find out exactly what they know.”

Villalobos was standing slightly behind Domino and Elektra as he spoke. Elektra looked over her shoulder and gulped back a cry of fear. Quickly she turned her head away. But Domino had caught the look of fear on her companion’s face, turning her head slightly she caught sight of Villalobos. If her cream-coloured skin had been capable of it, it would have paled. The ruthless Sierra Blanca president was holding a short length of light chain. There was no mistaking his intentions.