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Domino and Elektra

Misadventure in Sierra Blanca

Chapter 6 Torment

“Mmmpppphh!” Domino screamed for all she was worth as Villalobos brought the chain down across her naked back, but her cries were muffled by the length of cloth Villalobos had stuffed down her throat. This was the punishment part of their ordeal. He had been beating them for almost an hour, moving between the three women and bringing the chain down across their backs. He had first split Domino’s and Elektra’s shirt down the back in order to inflict maximum pain. He made no attempt to ask them any questions. The gag prevented any answers. His intention was purely to inflict pain.

The next blow descended upon Maria’s back. Like Elektra and Domino she was gagged and she let out a muffled shriek as her body jerked with the pain of the blow. The female rebel had been tied between two trees directly across from the other two women. Each of them could watch the others’ response to the flogging. At first they had all tried to resist, but Villalobos had slowly and relentlessly worn them down. Now they gave him the reaction her sought, crying out as he beat them into submission.

Painful and terrifying as the whipping was, however, all three women knew that worse awaited them. They were surrounded by more than half a hundred soldiers. There was no mistaking their interest or their intent. It must have been especially bad for Maria as she had already been savagely raped by the soldiers who had captured her.

Villalobos dropped the chain. He would have liked to continue beating the three defiant women, but he was panting from the exertion of wielding the chain and his clothes were soaked through. He could of course, ask one of his men to take over, but he had other plans. Three women. He wondered what it would be like to fuck all of them at once. He decided to find out.

“Cut them down and bring to my quarters,” he ordered. “He grinned at the men around him. “Sorry boys,” he said to a chorus of disappointed groans, but you’ll have to wait until I’m through.”

The gagged women whimpered as they were released from their bonds. Somehow all of them managed to stand as they were paraded between the rows of slavering soldiers to Villalobos’ headquarters. Once inside they were marched directly to what appeared to be not only the president’s temporary office, but also his bedchamber.

The headquarters building turned out to be air-conditioned. Outside the building a diesel engine drove a generator to provide electricity for the luxury and the sudden change in temperature had all three women shivering in the much cooler air.

“Cold ladies?” Villalobos sneered. “I think I can find ways to warm you up.”

Their gags had been removed, but none of the women felt like speaking. Their bodies smarted from the vicious beating they had received. Unlike a whip, the chain had not lacerated them, but it had left lines of painful bruises on their soft skins. They were still helpless. Villalobos had made sure that their hands were handcuffed behind their backs before being escorted to his HQ. They stood huddled together, wondering what further torture he was about to inflict upon them.

“I am going to allow one of you to honour the new president of Sierra Blanca. How you perform will influence my future treatment of each of you. I promise that if it is not up to my standard I will make the next few days of your short lives a living hell.” He pointed to Maria. “And you are my choice.”

The tall dark-eyed woman shook her head. In spite of the ordeal she had been through she still held her head erect and her posture was one of defiance. “I will not,” she said clearly. Her voice was strained, but defiant. “You will have to force me.”

“That will be my pleasure,” Villalobos sneered. “I can think of nothing I would rather do.”

“You are making a mistake,” Domino interjected. “The agency that sent us will learn of what you have done. You will not escape its vengeance.”

“I hardly think you will be missed,” Villalobos replied. “You two hardly strike me as elite members of a counter-terrorist organization. You could hardly have been much easier to catch.”

Domino opened her mouth to reply and then shut it. She was wasting her breath. Villalobos was determined to rape and torture them. Nothing they said would change his intent.

“Secure them,” Villalobos said. He had clearly tired of the conversation and was now going to make good his threat. The soldiers who had escorted them closed about them and dragged them across the room. They needed no instruction. They had clearly done this sort of thing before.

Domino and Elektra saved their strength. Maria struggled futilely. The two agents were forced over to the wall and secured by their necks with leather collars that held them tight against the wall. Maria was taken to the bed and spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles tied to each corner.

“Leave,” Villalobos ordered. “I’m going to entertain these ladies in private.”

The guards exited the room, giving a backward glance at the three women as they left. They clearly would have liked to remain and participate in the entertainment.

“Now to get started,” Villalobos said. He pulled off his shirt and removed his pants. He was fully erect and wasted no time climbing onto the bed.

What was going to happen to her could hardly have been new, yet Maria struggled as if she were still a virgin as Villalobos climbed on top of her. “Filthy scum,” she cried. And then whimpered as he thrust into her.

For the second time Domino and Elektra watched in horror and disgust as Maria was raped in front of them. The woman fought bravely, refusing to cry out or beg for mercy as Villalobos brutally violated her. Villalobos did everything he could to make her scream, mauling her breasts with both his hands and his teeth, but the dark-complexioned women only moaned. Finally he released into her and climbed off his panting victim.

“I hope you enjoyed the show, ladies,” he said to Domino and Elektra, “but the entertainment’s over. It is time for you to die.”

Elektra stiffened slightly. Surely her life was not going to end like this. Villalobos might be president, but he was really no more than a low-life thug. A man who enjoyed preying on the weak and helpless. But she was helpless to escape. She could only hope that like many villains, Villalobos decided to become creative in the way he killed her.

It appeared that she was about to get her wish. Villalobos pulled on his clothes. “I’ll keep her,” he said nodding toward Maria. “She will be a useful hostage in my dealings with El Tigre. Rumor has it that she is very close to El Tigre. I may be able to use her to lure him into a trap. And, she will help to keep the men happy. I will use her as one of the camp whores until El Tigre is ready to make a deal. That might spur him into doing something rash. As for you, lovely as you both are, you are of no further use to me. It is time you were eliminated and I think you will find my method of disposal most interesting.”

Villalobos went to the door and called in the guards. “Tie them up, but make sure that they can walk. I’m going to take them on a little excursion.”

A few minutes later Domino and Elektra stumbled forward. Their hands were tightly tied behind their backs and their torsos were wound about with rawhide strips that pinioned their arms tightly to their bodies. Escorted by six of Villalobos’ men and accompanied by the president himself they were escorted to an open-topped truck and sat on a bench along one side. Villalobos and the guards clambered in beside them. Then the truck drove off into the forest.

“Are you interested in wildlife?” Villalobos asked as they entered the forest. “I want to show you something one of my men came across the other day. A real phenomenon of nature. You are about to get a really close-up view. It will be the last thing you ever see.”

“What is this fucking idiot talking about,” wondered Domino. “Is he going to feed us to some wild animal? Why are we being taken into the forest?”

Elektra was thinking the same thoughts. What sort of wild animal waited around in the rainforest for someone to bring it food? It didn’t make sense, except for the fact that Villalobos was clearly as nutty as peanut brittle.

They drove for about half an hour into the forest and then stopped. The guards pulled them from the truck and marched them into the trees. The two naked and helpless women looked about them. Why had Villalobos brought them here? Perhaps he was just going to shoot them after all. It was as good a place as any to dispose of them. And then Domino noticed something. The hair stood up on the back of her neck. “Oh my God,” she gasped.

Elecktra followed Domino’s eyes. For a brief instant panic washed across her face, then she regained her composure, but was she had seen sent waves of fear through her. Just in front of her the entire ground was moving in a great reddish-brown stream.

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Villalobos said. “One of nature’s most interesting forces. Unstoppable. Insatiable.” He stooped and reached into the edge of the reddish stream. “Army ants. A force of nature that no living thing can stand against. Except perhaps man and his technology.” He held one of the wriggling creatures in front of Elektra’s face, just inches from her eyes.

With great difficulty Elektra held herself still. “It’s just an insect,” she thought. “Just a tiny insect.”

The creature Villalobos held in his hand was a large ant, red and black in colour. It was armed with formidable jaws shaped like ice tongs. The vicious jaws opened and closed as Villalobos slowly moved the ant towards Elektra. With his other hand he tore open the front of her shirt, revealing her breasts. “Just to show you what it can do,” he said with a grin. He touched the ant to Elektra’s left nipple.

“Nnggh!” she grunted. The pincers of the soldier ant completely pierced her nipple. Then arching its tiny body the ant curved its abdomen against the wound.

“Aaahh!” Elektra cried. The tiny wound felt as if it had burst into flame.

“Formic acid,” explained Villalobos calmly. “The ants inject it into the wound. Quite painful I believe. Try to imagine what it will feel like with thousands of them all biting at the same time.”

Elektra could imagine. It would be a most horrible and painful death.

“Agghh!” Domino cried. Villalobos had decided to allow her to share Elektra’s pain.

“It’s time to get you ready,” Villalobos said. “Let’s go.”

The guards returned the two women to the truck. For several minutes they drove parallel to the ants before finally pulling away from the relentless horde. They drove on for another five minutes before stopping again. “According to my calculations the ants should be here in about an hour or so,” Villalobos said as the women were unloaded from the truck.

The guards moved them toward the trunk of a large rainforest tree. “This is where you will die,” Villalobos said. “But first I think you owe my men a little treat.”

He turned to the six escorts. “Fuck them,” he leered. “But just remember you only have about an hour.”

Villalobos’ men did not have to be told twice. They pushed the two women to the ground, and yanking their pants off, raped them without untying them.

Three men shared each of the women. Two of them pulled their victims’ legs wide while the third had his pleasure. The sexual violation was a hurried affair, but no less painful or degrading. Both women were in considerable pain from the brutal beating Villalobos had given them. Being gang raped on top of it left them completely beaten. Mercifully, because of the time constraints it did not last long. After an hour Villalobos intervened. “That’s enough,” he ordered. “Time to get them ready for our little six-legged friends.

Reluctantly, the last man climbed off his shuddering victim. Domino and Elektra were lifted to their knees and then the guards tied their ankles. A length of rope was tied to each of their ankles and then tossed over an overhanging branch of the large tree they had been dragged to and then they were both hauled four feet into the air. Prepare them,” Villalobos ordered. One of the soldiers returned to the truck and came back carrying a one gallon container. He pulled the lid off and the nostrils of the two dangling women were assailed by the hideous stench of rotting meat.

“This should attract flies if nothing else,” Villalobos said. “But I’m betting it will attract ants as well.”

“You cowardly bastard,” Elektra said, from her upside-down position. She had been right about Villalobos. He wasn’t going to just shoot them. But the death he had planned for them filled her with terror.

“Frightened, bitch?” Villalobos asked, accurately gauging her reaction. “Just think of what’s it is going to be like to have thousands of insect crawling all over your body and the hideous agony you’re going to suffer as they rip out chunks of your flesh. You know what’s most frightening? The fact that you’ll still be alive after they’ve eaten their way through your skin.”

If Domino could have gone pale she would have. Her white skin glistened with sweat as she imagined the terrible pain as the ants ate their way to her internal organs. It would take her and Elektra a long time to die and every second of it would be spent in excruciating agony.

Villalobos settled back to watch. It would be most entertaining to watch the horrible deaths of the two foreign agents. He had never seen anyone eaten alive before. It would be a new experience. One of the nice things about this mode of execution was that it was not only entertaining, but was also a perfect way to dispose of the bodies. There wouldn’t be too much left of the two agents if any of their friends ever came looking for them.

It took an hour for the ants to arrive. Domino and Elektra spent it swinging helplessly, desperately trying to work free of the ropes that bound their wrists, but they couldn’t reach any of the knots and their frantic stretching of the ropes just seemed to pull the knots tighter. By now, as Villalobos had said, they were covered in hundreds of flies. The noisome insects crawled into every orifice and crevice on their bodies, including their ears, nose, eyes, mouth and a couple that neither woman wanted to think about. But unpleasant as the experience was, it was the ants that occupied their every thought.

The insect horde finally flowed into view, emerging from the trees like some hideous nightmare. The ants surged toward the two women, passing directly beneath them as they marched steadfastly on. But many ants detoured, running up the trunk of the tree and out along the limbs until they were directly over the two heroines.

Electra could not hold back a cry of fear as the first few ants dropped onto her. Then a few seconds later, she heard Domino whimper as hundreds more followed. At first the ants did nothing, swarming over them and devouring the particles of rotting meat the guards had smeared on their bodies. Then they ran out of meat. A hundred and then a thousand mandibles sank into their flesh.

“My God, what a scream,” though Villalobos. He had never heard anyone make a noise like that. Was that the albino or the other woman? It was hard to tell. They both had their mouths open.

Suddenly he frowned and looked skyward. He hadn’t noticed the heavy clouds moving in. But it was to be expected. It usually rained in the late afternoon. Well, he wasn’t going to get wet just so he could watch a few ants enjoying their meal. He had seem enough to last him for awhile. He climbed into the cab of the truck and signaled for the driver to move off.

“Aaaaaggghh!” Domino’s cry of pain and terror was echoed by her partner. Both women were shrieking uncontrollably. The pain of the insect bites was terrible and the tiny creatures had only just gotten started. As she screamed her lungs out Domino could not help reflecting that this was a most horrible way to die. And then quite suddenly, the pain lessened. She still hurt everywhere, but the ants seemed to have stopped biting. After a minute she opened her eyes. To her surprise she saw that almost all of the ants were gone. What would have caused that? And then she heard the growl of thunder.

Of course, ants hated rain. They would hole up somewhere until the daily downpour stopped. She looked toward the place where the truck had been. It was gone. For some reason Villalobos had driven off. But that didn’t do her all that much good. She was still hanging upside down in the middle of a rainforest. When the rain passed the ants would return.

“I’ve got to get away,” Domino thought. “And I’ve only got about an hour to do it.” But how was she to accomplish this? She had already determined that she couldn’t reach any of the knots.

The wind picked up, causing her body and that of Elektra to sway. An especially strong gust took her halfway to her friend. She could clearly see the knots tying Elektra’s wrists. Maybe there was a chance after all. She began to move her body in tune to the gusts of wind, increasing the arc of her swing. A few feet away Elektra saw what she was doing. A sudden glimmer of understanding flashed across her face. Slowly she began to swing her body as well, attempting to time her swings so that they were the opposite of Domino’s.

Within a minute they were swinging so close that they bumped into one another. The first attempt they made to catch hold of one another failed, as did the second. But on the third try, by desperately arching her body, Elektra managed to catch hold of Domino’s left wrist. She hung on with all of her remaining strength. Domino twisted her body, attempting to maneuver into a position where she could reach the knots tying Elektra’s wrists. It took her a good ten minutes to do it, but Elektra did not nag. She waited patiently until Domino’s fingers were able to reach the knots, and then held on with a desperate strength she did not know she had.

It took Domino a good fifteen minutes to work the first knot loose, but that was all Elektra needed. Letting go of Domino she was able to work the ropes loose and slip them from her wrists. Then, bending her body upward, she untied the ropes holding her ankles.

The ropes came loose all of a sudden. It was a good thing she only fell four feet. Getting painfully to her feet, she untied Domino. Then the two women hobbled away from the tree and stood in the pouring rain, allowing the deluge to wash the sweat and stink from their bodies.

They were very sore, but in surprisingly good shape. The hundreds of insect bites on their bodies were painful and irritating, but not debilitating. Domino inspected herself carefully, She would live. Then she cursed.

“What is it?” Elektra asked.

“Broke a nail untying those bloody ropes,” the paled skinned woman answered.

Elektra rolled her eyes. “What do you think we should do?” she asked.

“You’re an assassin aren’t you?” Domino replied. “Let’s find someone to assassinate.”

“But we’ve got no clothes or weapons.”

Domino smiled tightly. “No, but I know where we can get some.”

Elektra nodded. “Alright, let’s go,” she said.