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Domino and
Elektra
Misadventure
in Sierra Blanca
Chapter
7 Maria
It took them most of the day to get back to the camp. The adrenalin rush that had enabled them to escape was gone, and both women were close to collapse by the time they wriggled on their bellies to within sight of the crude stockade the soldiers had erected around the camp. “Are we going to be able to do this?” wondered Domino. A couple of hours ago she had been so filled with rage and determination that she had not considered the physical condition of herself or her partner. They had been beaten black and blue, raped, and bitten hundreds of times by ants, the jaws of many of which were still embedded in their flesh. Any one of their injuries should have laid them up for several days, if not a week or so, and yet here they were, attempting to fight back against the vicious tyrant who had so brutalized them. It seemed an extremely foolhardy and dangerous enterprise.
“What’s the matter?” asked Elektra. By now she was able to sense the mood changes in her partner.
“I don’t think we can do this,” Domino answered.
“Fine time to have second thoughts,” Elektra chided. “You stay here. I’m going in.”
“No,” Domino said. “We both go.”
The sun was
setting. The tropical night would soon
be on them. But both women thought it
best to wait until after
They both awoke shivering. Without any clothing even the relatively warm tropical nights seemed cool. Neither woman had any idea what time it was, but decided that the time was right. They couldn’t wait any longer.
Elektra stifled a groan as she moved out. She expected her partner was feeling the same. They had smeared their bodies with dirt to help hide them. This was especially important for Domino whose white skin gleamed like polished ivory in the moonlight.
“How many men to you think there are?” Domino whispered as they moved off.
“I guess close to five hundred, judging from the number of tents,” Elektra answered. “But if we are lucky most of them will run away after we’ve killed a few of them.”
Domino allowed herself a small smile. After that there was no more talking. They crept from the edge of the forest and moved toward the camp.
They killed the perimeter guards first. Even unarmed they had no trouble taking out the first two guards with their bare hands, and after that they were both armed and clothed.
The clothes they took from the two dead guards did not fit all that well, but they were serviceable. The rifles and sheath knives the guards carried were even more useful. Using their uniforms, and tucking their hair under their hats, they were able to walk right up to the next two victims. A quick knife thrust to the heart killed both of them instantly. It was a lot easier than breaking their necks, the way that they had with the first two men they had killed. After that they simply worked their way around the perimeter.
The exercise helped. Both women had been incredibly stiff after they had awakened. But the brutal exercise soon had their blood flowing and muscles limber. By the time the last perimeter guard was dead they had worked out a good deal of the effects of the ordeal they had been put through by Villalobos. But they still had an entire camp of armed me to deal with and Maria to rescue. They were not in god enough shape to kill them all.
But Domino had a plan. She placed her head close to Elektra’s. “Here’s what we’ll do…
Maria was exhausted. She had lost track of how many times Villalobos’ men had used her. Lack of food, sleep, and the continual violation of her body had left her almost too weak to move. She was unwashed and stank of sweat and semen. Her resting place was a filthy straw mattress in one corner of the hut that served as a whorehouse for the camp. There were other women there as well; most of them like her, forced to serves the carnal needs of Villalobos’ men. But she was a special target. The men seemed to go out of their way to make her life as miserable as possible. The other girls were sometimes mistreated, depending on the man who used them, but she was almost always brutalized. The men seemed to take a vicious delight in trying to make her cry out or whimper in pain.
Most of the time she was able to deny them that pleasure, suffering in mute silence. Bur every now and then a particularly sadistic act would cause her to writhe in pain and cry out in spite of her resolve. This was one of those times. Three men were working her over; two holding her face down on the stained mattress, and the third driving into her anus.
“How do you like this, bitch?” crowed the thug as he forced himself into her. “Better than that rebel scum you’re used to I bet.” He gripped her hips hard and pushed into her with all of his strength.
“Aaahhg!” Maria cried. She couldn’t take much more of this. Soon she would be nothing more than a broken shell. It was only a matter of time before she would do anything Villalobos wanted her too in order to escape the torment.
“Aaaggh! Aaagghh!” She screamed as the man violating her ripped even deeper into her at that same time as the two men holding her down squeezed and twisted her heavy, badly bruised breasts.
But she did not beg them to stop. She was not that far gone. They wouldn’t have anyway. Her cries for mercy would simply have given them greater pleasure. But she couldn’t hold out much longer. She bent her head and bit her lip to keep from screaming.
KAAWOOOMMMPPP!! An enormous roar filled the air. And then the hut was blown apart, almost as if it was being struck by an enormous fist.
Maria found herself under a pile of debris. Around her she could hear the shrieks of frightened women and the shouts of curses of startled and disoriented men. She pushed away the broken rubble that covered her. Incredibly she was unhurt. No doubt the flimsy construction of the hut had helped. Some of the others around her were not so lucky. The man who had been raping her anally, was lying in a pool of blood, his head at an extremely unnatural angle. Ironically, it might have been due to the fact that his body had sheltered her from the falling roof that had saved her life.
On her hands and knees she crawled from the wreckage. She kept low, not daring to get to her feet. This was her chance to escape. The camp seemed to be in a state of complete chaos. What the hell had happened? In must be Miguel. He must be attempting to rescue her. Foolish. She had given orders that no such attempt should ever be made if she were taken prisoner.
From directly in front of her came the sound of firing. Someone was raking the camp with a mini-gun. She had noted the weapon in one of the guard towers when she had been brought into the camp. It was now being used against the camp’s defenders with deadly effect. One of her followers must have broken into the camp and captured it.
Just in front of her a soldier threw up his hands and dropped to the ground. A dozen rounds had ripped through him, cutting him almost in half. Quickly she crawled to the dead man’s body and retrieved his M16. She pulled off his pants and put them on. They were a poor fit for her long legs, but they would have to do. She ignored the man’s shirt. She would have liked to cover her torso, but she was not going to put on the bloody rags that covered the upper part of the man’s body. She did pick up his ammo pouch, however. Now to find Villalobos. She had a score and more to settle with that scum.
“This is fun,” thought Domino, as she sprayed bullets all over the camp. She had the gun on full automatic; 4,000 rounds a minute. Almost 70 bullets a second. Too bad it was too big to take with her.
A hail of bullets struck the shield on the front of the gun. Some of the troops in the camp were starting to rally. She directed a three second burst toward them and noted with satisfaction that the firing stopped immediately. She would give Elektra another minute and then she would leave the camp. Even with this magnificent weapon she could not hold off several hundred soldiers forever. Right now most of them were disoriented. The explosion of the camp’s ammunition supply had spread death and destruction throughout the camp and created a major diversion, allowing her to gain access to the guard tower and the mini gun. Very amateurish. Even a moderately competent commander would have placed more than two guards on the ammo supply.
Elektra moved through the anarchic mess that was the government camp with smooth efficiency. Just in front of her a confused Sierra Blanca soldier’s eyes widened in recognition. She killed him with a quick burst from her M16. Too damned bad for him. He should have ignored her. Just ahead was the building Villalobos had used as his HQ. A few more seconds and she would be there. It was going to be most satisfying to see the look on his face as she gutted him.
A half naked woman suddenly darted in front of her. Elektra recognized the dark hair and heavy breasts of the rebel woman who had looked after her and Domino when the rebels had taken them prisoner. Maria. What was she up to? Whatever it was she seemed too intent on what she was doing to notice that Elektra was right behind her. With a mental shrug Elektra followed. They both seemed to be going to the same place.
Villalobos cowered beneath a table. The explosion of the ammo dump had blown in every window in his HQ and had killed the guards protecting the front door. In his right hand he held his gold inlaid Browning Desert Eagle and in the other his short wave radio. No one was responding. What had happened to the men who were supposed to be protecting him?
The door opened. Or rather, someone kicked it off its hinges. There was a few moments delay and a round object bounced though the open doorway. Grenade! He just had time to upend the table before the grenade exploded.
The blast deafened and confused him. For a few seconds he huddled behind the table with his hands over his head and then he felt the touch of cold steel on the back of his neck. “Drop the pretty toy, you piece of shit or I’ll kill you right now.”
Villalobos froze, then his fingers opened and he let the gun fall. It was a woman’s voice and strangely familiar. Slowly he raised his head and looked into the glaring eyes of the rebel bitch he and his men had so thoroughly raped. His eyes opened even wider when he caught sight of her naked breasts, but he quickly looked away when he saw the fury in her eyes.
“Don’t kill me,” he pleaded. “I can pay you. I’m the president. I have access to the entire treasury.”
“Not any more you don’t,” the rebel female replied. “Sierra Blanca is about to have another change of government.”
“Not until I am through with him,” a voice said. The rebel woman turned as did Villalobos. Standing just inside the door was the American agent he had fed to the ants. How could she be still alive? For an instant he thought of going for his gun, but the mocking look on the American agent’s face and the fact that her M16 was pointed directly at his head persuaded him that such a move would be a bad idea.
Maria partially turned. The American woman was not threatening her, however, she had no intention of allowing her to claim Villalobos. “He is my prisoner,” she said. “He will be taken before the people’s court and placed on trail.”
“You mean he will be found guilty and killed,” Elektra said. “I can save you a lot of trouble if you just leave him with me for a few minutes.”
“I will not allow that,” Maria said. “He must be tried by the people.”
“Shouldn’t you be wearing a shirt?” Elektra asked, disconcertingly changing the topic. “We’ve give this pathetic excuse for a man more than enough entertainment don’t you think?”
Maria suddenly realized that she was still half naked. In the excitement of the moment she had completely forgotten. Without answering she moved over to one of the dead guards and stripped off his shirt.
“That’s better,” said Elektra. She crossed over to Villalobos and picked up his gun. “To General Villalobos from the people of Sierra Blanca,” she read. “Nice sentiment. I wonder if it shoots.” She pointed the semi-automatic at his groin.
“No,” Maria said. “I will not allow it.”
“You won’t allow it? Aren’t you getting rather full of yourself? Wouldn’t El Tigre want this pathetic cretin killed?”
“I am El Tigre,” said Maria.
For the first time Elektra’s self assurance was broken. “You?” she stammered. “But…” she stopped. Things were a bit more clear now. It explained why Maria had so much authority among the rebels.
“My men will be coming soon,” Maria continued. “I expect they have been watching the camp ever since I was taken prisoner. Thank you for your help, but Villalobos is mine.”
As if to emphasize her words the volume of gunfire outside the HQ suddenly increased along with the sound of wild yells. At that moment another figure appeared in the doorway and Domino entered. “I don’t think we’re needed here much longer she said. The government troops are in full flight.” Then her eyes spotted Maria and Villalobos. “I see you’ve caught the asshole. What’s she doing here?”
Elektra explained. When she finished Domino nodded. “I think we’ve been in this country long enough. I want civilization and a warm shower. Let Maria have Villalobos. I’m sure he’ll get what’s coming to him.”
“Alright,” Elektra agreed. “But there is just one favour I would like from El Tigre.”
“Anything within reason,” Maria said. “I owe you a great debt.”
Menendez stepped out of his Toyota Land Cruiser. He wondered what was so urgent that El Tigre had asked to see him a week earlier than usual. It was an annoying inconvenience, but he dared not refuse. Since the capture of President Villalobos by the rebels all resistance to the revolution had collapsed. It was quite obvious that el Tigre would be the next president of Sierra Blanca and it was only smart to remain on his good side.
A few feet away the vegetation parted and the rebel woman known as Maria stepped into view. What an incredible piece of tit! He had wanted to fuck her ever since he had first laid eyes on her. Perhaps El Tigre might consider giving her to him for a few hours in return for his services. It wouldn’t hurt to ask.
“Buenos Dias, senora,” Menendez said, taking off his hat. “What may I…” The remainder of his words stuck in his throat. From behind Maria two other figures had emerged.
Menendez swarthy features went chalk white. “Buenos Dias, Senor Menendez,” Maria said. “Sierra Blanca now has a new government. And there have been a few changes in policy. The first is to end the drug trade. The second is to treat rape as the serious crime that it is. To that end these two friends of the new government have been appointed to administer justice to those who are in violation of the law.”
Elektra stepped forward. Her eyes were like steel. “Good day, Senor Menendez. My partner and I have something we would like to show you. How familiar are you with the migratory habits of ants?”