The Adventures of Silverclaw

Chapter 2 Clipping Lupe’s Claws

Juarez pushed the helpless heroine forward. He had been looking forward to this moment for the entire trek through the forest. Throwing open the back of the truck he forced her inside, helping her to climb over the bumper. He had outfitted his truck as a camper. There was room for a bed, a portable stove, and his trapping gear. It was the bed he was most interested in now, however.

Lupe saw it too. “What do you intend to do?” she demanded. “Release me at once. You won’t get away with this.”

Juarez looked at the young girl who confronted him. Despite being chained and helpless, she had adopted an aggressive stance and stood with her legs slightly apart, her bosom heaving. The sight almost had Juarez going off in his pants. “You’re in no position to threaten me,” he answered. “You’re mine and I’m going to do what I want with you.”

“You’ll have to force me,” Lupe said. She had not moved an inch from her position in the center of the van.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” Juarez replied. Almost ready to burst, he moved toward the defiant heroine.

Grabbing her by the shoulders he pushed her backward toward the bed. From somewhere Lupe found the strength to fight back. She was laden with chains, but her legs were free. As Juarez closed with her she brought her knee up between his legs.

“Aahh!” Juarez cried. He staggered back clutching at his testicles. Seeing her chance, Lupe darted toward the doorway, still burdened by her chains.

“Bitch,” cursed Juarez. He was in some pain, but Lupe had not been able to hit him with enough force to cripple him. As she attempted to escape through the door he caught her long hair and jerked her to a halt.

Now it was Lupe’s turn to cry out as her hair was almost torn out by the roots. Juarez dragged her back into the middle of the van and then threw her down on the bed. Leaping upon her, he used his weight to pin her there while he fumbled with the ties on her loincloth.

“Please,” Lupe gasped. “Don’t do this. Let me go.” Fighting for her virtue she now made a desperate promise. One that she could not possible keep. “Please, I’ll match the money you’re being paid to capture me.”

Juarez loomed over her. In a few seconds he would satisfy his sexual urges, but his greed was a powerful motivator. “Where you going the get that sort of cash?” Juarez laughed. “You got something more than your sweet little pussy stashed under that loincloth?”

“I can get it,” Lupe said. “Please give me a chance.”

“There’s an old saying about a bird in the hand,” Juarez said. “I’ve got you and I intend to have a little fun before taking you to Marcos.” He pushed Lupe down on the bed face first and began to untie the laces on her loincloth.

Lupe struggled frantically. “I’ll pay double,” she pleaded. “Triple.”

Juarez stopped. “Triple? Where is this money/”

“It’s not money,” the girl said. “But it is just as good. Perhaps even better.”

“Explain,” said Juarez, he was growing impatient. His fingers played over the girl’s naked left breast.

Lupe’s breathing became extremely agitated. “It’s a ruin. An ancient ruin. The artifacts there are probably worth millions.”

“A ruin. Not much use to me,” said Juarez. He continued to move his hands over her soft flesh.

“Please,” Lupe pleaded again. “You’ve got to believe me. I can show you where it is today. It’s not far from here.”

Juarez squeezed her breast, watching the panic-stricken look on the girl’s face. He was dying to fuck her. Her skin was like silk and her well defined body was as strong as a coiled spring, but her words intrigued him. Millions. He could give up his life in the forest and retire in luxury. Greed got the better of him. Reluctantly he climbed off the girl and pulled her to her feet. “Alright,” he said, “but no more tricks and you better not be lying.”

Juarez dragged Lupe from the back of the van and forced her into the front seat. “Alright. Now show me where the ruin is.”

It took five hours for Juarez to drive to the ruin. But it was five hours of delaying the inevitable rape that Juarez had planned for her. And more to the point five hours to find some way to escape. Juarez, however, took no chances. He never left Lupe’s side, not even when they both got out of the truck for the necessary travel break. It was humiliating to have to squat in front of the leering thug, but she had no choice.

“Where is it?” Juarez demanded.

“Just a short way. Through that screen of trees.”

“I don’t see anything. Show me.” Juarez pulled Lupe from the truck and pointing her toward the undergrowth gave her a slight shove.

The exhausted girl staggered toward the forest. On the other side of the screen of trees was the ruin of an ancient Indian civilization. Lupe had discovered it at the time she had received her powers and kept it secret. To her it was a holy place and only the hopelessness of her situation had prompted her to reveal it. However, she had no intention of allowing Juarez to desecrate so sacred a site. She merely wanted to use it to buy her freedom. If she could only escape the clutches of the poacher she could make sure that he never harmed another animal or person again.

She led Juarez through the rainforest. She moved very slowly now. The weight of the chains dragged her down and every step took all of her strength. Fortunately, the ruins were not far and a few minutes of walking brought her and her captor to a slight rise in the ground. Spread out before them were the ruins of an ancient civilization, the crumbling stones draped in vegetation.

Juarez gave a low whistle. “Well, I’ll be damned. You were telling truth.”

“Now let me go,” Lupe said. “I’ve kept my part of the bargain.”

“Sorry,” said Juarez with a smile. “I can’t do that.”

“But we had an agreement,” Lupe protested.

“Did we?” Juarez sneered. “I don’t remember promising anything. Besides, my life wouldn’t be worth two centavos if I double-crossed Marcos. I said I would bring you in and I will. But first you and I have a little unfinished business.”

“No, you can’t,” Lupe gasped. She was close to physical collapse. She had hoped to delay what Juarez had planned for her and she had, but she had not found a way to escape.

“I think I can,” Juarez replied. “I caught you and I’m entitled to a few fringe benefits.” He pushed her toward what appeared to have once been an altar in the ruined city. “An altar,” he mused. “A perfect setting to take a jungle goddess.”

Barely able to stand, Lupe stumbled toward the altar. It was a large moss-covered slab of granite resembling a stone table on a pedestal. About waist high it was seemed almost designed for the purpose Juarez had in mind. Pushing the heroine onto it he loosened some of the lengths of chain that weighted her down, and used them to bind her to the slab. Overcome with terror and exhaustion, Lupe was unable to resist as Juarez secured her. Now she was ready. In a few seconds she would know what it was to be a woman.

“No,” the frightened girl protested weakly. “Please don’t. I’ve never…”

“Never what?” grinned Juarez. He loomed over her, enjoying the feeling of power humiliating the heroine gave him.

“I’ve never had… Never had a …”

“This just keeps getting better and better,” Juarez crowed. He spread her legs, positioning himself so that he could explore her perfect body. His right hand sought her left breast, cupping it and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh god,” Lupe moaned. Juarez rubbed the palm of his hand over the taut, brown nipple of Lupe’s breast, then he began to undo the laces that held her loincloth in place. “Stop!” she shrieked. “Stop!” She jerked her body against the chains, attempting to fight off the inevitable. Juarez had her loincloth off now. He was between her thighs and she couldn’t escape. She was going to be raped!

Juarez almost drooled as his eyes took in the heroine’s heaving body. She was incredibly beautiful, from the furry triangle between her thighs to her coal black eyes, now wide in terror. And she was so helpless, so completely within his power. His member stiffened into readiness. It was time to take her.

“No!” Lupe screamed again as she watched Juarez unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. The huge member that was revealed seemed impossibly large. A phallus of such proportions would rip open her virgin love canal with frightening brutality. “Please no,” she begged. “I’ll do anything you ask. Only please don’t rape me.”

Juarez seemed to hesitate. Holding his throbbing phallus with one hand he settled back on his haunches. “Anything?” he asked.

Lupe nodded quickly. “I’ll do what you ask,” she gasped. “Only please spare me.”

“I want you to suck me,” Juarez replied.

“I can’t do that,” Lupe wailed. The thought of taking Juarez in her mouth was mortifying.

“Then we’ll do it the hard way,” Juarez replied. He pushed her thighs apart.

“No! I’ll do it!. I’ll do it!” Lupe cried.

“Last chance,” Juarez replied. “You suck me or I’ll take you by force.” He climbed off the altar and adjusted the chains that held the heroine, allowing her to rise to a kneeling position on top of the altar.

Lupe raised her frightened face. There was no mercy in Juarez’ face, only sneering triumph. He was forcing her to perform a disgustingly degrading act in order to save her virginity. Chained and helpless, she had no choice. “Now,” Juarez commanded, “do as you promised.”

His thick rod dangled only inches from her lips. It was so immense that she was sure that she could not take all of it in her mouth. It was something she had never done, and in truth she did not even know how to begin. Juarez, however, was willing to teach her.

“Purse your lips, jungle babe, and open your mouth. You can’t suck me with your lips pressed together.”

Lupe was almost gagging. Juarez’ male scent filled her nostrils, but she obediently did as she was told. Juarez grabbed her hair, and guided her reluctant mouth toward his throbbing member.

“Ooohh!” Juarez groaned. He had jammed his member into Lupe’s warm mouth, distending her jaw to the extent that it was almost dislocated. “You’re such a sweet little bitch. Suck me. Suck me all the way.”

Eyes filled with tears, the helpless heroine bobbed her head. Juarez seemed immense, his rigid organ filling her mouth and pressing deep into her throat as he thrust with his pelvis. She struggled to breathe, gasping for air when he pulled out of her enough to allow her to draw a breath.

Grunting with pleasure, Juarez moved his staff slowly in and out of the mouth of the heroine he was humiliating. Gradually his breathing increased, until he was gasping for air. “Oh god,” he moaned. Then suddenly he spurted into Lupe’s mouth.

“Mmpph!” Lupe’s muffled gasp showed her shock and mortification at having her captor shoot his seed into her mouth. But there was no escape. Juarez held her head, forcing her to swallow his thick warm cream. Only then did he release her.

Lupe hung her head. She had been completely subjugated; forced to perform an act so vile that she felt completely dishonored. And she was still chained, subject to her captor’s every whim. She had preserved her virginity, but at a terrible cost to her dignity and psyche, and for how long?

“Now you see who is the master, jungle girl. I have forced you to serve me like the lowest street whore, and I am not yet finished with you. Before the day is out I will have your virginity.”

Juarez’ words were not unanticipated. Lupe had not expected him to keep his promise. She had sought only to buy time, hoping that somehow she might escape. But it appeared that there was to be no escape. She had only delayed the inevitable.

The first arrow took off Juarez’ hat. The next bounced off the altar next to him. Lupe’s hopes were suddenly revived. The Chinamara were here, still guarding the ancient ruins deep in the heart of their territory. She knew that the reclusive tribe lived close to the ruins. She had befriended them a few years ago and earned their respect through her attempts to control poachers like Juarez. It was for that reason she had guided him to the ancient site, hoping to lure him into a trap. Now it appeared her prayers were answered. They had come at last.

Juarez, however, was determined not to leave without his prize. He had left his rifle back at the van, but he still had his pistol. Drawing it, he fired in the direction the arrows had come from, scattering bullets into the undergrowth. Whether or not he hit anything, the arrows stopped coming. At least for a minute or so. That was all the time he needed. Removing the chains from the altar, he dragged Lupe to the ground beside him, and then pushing her before him, directed her back toward the van.

Lupe staggered and fell deliberately, trying to give the Indians a chance to catch up to the fleeing hunter. Her reward was a brutal kick to the ribs. Juarez grabbed her by her hair and dragged her forcibly down the trail. Another arrow flashed by and another. But both were wide of their mark. Lupe realized that the Indians had to be careful not to hit her. Seeking to slow their escape, she pretended to stumble again. This time Juarez did not bother to resort to simple physical violence; he activated the collar, sending a brutal 50,000 volt charge surging through her body. It knocked her unconscious and Juarez simply tossed her incumbent form, chains and all, across one brawny shoulder and ran like a deer for the van.

Somehow he made it, tossing the insensible girl into the cab of the truck like a sack of meal and then leapt in himself. Within a few seconds he had the truck on the road, hurtling away from the frustrated Indians. Lupe was still a prisoner and headed to who knew what fate.