Lamia (16 page)

I told her to kneel on the edge of the bed and I also slipped off my shorts and top, picking up the crop before returning to the bed.  I threw my arms around Mateo, feeling his
stiff cock pressing against me.  I stroked it as I told him that the girl
also
had to
learn to obey the Lamia
, so I needed to beat her as well.

I told her to bend over and Mateo watched in fascination of this close encounter with two women.  It took fifteen stinging strokes before she cried out that she would obey the Lamia as well.  Then I knelt down and ran my tongue into her little hole, stroking Mateo’s cock with
my
hand
.  Then I used thumb and forefinger to flick her clitoris and massage her G-spot, while I took the cock fully into my mouth.  I brought the two so close together that I could flick my tongue between them and I continued to guide
the cock
into her
, letting my lips glide along its shaft.  It felt very erotic watching the long shaft slide in and out, and I decided to help by rubbing her clitoris and fingering her anus, which I noticed she had greased in anticipation.

I thought I would share the fun at the other end so I slid my body underneath Sarita, spreading my legs wide, my face in line with hers.  She had a look of pure pleasure on her face, but then she whispered to me.

‘Don’t forget your promise.’

I called to Mateo.

‘Shove it in the other hole. 
It felt very tight to me and
I want to see her face
when you stretch it.’

Now
I have watched other women’s faces when Mateo has been having his fun: the resigned look at having to let him take her, the slightly uncomfortable look as he fingers
her
anus, the shocked look when he’s about to push it in there and the look of agony when he
does so
.  It was different with Sarita. 
Her eyes opened wide with excitement as he
poked
in
one finger,
two fingers, then three.  Sarita was mouthing the number to me.  Then she thought she’d add something more to the situation.

‘No, you can’t put it in there,’ she cried.  ‘That’s wrong!’

She closed her eyes in
anticipation and I knew that his cock was pushing against her hole.
  There was a gasp and he rammed it in fully, balancing her on the edge of orgasm as he held it there.  Then he took her like a wild animal, fast and furious.  I pushed myself further up the bed and raised my hole up to her willing tongue, in full sight of Mateo.  This drove him even wilder and he cried out as he emptied his sperm.

Sarita and I lay there kissing and talking about what had just happened, while Mateo showered.  He reappeared with a towel round his waist, which I soon removed.

‘I haven’t had my turn yet,’ I told him.

I knelt on the edge of the bed and bent over, feeling Sarita’s lips and knowing that she was massaging Mateo’s cock.  Then I felt her fingers and
I knew that his cock was now in her mouth.  It was thrilling to have Sarita witness Mateo’s cock sliding into me and as she slid underneath me, we kissed passionately.  Then it was her turn to tell Mateo to switch holes and to watch my expressions as he did so.  With his cock plunging into me, Sarita then slid up the bed and I came to orgasm with my tongue inside her.

Sarita was only there for another five days but we made the most of the time.  We would lie in bed with
her
in the middle and she would pretend to struggle as we both groped her.  I showed Mateo that we could tie her to the hook.  This was a good place to get a spanking with my tongue giving her an orgasm.
  I was sorry when she left, but also a little relieved as Mateo was getting to like her too much.
”

Lamia had really noticed my predicament and knelt down in front of me.

“Oh you poor thing,” she said.  “Let me help you.”

With that she tugged at my belt, undoing my trousers.

“Stand up,” she whispered.

I stood up and she gently pulled at my trousers, carefully guiding them over my erect cock.  Then I felt her lips slipping over the end and a few strokes later I was shooting my hot liquid into her willing mouth.

“There,” she said.  “Now you can relax again
,” as she pulled u
p my trousers and sat down
.

I was speechless and a little embarrassed.  How did she know she could do that?  I would not have dared to do the same thing to her and yet she acted as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
  I was desperately trying to think of something to say.  Should I thank her?
  My mind was racing as she sipped her water.

“So you had everything you wanted.”

“Yes, we had money, servants, great holidays, good food and the adoration of the majority of the people.  After two years we were controlling an area three times the size of the one we started with.  Mateo and I were equals
; we each found our own ways to amuse ourselves both together and apart.  He was my king and I was his queen.”

I cast my mind back to her first meeting with Mateo when she was a shy young virgin called Maria.  I thought of all she had been through and yet she was not bitter.  She had carved a very good life for herself in the face of difficulties that would have defeated most people.  So I asked the question that was foremost in my mind.

“So what happened?”

“We heard from our sources that one of Almero’s sons wanted to take back control of the section.  He had sent a delegation of three men to meet with one of the drug barons and his associates.  This kind of thing had to be stamped on straight away
so spies were on alert and eventually the mountain men brought three unfortunate figures to the house.  Their fine clothes had been confiscated and replaced with rags.

Mateo had them beaten with a palillo and then stood on a platform a few metres up the lookout tower.  Their fingers
of one hand
were individually tied with nylon rope to an overhead beam.
  Then there was a cheer as an individual would be pushed off, ripping fingers from their sockets.  When a finger or two refused to dislodge, the men hung on the body to detach it.  If the men screamed a lot on the first go, when they realised that the fingers on their other hands were to be ripped off as well, their screams of terror were deafening!  Fire was used to cauterise the stubs and the men were set free.”

Again I began to feel ill at the sheer barbarity of her lifestyle. I tried to reason that it had to be that way, but I could not come to terms with her total disregard for human suffering.  She must have read my thoughts.

“
Oh, again I see that you disapprove of the way I live my life. 
When you spen
d
a lot of money on a hi-fi system or a new TV,
do you ever consider how much suffering you could prevent by sending the money to some foreign aid charity?  Do you not consider that you are relatively rich because other people in the world are desperately poor?  When you go to the theatre, you are spending money that could buy life-saving medicines for a sick child.  Money that could feed a family for a month.  You disapprove of me killing a few men who choose to work in a dangerous environment, while you put your one night of entertainment against the lives of children!  You might want to rethink some of your principle
s!”

I was taken aback by her sudden outburst
and realised that had I been in the same situation, I probably would not have survived.

“I’m sorry Lamia,” I said.  “I have no right to judge your life.  Please carry on.”

She seemed to relax a little and we shared a few mango slices.

It was almost a week later when the bad news was delivered.
  Alejo rushed in but then stood there with his head hung.  It took Mateo shaking him before he told us that
there had been a mistake and that
the men we had tortured were actually the drug-baron’s representatives, one of them the son of the main man.  They were currently heading for the house with a small army.

There was only one chance for us.  We had to try to get to the Ecuadorian border.
  I threw a few essentials into my pack and we headed for the
cloud forests; a place where we could easily disappear.

We took the vehicle as far as we dared and then dumped it, taking off on foot.  We had a fair distance to travel to the cloud forest, but I was in an area that I knew well and nobody could keep track of my movements there.....except dogs!  This was what neither of us had banked on.

We were quite a bit ahead and climbing some rocks when a shot rang out and Mateo fell.
  It was a lucky shot but the bullet had ripped into his stomach.  He knew that he was dying and he told me to leave him there and make my escape.  I had to treat his wound and give him some pain killers.  He kept on begging me to go but I couldn’t just leave him there.  They would have made sure that he died in agony.  They were closing in and my chances of escaping were getting slim.  I kissed my king goodbye, told him that I was sorry, then I put my mouth on his throat and closed my teeth gently but firmly over his windpipe, until he stopped breathing.

I ran to the nearby rock face and began to scramble up, but it was a half-hearted attempt and when the bullet hit me in the leg, I slid down again into the arms of my captors.  You know the rest.
”

“I’m so sorry Lamia,” I said as I knelt by her side and cradled her in my arms.

I kissed her on the head, then on the cheek and finally a peck on the lips.  She looked sad and vulnerable and I lifted her chin and kissed her passionately. 
Her body was so pliable and I quickly slipped off her top and slid my lips over her breasts, sucking on the nipples as she moaned.  She pulled off my shirt and her smooth hands explored my chest.  The drug and the memories of all the stories she told me pumped through my body and I unbuttoned her snakeskins and pulled them off.  I stood up and undressed, lifting her to her feet where we kissed again.  I tried to slip my hand down her knickers but she resisted, saying that I was not ready for the Lamia.  This made me even more determined and we finally wrestled to the bed.
  She slipped a rope over my wrist and tied it to the metal headboard.  Then she did the same to my other wrist and I was lying face down.  She tied my ankles and I was spread-eagled. 

“You’re not powerful enough to take the Lamia,” she said in derision.

Then she stood beside the bed and my eyes were fixed on her knickers.  They were so skimpy; just a straight line below her hips which could come down with a single tug.  She rubbed herself outside the fabric, finally slipping her hand inside, exploring that which she denied me.  Her eyes rolled and her breathing grew heavier.

“Untie me and I’ll show you how powerful I am!” I said in desperation.

“Perhaps you’re not a real man.  After all, you didn’t want to hear about my revenge on those men.  Perhaps you would have liked them instead.”

She blew out one of the candles and snuffed out the red end
.

“Perhaps this is what you want,” she said as the warm end of the candle penetrated my anus.

I screamed and begged her to remove it.  Then I felt the sting of the belt on my buttocks.  The candle was hand-made, rough and tapered and every time I jumped it hurt me, yet still the belt stung me.

My right wrist seemed a bit loose and I managed to free it, grabbing hold of the belt and throwing it in the corner.  Then I untied myself.  My next move should have been to grab hold of her, throw her over my knees and give her a thorough spanking, but something had changed.  Whether it was in her eyes or her body language I was not certain, but now, instead of
being led by her actions, I knew that I now held the power.

“Go and get the belt,” I commanded her.

Lamia walked slowly to the corner, picked up the belt and brought it to me.