[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever (20 page)

            “Yvonne, relax!”
Armando ordered.

            With a whimper, she
quickly obeyed as he used the tone that you should never argue with.

            Pushing ever so
slowly, he moved a little deeper, stretching her beyond what she thought
possible.

            Her mouth hurt
with the pressure she was exerting on Rafe´s flesh, the pain was both
excruciating and exquisite, if she hadn´t known that at the end of it, all
three of them would be inside her, she would have told him to stop.  She
concentrated on relaxing, and heard them both hiss as he worked himself deeper
into her.

            “Good girl,” he
told her.

            Tears of pain, not
pleasure this time, trickled down her cheeks, so she released Rafe´s skin, and
said, “For fuck´s sake, push in, I´ll deal with the pain then!”

            Remy chuckled and
muttered quietly, “Better do as the boss says, Armando!”

            She heard a
spitting sound, then felt a hand brush her butt cheeks, she assumed Armando was
wetting his cock.  “Brace her Rafe. It´ll hurt,
cariña
!” he said
quietly.

            She waited one
second, then two, and he thrust into her, all the way.  She grunted low and
long, the tears leaked from her eyes again, but she could feel the tension of
both men under and above her, knew they were fighting their arousal, so she
assumed it was alright for them.  The pain was so bad, it was more of a
discomfort than anything else, something was inside of her in an area where it
shouldn´t be, but she worked hard to relax and accept his dick, and tried to
focus on the pleasure at the end of the tunnel and not concentrate on the pain.

            Armando´s hand
buried between Rafe and her, then moved between her thighs, although the
position was uncomfortable, he managed to rub her clit.  She felt herself start
to respond, her body lubed itself to ease their passage as he used his four
fingers to rub the swollen nub.  It made her feel more sensitive, and she could
feel herself start to clutch at Rafe´s thick cock.  As he rubbed, Armando
thrust into her, slowly, but as her mind was focused on his fingers, she
accepted it easily.  It wasn´t long before she started to pant, and when they
heard her reaction, they all started to move, Remy lifted her head, and
positioned his cock in front of her mouth.

            With a groan she
accepted it, sucking the length deep and wriggling her tongue around it.  Rafe
started to thrust in time to Armando´s motion.  She heard the groan from both
men as both cock heads rubbed the other, separated by a thin wall of flesh
inside her depths.

            Her cunt clutched
at them, her anal muscles clenched.  She’d never been so full, so stretched in
all her life.  The heat of their bodies trapping her between them raised her
lust to a fever pitch.

            She couldn’t help
but moan as Rafe’s fingers replaced Armando´s.  His calloused fingers rubbed her
quickly, moving them in time to their thrusts.  She knew it wouldn´t be long for
any of them to reach climax.

            Remy grabbed her
head and worked her mouth, fucking her face and making her suck him greedily. 
A thick finger , she assumed it was Armando´s, pushed its way into her already
straining pussy, all her muscles clamped down hard.  The unexpected intrusion
hit her like a chain reaction.

            It was all too
much, too intense, to pleasurable to resist anymore.  Their bodies straining,
pumping, moving.  The pulse throbbing in her clit and cunt tried to beat her to
death.

            Nothing had ever
felt so right before, so momentous.  She tried to hold herself back, but she
couldn’t.

            Fire flooded
through her body, heating every limb, burning all her intimate areas.  Fever
lit her from within, reverberating through every nerve, searing her mind, body,
and soul, until she was mindless with pleasure coursing in her veins.

            She moaned loudly
around Remy´s cock, unable to contain the lust burning her alive.  The
vibration of her throat and mouth made him come.  The splash of his cum in her
throat was as welcome as the sun in summer.  She wiggled her hips and soon felt
both men inside her climax too.  That feeling of being branded invaded her
again.  Heat seared her once more, taking her to a place that even with these
three men, she´d never reached.  The cliff became a mountain, and she was free
falling into pleasure, riding waves of ecstasy that she felt in every inch of
her body.

            Being taken by
three men at one time was the stuff of her deepest fantasies.  She’d never
thought to experience something like that in real life, and the reality of it,
the sheer lustful pleasure was enough to burn her mind and faze her body into a
quivering mass of jelly.

            This time she
didn´t pass out, the sensations were
more
than ever before, but she was
awake for all of it.  Her extremities tingled and buzzed, her mind soared,
every naked inch of her celebrated and rejoiced in her climax she shared with
the three men.

            She didn´t feel
the men pull out of her, she was already in exhausted asleep.

Chapter Ten

            Yvonne awoke to
the smell of smoke.  She coughed slightly and sniffed at the rancid air.  She
leaned on an elbow and glared blearily at the sky.  Great clouds of gray smoke
drifted through the blue sky above her.

            “What the fuck is
that?” she croakily asked the man beside her, Remy.

            “Good morning to
you too,
mon ange.
 It´s smoke,” he stated the obvious so she glared at
him instead of the sky.  He held his hands up in mock surrender.  “I don´t know
where it´s from, but at a guess the facility, and whatever it means, it is
nothing good!”

            “Fuck! What are
they trying to do, smoke us out or something?”

            “Either that, or
they´re destroying evidence,” he said gloomily.

            “Damn.  Well, we
need to move then.  If they´re destroying evidence, that sounds like they´re
going to abandon the project and the island--the ship will go with them!”  She
sprang to her feet, the guys had slipped her T-shirt onto her after she’d
passed out.

            She was grateful
for their thoughtfulness.  She quickly pulled on her pants and boots.  “Which
way to the beach?”

            Armando stood at
a distance, talking to the lion shifters.  At her question, he said, “I´ll
lead, we´re all coming.”

            Moving through the
jungle, and at the point where she’d reached lost and absolutely confused, the
men shouted out they’d found something.  “Over here!”

            She followed and
walked out on to a glorious beach.  She had no idea how they´d found it, but she
was glad that she´d seen it.  The beach splayed before them like a poster of
paradise, unspoiled perfection, she´d never seen anything like it.

            Sunlight
glistened on sparkling water.  Waves crashed with white water onto the sand,
inviting them to go inside.  A warm breeze carrying the scent of the ocean
rippled through her hair, caressing her skin.

            It was hard to
believe a place of such breathtaking beauty could hide such deadly secrets.

            The group ran along
the edge of the beach for speed, not only because it was easier to run on the
harder ground nearer the trees, but because they could follow the beach and end
up near the facility, but not too close, as they would have done had they
walked through the jungle.  And they didn’t have to fight the jungle as they
moved, which was a relief to Yvonne.  If she never stepped foot inside another
jungle, it’d be too soon.

            As they neared
the compound, the smell of smoke and burnt hair and flesh filled the air with a
stench that nauseated her.  The thought of what it was combined with the odor,
made her want to vomit.  She dreaded to think what they were about to happen
upon, but she knew it was going to be death.

            “Follow me a
minute,” Armando called out quietly.  He headed back into the trees.  There the
smell was worse, more intense.

            Traveling through
the jungle, they came upon a smoke-filled pit.  As they moved closer, this time
she couldn´t hold it back, she ran away from the pit and threw up.  She
instinctively knew that this had been her real assignment--she´d been a part of
this carnage.  Holding a hand to her mouth, she tried to hold it back, but she
couldn´t, she vomited again.  Feeling weak and wobbly, she returned to the men.

            Armando climbed
out of the pit, wiping soot from his hands on the ground.  “They´ve worked out
how to kill us.  Yvonne, that tranq. gun you were firing, did you see, what the
cats did when the tranquilizer took effect?” he said blackly.

            She gulped and
looked wildly at the men, as she tried to concentrate. “I-I didn´t see, they
were coming at us on the attack, I had to fire the darts to stop them.  I was
focusing more on the men in my troop, one opened fire, but a few shot the
tranqs. and some froze up.  Then a cat jumped me from the back, I couldn´t get
a shot off.  I was concentrating on that specific cat by then, I-I never
noticed, I´m sorry. Why?”

            “I think, the
dart does tranquilize the cats, but it reverts them to a partial shift as well.
 From what Nik´s told me, they altered the virus on him because they wanted
there to be three forms, cat, human, and partial.  With us, we can´t shift
three ways, and if something makes us shift halfway, then we´re vulnerable.  They
tranq. us, then shoot us while knocked out, and we´re dead because we can’t
heal.  The guy that opened fire was doing so to kill the sedated cats, not for
protection.  They must have been preparing to abandon the facility for a few
months...”

            “Oh my God,”
Yvonne moaned.  She stared into the pit, looked into blind eyes, that were
unseeing because of something she´d had a hand in.

            She could feel
her body start to shake in reaction.  There must have been two dozen men in
this pit, for the smoke to be as dense as it was in the sky.  There were more
pits somewhere, more dead men.  Men that before the project had screwed with
nature, had had families, parents, brothers and sisters.

            They would now be
MIA or KIA in Iraq or Afghanistan.  Their families would forever be unaware of
the sanctioned torture that had happened to their sons, brothers, husbands.  She
was hauled into a hard chest and hugged tightly.

            “Rafe,” she
whimpered into his chest.  She knew it was him from his scent alone, she knew
them all by scent now.

            “I know,
cara
,
I know,” Rafe whispered into her hair.

            “I helped this
happen.  How could I have been so fucking stupid?” she moaned, wiping tears
from her eyes.

            “You didn´t help
this happen,
cariña
, you thought you were coming to do a job, you didn´t
know this was going to be the outcome.”

            “I felt bad
enough, when I thought the cats were going to be experimented on again on
recapture.  But all these men, dead,” she whispered, guilt blanketed her from
everything, shame prodded at her with icy fingers. “How could I have done this?
 Thank God, I found you,” she whimpered and rocked into his chest.

            “Come,
muñeca
,
we have to go,” Rafe whispered into her hair.

            Armando called
out to the group, “We´ll set up for the night, as soon as we near a water
source.  Be careful, now we know they
can
kill us, before it was an
if,
now it´s a definite.  We´ve all got family to get back to, let´s get back
in one piece, huh?”

Chapter Eleven

            “
Querida,
wake
up.”

            Yvonne awoke at
Armando´s nudge in the side.  With a jolt, she remembered that awful day and
recalled the horrific nightmare she´d been having.  The dead men had been
chasing her in their partial shift.  They´d been firing the tranquilizer guns
at her, but every time she was shot, she didn´t fall over in sleep, it just
deadened the small area of skin surrounding the shot.  She´d been shot so many
times that sixty percent of her body had been numb.  She´d still had to run
from them though, forever running and forever being chased.  She was both
relieved and unhappy that she´d been woken up, relieved because she´d wanted to
escape the nightmare, and unhappy because it made her think about what she´d
taken part in.

            They´d walked a
few miles away from the pit that evening, and they´d finally come across
another small pool of water, equally as pretty as the one Remy, Armando and
Rafe had dragged her to a couple of days ago.  But this time, her eyes had been
dead, she hadn´t seen anything.  She´d dived in, cleaned her mouth by
constantly rinsing it with the fresh water, then scrubbed at her skin and her
hair.  She´d have stayed there all day, scrubbing and cleaning herself, if Remy
hadn´t waded in to pick her up and carry her out.  She´d clung to him as he´d
lain her down on the ground, and he´d clambered down beside her and tugged her
into his arms.  She´d fallen asleep there, feeling comforted and cared about.