Sacrifice to the Emerald God (4 page)

      “Look at me,
compadre
s,” he shouted out. “I’m a
gringa
tourista!
” He laughed heartily, flicking the loose ends of the broad white cloth descending from its brim over his shoulders like Greta Garbo in Grand Hotel. He then looked down at Margie. “How do I look,
enamorada
?” he said to Margie, leaning over and putting his face dangerously close to hers. The young woman was too frightened to respond. His appearance was like a gross caricature of all the cartoons she had ever seen depicting a Mexican
bandido
. But Diego didn’t really expect an answer. He liked to watch the fear in his victims’ eyes while he taunted them. This
chica
was going to be a lot of fun.

      He took his hot, strong hand and placed it on Margie’s thigh. Margie cringed as she felt his fingers dig into her flesh. She wanted to brush them off, to move away from the ominous man, but she was paralyzed with fear. The large, heavy, vice-like hand began to move upwards on her leg, dragging the thin cotton cloth of her long, multicolored peasant’s skirt along with it. Margie gave out a quiet whine as she realized that the man was not going to stop until he had seen all of her charms. He was watching her eyes as the skirt slid northwards, exposing her freshly shaved shin and then her knee. She was lying on her hip, her other leg underneath her, but the skirt was loose enough that it could be raised all the way to her waist.

      When the hem of the skirt started to climb up her pale, white thigh, Margie decided it was time to act. It seemed to her that she had a choice of risking the fast moving water of the river with its alligators and other dangers, and hazarding an escape into the thick jungle which now closed over the river on either side, or to suffer whatever this man and his friends had in mind for her. They would rape her, she was sure of that. Probably all three of them many times. She could live through that, she guessed. But what would they do with her afterwards? She had a vision of her naked and broken body rotting somewhere on the jungle floor, a feast for carrions, or tumbling lifelessly along the river current until an alligator fished her out for his dinner. They might hold her for ransom, but who was to say that they would deliver her back to Tom and the civilized world alive? Why risk it? These weren’t the efficient, business like kidnappers she had heard about in Mexico or Colombia, whose reputation would suffer if they didn’t deliver the goods. These were bottom crawlers, criminals of the worst sort who lived from day to day, from crime to crime, and damn the consequences.

      Marjorie moved her leg slightly, revealing an expanse of the pale, tender, inner thigh of her bottom leg. As she had anticipated, the bandit’s gaze turned towards the enticing patch of flesh. And then she made her move.

      The desperate woman gave the bandit’s body a hard shove, or at least as hard as she was capable of. The man fell slightly to his right, off balance. Scrambling up, she drew back her knee and gave him a frantic kick with her foot, making his body topple over. Seeing her chance, she then turned and began to climb frantically over the side of the speeding raft.

      Diego was taken by surprise by the enterprising
gringa
. The force of her foot made him lean far over. His right hand released the knife that had won him his liberation and touched the bottom of the boat. He saw the
gringa
spin her body and jump up to the side of the small raft. He knew what she was doing immediately. Diego didn’t consider himself a fate worse than death, but there had been a little, black haired
chinga
who had thrown herself out of a third floor window in
Porto Vaca
rather than be blessed with his charms. And the blond
mujer
was in much more trouble than her.

      But these thoughts flashed through Diego’s animalistic, reactive mind in a flash. Without taking a moment to think about it, he pushed himself up with his right hand and leapt at the fleeing, blond prize, whipping his left hand towards her. She was already half way out of the boat, but he was just able to circle his mighty fist around her left ankle.

     “Nooooooo! Nooooooo!” Margie cried as she felt the iron grip of the outlaw imprison her leg. She yanked at it two, three times in feeble attempts to free it. As she felt herself being dragged back into the boat, her hands clawed at the smooth, round surface of the inflatable craft without finding purchase. She felt her breasts slide over the surface of the raft’s gunwale and then, to her added dismay, as her bright orange tube top was dragged along, her ample, soft, round mounds sprung free.

      Frantic and panicked, Margie whirled around and started to scratch and claw at her captor. “Nooooooo! Nooooooo!” she screamed again and again. She could feel her naked breasts swing freely as she struggled. “Let me go! Let me go!” she yelled helplessly.

      Diego grabbed the wild, delirious woman by her hair and shook her mightily. “You fucking cunt!” he yelled at her. He stopped shaking her head long enough to give her a mighty slap across her face. Her face turned beet red where he struck her and her head turned sharply on her neck in reaction to the blow.

      “Ahhhhhhhhhh! Please! Please! Let me go!” Margie continued to scream as the brutal man struck her again. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned tearfully.

      Diego threw the woman to the bottom of the boat and put his foot in the middle of her back pressing down with all of his weight. He put his hand to his face and then removed it. Blood! The fucking bitch had scratched him! He took his foot off of her back long enough to give her a vicious kick in the ribs. “You fucking cunt!” he shouted at her again.

      Marjorie had lost all semblance of coping with her dire straights. She was sobbing heavily, sure that she had lost her best chance at escape and sure that the man now would treat her more brutally than he would have before. Her face and bare breasts were squashed down against the floorboards of the raft. There was a small amount of river water that had collected there from the spray resulting from their sprint up the river and her body was getting soaked. She groaned with acute pain when the man kicked her and tried to curl up into a little ball. Diego’s heavy foot resumed its place in the middle of her spine and she was once again mashed into the wet, slimy, wooden slats.

      “Oh, please don’t hurt me please again, please!” she cried out in English. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

      Diego was having none of that. This bitch needed tying up, he thought. “And then we’ll see what I can do to make her pay.”

      A good bandit will always plan ahead. Before, when he was about to throw the woman’s hat into the river, he had taken notice of the long, white band of cloth on it. He knew that he would have to tie the cunt up sooner or later and there was no rope that he knew of on their little craft. He was sorry that he hadn’t kept the handcuffs that he had removed back in the town after killing the policemen, but who was to know he would have a beautiful, blond prisoner on his trip to freedom? Nonetheless, the cotton fabric from her hat would do nicely. Besides, tying a woman up was more fun that clapping some cold, machine made steel on her wrists.

      He stripped the ribbon of cloth from the hat and then pulled the wide brimmed, straw boater back over his head. He crouched down next to the sobbing, flailing woman and after replacing the foot that had pinned her to the floor of the raft with his knee, took hold of one of her delicate wrists. It was easy to fasten one end of the long, white cloth around it. The woman seemed to understand what was happening because her crying and struggling became just a little more intense.

      Diego took the wrist that he had captured and bent it up the woman’s back until she gave out a loud moan of pain. “Don’t fuck with me,
conchita
!” he yelled at her. “I’ll break your fucking arm!”

      “Okay! Okay!” Margie yelled back desperately. The man’s knee pressed painfully on her back and her shoulder and arm ached woefully. She did not resist when Diego took hold of her other wrist and joined it to the first. She felt him make several circuits of her joined wrists horizontally and vertically and then tie them off tightly. A wave of unhappiness and despair flowed through her as she realized that she was now defenseless against the man. She tugged at the bindings that kept her wrists crisscrossed together behind her and knew that no effort of her own would ever get them free.

     “
Oh, Tom! Tom!
” she thought desperately. She doubted whether he would even know what had happened to her yet. He was probably still sleeping peacefully in their bed, or, if awake, lying there lazily awaiting a resumption of their passionate lovemaking when she returned. What would he do when he found out that she had been kidnapped? She didn’t know. But she prayed that whatever it was it would be quick and effective. She knew that the longer she was held prisoner by these criminals, the worse things would get.

      Diego looked down at his bound captive. Her fingers writhed prettily in her bonds, seemingly, unwittingly, issuing to him an invitation to partake of her delectable flesh. He saw a little sparkle on her left hand and realized that it was a large diamond ring. Why the gods were so good to him he did not know. The ring alone would bring a small fortune. Between him and his associates, he doubted that they had more than 100,000 bolivars. He knew he didn’t have any because what he had had was appropriated from him when he had been captured. What had started out bad, his capture and near hanging, had turned into a bonanza. The men who had been killed when the army came upon their camp were useless pieces of shit and their deaths had been no loss. Now he had a boat, two relatively efficient
compadres
, a beautiful,
gringa
whore and a diamond ring.

      He leaned over and began to pry the sparkling jewel off of Margie’s finger. She felt his fingers tugging at it and she gave a moan of dismay. “Not my ring!” she thought miserably. She tried to clamp her hand shut to deny the bandit his prize, but a fierce cuff on the head dissuaded her from further resistance. With a little tug, the expensive, 14 carat gold band with the 24 carat diamond slid off of her finger.

       “Ahhhhhhhh,” Diego declaimed to himself as he examined the large, sparkly stone, his knee still cruelly pressing down on the supine woman’s back. There was no need for his
compadres
to know about this, he thought. He stuffed it into his pant’s pocket.

      And now to finish securing his whore. There was a good three feet of white cloth left after he had tied off the woman’s slender wrists. He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled it towards her bound hands. He quickly and efficiently wrapped the band of fabric around it and then brought the other ankle up to meet it. In a trice, it was joined with the first and tied off securely. He connected the end of the cloth to her wrists and then leaned back to admire his workmanship. The woman’s skirt had ridden up on her graceful, pale thighs almost all the way to her ass and he was pleased at what he saw. She was still wearing her cute little sandals and they flailed in the air as the woman tried to come to terms with her plight. But what he really wanted was to see was her tits.

      The broad shouldered, muscular man lifted Margie from the bottom of the boat by taking hold of her long, reddish blond hair and pulling her up to her knees. The woman screamed and protested from the pain. Her face was wild with fear. Her orange top was pulled up over her lovely, pale, full breasts and they swayed prettily as the woman tried to get her balance.

      “Ahhhhhhh, lovely lady, you have been hiding your charms from me,” he said tauntingly. He placed his free hand under Margie’s left breast and squeezed and weighed it as he held her head still by the hair with the other. “What delicious tits, signora. Does your husband like to suck on them? Such
bonita chichis
should be out in the open getting air, mi
conchita
, not all hidden away. Hey Manuelo!” the bandit cried out to the man at the rear of the raft, “How do you like these
guapa frutas
, eh?” Diego, his hand still gripping Margie’s hair tightly, turned her body so that her bared, heavy, round breasts could be fully appreciated by the skinny, lecherous looking man. He gave a broad smile of appreciation and yelled something back. Diego then jerked her around and displayed her to the man in the front. “Quite a prize, eh, Pepe?” he asked him jauntily.

      Marjorie struggled in the man’s fierce grasp. She was mortified that her treasures were being so brazenly displayed to and assayed by the men in the small boat. Her arms were pulled back behind her by the force of the cruel hogtie and her arched shoulders made her twin delights press out invitingly. The fearsome bandit turned her head again so that she was facing him. His hand was still on her breast, squeezing it harshly and lifting it up free of her torso.

      “Do your tits taste as good as they look,
chica
?” the man asked her, his golden teeth shining brightly amidst his toothy grin. “Let me find out, eh?” He lowered his thick, greasy lips to Margie’s nipple and subsumed it between them. He sucked on the teat harshly, drawing in the entire areola. Margie moaned and squirmed in the man’s grasp. “Please don’t!” she whined pitifully. “Please!”

      Marjorie hated everything that was happening to her, could think of no worse fate that could befall her, and yet the ministrations of the man’s lips and foul tongue to her sensitive nipple created a slight, familiar pulling in her loins. Her mind protested against her body’s reaction to her abuse. She tightened her thighs in a futile attempt to fight off her unwanted and incongruous, incipient passion.