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Romancing the Stone, Part Two Rape/Bondage/Drug
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DRUG
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Copyright 1990 All rights reserved
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This is a kind of X-rated version of Romancing the Stone combined
with Raiders of The Lost Ark. Our hero and heroine are down
in the jungles of Peru searching for ancient artifacts. They encounter
evil government soldiers, nasty rebels, and lost jungle natives.
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Part Two
If she hadn't been so disoriented and flustered, she'd have
simply fired him then and there and waited however long it took for
a replacement. Instead she'd staggered out from the back of the
warehouse, he trailing along behind, and almost fell into the lead
car of their little convoy.
The ten men she'd hired had been loading things as she'd
approved them. Now they pulled the last batch into the back of the
fourth jeep. When Jack slapped her on the shoulder, she'd stomped
on the gas and the jeep had lurched forward. She'd almost run into
several cars before Jack had stopped and shoved her over, then
taken the wheel, himself.
For several hours she'd sat there staring at nothing, bleary
and confused. Trying to figure what had happened and trying to
avoid speaking, or even looking at Jack.
The scenery whizzed by as their jeeps moved along towards the
mountains. The road got progressively worse as they moved away from
the city. Soon, they were off the main road, such as it was, and
bouncing along a rutted track through the trees.
There was little to be seen on either side until they entered
the plains, then moved swiftly over and through the tall grasses.
She gradually began stealing little looks at him, always careful
that he wouldn't see. She still couldn't bring herself to talk,
though.
They rode on in silence, the day passing as the jeeps bounced
and lurched forward. It was almost noon when Jack finally pulled
over and they all stopped for lunch. He began asking her questions,
simple little things which she answered in monosyllables.
He grinned at her, then shook his head and snickered. She
glared furiously at him.
"What are you laughing at?" she hissed.
"You."
"And what's so funny about me?"
"You're all upset about a little fuck. I never knew why you
girls get so upset over a little fucking."
"You... you... you..." she stuttered, furiously.
"You practically raped me!" she hissed.
"You sure seemed to like it."
"That has nothing to do with anything!" she yelled.
"If you liked it then why are you mad?"
"I did not like it!"
"Liar."
"You had no right to do that to me!"
"Oh, come on. You know, fucking is such a fun thing, if you
gals would just spread your legs a little more we'd all have a
nicer time of things."
"You are a disgusting, vile, lowlife! You are a slimy, dirty,
perverted, stinking, scummy piece of filthy male meat."
"You liked my meat back in town."
"Fuck you!" she cried.
They continued the meal in silence, then moved out, finding
another rutted road and travelling along it for much of the
afternoon. Late in the day their way was blocked by a downed tree
and they stopped to clear it. Suddenly men jumped out of the bush,
screaming and brandishing machine-guns.
They were quickly surrounded, and a tall, foul smelling man
with a big belly came up to their jeep.
"What Ju Do here?" he demanded.
"I am Doctor Stacie O'Co..."
"Shut up, beetch!" he snarled. He looked at Jack.
"We're going to look for an old Mayan tomb." he said, in
spanish.
"Ju teenk ju find treasure, huh?"
"No. Just old things. We are from a museum."
"Hah! Ju lie to me! Ju lookink for treasure! Ju want to steal
my people's gold!"
"Who are you, anyway?"
The man looked offended, he stuck the barrel of his machine gun
against Jack's chest.
"I am Generalissimo Manual De le Seesimo, Commander of the
People's Revolutionary Commandos!"
"Oh great."
"What?"
"I said, oh good, really wonderful."
"I will rule thees country as soon as dee steenking capitalist
scum are driven out!"
"I'm sure you will."
"Who is this beetch weeth the big teats?"
"This is my wife."
Stacie, unfortunately, knew some Spanish, and was getting tired of
being ignored.
"I am not his wife and I will thank you to keep your foul
mouth shut!" she snapped. Her accent was terrible but Manual got
the gist of it.
"Ju no hees wife?" he said in english.
"I most certainly am not! I am a free woman!"
Manual's english wasn't much better than her Spanish but again he
got the idea, except of course that her "free woman" was
translated in his mind to "worthless woman."
"Ju no look free to me." he said, his eyes roaming her
luscious curves.
"I am free. I am completely free!" she proclaimed.
"Maybe ju like a leetle fuck, hmmm. I see if you good for
someteenk." the others laughed but Stacie scowled.
She slapped his face. He jerked back in astonishment, then
growled and gripped her hair, pulling her head up and back. One of
the men stuck his gun in Jack's nose as Manual dragged Stacie out
of the of the jeep and pushed her against the side.
"No woman heets Manual De Le Seesimo!"
"You lowlife scum!" she howled. "You think you're brave? Only
a coward would act like this! You can go and fuck yourself!"
Again Manual got the gist of her message. As far as he could
tell she had said he had no manhood and was unworthy of her, being
of low birth. She had also said something or other about him
masturbating.
He slapped her, then backhanded her so she fell to the ground. He
grabbed her by the hair then and dragged her to her feet, throwing
her into the arms of one of his men.
"We will see who has his manhood!" he hissed. "You can go.
Since this woman is so worthless, we will take her with us and show
her how she can be of value to the People's Revolutionary Army!"
"Uh, I don't think you..." Manual stuck his gun barrel under
Jack's nose.
"Whatever you say, Generalissimo." he said. The General's men
hauled up on a rope and the tree lifted like a gate. He drove
through, followed by the other three jeeps.
"Blackthorn!" she screamed. "You scummy filth! Get back here!"
"Ju cum weeth me, beetch!" Manual dragged her off the road and
down a short trail through the jungle. Stacie had her hands up on
his wrist, trying to keep him from pulling her hair. He booted her
ass several times as they walked.
"Steenking slut! I'll show you to heet Manual De Le Seesimo!"
"Let me go! I am an American citizen!" she yelled.
"Fuck you, beetch!"
He hurled her forward into a small clearing, and she fell
forward onto her hands and knees.
"Strip her!" he ordered his men, beginning to undo his belt.
Several men rushed her and began grabbing at her pants and shirt.
She screamed and clawed at them, receiving several more slaps and
a punch in the belly that finally shut her up.
Her shirt and skirt were torn off her, followed quickly by her
bra. She had yet to replace the panties Jack had torn off. When she
was naked, two of the guerrillas lifted her to her feet and held
her, one on either side, their hands under her arms.
Seesimo strode up to her, naked from the waist down. He had a
long, curving brown cock that stuck out from beneath his uniform
shirt.
"Some body ju got zere, beetch." he said, admiringly. He
cupped her breasts as if weighing them, then began to squeeze them
tightly, his fingers working deep into the sensitive flesh, mashing
and twisting her breasts from side to side as he leered at her.
Stacie was mortified, utterly humiliated by her nudity before
these men and their leering, smirking eyes. His words were simply
too much and she felt she had to respond somehow.
She slammed her knee up but he jerked aside and she only
caught him a glancing blow. He cursed angrily, then cuffed her on
the side of the face, knocking her back. He followed with his own
knee, which he slammed up into her crotch.
She gasped and gurgled in pain, waves of dizziness going
through her frazzled brain. He punched her in the belly, his fist
sinking almost to her spine.
"Whooore!" he spat, bringing his knee up into her cunt again.
The men forced her to her knees before him, twisting her arms
up behind her back and jerking her hair to pull her head back. Then
she was looking into his crotch as he moved his dick towards her.
Her jaw hung down as she panted for breath and Seesimo slid his
cockhead between her lips and into her mouth.
His hand was on her head now, in her hair, pulling her head up
and back as he slid his cock into her oral cavity.
"Ju suck me, beetch, or ju fuckeenk die!" he held a pistol in
his other hand and put the barrel against her forehead. Stacie
gagged on the dirty cock in her mouth, but her eyes were wide as
she stared at the barrel up against her head.
She began to work her lips and tongue on the filthy, foul
smelling organ as it rapidly hardened. Soon it was too big for her
mouth and Seesimo began to pump it in and out like he was fucking
a cunt. His cockhead slapped and bounced against the back of her
mouth as he jammed it into her.
She sucked as best she could, her body aching and her head
pounding. She groaned around the thick man-meat as it pounded back
and forth in her mouth, and tried to hold back the waves of
sickness that were flowing up from her belly.
Then he jammed his now rock hard cock against the back wall of
her cunt with new force. She felt it pushing hard against the
entrance of her throat and tried to close her throat against it. He
pulled back. Her throat had held.
But then he threw his hips forward, his cock driving into her
again. His cockhead crashed against the entrance of her throat and
then popped through, sliding it's thick pulpy harness down the thin
tube of her throat as she gagged and struggled in horror.
His cock slid down her throat, making the thin tube ache and
bulge outward. She felt his cock-knob going into her very chest as
he giggled with delight far above her. She couldn't breath,
couldn't move, couldn't think of anything but that thick slab of
meat in her aching throat.
It seemed to pulse and throb inside her as he held it there
momentarily. Then he slid it back up the length of her tube until
the head popped out of her throat and back into her mouth. She
gasped for breath, drawing shaking gasps of air into her chest as
Manual sniggered and boasted to his men in Spanish.
She didn't make out what he said, but heard cheering. Then the
cockhead thrust forward, again smashing into her throat and sliding
down the length of it to her chest.
This time when he withdrew he didn't let his cockhead pass out
into her mouth. Instead he began to fuck her throat, sliding his
cock up and down her throat as she struggled forlornly and went
whiter and whiter with pain and lack of oxygen.
He put both his big hands on the sides of her head, forcing
her head even further back as he began to ram his boner up and down
her throat. His belly slammed into her face, cracking against her
nose, bringing tears to her eyes as his cock pistoned back and
forth between her puffy lips.
She grunted and moaned and whimpered around the pounding cock,
but the men surrounding her only cheered Seesimo on as he brutally
reamed out her throat with his long, thick cock. She was almost
unconscious before he pulled his cock out again.
Then he let her breath, let her draw in great shaking breaths
of air as he rubbed his spit soaked cock all around her face,
wetting her forehead, her nose, her cheeks and then pressing it to
her lips again. He slid his cock in, then drove it down her throat
until her face was mashed tightly against his groin.
Then he tore his cock free and cursed something at the men.
They shoved forward on her back and head, pinning her face into the
dirt as Seesimo moved around behind her. They raised her ass and
spread her legs, still holding her arms up behind her back.
She was gasping for breath, her chest heaving, and could only
concentrate on how sweet each new breath was as she felt hands
pawing at her buttocks and crotch. Then she felt her twat lips
pried open and a sudden hard object rammed into her slit.
She gasped, then grit her teeth as Seesimo forced his cock
deep into her belly.
"Theenk I have no manhood, beetch? Here is my manhood!" he
crowed, driving his prong, balls deep inside her. He twisted his
thick meat around inside her pussy as he rode up over her.
He ground himself into her, his cockhead rubbing against her
cervix as his belly rode up her back and his cock pulled on her
cunt like a hook, trying to draw her forward. Then he moved back,
balanced himself firmly and began to pump his cock inside her.
He shoved at the men holding her, pushing them aside, then
gripped her hair, dragging her up onto her hands. She knelt on all
fours as he humped her, his cock churning rapidly in her hot
sucking cunt box.
As her breathing steadied, her attention was drawn back to her
situation, and she realized that she was on all fours, naked, and
being fucked like a bitch dog while two dozen slovenly men sat and
stood about watching.
She turned beet red once again, whimpering, then almost
sobbing in frustration, fury, and humiliation. That she, a
brilliant doctor was reduced to such status by a filthy, ignorant
man was almost more than she could bear. It was worse than the
danger she was in, worse than the pain she was feeling.
She felt his thick meat as it pumped inside her belly, felt
his cockhead repeatedly striking her cervix, felt the entire
bloated mass's movement as it pistoned inside her tight, velvety
cunt tube. This was nothing at all like what Jack had done. There
was no pleasure here, none at all, only pain and humiliation as the
fat man used her for his pleasure.
Her cunt burned with pain as his hard cock rodded into her.
Seesimo was punching it into her twat with as much force as he
could muster, skewering the tight tunnel to assert his manhood's
force to her. He threw his hips forward with as much strength as he
could, gratified at the grunt of pain from the woman as his prong
punched into her belly.
"Ju like eet, beetch?" he cackled, his hands sliding under her
and locking around her hanging titties. Their bouncing and swaying
stopped as his fingers squeezed into them, pinching and kneading
the meat with a brutal, vice-like grip.
He shoved her down, his hands pushing hard on her back and
head. He mashed her face into the dirt as he pounded his rod into
her box.
"Steeck jour ass eem the air!" he cursed, jerking at her leg.
"Steeck jour ass een the air, beetch!"
He rutted viciously into her, his hands on her hips now and jerking
her back to meet his furious forward thrusts. His cock stabbed
painfully hard down into her fuck-box, crashing and smashing back
and forth within her.
She felt her belly quiver and heave as his cock churned her
guts up. His belly was slapping into her raised buttocks with a
furious slapping sound as he shifted into overdrive and really
began to pound it into her. His men watched with approval as he
used her with ferocious brutality, spearing his tool into her
relentlessly until his cum gushed forth and filled the sluttish
Yankee woman's belly.
Then he pulled out of her and contemptuously kicked her belly,
knocking her to her side, where she moaned and clutched her crotch.
"Now ju see that my manhood is eentact, no?" he said, to
guffaws from his men. His number one man moved forward. He dropped
his pants, then kicked the woman onto her back and knelt between
her spread legs. He jerked his cock in his hand several times,
making it stiff, then lowered himself on top of her.
His cock slid into her cunt to the hilt, then he began to hump
into her, kissing her face and neck as his hands slid under her and
cupped her ass cheeks. He drew her lower body up to meet him as he
stroked downward, his cock sliding evenly back and forth in her
fuck hole.
He bent and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, sucking
and chewing as he jerked his cock into her with hard driving
thrusts. He lifted her legs up and pushed them back. Her ankles
were up on his shoulders as he stroked into her with greater speed
and force.
Her cunt was exposed and defenceless as he pounded his
erection down into her crotch. He humped down into her with great
gusto, gleefully leering at her as his cock stroked back and forth.
He kissed her, jamming his tongue into her mouth and snaking it
against her own tongue.
His hands squeezed and twisted her big tits, making her whine
in pain. Then he began hammering his cock into her, shoving her
legs back against her as he rodded furiously. She felt a hot gush
of liquid deep inside her belly and knew he had dropped his load
inside her.
He sighed with relief and pulled out, only to be replaced by
another. Before he could stick his cock into her, however, Seesimo
kicked him off and started cursing orders. The men got up and
started moving off. One of them dragged her to her feet and shoved
her after them.
They moved down the trail, Stacie hopping from foot to foot as
sharp stones and sticks dug into her soft bare feet. She winced and
trembled with fear, wondering where they were going and how she
would get away.
She knew that they would not let her go. And further realized
that every last one of these men would likely rape her as soon as
they got to where they were going. The thought of being used as a
sex slave by these unwashed savages for an endless time almost made
her burst into tears.
Then there was an explosion far ahead. All the men started
cursing and dove to the ground. The men behind her moved up and
there was shooting coming from ahead. There was another explosion
from up there and gunfire exploded from the men on both sides of
her.
She didn't think they could even see what they were shooting
at, but they shot anyway. She curled up in a ball on the ground,
her hands over her ears and her eyes closed.
A hand grabbed her wrist and jerked her upward. She opened her
eyes to see Jack's glaring face just above her. She stared at him,
stupidly.
"Move your ass, girl! We gotta get the fuck out of here before
ol' Manual figures out he's shooting at shadows!"
He jerked her to her feet then started dragging her back the way
they'd come. She saw the three men that had been near her lying in
pools of blood, hideous gunshot wounds on their backs.
Her feet hurt but Jack wouldn't slow down, speeding up even
more when the sound of gunfire finally stopped. He led her back
through the little clearing, pausing only a moment to get her boots
and shove them on. Then he ran forward, dragging her along.
Her flesh stung as branches and leaves slapped at her bare
skin. Then they burst out onto the road and started running even
faster. Her chest was heaving and her legs were ready to collapse
under her, but Jack held tightly to her wrist and pulled her along.
A few hundred feet up the road they came to their jeep. He
shoved her in and jumped in himself, jamming his foot down on the
gas.
The car jumped forward and picked up speed, racing over the
rutted track like it was an expressway. Stacie bounced up and down
on the seat, clinging to it for dear life. Her big breasts were
bouncing up and down like jello, slapping up and down against her
chest.
They drove for almost ten minutes before Jack finally began to
slow down. As her body settled more firmly onto the seat, she
finally began to catch her breath and regain some control of her
faculties. She turned and looked at him dazedly.
"Had to wait until I could mount a diversion." he said,
casually. "Couldn't do it in the clearing cause they were all
around you. I knew they'd go up the trail so I planted a little bit
of dynamite and a couple of charges. Stupid fucks walked right into
it.
"I... I... I need some clothes." she finally said.
He grinned and shrugged. "You look fine to me." he said, his eyes
moving up and down her body. She stared down at the seat as he
finally brought the jeep to a halt.
"I think I got a jumpsuit in here somewhere." he sighed,
turning and reaching over his shoulder. He finally pulled out a
soiled looking jumpsuit and tossed it into her naked lap. She had
to get out of the jeep to put it on.
She turned her back, embarrassed, then stepped into the legs
and pulled it up around her. She shrugged into the arms, then drew
up the zipper. It was way oversized for her. Jack appeared around
the side of the jeep. He bent and rolled up the ankles, then the
arms. The thing still sagged on her but not too badly.
"It'll do till we get to camp."
"Where is camp?" she asked, automatically.
"A ways ahead. I told Jeeda not to stop until they were at the
Nienda river. We got a bit of driving to do yet, and it's gettin'
dark, so we better hurry."
They got back into the jeep and it lurched forward, bouncing
and swaying on the crumbling dirt road. The light dimmed further
and he turned on his headlights. Stacie sat quietly, wrapped in her
own misery and wonderment.
She couldn't understand her own terrible luck. First she had
acquired this... this.... the insult she had been using since he'd
showed up died when she realized that he had, after all, rescued
her from a long and painful ordeal.
She'd been raped, but not fifty times like she probably would
have been. She was fine. You're fine, she told herself. Fucking is
no big deal, just like Jack said. Those grimy, filthy men were
scum, and she'd never see them again anyway.
"Thank you." she said, quietly.
"Don't mention it."
"You could have been killed."
"Coulda been."
"And I haven't exactly been nice to you since yesterday."
"You were nice enough in the warehouse."
She blushed and looked away.
"Well, thank you anyway."
"We'll see how grateful you are in camp." he winked and leered
at her. She stared at him, dumbfounded.
"How can you even suggest... Don't you know what they did to
me?"
"They fucked you from what I saw."
"You... saw them?"
"Course. Told you I did."
She was even more embarrassed now.
"If... if you know, then how, how can you come on to me like
that?"
"What's one thing got to do with the other? You got a nice
body there, girl. Every man who sees you wants to use it. Ain't
nuthin' strange about that. So ol' Manual was a little rough. I'll
be a lot more friendly."
"Men are pigs." she sighed, shaking her head.
"Ain't it the truth." He agreed.
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