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Romancing the Stone, Part Five Rape/Bondage/Drug
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
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 Five
She slept for hours, finally waking near dawn. She felt the
tingling between her legs and remembered the events of yesterday
and last night with a sudden shock. Her mouth opened in
astonishment and horror as it all came back to her.
Yesterday was bad enough, but last night had all been her own
doing! What had caused her to behave like that. Then she realized
the strength of the tingling and heat between her legs and realized
that she was, even then, without knowing it, rubbing her cunt
harshly.
That stuff, she thought. It must have been that stuff they had
poured into her cunt. It was the cause of the desperate heat and
itch within her loins. She rubbed harder, even as she realized
this, and tried to think of what to do.
She had nothing that she could really use to clean the stuff
out of her. She slid her finger deep into her box and slid it back
out coated with the strange, oily substance. She looked at it
carefully, trying to analyze it like a scientist, even as she
rubbed her other hand against her cunt.
It seemed, if she remembered properly, weaker than before,
though it was hard to tell for sure. What she really needed... was
a good hard fucking. Her eyes widened as she completed the
sentence. No! She didn't... she didn't... but she did.
The need for cock meat began to overcome her desire to fight
against the chemical reaction she knew the stuff must be bringing
to her body. She felt how hard and swollen her breasts were, how
sharp and stone-like her nipples were.
Her cunt oozed and pulsed with heat as she began to finger
fuck herself with two plunging fingers. She squeezed her titties
and rubbed at her clit as she writhed back and forth on the cot.
She felt her body grow hotter and hotter, then exploded with a
desperate release of heat and passion.
Her cunt spat out cum juice like a volcano shooting forth it's
fire and her mind was frazzled by repeated hammer blows of
orgiastic delight. She stuffed three fingers deep into her crotch
hole as she bent into a fetal position and rocked from side to
side.
Finally she stopped, groaning and gasping for breath. Her mind
began to free itself of the desperate craving she'd felt and she
tried once again to analyze things scientifically. She need to wash
out her cunt, she thought. She had to do that and fast.
She jumped out of bed and went over to the canteen of water
sitting on a table. She picked out a rag and soaked it. She rubbed
it with soap and then stuffed it into her cunt, trying to wash her
box out. Instead of easing the heat between her legs, it merely
added to it.
She felt her desires ignite once again and began to fuck
herself with the rag in a way that was not just for cleaning. She
tore it out and masturbated furiously, slumping back on the low
camp stool and pumping three fingers into her hole as she grunted
and moaned with pleasure.
She felt her juices rise, then threw back her head and grit
her teeth to stop from screaming as an orgasm flashed through her,
setting her to swaying and shuddering in place as her cunt erupted
with titanic bolts of sexual ecstasy.
She fell back off the camp chair and lay there exhaustedly,
her legs spread wide. She whimpered and moaned, waiting for the
sensations to come to her again, but they didn't and she began to
think that perhaps the soap had done the trick.
She lay there for long minutes but felt no arousal. Slowly she
sat up and then stood on shaky feet. She moved over to the bag that
held her clothes and began pulling them out. Still there was no
renewal of the desperate excitement.
Her cunt was still soaking with cum and soap and water so she
took a dry towel and rubbed herself dry. She stopped in shock as
her cunt blazed with heat again. She took the towel away and stood
there swaying, her legs apart as she tried to deny the burning
between her legs.
But she couldn't. She moaned and dropped to her knees, her
hands jamming against her crotch as she bent low and began to hump
against her plunging fingers. She mewled with glorious desire as
she came and came, her orgasm washing over her and beating her into
the ground.
She recovered finally and stood up again. Experimentally, she
touched her count lightly. She rubbed her finger very slightly
against her clit and felt the arousal begin again. She pulled her
hand away and stood there unmoving as the heat slowly subsided.
Obviously the stuff, whatever it was, had tremendously
sensitized her cunt, making even the slightest touch one of passion
and carnal desire. If she could keep from touching herself, then
perhaps the stuff would wear off.
She pulled on a loose skirt, with no panties beneath it, then
put on a shirt and sweater and walked out of the tent.
"Morning." Jack said.
"Good morning." She replied, surprised at the evenness in her
voice.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you." she said, coldly. Then she softened her
voice, remembering that he had, after all, saved her from death.
"I'm sorry." She said. "As you can guess, I'm not feeling all
that friendly right now."
Several of the labourers snickered and Jack looked towards them in
surprise.
"I'd like to get an early start." She said.
"Fine with me. You sure you want to keep on? Things haven't
been working out all that well. This expedition might be jinxed."
"I don't believe in jinxes." she said, flatly. "We'll go on."
"Okay, sis. It's your game."
"Have you any idea who those native wee?"
"Nope. There ain't supposed to be any tribes around here, but
then from what I can tell from the maps, their village is on the
other side of the mountains there and nobody much goes there."
"Nor shall we. How long till we can load and leave?"
"Half an hour."
"I need something to eat first. I'm famished." Indeed, her
strenuous energetics had starved her of energy. Jack watched in
astonishment as she wolfed down a half dozen eggs and a half pound
of bacon, all while standing and looking out into the bush
surrounding them.
"Ready to go." He said, half an hour later.
"Good."
She very carefully got into the passenger seat beside him and
grit her teeth grimly. The jeep started forward, the others
following. Soon she was bouncing up and down on the seat, her cunt
slapping down with great force as they moved through the brush.
Her body was covered with sweat as she tried desperately to
fight off the heat that was soon blazing in her gut. She squeezed
her thighs together around her fiery cunt and tried to ignore the
desires wafting through her.
Jack kept turning and looking at her, wondering at her silence
and strange facial expressions. She ignored him, ignored everything
in fact. She tried to resist the impulses that kept stabbing into
her, the desires to jam her hands between her legs and jerk off, to
jump on Jack and impale herself on the hard cock she knew she could
rouse.
"Whatever they used on your hair has sure made a difference."
He said, looking for something to talk about.
"What... what do you mean?" she gasped, fighting to keep her
voice steady.
"Well, it's blonde again."
"What?"
"Your hair. You dyed it brown didn't you? It's blonde again,
or at least, kind of bleached blonde."
"I didn't notice." She panted, looking at the strands of
whitish blonde hair hanging around her cheeks. It wasn't her normal
golden color but it was definitely not the brown it was. That must
have been some harsh soap they'd used. She couldn't concentrate on
it though as the heat in her cunt gave a sudden upward flare just
then.
She started to bounce up and down on the seat harder than the
bucking jeep could cause. Her hands had drifted her lap, clasped
modestly, but her knuckles pressed harder and harder into her
crotch. She held out as long as she could, then with a cry of
frustration, she tore her skirt up, spread her legs and began to
furiously finger fuck her pussy.
Jack stared in shocked amazement as she threw back her head
and ground herself down on her fingers, jamming the digits deep
into her pussy as she mewled and moaned and grunted desperately. He
almost ran into a big tree as he watched her glistening fingers
move in and out of her crotch hole.
"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" she groaned, humping down
against her hands, slumping down in the seat as she jammed her
knuckles against her clitty and mashed it furiously. She came,
rutting up and down, humping her crotch against her hands as she
grunted through the orgasmic winds of pleasure.
Then she slumped down, staring ahead as she caught her breath.
"That was really something." Jack said, finally.
"Shut up."
"You aren't going to explain why you just did that?"
She groaned and turned away, then finally turned back to him.
"They put something inside me, some kind of oily stuff. I
think that's what's causing it. Any time I touch my... my pelvic
region, it cause a tremendous amount of... of... well, of sexual
desire.
"Uh uh." he said, dubiously.
"It reaches an irresistible level and has to be quenched. I
can't help myself."
"Bet you could get a fortune for the formula." he observed.
"OH shut up you stupid pig of a m an! Don't you realize how
awful this is to me?"
"Sort of. It's kind of hard to empathize though."
"Since you're always in heat, I'm sure you're right." She
snarled.
"Least I never pulled out my dick in public."
"I told you that's not me! That's this stupid stuff!"
"Well get rid of it."
"I can't! I mean, i think it's a chemical reaction. It should
hopefully wear off soon."
"It better. I'd hate to see you do that in the lobby of the
Hilton."
"Just shut up and drive." She snarled.
Twice more in the next two hours she was overcome with sexual
desire and had to whip her skirt up and jerk off as the jeep
bounced along.
"I can't stand this." she groaned, after the third time.
"We have to get onto a road."
"There ain't no roads headed where we're going."
"I don't care. Get us onto a road. Find a hospital or clinic
or something. Maybe alcohol or some kind of sterile fluid will wash
this stuff out of me."
"I dunno. I kind of like you like this. It breaks up the
monotony of the driving."
"Find a fucking hospital!" she screamed into his ear.
"Okay. Okay. Jeeese!"
There happened to be a road nearby. He hadn't used it because
it ran east west, while they were going north. He turned and headed
towards it, and minutes later they were humming along with
comparative smoothness.
They reached a village ten minutes later and he got out and
asked about a hospital or doctor. They didn't have either, but
there was a clinic run by a missionary group twenty miles ahead. He
thanked them and got back into the jeep.
"Well?"
"Twenty miles ahead there's a clinic."
"Thank God."
They drove down the dusty, but fairly level road and reached
the clinic in forty five minutes. Jack and Stacie jumped out of the
car and hurried inside, only to find it deserted. Stacie looked
around in surprise.
"Were the fuck is everyone?"
"Dunno, babe."
"Well, I don't need them. They've left their supplies here."
She began to sort through the supplies, pulling out bottles to
inspect them.
"This might work." she muttered, putting aside a bottle of
pure alcohol. She searched for something further as Jack wandered
back outside, searching for the doctors, or missionaries, or
whoever it was that ran the place.
He looked up the road and saw a cloud of dust that seemed to
be getting bigger.
"Uh Oh." He said. He turned and raced back to the jeeps,
yelling to the men.
"Get the fuck out of here!" he cried. Drive to the next camp on the
map and hurry!"
The jeeps backed up and then turned off into the brush beside
the road as he ran back towards the clinic. The dust clouds had
grown larger still and he could make out the vehicles moving in
front of them. They were close and getting closer by the second.
He dove behind some bushes, cursing furiously as he realized
he wouldn't be able to make it back to the clinic without getting
caught. All he could do was hope for the best at this point. He dug
his way into the center of the bushes and tried to see what was
going on as half a dozen jeeps and trucks pulled up in front of the
clinic and dozens of soldiers jumped out.
Stacie was just about ready to try the alcohol when there was
the sound of car doors slamming outside the little building. She
turned in surprise as several large men dressed in uniforms stormed
into the building.
They were all armed with rifles and they all pointed them at her.
She squeaked in surprise, backing into a corner as the men
glared around them and began to move forward. They poked the
barrels of their rifles into corners and cupboards and under
tables, looking for other people. Then an older man, one wearing a
peaked hat instead of a helmet, moved in.
He looked around with a bored expression on his face, an
expression that quickly became more interested when he saw her. He
smiled then and moved towards her, speaking in Spanish. She didn't
catch much of what he said, other than he wanted to know who she
was.
"I am Doctor Stacie O'Connor." she said. His eyes seemed to
narrow when she said that and he smirked as he moved uncomfortably
close.
"Doctory?" he said. He smirked again, then asked something in
high speed spanish.
"Where are dhe other doctors?"
She wasn't sure she understood.
"I don't speak spanish very well." she said in halting
spanish.
"Jhou help rebels?"
"Pardon me?"
"Where are dhe other doctors? Where are dhe rebels that jhou
are helping here?"
"I don't understand." she sighed.
"So jhou don't understand, eh?" He said in english.
"Not very well. My spanish is not the best."
"Where are dhe other doctors here?"
"I don't know."
"Jhou don't know? Jhou expect me to believe that?" He snarled.
"Well how should I know. OH! You think that I work here? No.
No. I don't work here. I'm not a medical doc..." he slapped her
face hard, knocking her off her feet. She stared up at him from the
floor as he scowled in anger.
"Someone warned jhou we were coming, didn't they? I want to
know who eet was and where dhe rest of jhou communist scum are!"
"I don't know! I don't work here!"
"Jhou theenk I jam a fool?" he shouted. He shouted in spanish
and two of the soldiers grabbed her and pulled her to her feet,
pinning her between them as the officer glared at her.
"Tell me where they are!"
"But I told you I don't know! I don't work here! I'm not a
medical doctor at all! I'm a...." He slapped her again, then
backhanded her across the other side of her face, then slapped her
the other way, then backhanded her. He did this at least ten times.
Blood dribbled down from her nose and her cut lips as she shook her
head and moaned, looking at him dazedly.
"Jhou think jhou can do what jhou want in my country?" he
demanded, slapping her again.
"I want to know where dhe guerrillas are that jhou have been
treating and where dhe other doctors are!"
"Don't... know." she moaned. He balled his fingers into a fist
and drove it into her belly, doubling her over. The soldiers pulled
her erect and the officer slapped her face again.
"Jhou weell tell me what I want to know, jhou American slut!"
he snarled. He yelled to the others and most of the soldiers left
the building. He gestured to the ones holding her and they pulled
her over beneath a crossbeam where another soldier was unfolding a
rope.
He threw the end up over the crossbeam and it fell down where
he could grab it and pull. The soldiers pulled Stacie's hands
around in front of her and then the third man tied the end of the
rope around them, winding it tightly.
Then he pulled on the other end of the rope and Stacie's
wrists were pulled up and high above her head, almost pulling her
from her feet as the man tied it off against a bar on one of the
broken windows. The three soldiers stood back as the officer came
up to her then and looked down into her face.
"Jhou weell tell me where dhe othar doctors are or I weell
keell jhou slowly."
"I don't knooooow!" she wailed. He lammed his fist into her
belly again and she gasped in pain, coughing and hacking as the
wind was knocked out of her.
The officer laughed nastily, then his hands seized her blouse
in the front and ripped it open. He gazed down at her lush figure
and smiled even more. He slid his fingers along the side of her
left bra cup, dipping his fingertips inside the bra and sliding
them over her breast meat.
Then he gripped the bra and ripped it open as well. Her full
breasts tumbled free and his hands cupped them, squeezing lightly.
"Very nice." he murmured. "It would be such a pity to despoil
sush a lovely figure. Such as jhou were meant for riding, not
beating. Are jhou sure jhou won't tell me where dhe others are?"
"But... but, I have nothing to do with this place!" she
whined. "I don't know anything about them! I hate the guerrillas!"
"A likely storey." he sniffed. He slid his hand down her
smooth belly and then onto her skirt, moving along her hip and then
down between her legs. He slid his hand down into her crotch and
squeezed her brutally. She gasped and shuddered, her crotch aching
from his vice-like grip.
"Tell me!" he hissed, squeezing her harder.
"I... I... don't..." He squeezed even harder and she cried out
in pain.
"I jam not a fool!" he growled. He grabbed the waistband and
ripped the skirt off her, leaving her naked save for the remnants
of her shirt and bra hanging at her side and back.
He stared down at her pussy and grinned maliciously. His right
hand slid down and cupped her box again, squeezing lightly as he
leered into her face.
"Jhou can avoid all thees trouble jhou are een eef jhou
seemply confess and tell us where jhour colleagues are." he said,
beginning to rub his fingers up and down her cunt slit.
Stacie groaned, but not with pain. Her cunt flared with heat,
sending searing passion up into her guts as the officer continued
to finger her crotch. He moved around behind her then, abandoning
her cunt for the moment, but the fire had already been lit and she
whimpered as she tried to quench it.
He grabbed her shirt and tore it off her back, then ripped off
her bra so she was completely naked. He walked around and around
her, admiring her shape and profile, his eyes taking in the narrow
waist, the womanly hips and the high rounded breasts.
He admired the way her ribs pushed her chest out as she was
held up straight by the rope, admired the way her chest gave way to
her slim, flat belly. He admired her sweet face and the big blue
eyes that stared at him in fear.
He moved behind her and ran his hand over her ass, caressing
the soft skin and then sliding his hand between her cheeks and down
between her thighs to cup her pussy mound again. He fingered her
slit, then pushed up with one finger, forcing it up into her cunt
tube.
"Yes, I can theenk of many uses for a woman like Jhou besides
beating." he sighed, pulling his finger from her cunt. Stacie
trembled violently, not with fear, as he assumed, but with gut
wrenching sexual passion. Her cunt was spasming and throbbing from
his fingering and she tried desperately to fight back against it.
Then there was a hiss and a harsh impact against her back. She
screamed in shock as pain blasted through her system. Her head
whipped around to see the officer holding the end of a belt in his
hand and smiling at her. He raised his hand high and slashed the
belt down across her back again.
She screamed again, the belt cracking brutally hard against
her back and leaving an ugly welt behind.
"Jhou must be truthful." He chided. He raised the belt again
and whipped it down against her buttocks, making her scream and
jump forward, or try to anyway. Her ass burned with pain as she
pawed futilely at the floor.
"Een thees country, women are obedient." he said,
conversationally. The belt cracked down across her ass cheeks again
and she howled in pain.
"Women know deir place heer." he said, slicing the belt across
her ass cheeks again, then again.
"Please!" she sobbed.
"Seemply tell me where dhey are, my dear and thees weell all
stop." The belt cracked against the small of her back, then again,
half a foot higher, then again across her shoulders. She shrieked
in agony, tears coursing down her cheeks.
He moved around in front of her, holding the belt negligently
in his right hand. His left cupped her right breast and squeezed it
softly.
"Such a preetty body. So terrible to harhm eet." he sighed. He
squeezed her nipple between his fingers, rolling it in circles as
he grinned down at her. He held the belt doubled up and rubbed it
across her breasts, then down her stomach and between her legs.
Blinding heat shot into Stacie's belly as she felt the leather
of the belt rasp against her slit. She moaned and her body jerked
spasticly as she tried to fight down the ecstasy building within
her.
Then the officer let go of her cunt and moved back a couple of
feet. The belt slashed through the air and cracked down on her left
breast. She screamed in agony, her breast bouncing and wobbling as
it turned red. He swung again, again slashing the belt across her
left breast, directly over the nipple.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "PLease! Pleeeeaaassseee!"
Again the belt whipped through the air, this time lashing her right
breast. The thin leather slammed deep into the center of the
malleable meat, cutting it in two before bouncing back out and
letting the breast reform into it's normal roundness.
He laughed and began to whip the belt down with hurried
strokes, slashing again and again at her breasts as she sobbed and
wailed and screamed in pain. In seconds, her two proud melons were
aching sacks of burning embers spreading pain through her system.
He pulled back then, breathing heavy. He had a large bulge in
his pants a she looked at her bruised body. He yelled at the
soldiers and two moved forward. The grasped her legs, lifting them
up and aside, bending her legs up beside her body so her crotch was
displayed and spread out for the officer.
She whimpered and shook, unable to move as the soldiers held
her legs bent back. The officer raised his hand and then brought
the belt slashing down against her cunt.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIGHGGHGGGHHHHH!!" she shrieked.
He slashed it down again, the doubled up leather impacting directly
against her slit.
"AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" she howled, her body thrashing and
bouncing spastically as the two men fought to hold her legs apart.
Agony screamed along her spine and through her nervous system,
yet beside it and almost as powerful, was a deep, awesome pleasure,
a frighteningly strong heat that made her entire body throb and
almost eagerly await the next blow.
He brought the belt down again, again on her cunt and sent
flaring heat and blossoming pain through her shuddering body.
"Oh God! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GO-AAAAARRRGGHHHH!!" she screamed
as the belt slashed into her cunt mound again.
"Stupid slut!" he snarled, watching as her head thrashed from
side to side. He drew his fingers into a ball and punched her hard
directly in the cunt.
Her eyes bulged and she gagged, then groaned in misery. He was
gasping for breath as he stared at her. He suddenly dropped the
belt and drew his cock out of his pants. It was harshly erect. He
pointed it at her slash as the two men holding her legs back
watched, then thrust forward, driving it deep into her belly as she
gasped with pleasure.
He buried his prong inside her belly then began to roughly
fuck her, pumping it in and out with long, full, powerful strokes.
"Steenking commie whoooore!" he grunted, ramming his boner
deep into her guts with each powerful thrust. His cock sawed back
and forth inside her burning hot cuntal cavern as Stacie's body
trembled and shook and boiled with lust.
The pain in her wrists and shoulders and back and breasts
didn't matter at all. Only the wondrous pleasure in her crotch
counted now as her head jerked from side to side and her body
trembled violently in the grip of an all encompassing sexual
passion.
His belly slammed down into her sore buttocks as the soldiers
on either side held her legs up and back. He had a clear entry to
her cunt hole as he rutted back and forward, his cock pounding in
her fuck tunnel.
She whimpered and shook, feeling her orgasm coming on. Her
body burned with unbearable heat, her sex drooling and bubbling
with pleasure. Then she screamed as she came, her cunt snapping and
spasming around his plunging cock as he reamed her furiously.
His eyes widened in stunned amazement as he recognized her
gyrations for what they were and felt the heat and moistness of her
fuck box around his plunging organ. Then his eyes narrowed and his
lips drew up into a superior sneer as he twisted his cock within
her, jamming it deep into her belly.
"Jhou like, eh? Jhou like, American slut?" He buried his prong
inside her and ground himself against her crotch. His come scalded
her as it gushed forth and bubbled up into her cunt. He grabbed her
head between his hands and mashed his lips bruisingly hard against
hers, his tongue stabbing between her parted lips.
He bit her lips as he pounded his cock inside her fuck tunnel,
letting her sucking cunt pull the last dregs of silvery white seed
from his balls as his prong slowly softened. Then he pulled back,
his cock sliding out from between her wet cuntlips.
The two soldiers let go of her legs and her feet dropped back
to the floor, though without the strength to hold her. She hung
there by the wrists, her jaw down on her chest and her eyes closed
tightly.
"We are far from feeneeshed, Amherican." he breathed.
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