Chapter 38 - Arlene Part 17
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Section 17 - Green Hell
My first sensation was of an engine humming. I was lying on something soft and
I could feel a vibration coming through whatever was under me. I was certain I
was dead and afraid to open my eyes and get my first glimpse of Hell. I'd
violated several of the commandments to the point that even God must have lost
count. Besides, everyone knows that biker whores don't go to heaven.
Eventually, curiosity overcame my reluctance to face eternal damnation. I
decided to take a quick look at the underworld.
I'd already performed a physical inventory while my eyes were closed. I still
had hands and feet. I had a shirt and jeans on but no shoes. I moved a little
bit. I felt awfully stiff but I seemed to be all in one piece. Given all that I
had been through, the fact that I wasn't missing any body parts was kind of a
surprise.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I felt everything sway a bit. Panic immediately
set in.
"I'm on a boat. Oh, sweet Jesus, Rhonda's taking me out in Boston Harbor to
dump me overboard," I screamed aloud.
That thought caused me to quail in fear. I came close to pissing my pants.
Drowning was not my preferred method of death. I found it extremely
disappointing to think I was already dead and then discover I still had to face
the Grim Reaper. I wondered if Death would rape me before he killed me. I
pictured myself impaled on a giant skeletal cock with my severed head rolling on
the floor. The head of bony dick was jutting out my severed neck as it pumped
blood like a public fountain. Death held a bloody scythe in one hand as he
engaged in necrophilia with my carcass.
There must have still been drugs in my system because those and other bizarre
thoughts tumbled through my brain like some out of sequence Tim Burton film. A
few more moments passed and my head started to clear enough for me to think
rationally.
I lay there wondering if I could possibly jump up and make a dash for it.
Maybe, I could leap overboard and swim my way to safety. It wasn't likely but I
didn't have other options. I moved my arms and legs a bit to see if I was
chained up. I was free so I decided to go for it.
I slowly rose up and took in my surroundings. It was definitely a small cabin
on a vessel of some kind. I could hear an engine chugging away and there was a
rocking motion. I crept out into the narrow passageway and saw stairs at the end
of the corridor and daylight beyond. I moved quietly along until I reached the
bottom of the stairs. I took a couple of deep breaths attempting to overcome my
fear. I didn't think I could live through more torture. Let me correct that. I
didn't want to live through more torture. After a moment of nerve building, I
put my foot on the first step and started upward. When I was almost at the top,
I decided it was now or never. I took the last two steps in one bound, jumped
out onto the steel deck and raced to the rail and stopped dead in my tracks.
I wasn't out in the Atlantic. I was on a river and the bank was only a few
yards away. But this wasn't the Agawam or the Merrimack or any New England
river. I was in a jungle. The bank looked like something out of a Tarzan movie,
thick, green jungle alive with insects, spiders and snakes.
I heard laughter behind me. I turned around and saw there were half a dozen
crewmen standing on the upper deck. They were pointing at me and laughing.
Several of them shouted at me in a language I neither recognized nor understood.
I'd begun to notice the overwhelming humidity. The place was like a steam bath.
My head still hurt from whatever drug they'd given me. My arms were covered with
bruises from the beatings and torture. The boat swayed as it turned with a bend
in the river and a wave of nausea swept over me. Everything came up at one. I
puked over the side to the delight of the crew on the upper deck. It was one of
those emetic moments where everything comes up at once. Puke sprayed out my
nostrils and mouth like a fire hose. I fell to my knees holding onto the rail as
my stomach clinched then re-clinched in an effort to expel every last drop.
After I vomited my guts out, I crawled over to a bench on the outer wall of the
cabin and sat down. My head was spinning. I hurt everywhere and the air was so
thick it was hard to breathe.
"Get a grip, Arlene, you're not dead, yet." I whispered to myself. I looked
around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My last clear memory was in
that basement. Those memories were so horrific I didn't want to recall them.
They finished sawing Aunt Carol in half and impaling David. I remembered David's
pale gross body as each desperate kick caused that metal staff to slide further
up his rectum. I don't think my Aunt died until the saw reached her heart. I
would have puked some more if there was anything left when I remember what
Rhonda put inside my body. My memory of what they did with his balls and Aunt
Carol's clit and both their tongues almost made me run for the rail. Thank God
my body cavities felt empty. I preferred madness to extracting David's severed
nuts out of my asshole and their tongues out of my vagina.
I was in the jungle of a foreign country on what I recognized from books and
movies was a riverboat of about a hundred feet in length. There was a large
hoisting crane on the rear and a number of wooden crates of varying sizes. Later
I learned they contained mining machinery. There was a large wooden box shaped
building covering the forward part of the metal deck and a small pilothouse on
the top of that. I looked up to see that the crew was leaning over the upper
rail peering down at me.
When I looked at the side of the ship's deck, I saw the name, Amazon Queen II.
I had a moment when I wanted to scream followed by another where I started
laughing hysterically. Hell, I'd been through enough to render most people
certifiably insane. Kelly and Rhonda had taken away a good part of my sanity. I
was in the fucking Amazon sent there by the President of a lesbian biker club
named "Amazons" on a fucking boat called the Amazon Queen II. Normally, I hate
irony but it still caused me to laugh for the first time in God knows how long.
After a while, I adjusted to the fetid air and started to feel less nauseated.
I glanced up at the crew who were looking down at me. The phrase, "half naked
savages" came immediately to mind when I took a better look. They were leaning
over the upper rail looking down at the top of my head. They all had dark skin
and most had Indian features, flat noses with straight odd shaped haircuts that
looked like they were done with a bowl. Wooden pegs penetrated their septum and
earlobes. One of them yelled something to me and when I looked up, I saw that he
had his cock out and was waving it in my direction as he jerked off. Then I
heard somebody with a voice of authority yell and the crew scattered.
I was resting there trying to regain some orientation when a native appeared
in front of me and pulled me up by my arm. He couldn't have been more than five
feet tall and looked to be straight out of National Geographic. He had a small
piece of wood penetrating the septum of his nose and this strange round haircut.
He didn't smell too good either. I stood up and went along with the one that I
later found out was named 'Tiko". Someone must have told him to take me back to
my cabin.
When we got downstairs, I heard the unmistakable sounds of someone being
screwed coming from an open cabin door one past mine. When you've had the sexual
experiences I have, you can easily recognize the moans and grunts a woman makes
when she's having a cock shoved inside one of their holes, especially when it's
the one that not intended for that purpose. Intensely curious, I ignored Tiko
for the moment and looked inside. Much to my astonishment, there was Denise
Smyth with her sizeable rear pointed upward and a Tiko look-a-like fucking her
slowly. The crewman looked like some sort of dark growth attached to her
snow-white cellulite dimpled ass. Dense was butt up and face down on the bunk. I
could see her vagina that from my vantage point. It appeared reddened and well
used.
It was obvious Denise's partner had his cock in the alternate hole. He was
making little clicking and popping sounds with his mouth as he pumped away.
Later I learned that was Jivaro. Denise was sobbing and pleading with him.
"That hurts, please, put it in my vagina, my bottom hurts," pleaded Denise. I
walked in the cabin to get a closer look. Tiko tagged along. Denise noticed my
presence. She didn't seem all that surprised to see me. Later, she told me that
when we started our journey up the Amazon, she'd seen them carry me on board.
Apparently, I'd been sleeping for two days in which Mrs. Smythe had been forced
to service the crew all by herself. Having gotten tired of sloppy seconds, her
Jivaro lover had decided to drive the Hershey Highway.
"Arlene, stop him. He's raping me anally, His thing is in my rectum," pleaded
Denise. Her eyes filled with tears.
The boat swayed and I felt another wave of nausea. I sat down on the edge of
the bunk bed directly across from Denise. I wasn't in any position to stop
anything but Denise didn't know that.
"Water," I said to Tiko. Next I tried "aqua," and mimicked taking a drink.
That sent Tiko scurrying away.
"Go get the police," said Denise who must have no idea where she was. I saw
one of her wrists was handcuffed to the bed.
"Just let him finish," was all I could say. In a moment, Tiko returned with a
bottle of water. I took a drink and felt better. I noticed that Tiko had a hand
under his loincloth stroking his cock.
"You're going to sit there and let him rape me, call the police," whined
Denise when she noticed I hadn't moved.
"We're on a river boat in the middle of the fucking Amazon jungle. There
aren't any Goddamn police. We're not in the United States. Just let him fuck
your ass until he blows his load, " I replied with exasperation in my voice.
Tiko gave me a push and pointed toward Denise. He used his cock to make a
gesture that was easy to interpret. He wanted to do the same thing to me that
his shipmate was doing to Denise. He started speaking rapidly in a language
unlike anything I've ever heard. I stood up, shook off a wave of nausea and
unbuttoned my jeans. He grabbed the waist and pulled them down. My little
escapee from the National Geographic was in a hurry to get a piece of my ass. I
unbuttoned my shirt. It was the same jeans and shirt I'd been kidnapped in. But
whoever dressed me didn't bother with any underwear.
I figured it was easier to fuck than argue. I was also curious whether my
female parts still functioned after all they've been through. Let someone whip
your clit until it's swollen to the size of a Havana cigar. It'll make you
wonder whether you can ever orgasm again.
"Oh my God, he's going to rape you too. Please help us Jesus," begged Denise
as she looked my way and realized that Tiko had decided to join the party.
I got down on all fours trying to figure out how to adjust for the disparity
in size between Tiko and myself. Denise was quietly sobbing as her partner
pumped away. He had the biggest grin on his face. He jabbered some words at Tiko
and Tiko jabbered back. Now today, I know they were speaking Jivaro. It's a
language containing clicks and other odd sounds. It's damn hard to learn. I
don't think there is a written form of Jivaro. After six months here, I still
don't know more a few dozen words in Jivaro and they all have to do with my work
at the Palace of Sin. For example, I know the Jivaro for fuck, suck, ass
fucking, blowjob, and so on.
While the Jivaro are small people, they are strong and lightening quick with a
machete. Tiko had one hanging from his waist that day. I didn't intend to give
him an excuse to use it. I reached between my legs, took hold of his cock and
guided it into my vagina. My cunt was sore as a boil but I gritted my teeth,
gave an enthusiastic grunt and started to rock backward as he thrust forward.
"Oh Jesus have mercy, these savages are raping us," cried Denise.
"Just fuck him back so he doesn't take forever," I advised Denise. I reached
between my legs and played my fingers across Tiko's nuts to encourage him.
"You must be mad, I couldn't do that, Ouch, that hurts," responded Denise. "Am
I bleeding?"
"I don't see any blood. Look, suit yourself but if you don't want him to take
all day, reach between your legs and play with his balls. The sooner he cums,
the sooner he gets out of your asshole."
I guess Denise was desperate because she slipped her arm back between her
legs, grabbed his nuts and squeezed. Apparently with too much force, because her
partner let out a shriek, followed by a torrent of angry Jivaro and ending with
several loud slaps to Denise's butt. Denise screamed in reply. I advised her to
take it easy.
"Gently, just play with them gently, you're not trying to squeeze juice out of
an orange." God, didn't the woman know anything about enduring a rape.
Denise tried again and I guess she was more successful this time because her
partner moaned and picked up the pace. Tiko appeared to be enjoying himself
immensely given all the sighs, moans, and noise he was making while fucking me
like crazy. The difference in size reminded me of a jockey mounted on a
thoroughbred horse heading for the finish line. Tiko rode me as he fucked away.
His hard little hands gripped my waist as he pumped inside me. I decided to
bring my keggle muscles into play giving his cock a nice squeeze.
I was on board the boat for fifteen days and Tiko screwed me at least twice
for every one of them. Tiko and Siko, who happened to be the Jivaro with his
cock in Denise's ass, were the two of the Jivaros among Captain Chavez's
cutthroat crew. They usually appeared as a pair and Denise and I would service
them together. Occasionally they would swap and Siko would screw me. They had a
strange consistency. Tiko always fucked your pussy and Siko was an ass man.
Frankly, after fifteen days, ass or pussy didn't matter.
The remainder of the crew was an odd lot from all over South America. Most
were from the favela slums of Rio or Sao Paulo. They were forced to work on the
Amazon Queen II because they were wanted for crimes back home.
One of them named Rodrigo spoke passable English. He and I talked a little
between fucks. He grew up in Rio's most notorious favela, Citade de Deus or City
of God. I love the names the Brazilians give the hellholes that poor people live
in. Father was unknown. Mother and sister were prostitutes. When he was
fifteen, he joined a gang that was hired by the local merchants to rid the
neighborhood of the hundreds of orphan boys and girls that engaged in petty
thievery against them and their customers.
"They were bad for business," was how Rodrigo explained it. Rodrigo, by the
way, was about as scary looking as a human being can get. He was missing most of
his teeth and the remaining ones were brown with black spots. There was a wide
white scar that started at his partially cut off ear then moved forward across
his left eye that was a milky white sightless orb. It traveled down through his
nose and cheek just like I-93 slicing through Massachusetts. He was missing the
tip of his nose and most of one ear. He looked like something out of a bad
horror movie. Denise was scared to death of him. After dealing with the Pagans,
I didn't think he was all that bad. Anyway without my asking him what he did to
the orphans. It gave me an excellent appreciation of how life was valued in
modern Brazil.
"The Patron had a plantation near the city. We took them there after we'd grab
them off the street. If it were a girl, we'd all fuck her in the truck. If she
was young and pretty, the Patron would keep her for a few weeks so he could fuck
her every day. He'd make her fuck his dogs while we watched. He'd lie to the
stupid cunt and tell her he'd let her go if she made his dogs happy. The stupid
bitches would believe him. They'd suck the dog's dick and let the dogs fuck
them. They'd even swallow dog cum with a smile on their face. If the girl was
real pretty, he'd have one of his men videotape her with the dogs. The guys we
fucked in the ass. When the Patron was done with them, we threw them into a pit
where the Patron kept alligators. Alligators don't like dead meat so they would
be alive when we pushed them over the edge."
Rodrigo was representative of the type of individuals who crewed the Amazon
Queen II.
Being screwed by Tiko did prove that I was still a fully functional slut.
Kelly had failed in her mission to neuter me. After a few minutes of fucking, my
female parts began to loosen up and return to a still sore but operational
status. I was lucky that Tiko wasn't well hung. He had at most a four-inch cock
so it wasn't forcing out the walls of my vagina. I slowly played my fingers
across his tight little nut sack as I attempted to get my head into enjoying
being screwed. I took some deep breaths, concentrated my thoughts on the
pleasure of feeling his prick working into me. I tentatively decided to see if
my tortured cunt was still capable of responding when I issued my "squeeze his
pecker" command. It worked and I felt relieved. In prior days, my pussy had
been beaten senseless, tortured with electricity, frozen, and stretched to where
the skin was ready to rip. The fact that everything seemed to still work
surprised me.
I heard Siko speak a torrent of clicks and pops then watched as he convulsed
and dumped his load in Denise's rectum. He let out a little yell of triumph and
delivered another hard slap to Denise's ample butt. I recall looking over and
seeing the small red handprint on her white skin.
Tiko followed shortly filling my vagina with cum. The two then dismounted and
left yammering in Jivaro. They were probably talking about what a great fuck we
were. Denise and I were alone. I quickly found out what had happened to her.
"Have you seen David, Is he all right? I don't know what they did to him,"
said Denise using the dirty sheet to wipe jism out of her butt crack.
I decided to hold the bad news back for now. In fact, I never told her that
David was dead. It wouldn't have served any purpose other than to upset the hell
out of her. She always wanted to believe that he had somehow gotten free and was
taking care of her four sons. In Amazonia, we all needed our illusions to make
it through the day.
"No, I was held in a dark room. They tortured and drugged me. I just woke up a
few minutes ago."
"I was awake when they brought you onboard. The crew raped me while you slept.
Most of the crew are black men or these horrible natives. Some of them are
Negroes. Where did you say we are?"
"Brazil I suppose, we're in the Amazon jungle on a river boat."
"I guessed we were on a boat. Do you know who did this to us and why?" Denise
broke down and started sobbing. I walked over to her and put my arm around her.
I felt responsible but at the same time, I didn't want her to know how
responsible.
"I don't know," was all I replied. I just wasn't ready to explain everything
to Denise. Maybe I never will be.
"We've been captured by white slavers. I'll never see David or the boys
again." This occasioned another outburst of sobs. I decided to distract her by
asking what happened.
"How did you get here?" I asked. I took my hand and wiped the tears out of her
eyes. The fact that we were both naked didn't seem to bother her.
"It was many days ago. I've been drugged and lost track. We left the boys with
my sister and her husband Frank so we could have a night out together. David
took me downtown to a steak house, Abe & Louis. It's our favorite place. Have
you ever been there?"
"Yes, a few times, so what happened?" Actually, I had been there on several
dates. It was a nice place. If a date took me there and bought me a $30 steak, I
knew sex was expected, which wasn't a problem in my case. You don't know how
much I'd like to be back in that place with some guy who had lied to me about
being married and was busy feeling me up under the table.
"When we back to where our car was parked, we were grabbed right off the
street and thrown in a white van. It pulled up right beside us on the sidewalk.
They touched David and I with something and we were paralyzed."
"It was a stun gun, they used one on me. It was a white van also."
"They wrapped these plastic bands around our hands and drove away. My hands
were behind my back and they turned blue because the blood wasn't circulating.
It was so painful I couldn't stop crying. David tried to comfort me but they
started hitting him so I shut up. At first, I thought they were going to rob
us. Then I decided we were being kidnapped because they covered out heads with
these cloth sacks."
"Where did they take you?"
"We drove for a long time. When they finally took the hoods off, we were in a
garage where they repair cars.
I knew they were at Terry's Automotive Shop but I kept my mouth shut. I told
her the minimum required to keep her story flowing.
"I was in some kind of old building in the basement. I was beaten and tortured
with electricity. So what happened next?"
"They beat poor David up. I just pray to God he's not hurt too badly. They
kept calling him a snitch and a traitor. Maybe it had to do with the Manchester
Union. They knew he worked there."
"Do you know who they were?"
"They looked like they rode motorcycles. They had tattoos and their tee shirts
read Harley-Davidson. Arlene, you've got tattoos just like they do. You must
know who they are?" I realized I was naked and Denise had noticed my skin art.
"They're called the Pagans."
"I've heard of them. Are you one of them?"
"Yes, I ride with them on the weekends. What happened next?"
"They stripped me naked right in front of David then they raped me. They made
me lay down on a dirty mattress on the garage floor. They laughed and joked
about my weight. They even made a video of their rapping me. They kept calling
me a pig and a cow and hurt my breasts to make me go 'moo' and "oink". They
formed a line and had intercourse with me while my poor David was beaten
senseless," said Denise breaking down into heaving sobs.
I found myself feeling sorry for her. She'd lost everything. Her husband was
dead. Her family was probably raising her children. The kids must wonder every
day what happened to their mother and father. I held the sobbing Denise and
urged her to continue her story.
"That must have been terrible for you and David. What happened next?"
"They made him watch as they took turns with me. It was horrible. After I was
raped, they forced him perform oral sex on me. One of them raped David anally
while he licked me down there. There were women there too. They forced me to do
lesbian things. They kept saying that if I didn't have oral sex with these girls
they'd cut David's penis off."
"How many of them raped you?"
"I don't know. I do know that they started at a little after ten and didn't
stop until it was 2:30 in the morning. They made me lay on this filthy mattress
on the garage floor. There was a clock right above my head. Each one raped me
more than once. I know one of them bragged that he had ejaculated in all three
of my holes, He called it a 'cum trifecta'. Many times there were three of them
at once. My bottom was so sore after it was over. I'd never had anal sex before.
That horrible native just had intercourse in my bottom. I know I'll die of AIDS.
No one used a condom."
"Maybe you'll be lucky," I offered. AIDS was actually the least of her
worries.
"They made me perform orally, too. David and I have never done that. He always
said it wasn't fitting for the mother of his children."
"So you've never given a blowjob either?" Sometimes, you wonder how women like
Denise get along in life without having to be sexually accommodating. Her answer
surprised me.
"To be honest, before I met David, I used my mouth on boys I dated. One boy I
was engaged to I used to have oral sex with him all the time. But David
respected me too much to do that."
"Do you remember anything else?"
"Not much, they took David away and I never saw him again. They put me in this
room and handcuffed me to the bed. They raped me every day. Sometimes these
three men would assault me at the same time. I was there a long time but there
wasn't a clock or a window and I lost track of time. It just seemed like every
few hours, someone could come in and rape me. I was asleep when a woman came in
and stuck a needle in my arm. It was a drug that made me sleep. I woke up here.
As soon as I was conscious, these men came in and raped me again. Then that
horrible native insisted on anal intercourse. That was when you arrived."
"I can see that your beauty nap is over," said this tall man standing in the
door. I gathered from his cap that he was the captain.
"Please, can you help us? We've already been raped," said Denise.
"I told my crew they can fuck you anytime they're not working. I'm Captain
Chavez."
"I'm Arlene and this is Denise," I responded, "Where are we being taken?"
"To the biggest shit hole in Amazonia, LaPenera, it's a place that God himself
has forgotten," responded the Captain.
"What happens when we get there?" I was interested in my fate.
"You'll work as whores at the Palace of Sin."
Should I have been happy I still had a job? Denise let out a wail.
"I want to go home. I want my David and my sons," she cried.
"The only place you're going is the whorehouse at LaPenera," responded Captain
Chavez.
"When we do arrive?" I asked.
"Maybe fifteen more days, it depends on the river and the rains," answered
Captain Chavez walking over and removing the handcuff that attached Denise's
wrist to the strut at the corner of the bunk bed.
"We could use some food and water." I was being practical. I guess I'm a
survivor. After everything that had happened, I still wanted to live.
"I'll have some sent down. But after that, you'll be expected to eat in the
galley. You can help Eduardo prepare the crew's meals. You may go up on deck for
air but stay out of the way of the crew when they're working. Expect the crew to
use you often, especially at night when we stop. The natives of Amazonia love to
fuck and most of our trips the only fucking they do is with each other. There's
little else to do in the Amazon other than fuck, log or mine for gold.
"I could use a bath."
"It'll rain this afternoon. Go up on deck and wash off."
"I need shoes."
"Can't help you. Maybe you can charm one of the crew out of some sandals.
However, you might as well learn to go barefoot like a native. The humidity
causes fungus to grow on your feet if you wear shoes."
"Were you really serious about our working at...what did you call it?"
"Enrique's Palace of Sin. It's a brothel for the miners. My orders are to take
you there. You and your fat friend will be prostitutes. You must have pissed off
the wrong people back in your country to be sent there. After a month there,
you'll look back on your time here as paradise."
"There's nothing we can offer you to take us back?"
"You have nothing to offer except your pussies and I already have that."
I knew he was right. He and his merry band would be fucking us anytime they
had the urge and our only recourse was to lie down and spread our legs.
"Just to prove my point, you and fatso can suck me off," said the Captain as
he stood up and unbuckled his belt.
"Her name is Denise. I'll take care of you by myself. She's upset. Besides,
she's already screwed all of your crew and I've only done one."
"You don't give the orders on the Amazon Queen. I do. Now you and your fat
assed friend Denise get busy." Captain Chavez pushed his pants down to his knees
and sat down on the other bed. He was casually stroking his cock. He didn't seem
to be in any hurry. I could tell he meant business. I didn't see the point of
another beating. I needed Denise to cooperate.
"Denise, we need to suck the Captain off." I gave her hand an encouraging
squeeze.
"All right,' responded Denise sliding off her bunk and coming to her knees in
front of Captain Chavez. I guess she was more of a survivor than I thought.
"I'll start with his cock. You suck his balls. Be gentle," I said as I leaned
forward and swirled my tongue over the head of his cock.
I must say our efforts at tag team cock sucking got off to a good start.
Denise licked and played with the Captain's balls while I played deep throat
with the shaft. In a few minutes, she insisted we switch. I learned that David
had been passing up some excellent oral sex that Denise would have been
perfectly happy to provide. After a while, the Captain decided to get creative.
"Play with each other's pussy while you suck me."
I placed a tentative finger on Denise's clit and gave it a little swirl.
Denise emitted a nice throaty moan while her mouth was cruising up and down the
Captain's very hard dick. She pressed a pudgy digit against my little love
button. I was gratified to learn that in spite of Ms. Kelly and her garden hose,
my clit was still capable of sensation.
We worked our Captain until he popped in my mouth. The Captain had a thing for
girl with girl sex.
"You two kiss and share my cum. Let me see it on your tongue."
I had managed to get a little turned on so I grabbed Denise's head and pressed
my lips against hers. Her mouth opened and our tongues swapped saliva and the
Captain's love juice.
"Excellent, you two whores will make Enrique a lot of Reals," spoke Captain
Chavez as he stood up and bucked his pants.
Over the next fifteen days, Denise and I served as whores in residence for the
Captain and crew of the Amazon Queen II. Our work was mainly in the evening
after the boat stopped for the night. The Amazon and its tributaries are too
dangerous to navigate in the dark. Sometimes, a crewman would sneak down to our
cabin during the day for a quick one. Denise and I would take him on together.
After the boat moored against the bank, they would troop to our cabin for
their evening fucks. There would be a line outside the door not that anyone ever
closed the door. I'd be there on my bunk screwing Tiko and Denise in hers with
Siko pounding her asshole. Those little guys were quick and always beat the rest
of the crew to our cabin for the first of the evening's fuck fest. After that,
we took them in turn. It was climb on, pump, and shoot sex. You couldn't get
more basic than that.
Afterwards, we'd all go to the galley and eat supper. Denise and I would help
Eduardo clean up. Sometimes, we'd fuck him right there in the galley. One of us
would be washing dishes while the other screwed the cook.
I can remember one time I was on the floor on my back with my knees touching
my shoulders. I was grunting each time Eduardo shoved it in me. I looked over at
Denise and she was washing glasses with a brush. She was pushing the brush into
the glass with the same cadence that Eduardo was screwing me. She was smiling at
me. I started laughing. I began to vary the cadence. Eduardo thought he was
getting a spectacular fuck. We laughed so hard on the way back to our cabin that
Denise wet herself.
After a while, the crew got bored with straight fucking. Toward the end of the
trip, they go more creative. They'd make me lie down on top of Denise with our
head between each other's legs. We'd lick each other's pussy and clit until we
climaxed then the crew would separate us for serious multi-hole fucking. Denise
had lead a pretty straight existence and having three cocks inside her body and
one in each hand was all new to her.
One of the crew had seen a porn flick called a bukkake and he talked the
others into trying it with Denise and me. Captain Chavez thought it was great
fun and managed to blow his load all over our faces. After we had a dozen loads
of cum on our face, they made Denise and I lick each other clean.
The final night everyone got a little drunk off some kind of awful tasting
rum. The crew after fucking us for hours took us up on deck made us lies down
with our heads together and pissed in our open mouths. Denise swallowed some
piss that when mixed with the rum resulted in some serious retching over the
side.
At other times, Denise would get the blues. I'm not exactly sure what was on
Denise's mind. I knew she missed her family terribly. Frequently, I woke up in
the night to the sound of her sobbing. I'd go over to her bunk and hold her. At
some point, that started to end in lesbian sex. Denise had a way of
rationalizing everything that was happening.
"What we do here is a matter of survival. You and I would never do things like
this if we were still in Manchester." She announced that after she had just
eaten me to the best climax I'd had thus far in Amazonia. I suppose she was
right.
The one thing I can say is that those fifteen days on the boat got our body
parts toughened up and ready for what was waiting in LaPenera. By the time, the
boat docked, twenty or so fucks a day was routine.
One interesting note is that when I asked Captain Chavez the date, I
discovered it was a month since I was kidnapped. I must have lost all track of
time.
