Chapter 10

Posted: March 19, 2007 - 02:15:03 pm?

Gabe and Selena played honeymooning tourists for the next week, as they explored around Purificación. They visited waterfalls and areas where the high rain forest was still pristinely undisturbed. The country was heaven on Earth for Gabe, because he loved the outdoors. Gabe was a man born out of his time, a nineteenth century mountain man, inexplicably dropped into the wrong century. Selena confirmed that he had found the right woman, when he discovered she felt the same way. Selena was comfortable in the heavily forested mountains, and was a very competent woodsman.

When Gabe questioned her about it, she told him of her days as a youth, spending time with her brothers and sister, camping and exploring around the small highland farm of her father.

"I was the best hunter in the family," she explained proudly. "I was the best shot with the rifle, and being small, I could move very quietly."

On their next trip, Gabe brought the small Browning .380 automatic he had in his bag, and let her show him how proficient a shot she was. He was impressed enough to let her keep the pistol. She kissed him until his knees were weak, and then hooked the belt clip of its holster over the waistband of her jeans. Gabe didn't doubt her for a minute, when she told him, "Now we can protect each other."

Exploring the countryside and visiting the sights, allowed Gabe and Selena to check out the FARC in the area. El Chico's Front had been unmolested for so long, they did little to hide their presence. Gabe and Selena's sightseeing was a cover for looking to capture and question a Front officer. They hadn't had much luck so far, but Gabe was a patient and determined man.

On the sixth day of their 'honeymoon, ' four FARC soldiers made their job easier.

Gabe and Selena were returning to the hotel from their second visit to a secluded waterfall that had been recommended by the desk clerk at the hotel. The beautiful high falls were surrounded by lush vegetation that teemed with wildlife and birds. On their first visit, they had walked the nature trails as Selena identified birds, animals and plants for him. On this trip, Selena had planned for a romantic day of love making and sunbathing at a secluded little clearing they'd found that was almost right under the cascading water.

The day had been even better than Selena had hoped for, because the falls were deserted, except for them. She loved the playful side of Gabe, as he chased her around while both of them were as naked as the day they were born. The lovemaking had once again been spectacular; it was to the point where Selena thought she had become some insatiable sex fiend. Gabe seemingly made her orgasm no matter what he did, and all it took was a look or a touch from him, and she was instantly on fire. In turn, Gabe wondered how such an amazing woman could have fallen in love with his tired old ass.

They were on their way back to the hotel at about four in the afternoon, when a black Range Rover blocking the road caused Gabe to stop. One uniformed man was behind the wheel of the SUV, while two bored-looking men armed with AK-47s, leaned against it. A fourth man with the epaulets of a lieutenant, sauntered cockily over to Gabe's window. Selena scooted across the seat next to the passenger door, and eased her pistol out of its holster. She kept the weapon hidden down by her side, and gave Gabe a nod. Gabe had his personal M-1911.45 pistol, locked and loaded, in the map compartment of the driver's side door. Gabe gave her a wink and turned his attention to the young lieutenant.

"Ah, the newly weds," the man said jovially. "We have heard much about you. How are you enjoying your honeymoon?"

"It is wonderful, Lieutenant, but why are you stopping us?"

The swaggering Lieutenant was enjoying himself, posturing for what he thought was a Canadian tourist and his little bride.

"We are sorry to trouble you, Señor, but we know you haven't had the opportunity to contribute to our glorious revolution. We understand that you have other things, such as your beautiful wife on your mind, so we thought we would make it easy for you."

Gabe sighed, as he made a production of reaching for his wallet, to conceal his pulling the big 45 out of the map bin.

"How big a donation is required, Lieutenant?" he asked in a conversational tone, as he raised the pistol and pointed it at the man's face.

The young officer gave a startled cry and stepped backwards. Gabe helped him along by slamming the truck door open, knocking the man on his ass. Gabe switched the pistol to his right hand, as he leaped out of the truck.

"Selena, get on the floor!" he shouted, as he kicked the lieutenant in the balls and spun toward the two riflemen. It took five shots to down the two guards as they fumbled with their weapons. The easy life they had been living bit them in the ass in a most fatal way that late afternoon. Gabe was so focused on the two riflemen, that he nearly missed the driver exiting the Range Rover with his pistol drawn. As the second rifleman dropped to the ground, Gabe caught the driver raising his pistol out of the corner of his eye.

Hoping the man was a bad shot, Gabe dove to the ground. Gabe rolled as he sought to free his firing arm, as two sharp retorts rang out. Gabe was on his back, wondering if he'd been hit, and just didn't know it. He swung his arm toward the Range Rover, cursing the age-induced slowing of his reflexes. As he brought his weapon to bear, his presumed target was on the ground moaning. Gabe sat up and turned towards the Lieutenant, only to find Selena standing over him, her pistol rock steady as she pointed it at his head.

"I don't think we'll be donating today, Lieutenant," she said sweetly.

Gabe moved to the big Range Rover and collected the weapons of the fallen soldiers. The two riflemen were dead, while the driver, gut shot twice, was writhing on the ground. Gabe bent down and snapped the man's neck, painlessly putting him out of his misery. The lieutenant and Selena watched him as he went about his gruesome business. Selena nodded her understanding of what he had to do, while the young officer looked scared to death.

Gabe brought the dead soldiers' weapons over and dropped them next to his truck, then he fished around under his seat, took out his Randall survival knife, and grabbed a roll of duct tape. He walked back over to where Selena was standing over the officer, knelt down and removed the man's pistol from its holster. Gabe shook his head in wonder that the youth was so full of himself, he'd never even unsnapped the flap over the weapon. Gabe duct taped the man's hands and feet together, before addressing him again.

"Lieutenant, I think you made a serious mistake in choosing your profession."

The man's eyes widened as Gabe bent down and held the knife against his throat, but to his credit, he bravely gritted his teeth.

"You and your puta (whore) will die for this, Gringo. My comrades will hunt you down like the perros (dogs) that you are."

Before Gabe could do anything, Selena tapped him on his arm.

"Prestarme to cuchillo por favor. (Please lend me your knife)" she said.

Gabe raised his eyebrow in confusion, but handed her the razor sharp custom-made knife. Selena balanced it in her hand, and admired the fine workmanship.

"This is a fine blade, Gabriel; it will do nicely."

The look of relief faded from the lieutenant's face, as Selena reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled his penis out of his underwear.

"The FARC killed my first husband and my son, you bastard, so it will give me great pleasure to remove your testículos y pene (testicles and penis)," she said in a sugary sweet voice.

The lieutenant started blubbering when she touched the point of the knife to his scrotum. Gabe was watching in sickly fascination, when he saw her give him a look. He caught on to her game and spoke out.

"Wait a minute, honey. I think if the lieutenant answers a few questions, that won't be necessary. After all, we did kill three of his soldiers."

Selena gave him a petulant look that was worthy of an Academy Award. She was silent for a long moment, before sighing and moving the knife a few millimeters.

"Very well, my husband, but if he is slow answering, I will make him a eunuch."

It took the FARC officer ten minutes to give Gabe all the information he had that was of use. When Gabe was satisfied that the man could tell him nothing else useful, he slit his throat. Gabe took no pleasure in executing the man, but it was necessary to keep him from reporting what happened to his superiors. Gabe tossed the bodies into the Range Rover and drove it into the jungle. He rigged it with another of his blocks of C4, set the time fuse and returned to his truck.

Gabe was in total awe of Selena as they rode back to town. As soon as they drove off, she snuggled back under his arm, as if nothing more than a flat tire had stopped them. She was about the most amazing woman he'd ever met, and constantly full of surprises. He turned his head and kissed her on the forehead.

"Thank you, Little One, you saved my life today," he said.

"I am your woman, keeping you safe is my job, as protecting me is yours," was her simple reply.

Gabe was surprised by her answer. He thought that what had happened today would send her screaming back to her sister.

"You still want me after what you saw me do today?" he asked, trying to hide the hope in his voice.

She touched her hand to his cheek.

"Why would I not? You only did what was necessary to protect us and those swine deserved to die. Our country will never be safe until there is no FARC, or AUC or narcotraficantes (drug lords)."

The fuse burned out and the C4 exploded with a dull thump in the distance, just as Gabe pulled into town. Once back in their hotel room, Selena dragged him into the shower.

"We will wash off this afternoon, my husband, and start anew," she said.

The next morning, they checked out of the hotel. The desk clerk seemed sad that they were leaving, although he joked that he now had three more rooms available to rent, since it was safe to occupy the rooms on either side of the bridal suite.

By eight o'clock, they were on the road to the town of Prado, drawing ever closer to Gabe and Alexandra's children.

In the afternoon of the day that Gabe and Selena left Purificación, John Riley was sitting in a cantina in Ibeque. Sitting at the table with him were his four mercenaries and two uniformed Colombians. The two Colombians were Colonel Pedro Nuñez, known as 'El Tigre Gordo' (The Fat Tiger), the commander of the AUC's Tiger Battalion, and his deputy, Major Pasada. This was the long awaited meeting with the AUC unit Arturo Guzman promised him.

"I apologize again for taking so long to arrive, Señor Riley, but it took us a while to pacify a renegade FARC unit near Cali. However, we are here now and at your service."

Actually, the delay ended up working to Riley's advantage. It was advantageous, because Guzman found a lead worth pursuing, and also because the DEA was sharing the cost of hiring the AUC battalion. The lead Guzman provided was the designation and location of a major FARC unit that had a woman leader, whose profile fit the voice on the ransom call. It was more good fortune that this FARC unit, a member of the 21st Front, was also suspected of attacking the DEA's air base and destroying their helicopters.

"You are here now, Colonel, so all's well that ends well. How soon will we be able to depart? I am most anxious to rescue our man and his sisters."

"I understand your urgency, Señor," the Colonel said smoothly. "The DEA agents will arrive this evening or tomorrow morning. As soon as we complete a few administrative matters, we will depart immediately. We should make camp outside of Purificación tomorrow evening, and commence operations the next day. I am eager to once again meet up with El Chico and his vermin."

Peter and his sisters had just finished having breakfast, when they heard the sound of their cell door being unlocked. The girls all assumed that as with the previous morning, guards were here to take Peter and one of themselves to Commander Zorra's quarters to have another breeding session. While Katherine hoped she would be selected again, her sisters were not so eager to be chosen. Although Stephanie had thoroughly enjoyed her first experience with intercourse, her deflowering had left her with a dull ache between her legs, so she was hoping for a break. Darla had a different kind of problem. She also enjoyed her first session with Peter, but now she felt guilt for having found pleasure in an incestuous act. They watched with growing curiosity, as an attractive, uniformed soldier entered the cell and closed the door.

They watched her casually walk over to one of the chairs and sit down to begin unlacing her combat boots. Once those were removed, she looked up at Peter and with a shy smile, began to unbutton the shirt of her uniform.

"Peter... what is she doing?" Darla whispered anxiously.

"Duh! Isn't it obvious? She's taking off her clothes," Katherine said in a mocking tone.

"I wasn't speaking to you, Katherine, so just stuff it," Darla angrily hissed.

"¿Qué estás haciendo? (What are you doing?)" Peter asked.

"Hola, Pedro. Me llamo Adriana. (Hello, Peter. My name is Adriana.) You seem to be surprised to see me. Were you not told that it was my turn to be with you today?"

"Your turn? What do you mean?"

"Capitán Ortiz asked for volunteers for the breeding program. There were many who wanted to participate, especially after hearing comrade Lorena talk about you, but only five were chosen. I was very afortunada (lucky) to be one of the five, and this morning it is my turn. This afternoon, Lorena will be coming to have her turn."

While answerering Peter's question, Adriana continued to undress. As soon as her shirt was removed, she stood up to unfasten her pants. Once those were removed, she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra.

Peter couldn't help but admire the girl, as more of her lovely body was exposed to his eyes. Her breasts were full and round, capped by large areola, and nipples that were already erect. When she shucked her panties, his eyes zeroed in on her neatly trimmed triangle. It was light brown, just like her shoulder-length hair. Adriana was definitely another FARC hottie, and the prospect of having sex with her quickly brought his penis to full erection.

While Peter and Adriana conversed in Spanish, Darla became increasingly agitated about why this girl was stripping off her uniform in their cell. Finally, she interrupted.

"Peter, what the hell is this girl doing in here? Why has she taken off her clothes?"

"Uhm... I hate to tell you this, but she's here to try and get pregnant."

"You can't be serious! Do they actually expect you to screw her right here in front of us?" Darla shrieked.

"I'm afraid so... and she just informed me that there are four more waiting for their turn."

When Katherine heard this, she couldn't suppress a giggle. Darla turned her anger on her.

"This is nothing to laugh about, Katherine!"

"Oh good grief, Darla... it's no big deal. You already saw Petey and Stephie doing it, so why are you getting your panties in a knot over having to watch him do it with these Colombian girls?"

Peter tried to referee the argument between Darla and Katherine.

"C'mon you two... I don't like this any better than you!"

"Oh really," Darla asked sarcastically, "then why is there a big bulge in the front of your shorts?"

Peter's face reddened with embarrassment at hearing Darla's comment, but he knew how to put her in her place.

"Okay Darla, I don't deny getting aroused from looking at attractive members of the opposite sex, and I have never pretended not to enjoy sex... unlike somebody I know."

Peter's obvious allusion to Darla's sexual hang-ups had its desired effect. In a subdued voice, she replied, "Well, I for one have no desire to see you and that FARC bitch copulate, so I'm just going to turn around until the two of you are finished."

"What is her problem?" Adriana asked Peter, as she pointed a finger at Darla.

Shrugging his shoulders, he answered, "She is upset that you and I are going to have sex in her presence."

"Perhaps she is jealous, no?"

"No, I think her problem is that seeing me having sex with you will stir up her desire to have sex with me, and that desire bothers her."

"I am pleased to hear that her desire to commit incesto (incest) with you will be stirred by seeing us have sex, because we are going to be doing plenty of that."

Adriana stepped over to the mattress on which Peter was sitting, and planting a foot on either side of his legs, pushed her crotch into his face. What she desired him to do was fairly clear to Peter, but she left no doubt with her words.

"Lorena said that you are a good kisser, Pedro. Please kiss me here."

Peter needed no further encouragement. Extending his tongue, he gave Adriana's pink folds a tentative lick. In response, she took in a sharp breath, gripped the back of his head, and pulled him firmly against her vulva. Peter began licking her in ernest, his tongue lapping at her hardening clitoris, while putting a finger to work at her moistening entrance.

Katherine and Stephanie avidly watched their brother work his oral magic on Adriana. They didn't have to imagine how it felt, knowing from first-hand experience how much pleasure their brother could give with his talented tongue. Although Darla was faced away from this erotic scene, Adriana's satisfied moans left her little doubt about what was happening behind her, and to her chagrin, she found it very arousing. Curiosity and lust eventually got the best of her, and she looked over her shoulder, just in time to see Adriana push Peter onto his back.

Darla watched with her sisters, as Adriana got above Peter in a sixty-nine position, and lowered her sex over his mouth. After unfastening his shorts, Adriana tugged both shorts and briefs down far enough to gain access to his erection. The sisters heard Adriana gasp when she first saw his penis.

Adriana began to fondle and kiss Peter's curved cudgel. Now that she was seeing it for the first time, she understood why Lorena and other FARC women had called it a platino, due to its size and shape.

"Lorena no exageraba. ¡Tienes una pinga muy grande!" (Lorena was not exaggerating. You have a big cock!)

Peter, whose mouth was currently occupied with giving oral pleasure, simply grunted his acknowledgement of Adriana's appraisal. He moaned his own compliment, when he felt her soft lips encircle the head of his penis. Adriana made a show of noisily slurping and kissing his cock. Her lips curled into a smile, when she caught Darla stealing peeks at what was happening. Adriana didn't continue giving oral for very long, however, because Capitán Ortiz had given explicit instructions not to waste any of Peter's semilla (seed) on any non baby-producing activity.

When she sensed that Peter was getting close to ejaculating, Adriana quickly withdrew his cock from her mouth. She then turned around and straddled his hips, setting his tip at her opening. Taking a big breath, she plunged down forcefully, burying his entire length within her depths.

Adriana cried out from her sudden self-impalement, for being a petite Colombian girl, Peter's thick shaft was truly a challenge to accommodate. She sat motionless, breathing heavily as she waited for her stretched vaginal tissues to adjust to this large invader.

"Oh Pedro... I feel so full of your big pinga!"

Peter grinned up at her. From his perspective, it felt like he had just penetrated an inexperienced virgin, so tight was her vagina around his shaft. He held no illusions, however, about this girl being a virgin. She was much too pretty for that to be the case, and her horny male comrades were undoubtedly getting their share of her charms.

When she had finally adjusted to his size, Adriana began to slowly rock her hips, grinding her clitoris against the base of Peter's shaft. Peter reached up to caress her breasts, while Adriana gradually built up steam, changing to a combination of circular and up-down motions. Before long, she was breathing heavily, working Peter's cock in long, full strokes. He could tell that she was rapidly approaching her climax, and he knew he was not far behind with his own release.

Peter's sisters continued to openly stare as Adriana vigorously rode their brother to a thunderous orgasm. Even Darla had abandoned her reluctance to watch, and had completely turned around to gawk. Katherine had her shorts unbuttoned, and her hand was inside her panties, busily frigging herself. They watched as Peter's body began to thrust and spasm, as he emptied himself into the girl.

When it was over, an exhausted Adriana collapsed onto Peter's chest.

"¡Dios mio! I think you have ruined me for my male comrades. Your big pinga has stretched me out so much, I will no longer be able to feel when they penetrate me with their smaller pingas!"

Adriana spent the remainder of the morning with Peter. They copulated two more times, once in the missionary position, and then on all fours. Between sessions, Peter talked to her about her life and why she joined the FARC. He learned that Adriana had joined when she was just fifteen, (the minimum age for FARC membership) and had been a member for two years.

She joined the FARC after her parents were murdered by a band of Colombian army soldiers. Their car had been stopped by an army checkpoint on the outskirts of Bogotá. According to an eyewitness, they were handcuffed and carried away in an army vehicle. That was the last time they were seen alive. Three days later, the nude body of her mother was found floating in a ditch. The autopsy found evidence that she had been raped and sodomized by several men. Her father's body was never found.

When the police showed no interest in finding their murderers, Adriana's relatives hired a private investigator. An eyewitness to the abduction was located, and eventually his information led to the arrest of six Colombian Army soldiers, including one Lieutenant. When they were brought before a military tribunal, however, it became obvious that a cover-up by Colombian Army officials was in progress.

All the DNA evidence, which would have proven the soldiers' guilt beyond a shadow of a doubt, had conveniently disappeared. Then the eyewitness suddenly recanted his testimony. At that point, the case was dismissed for lack of evidence. Adriana's sense of rage at this injustice was made all the more bitter, when she learned from the investigator, that this wasn't the first time these soldiers had gotten away with murder.

Outraged and bitter at the injustice and corruption of the Colombian Army and government, Adriana swore on her mother's grave that she would take revenge for what they had done to her parents. But what could a fifteen year-old girl do? Like so many other young, alienated Colombian women, the people's army seemed to offer the answer. As a FARC soldier, Adriana found camaraderie with like-minded youth. Like her, these were people who had also been victimized by the Colombian government. Alone, they could do little to fight the corrupt system, but united within the FARC, they had the power to transform their country.

As Peter listened to Adriana tell her story, he felt a mixture of sadness and anger. It angered him how the corrupt Colombian government victimized its people. Colombia's grinding poverty, high unemployment, and the war on drugs, created fertile ground for the FARC. Their Marxist rhetoric about equality and justice appealed to the downtrodden masses. He knew that if they succeeded in overthrowing this corrupt regime, however, they would only be trading it for another form of evil. It saddened him to see how so many idealistic Colombians had been lured by the empty promises of the Marxist FARC. This made him think of a certain idealistic, raven-haired beauty named Marta, and how he might help her to find a better way.
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