Chapter 3

Posted: February 28, 2007 - 10:16:20 pm?

By the second full day of their captivity, Pete Ballard and his sisters were going stir crazy in their stone prison. Their monotony was broken when Zorra and some of her soldiers rousted them up from their boredom.

Addressing Peter, Commander Zorra said, "You and your sisters have been held in this cell for two days now. It is time for you to be taken to a place where you can bathe."

Peter's sisters gave a collective sigh of relief, at hearing they would be given the opportunity to not only get out of their cramped cell, they would get a bath. Their relief was tempered by Commander Zorra's next order.

"Each of you will be bound and hooded for the trip to where you will bathe."

Peter objected.

"Commander, there is no need for that, we aren't stupid enough to attempt to escape."

Zorra chuckled and motioned towards the guards. With a silent nod, eight of the female guerillas accompanying Zorra moved into action, splitting off into pairs to bind each captive's hands behind them, and slip a heavy canvas bag over their heads.

"This is not to prevent your escape, Peter. Rather, it is a way for me to keep you alive after the ransom is paid. If I thought you had even a clue about where we are, I would have to kill you all for the safety of my soldiers."

Peter grunted inside his hood. When she put it that way, it was not such an ordeal.

As soon as the four hostages were prepared, the door to their cell was reopened, and each was taken by an arm and led out.

Peter and his sisters were led down a winding passage way. Now and then, their captors would push down on their heads, as a sign that they needed to duck to avoid a low ceiling or other unseen obstacles. Peter estimated that their journey took about fifteen minutes, before the group came to a halt. At that point, Zorra ordered them to get down on their knees, and from that position, they had to bend forward and knee walk to squeeze through a narrow opening.

Peter's captors pulled him to his feet as he exited the cave. Although the canvas bag left him unable to see anything, he knew immediately from the warm sunbeams striking his body and the rustle of the wind in the nearby vegetation, that they had indeed left the cavern. Once everyone was on the outside, the guerillas led their captives a short distance down a narrow jungle path, which ended at the shore of a spring-fed pond. With a word to her fighters, the canvas bags were removed.

Peter and his sisters squinted as their eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, and took stock of their surroundings. They were standing on the sandy shore of a pond, which looked to be about one hundred feet in diameter. The pond was surrounded by dense jungle vegetation at ground level, and large trees created a thick green canopy above them.

Darla and her sisters began to feel a growing sense of apprehension when they saw their captors lay down their weapons and begin to disrobe. The casual way these young women stripped off all their clothing, right there in the presence of a male, made it apparent that FARC guerilla females had little regard for modesty. The only one who didn't undress was Commander Zorra, who stood back from the group, her AK-47 held at the ready, while carefully scanning the pond's shoreline for any sign of intruders.

Darla's apprehension went up several degrees, when two of the now completely nude guerillas approached her. While one of them stepped behind her and began untying her bound wrists so the blouse and bra could be removed, the other girl began to unbutton her blouse. When she tried to twist away from the girl, she received a stinging slap across the face. The girl looked back over in Zorra's direction and said something in rapid-fire Spanish, prompting Zorra to issue a warning to the hostages.

"It would be best if you cooperate with my comrades. If you resist their efforts to undress you, they may use whatever force is necessary to remove your clothing. Personal hygiene is important to us women of the Columna Sanchez. As our prisoners, you will follow the same rules."

"For pity's sake," Darla protested, "how can you expect us to cooperate when you want to strip us in front of our brother? Can't you provide my sisters and I with some privacy?"

Zorra sneered at the spoiled Norteamericana (North American female) and her demands for privacy.

"This is not a hotel, señorita. We are in the middle of the Andes Mountains. There are no private bathrooms here. You should be thankful that I did not select any of my men to help bathe you. Now stop your complaining and permit my comrades to undress you!"

Still smarting from the slap, Darla realized she would get no sympathy from Zorra, so she reluctantly permitted the girls to resume undressing her. After her blouse and bra were slipped down her untied arms, she felt her wrists being bound again.

Darla stole a glance out of the corner of her eye to where her brother stood, and felt her cheeks redden at what she saw. The girl who was undressing him had just pulled down Peter's blue jeans an enormous erection tented his underwear.

The guerilla stripping Peter had just finished yanking his jeans down his legs, exposing a pair of black boxer-briefs. As soon as the jeans were pulled off, she reached up to pull off this last remaining piece of clothing as well. Darla knew she shouldn't keep watching, but she couldn't resist the temptation. As Peter's briefs were unceremoniously pulled over his hips and down his legs, Darla had to suppress a gasp.

The girl removing Peter's clothes was very pretty, and to make matters worse, she was completely naked. He tried in vain to avoid thinking about the sexual implications of having an attractive, naked girl kneeling at his feet, her face just inches from his penis. He stole a glance to his right, his breath catching in his throat as he watched one of the guerillas bare the breasts of his youngest sister Katherine. He had always thought of her as an immature little girl, but she had definitely bloomed and blossomed since he had last seen her. These were not the breasts of a child, and Peter cringed at the unbrotherly thoughts he was entertaining.

Peter's attention was suddenly jerked back to the guerilla kneeling at his feet, when he felt her grasp the elastic waistband of his briefs and pull them down, leaving him completely exposed. Now the proof of his arousal was right out there in plain sight, where everyone present could see it. He hoped his sisters wouldn't see it, but when he looked over at Darla, she quickly averted her eyes, confirming that she had indeed been looking. He returned his gaze to Katherine, only to catch her looking at his erection as well. Unlike her sister, however, Katherine continued to stare shamelessly. Peter was unnerved by her boldness, so he turned to his left, looking for Stephanie. He spotted her as she was being led into the water, the sway of her shapely, bare bottom, momentarily capturing his attention. Suddenly, he heard the girl kneeling before him speak.

"¿Hablas Español?" (Do you speak Spanish?) She asked, as she got to her feet.

"Sí, hablo un poquito de Español." (Yes, I speak a little bit of Spanish.)

"My name is Lorena. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lorena, and my name is Peter."

"¿Pee-ter?" She slowly pronounced his name.

"Sí, but you may call me Pedro if that is easier."

"Very well, Pedro." She answered, the hint of a smile coming to her lips. "You must come with me now into the water so I can bathe you."

Lorena took Peter by the arm, stopping to grab a bar of soap out of a burlap bag, before leading him into the cool water. He noted that his sisters were already being bathed, as he and Lorena got in. They waded out until the water reached their waists.

Peter watched as Lorena dunked her head in the water. When she stood up, she took the soap and rubbed it around in her light brown hair, then worked it into a lather with her free hand. She then took the bar of soap and rubbed it over her shoulders, arms, and finally, over her full round breasts. Peter couldn't help but notice that Lorena's nipples had grown erect while she bathed herself, and he speculated about what might have caused it. Was it just the cold water or something else?

He watched as Lorena worked some of the soap into her palm, and looking up at him with a shy smile, plunged that soapy hand down into the water, where it undoubtedly went to her sex. Having finished her own bath, Lorena dunked herself underwater several times to rinse off the soap. Now it was Peter's bath time.

"Okay, Pedro... I need you to get your hair wet."

Peter simply dropped to his knees, which brought the water up to his neck. Taking a big breath, he bent forward, submerging his head. He took his sweet time coming back to the surface, for the crystal clear water gave him an intimate view of Lorena's lovely brown bush.

When he finally came to the surface and got to his feet, Lorena approached with the soap. She began at his head, rubbing the soap into his hair and working up a lather. She stood so close to Peter, that her breasts brushed against his chest. That intimate contact was erotic enough for him, but what really stirred his excitement, was how his erection was pressed against her belly.

After soaping up his hair, she moved around to his back and worked the soap over his shoulders, back, and finally, his buttocks. Peter suppressed a gasp as he felt a soapy hand run down into the cleft between his ass cheeks. 'My God, this girl is really making me horny', he thought.

Lorena circled around to Peter's front, where she began the same soapy ritual, gradually working the bar of soap to his pelvic area. At that point, she worked some soap into her right hand, and looking up into his eyes for a moment, plunged that hand into the water and grabbed his turgid shaft.

Lorena's small hand could barely encircle the fat shaft of this handsome Norteamericano, and as she worked her soapy hand back and forth along its length, she tried to imagine what it would feel like to have such a large pinga (cock) thrusting inside her. She withdrew her hand, but only long enough to rub more soap into it, before returning to stroke some more. She really hadn't intended to turn this task into something sexual, but he was such a handsome man, and when she heard him moan his approval, it only encouraged her to continue.

It became obvious to Peter, that the cleaning of his genitals was simply being used as a pretense for masturbating him. 'Maybe being kidnapped by FARC won't be such an ordeal after all', he thought. Lorena increased her stroking when she sensed that Peter was approaching his orgasm. Suddenly, they heard the voice of Zorra calling from the shoreline.

"Are you almost done with him?"

"Sí, Comendadora, I am almost finished doing him," Lorena answered, a smirk on her face at the double entendre she had made. She continued to masturbate him, and a moment later, she felt his shaft begin to pulse out his semen, accompanied by Peter's moans of pleasure.

"Muchas gracias, Lorena."

"De nada, Pedro."

"Perhaps I can return the favor one day?" Peter ventured to the blushing girl.

"Perhaps, but I will have to get permission from Comendadora Zorra. She wishes to protect our hostages from molestation."

"Well you can tell her that I do not mind being 'molested' by such a lovely señorita as you."

That comment earned Peter a big grin. Lorena took him by the arm and they waded back to the shore. Everyone else was well on her way to getting dressed, and to Peter's chagrin, nearly every female eye was checking him out as he exited the pond. The attention of so many beautiful, young women had an immediate effect on his deflating cock, and as it again rose to attention, Peter could feel every eye was now focused on his stiffening rod.

Marta, (alias Commander Zorra) was not immune to the allure of a handsome, naked and aroused man either. She was having difficulty staying focused on watching the perimeter for any sign of intruders. The sight of this naked man and his equally naked sisters was simply too much of a distraction. She felt relieved when all of them were finally clothed again. As soon as the hostages' heads were covered, the group headed back to their subterranean encampment.

Later that afternoon, Marta was seated at her desk, studying maps in preparation for a mission to destroy helicopters operated by the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency, (DEA) when Pilar, one of her fighters, entered the chamber. The helicopters were currently flying out of Prado's small municipal airport.

Prior to Marta's common-law marriage to Carlos Sanchez and her elevation to column commander, Pilar and Marta had enjoyed occasional trysts with each other. Marta put an end to all her casual sexual relationships, however, when she and Carlos fell in love. After Carlos was killed, Marta became the ranking officer of the column, and believing that such fraternization with her underlings might undermine her command, she continued to abstain from sexual relationships with underlings. Nevertheless, the two young women still had similar backgrounds, and while no longer lovers, they still shared confidences.

"What are you looking at on that map?" Pilar asked, as she took a seat next to Marta's desk.

"The airfield outside of Prado is being used by those damned Yankee drug agents as a base to spray their herbicide all over the countryside. Not only are they killing the coca which indirectly supplies us with income, they are also killing the other crops of the campesinos (farmers). On orders from the Front Commander, I am going to destroy the DEA helicopters. This is one mission I am going to thoroughly enjoy."

Pilar made a soft whistling sound at hearing Marta's audacious plan.

"You know that we will be stirring up a nest of hornets, don't you?"

"Yes, but it will not be the first time we have done so, nor will it be the last. We must continue to harass the enemies of the revolution, until victory is won. Destroying those aircraft will cripple their poison spraying program in our area of operations but more importantly, it just might also convince them that the cost of being here is too high."

Pilar nodded her head in agreement with Marta's plan, and then brought up a different topic.

"I wanted to tell you something about one of the hostages. You know that cute little rubia?" (Blond)

"You mean the youngest of the Ballard sisters?"

"Sí, the one I helped bathe today," Pilar replied with a smirk.

"What about her?"

"When I began to use my soapy hands to wash her breasts, I got the feeling that she was enjoying my touch, so I tried teasing her nipples a little bit, just to see how she would react." Pilar paused and looked at Marta.

"And how did she react?" Marta prodded.

"She smiled at me."

"Is that all?"

"No, I then moved my hand down between her legs, like I was just going to clean her there, and as soon as my fingers touched her labios (lips), she spread her feet farther apart. I began rubbing her there, and she started thrusting her hips at me! Since she was acting like she enjoyed what I was doing, I pushed a finger inside her and thrust it in and out, and that really got her excited. I just kept rubbing her until she had an orgasm."

"Well now... that's an interesting discovery you have made about our little señorita Katherine, but why are you telling me?"

Pilar gave Marta a sly look, before answering, "I just thought that perhaps while she is our hostage, we might enjoy spending some private time with her."

Marta frowned at Pilar's suggestion that they have any sexual contact with a hostage.

"You know how I feel about sexually abusing our hostages. I know it is a common practice in other FARC units, but I am trying to discourage it in my column. Besides, I gave Señor Ballard my word that his sisters would not be mistreated."

"Sí, but since the hermanita (little sister) seems to enjoy the touch of a woman, it would not be mistreatment," Pilar argued.

"You have a point there," Marta said, the hint of a smile creeping into her expression. "Very well... I will give you permission to have access to the girl, but you must be discreet. I do not want the men to learn of this, or they will begin demanding access as well. Perhaps the best way to keep this a secret would be for you and the girl to remain at the bathing pond after everyone else has left. Then you and the girl can enjoy some private time together before you return her to the cell. One more thing... since she will be outside, FARC regulations require that her wrists remain bound, until she is returned to the cell. Is that clear?"

"Sí, Comendadora, thank you for granting permission," Pilar answered, and with a knowing wink added, "Perhaps you can also enjoy spending some private time at the pond with la señorita."

Marta did not respond to that suggestion, however, after Pilar left the chamber, she smiled to herself.

While the Ballard siblings were being bathed in Colombia, John Riley, the chief of security for Consolidated Minerals and Metals, was on the phone with Brandon Bellows. Brandon was a retired Special Forces Major who operated a company that specialized in supplying mercenaries to American business concerns overseas. Riley laid out the situation to Bellows and asked if he could help.

"Mr. Riley, I have an office in Bogotá and enjoy good relations with the Colombian government. We might be able to locate the Ballard family, but we would have to coordinate their rescue with the local Guardia. We can't act autonomously down there, given the current political climate in Colombia."

Riley understood and approved of Bellows' thinking. He thought it would be much better to use the government troops for the actual rescue, as it would cut down on Consolidated's exposure to criticism if something went wrong. It was all well and good that Sean O'Malley wanted to rescue his employee, but Riley had an aversion to Sean's tendency to play cowboy. Slow and methodical, that was the way to take care of this, not some half-cocked Ramboesque debacle.

"That sounds like a plan, Brandon. I can be down there day after tomorrow; how soon can you assemble your people and start?"

An awkward silence loomed over the Ballard siblings, after they returned from their bath. While Katherine relaxed on one of the mattresses placed in the middle of their cell and cast glances at Peter, Darla and Stephanie sat huddled together in one corner, carefully avoiding any eye contact with their brother, who sat alone in the opposite corner.

The two older sisters wrestled with a jumble of conflicting emotions about their experience at the pond. They felt embarrassed at being stripped and bathed in the presence of Peter, but at the same time, the sight of their naked and aroused brother had stirred a more primal urge in the girls, an urge they felt no sister should ever entertain. As a result of these incestuous urges, Darla and Stephanie were also assaulted by feelings of guilt.

Katherine, by contrast, had no misgivings about what happened at the pond. She felt no embarrassment over being stripped naked before her brother, and felt no guilt for enjoying the sight of him in all his naked and aroused glory. Her incestuous desires for Peter were nothing new to the sexually adventurous teen; she had been harboring them ever since entering puberty. She often fantasized about seducing her brother one day, but the opportunity to actually do so had never materialized... until now.

Peter was somewhere between the two extremes of Katherine's guilt-free sexuality and the guilt-ridden sexuality of Darla and Stephanie. He couldn't deny that seeing his pretty sisters in the all-together had been a masturbation fantasy come true, but his desire to do more than look at their naked bodies troubled him. In an effort to chase away those unbrotherly thoughts, he focused his mind on the lovely Lorena, and how she had pleasured him during his bath. He found himself looking forward to the next visit to the pond, and was excited by the possibility of a more intimate encounter with Lorena.

The mood of the siblings lightened somewhat, when several guerilla females entered their cell, carrying their evening meal. Commander Zorra understood the adage that an army runs on its stomach, and encouraged those tasked with preparing meals for her unit, to offer a varied and healthy menu. While the members of other FARC units existed on a repetitive diet of black beans and rice, Zorra's column feasted on a wide variety of tropical fruits, vegetables, fish and meat. Fortunately for Peter and his sisters, Zorra insisted that hostages also be offered this same healthy menu.

This evening's fare featured rack of lamb, steamed chayote (a type of squash), brown rice, and sautéed mushrooms. As Peter and his sisters enjoyed their meal, they forgot about the embarrassing scene at the pond, and began to talk to each other again.

As the siblings prepared for bed, Katherine made a decision that would forever change her relationship with Peter. She waited for him to lie down on one of the two mattresses that had been placed together to form one large bed, and when he did so, she took the spot next to him, lying along his left side. Stephanie got in on Peter's other side, followed by Darla.

Just as they had done on previous nights, the siblings got beneath the blankets, before stripping out of their clothes to change into their pajamas and nightgowns, only this night, Katherine had a little trick up her sleeve. Instead of the more modest pajamas she had worn previously, she slipped on a sexy little baby-doll nightie. She had bought this little number in hopes of using it to seduce her brother during her visit.

Katherine lay on her side facing Peter and snuggled against him, her arm draped across his waist. The diaphanous material of her nightie barely concealed her breasts, which she pressed against his chest. She waited for Peter's reaction to seeing her dressed in such provocative lingerie, her heart in her throat. She was taking a calculated risk that even if Peter rejected her sexual overture, he wouldn't blow the whistle on her to her sisters.

The moment Peter felt Katherine snuggle against him, he knew something was different. His mind registered the sensation of something soft and silky against his bare chest. Wasn't Katherine wearing cotton pajamas on previous nights? Since their captors forbid them to turn off the light in their cell, he took a quick peek beneath the blanket, verifying with his eyes what his skin was telling him. Sure enough, Katherine was wearing a nearly see-through nightie.

Turning his head to whisper in her ear, he hissed, "What do you think you're doing wearing that thing?"

Katherine just gave him a coy smile and whispered back, "I just wanted to wear something pretty for you."

"Well you better not let Darla catch you in that skimpy little thing... she would have a hissy-fit," he hissed back.

"Shh... it'll be our little secret." Katherine whispered conspiratorially, and as an afterthought, she added with a wink, "Do you like my nightie?"

The only response she got from her embarrassed brother was a quiet gasp. Of course he liked her nightie, but she was his sister, for crying out loud, did she really expect him to admit that he liked seeing her in such revealing lingerie? Katherine wasn't going to let him off so easily, however.

"I really enjoyed our bath today. What I really enjoyed was looking at this..." she whispered, just before reaching beneath the blanket and squeezing Peter's erection through his boxer-briefs.

"Katherine!" Peter said a bit too loudly.

"What's going on over there?" An irritated Darla asked.

"Uh, nothing, sis... we were just talking." Peter answered, while prying Katherine's fingers from his turgid shaft.

"Well how about piping down. It's late, and I'm trying to get some sleep!"

"See? You're gonna get yourself in hot water with Darla if you don't cut it out," Peter hissed.

Katherine reluctantly realized Peter was right. As long as Darla and Stephanie were awake, it was much too risky for her to start anything sexual with him. 'I'll just have to bide my time until the wee hours of the morning', she thought, smiling to herself.

It was around five in the morning, when Peter slowly began to awaken from a deep sleep. Something had disturbed his slumber, but in took a moment for the mental fog to dissipate enough to realize what had awakened him. It was the delicate touch of someone's fingers, roaming over the front of his briefs. He didn't need to look to see to whom the hand belonged. His youngest sister was after his cock again.

Peter had to make a decision. Should he be a good brother and pull his sister's hand away from his cock, or just pretend to be asleep, allowing his sister to satisfy her curiosity about the opposite sex. He quietly lay there, waffling between these two choices. Katherine's fingers, meanwhile, were growing bolder in their exploration, lightly rubbing and squeezing Peter's rapidly hardening shaft. When her fingers suddenly slipped beneath his briefs and wrapped themselves around his now erect cock, his little head made Peter's choice for him.

When Katherine felt Peter's penis grow erect, she knew he was only pretending to be asleep, and she interpreted this charade as tacit approval. Emboldened with that knowledge, she advanced her seduction, slipping her hand beneath Peter's briefs to fondle him more intimately. She could scarcely encircle her hand around his fat shaft, and as she slid her hand along its length from base to tip, she knew without a doubt, that his was the largest penis she had ever held.

Peter continued to feign sleep while enjoying Katherine's fondling of his manhood. When he felt her tug down the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tuck them beneath his balls, he didn't get concerned. He simply assumed she wanted better access. When he felt her duck her head under the blanket and rest it on his belly, he just figured she wanted to have a close look. A little looking and touching was okay with him. When he felt her mouth and lips engulf the first inch of his shaft, however, he suddenly realized he'd let things go way too far. He knew he should stop her from doing this, but he was already past the point of no return; her expert sucking simply felt too good to stop.

Katherine swirled her tongue around the sensitive crown of Peter's cock, before licking down one side of the long shaft and back up the other side. Again and again she repeated this technique, driving Peter ever closer to the brink of orgasm. When she saw his pre-ejaculate turn into a steady flow, she took him into her mouth to begin sucking him in ernest.

Peter's balls contracted just before his cock erupted in a torrent of semen. As jet after jet of warm, thick semen flowed into his sister's mouth, she quickly gulped it down and readied herself for the next mouthful. When his ejaculation tapered off to a mere trickle, she continued to lick and suckle, until his penis became soft. Only then did she come out from beneath the covers, a Cheshire-cat grin on her face.

"Did you enjoy that little treat, Petey?" She whispered in his ear.

"Where... on Earth... did you learn to do that?" He whispered between ragged breaths.

"I may be sweet sixteen, but I've definitely been kissed... and a whole lot more," she answered, with mirth in her voice.

Peter had assumed that his youngest sister was still an innocent virgin, but her confession, along with that expertly delivered blowjob, dispelled that notion. His musings about the extent of Katherine's sexual experience was interrupted by her next statement.

"Maybe next time we do this, we can do a sixty-nine, so you can return the favor."

"I don't think there should be a next time."

"Why not? Didn't you enjoy it?" She whispered in a teasing voice.

"You know damn well I enjoyed it, but it's wrong... you're my sister."

"So what? As long as both of us enjoy it, why would it be wrong?"

Their argument was interrupted by the sound of a yawning Stephanie, who sat up from her spot on the other side of Peter. Mumbling a good-morning to her siblings, she rose to her feet and walked over to the five-gallon bucket, which served as their toilet. Prying off the lid, she unceremoniously pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties, and squatted over it to urinate. While Stephanie's attention was diverted, Katherine quickly slipped off her baby-doll and got dressed.

Peter spent the morning pondering Katherine's question: "As long as both of us enjoy it, why would it be wrong?" He struggled to come up with a good answer to her question, but to his chagrin, had to admit there was none. That admission led Peter to his decision. They would continue to be sexually intimate, but he also made a vow to draw the line at intercourse.
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