Chapter 8

Posted: March 13, 2007 - 12:39:36 am?

At the two-week mark of their captivity, Peter found himself once again standing on the hillside near the cell phone tower with Commander Zorra. As before, she handed him the cell phone and he dialed the number for Consolidated Metals and Minerals. Once he identified himself, he was immediately connected with Tim Arronson, his boss. Arronson told him the negotiator was now in Colombia, and gave him the man's name and phone number. Zorra wrote the number, a Bogotá prefix down, as Peter explained the situation to her. He dialed the number when she nodded her approval.

John Riley answered the phone on the third ring.

"Riley here."

"Mr. Riley, this is Pete Ballard. I was told to call you."

Riley put down the paper he was reading and turned his full attention towards the phone.

"Pete, am I ever glad to hear from you! Are you and your sisters alright?"

"Yes sir, we are being treated very well so far. I have someone here from the FARC who wishes to speak with you."

Riley told him to put them on, so Pete handed the phone to Zorra.

"Hola, Señor Riley, welcome to Colombia. Do you have our money?"

"That depends on a couple of things, young lady. For instance, how do we make the transfer?"

"That is simple, señor. You deposit the money in the same account that you are putting the safekeeping money into. When we confirm the deposit, we will release our guests."

Zorra's jaws tightened at the barking laugh that came through the phone.

"Pardon my disbelief, miss, but I don't think my employer is going to release two million dollars for a pig in a poke, on the word of a bunch of terrorists. You are going to have to come up with something better than that. Tell your leaders that, and call me back when they are serious."

Zorra looked at Pete as her confusion temporarily displaced her anger at the condescending capitalist on the phone. She covered the mouthpiece with the heel of her hand.

"What is a pig in a poke?"

Peter arched his eyebrows at the question, but answered it anyway.

"A poke is a word for bag or sack. It is an old saying in my country that means buying something without seeing it first."

Marta nodded and put the phone back to her ear. When she spoke, her tone was haughty and imperious.

"We are not terrorists, señor, rather, like the martyrs who founded your country, we are revolutionaries trying to free ourselves from the yoke of imperialist oppression. I need no approval from anyone to conduct these negotiations; I have sufficient rank to make any decisions necessary. I will call you again in a few days to see if we can reach an agreement. It would be a pity to have to execute Peter and his sisters."

Marta broke the connection before Riley could say anything else. The man's whole attitude convinced her that the negotiations were going to be one of those long drawn out affairs that seemed to be the norm in the last few years. She didn't doubt for a second that it would take the Red Cross or Catholic Church's intervention before she finally received the ransom. More and more often, the negotiations for hostages required the cooler heads of the humanitarian organizations to solve impasses.

Marta realized as they trudged back to the caverns, that Pilar's adoption scheme was the only viable short time solution to their funding woes. Based on conversations with her former employer at the adoption agency, Pilar had devised an amazing plan that had the potential to earn them a tidy sum of money, with the revenue stream starting almost immediately. The plan was larcenous, but the victims would be wealthy Norteamericanos. In addition, if there were legal consequences, they would fall on the adoption agency.

Pilar had called Pablo Martinez, her former employer, with a proposition to provide babies for adoption from the Tolima region. Her hook to convince the Bogotá agency was a set of digital camera photographs. The pictures were of Pete's sisters, and five of the most physically attractive female soldiers in the column. These five had been selected from a list of volunteers, to participate in the breeding program. They were chosen for their light skin and hair color. Pilar and Zorra jokingly referred to the five volunteers as, "La Brigada del Bebé," meaning the Baby Brigade.

For each photograph, Pilar had made up a fake biography of the woman. Pilar claimed that all eight had been impregnated and abandoned by men from the United States, who had been in Tolima for business. She had simple but believable cover stories to explain the three blonde women's presence in Tolima.

The adoption agency put the photographs (with the faces obscured) and the biographies on its website, two days ago and had already received numerous inquiries. The agency in Bogotá would screen the inquiries and pluck out the serious candidates. The couples selected would be required to pay a ten thousand dollar retainer; the agency would then pay Pilar one thousand dollars a month for each of the pregnant girls' upkeep. The agency was already preparing the paper work for two couples interested in adopting Darla and Katherine's 'children.'

Pete was deep in thought as they walked along also. His thoughts, however, did not involve ransoms or schemes. Instead, he was thinking about last night, and his half-sisters, Katherine and Stephanie. All three of his sisters liked sleeping next to him, although all three had different reasons for wanting to do so. As a result, they had worked out a rotation amongst themselves; last night was the first night since the episode with Stephanie, that Katherine and Stephanie bracketed him again.

Katherine started things as usual, waiting only long enough for Darla to fall asleep. Darla's ability to sleep through anything was legendary in the family, so she was no threat to discover them. Since Stephanie wasn't going to say anything, her hand went immediately to his shaft. She cooed when she found him stiffly erect. Pete was rock hard, because he had been without any relief for three days, and both his sisters were presently pressed tight against him. Katherine's little hand felt good on his shaft, so when Stephie's fingers joined in, he was in heaven. As they continued to lightly caress him, Katherine whispered in his ear.

"I want you to make Stephie cum first, big brother. She's never had a man do that for her. I'll snuggle Darla, so she doesn't get jostled. When you finish with Stephie, you can do me, and then I'll do you."

Katherine didn't give him time to answer, as she scooted back from him and up against Darla. By moving backwards towards Darla, Katherine had left Pete and Stephanie alone on one mattress. Pete turned towards Stephanie, and could see by the excitement in her eyes, that the whole maneuver had been planned with her sister in advance. Pete rolled on his side so they were face to face. Still looking into her eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her.

Stephanie sighed and kissed him back, her lips soft and sweet against his. Pete gently pried her lips open with his tongue, still keeping the kiss soft and light. When he broke the kiss, her eyes were still open and looking into his.

"Are you sure about this, Stephie?" he asked.

She nodded her head emphatically.

"Absolutely!" she whispered huskily.

Accepting her answer, he rolled her onto her back and started kissing her again. As their kisses heated up, he slipped his hand under the long nightgown she was wearing, and caressed her amazing breasts. Even lying on her back, her breast still stood proudly with only a slight sag to the sides.

The moment Stephanie felt Peter's fingers begin to tweak her hypersensitive nipples, she felt a jolt of pleasure surge from her breasts, headed directly to her vulva. She barely managed to stifle a moan, as she felt her pussy begin to tingle with growing arousal. She spread her legs and slipped a hand down to cup her panty-covered mound, confirming that she was already getting wet.

Peter pulled up the hem of Stephanie's nightgown, until her full, round breasts were exposed. When he sucked a swollen nipple into his mouth, she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, her hands going to the back of Peter's head to hold him in place. While continuing to suckle at her breasts, he moved his right hand to her panties, and slipped beneath the silky little garment to find her sex. Stephanie had thought nothing could give her more pleasure than having her nipples kissed, but she now learned otherwise.

Peter slowly ran his fingers up and down the moist folds of his little sister's labia. When his middle finger began to enter her virginal passage, she took in a sharp breath. He could feel her hips thrust upward, encouraging deeper penetration. He slowly worked his finger in and out, carefully advancing until he felt the resistance of her intact hymen. He worked his finger in and out, while bringing his thumb to bear against her swollen clitoris. Just as she was about to reach nirvana, however, Peter withdrew his massaging fingers.

"Please don't stop," she hissed, "I was almost there!"

"Shh... don't worry... I'm going to give you something even better than my fingers," he whispered back, as he proceeded to pull off her panties.

Stephanie thought Peter's fingers felt heavenly, but they couldn't hold a candle to his lips and tongue. The instant she felt his tongue swipe across her clitoris, she went off like a firecracker, her entire body convulsing from wave after wave of orgasmic spasms. Her hands flew to Peter's head, pulling his face firmly against her vulva.

Pete's replay of that session ended when they reached the caverns and his hood was removed. Marta walked him to his cell, and instead of leaving him in the care of the guard at the door, she entered the room with him. Pete shrugged and shook his head when his sisters looked hopefully toward him. Marta cleared her throat and started talking.

"My conversation with Peter's employer was most unproductive, senoritas. That is very bad for all of us, because money is most urgently needed now, and the FARC Central High Command is unable to fund us for the foreseeable future. You, senoritas, are going to help us continue our revolutionary struggle, by having babies we will sell for adoption."

Pete angrily jumped up and started shouting before Marta could say another word.

"You gave me your word that my sisters would be spared rape, Commander! You'll have to kill me before I let that happen!"

Marta felt her skin warm and tingle at Pete's outburst. He was such a fine man to be so young. She could not suppress her smile as she looked at him.

"Your death won't be necessary, Peter, because my plan doesn't include any of my male soldiers. As a matter of fact, my plan is partly to keep my men from continuing to demand access to your sisters. It is you who will impregnate your sisters, to insure fair skinned, blonde children, which will fetch a higher price."

Darla jumped into the fray.

"You can't force us to have sex with our brother. That's sick and disgusting!"

Marta's smile widened.

"Perhaps you should talk to your brother and sisters before you get so indignant. Judging from what my guards tell me, they feel differently about the matter. If, however, you refuse to cooperate, I will consider my promise void in your instance, and give you to my men for their pleasure. The choice is entirely yours."

Marta spun on her heels and marched towards the door. Darla looked in shock at a smiling Katherine and blushing Stephanie. Peter was still standing, facing the commander, so Darla couldn't see his expression. Marta turned with one hand on the door.

"The program will start immediately. Peter and one of you will be escorted to my room tonight. Decide among yourselves who will accompany him, or the guards will choose one of you at random."

The cell was as quiet as a morgue, after the commander left. Pete finally turned around to face his sisters. Darla was the first to speak, her voice hurt and angry.

"What's been going on here?"

Katherine answered her.

"Just some playing around to help pass the time and make us feel better, sis. We haven't had intercourse or anything, if that's what you're asking. The idea of sleeping with Pete doesn't bother me a bit, and I'll bet it doesn't bother Stephanie either, but I don't want to get pregnant."

Pete looked sheepishly at Darla, as he rejoined the conversation.

"Darla, I love our sisters, and I'd never do anything to hurt them. I probably could have used more self-restraint, but I'm not ashamed of anything that happened between us. As far as getting any of you pregnant, I seriously doubt that will happen. When we all had the mumps when I was seventeen, it pretty well left me sterile. We don't need to tell the commander that, though, if having sex with me prevents you all from getting gang-raped by men that don't have my problem."

The siblings talked about the situation for another twenty minutes, before the women drew straws to see who went first. Darla still hated the whole idea of sleeping with her brother, but could not see a way that would allow her to avoid it. Katherine drew the short straw. Although she tried to act nonchalant, secretly, she was elated about it.

John Riley hung up the phone with the FARC woman and immediately called Sean O'Malley. After updating O'Malley, Riley called Arturo Guzman. Riley thought finding out the guerilla leader with whom he'd talked was a woman could be a potentially big lead in the case. Guzman brought him back down to Earth.

"Mr. Riley, women make up about thirty to forty percent of the FARC, so naturally there are a number of women in leadership positions. However, I will check our database on known FARC soldiers to see how many women leaders there are who speak excellent English. You never know, we might just get lucky."

John Riley sure as hell hoped they'd gotten lucky, because things were not going well at the moment. The main problem he was encountering was lining up soldiers for when they were needed for the rescue. Even with Arturo's help, his men had found only ten suitable recruits for the mission. It was plain bad luck that the AUC in the area had recently disbanded, and renounced violence in exchange for pardons.

When Pilar, accompanied by two other female guerillas, entered the hostages' cell, Peter and Katherine rose to greet them.

"My sisters drew straws to decide which of them would be first, and Katherine was selected," he said in Spanish.

Pilar was secretly pleased to see that Katherine would be the first to be bred with Peter. She looked at the girl, searching for any sign of fear or reluctance about what the evening held for her, but Katherine showed no sign of distress. On the contrary, her body language indicated she was completely at ease, perhaps even eager for the breeding session to begin.

After placing manacles on the wrists of Peter and Katherine, Pilar and the guards led them down a series of passageways, until they reached the door of Commander Zorra's private quarters. Pilar knocked on the door, and a bolt could be heard sliding open. Zorra opened the door and bid them to enter.

Zorra was also pleased to see that Katherine had been selected for tonight's breeding session. Ever since Pilar had detailed her sexual trysts with the girl, Zorra had been entertaining sexual fantasies about the pretty señorita, and now she would have a front-row seat as she watched her being bred by her handsome brother.

Peter took a quick survey of Zorra's quarters. Against one wall, there stood a wood dresser with vanity mirror. In one corner, stood a set of chairs and a table. Peter couldn't help but notice there was only one bed in the room, and it looked to be king-sized, set in a rough-hewn wood frame. An unsettling thought suddenly occurred to him. Did Zorra actually expect he and Katherine to copulate while being watched?

"Commander Zorra, I hope you aren't expecting Katherine and I to do this in your presence. Being forced to have intercourse with my sisters is bad enough, but having an audience would be humiliating!"

"I am not concerned about your embarrassment, Señor Ballard. It is absolutely necessary that one of my comrades or I be present at every breeding session, so we can verify that you have actually planted your seed in your sisters. Now if you please... remove your clothes and get on the bed. It is time to begin!"

Peter and Katherine exchanged glances, before reluctantly beginning to undress. Just as they both got down to their underwear, however, Peter took his sister by the hand and led her to the bed. He lay down on the bed, scooting over to one side to give Katherine room to join him. As soon as she was lying beside him, he began to tenderly kiss and caress her. He intended to take his time with Katherine, vowing to himself that he would try to make this as pleasant an experience for her as possible.

Zorra and Pilar pulled a couple of chairs beside the bed, where they would have front-row seating for the breeding session. They watched as their attractive captives began to kiss each other with growing passion. Zorra's eyes moved over the nearly naked forms of both siblings. She felt the initial stirrings of arousal in her nipples and nether regions, as she watched the bulge grow in the front of Peter's black boxer-briefs. She was anxious to see things move along, but after watching them kiss and cuddle for several minutes, it seemed to her that they were just stalling for time. Finally, Zorra could wait no longer, and ordered the two to get on with the breeding.

"Enough of this kissing and hugging. You are only trying to delay the inevitable. Take off your underwear and do the deed!"

Peter looked over at Zorra with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Look, if you expect me to do this, then you have to let me do this my way. I have never done a wham-bam-thank-you-mam to any woman, and I absolutely refuse to do that to any of my sisters. I love them, and I want to make this as pleasant an experience as possible."

Zorra was taken aback by Peter's heated response, but before she could insist he obey her order, Pilar whispered in her ear.

"Marta, why not let him do it his way? The night is young, and besides, if you were in Katherine's place, wouldn't you want Peter to be a patient and considerate lover?"

Marta looked at her friend and nodded.

"You are right, my friend... that is how every woman wants her lover to be with her."

Turning back to Peter, Zorra said, "Very well, Señor Ballard, I will let you do this your way."

Peter thanked her before turning his attention back to Katherine. As he took her back in his arms, she reached down and placed her hand over the bulge now threatening to rip a hole in his briefs. Peter reciprocated by unclasping her bra. Katherine moaned into Peter's mouth, as she felt his hands caress her breasts. She slipped her hand beneath his briefs, taking hold of his turgid shaft. Peter moved a hand to the crotch of her panties. As he cupped her mound, he felt the wetness there, a sure sign of her growing arousal.

Katherine wasn't the only female with wet panties. Both Zorra and Pilar were squirming in their seats, their own excitement growing as the passionate groping and kissing between brother and sister intensified. They excitedly watched as Peter removed his sister's panties, and then pulled off his boxer-briefs. When Peter got between Katherine's spread thighs, Zorra assumed he was about to inseminate his sister, but then he surprised her.

Peter lowered himself until his lips were mere inches from Katherine's excited vulva, then he extended his tongue and swiped it along the length of her pink folds. Katherine's hands flew to her brother's head, pulling him firmly against her sex. She wailed out in unabashed pleasure, as Peter worked his oral magic on her labia and clitoris, rapidly bringing her to an intense climax.

"¡Este hombre sabe dar placer a las mujeres!" (This man knows how to give pleasure to women!) Pilar whispered in Zorra's ear.

Katherine's body still shook from the effects of her orgasm, as Peter got to his knees. He draped each of her legs over his shoulders, and set the tip of his penis at her pink portal.

"Katherine, sweetheart, are you ready for this?"

With heavily lidded eyes, Katherine nodded yes. Peter gently nudged the helmet of his organ into her vaginal channel, groaning as he felt the tight ring of muscle stretch to accommodate his thick member. He reached down with one hand to massage the juncture of penis and vagina, while his other hand tweaked the swollen nipple of each of her breasts. He looked down to watch as his shaft slowly worked its way ever deeper with each inward thrust.

"How does that feel, baby? I'm not hurting you am I?"

"Oh no! It feels wonderful! Just keep going... I want all of you inside me!"

Zorra and Pilar were now at the edge of their seats, and leaning in to get a closer look as Peter's shaft worked in and out in long, languid strokes. When Peter placed Katherine's legs back on the mattress and stretched out on top of her heaving body, she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a tight embrace.

"Go fast and hard... I'm almost there!" Katherine cried out.

Peter immediately switched into high gear, rapidly thrusting in strong, rapid strokes that made the wooden bed frame creak, and his sister squeal. Again and again he thrust, until that tightening sensation in his loins signaled his approaching orgasm. When at last it came, his body began to spasm uncontrollably, as he emptied himself into his sister.

When their mutual orgasms had subsided, Peter withdrew his semi-erect penis from Katherine, making a wet slurping sound as he did so. Zorra and Pilar had no doubts about whether or not Peter had ejaculated in his sister, for they could plainly see the thick, white fluid leaking from her vagina.

As the siblings kissed and cuddled, Katherine reached down to fondle Peter's semi-rigid penis. She took the thick shaft into her small hand, sliding it up and down its length. She was thinking how wonderful it had felt to have it thrusting within her body, and how nice it would be to do it some more, if only she could make it get hard again.

Katherine began to kiss her way down Peter's body, headed on a mission to resurrect her brother's fading erection. When she took the tip of his cock into her warm sucking mouth and started working her lips and tongue over it, she definitely got Peter's attention. In just moments, his deflating organ was finding new life, thanks to her oral ministrations.

Zorra and Pilar's original plan called for Peter to have a one-hour rest before attempting to inseminate his sister a second time. They simply assumed that like most males, his penis would go flaccid after ejaculation, and he would need time to recharge before being ready for another round. But as they watched Katherine bring Peter's penis back to full erection, that plan was quickly abandoned. Zorra was about to tell Katherine to let Peter mount her for a second round, but the horny teen was way ahead of her.

Zorra watched in surprise as Katherine got on her knees and straddled Peter's hips. Taking hold of his shaft, she set the blunt tip at her opening and slowly lowered herself over it. Inch by inch, Peter's turgid shaft disappeared into Katherine's semen-slick passage. When at last she had taken all of his length inside her body, she gave a satisfied little sigh.

Rising up until all but the tip remained inside, she pivoted her hips in a circular motion designed to give maximum stimulation to her labia and clitoris. As she felt the first tingle of another orgasm approach, she suddenly thrust downward, burying Peter's shaft to the hilt. Again and again, Katherine rose on her knees, only to plunge downward. When she felt Peter's shaft begin to pulse out another load of semen, she picked up the pace, energetically riding her brother's penis to a terrific climax that had her crying out with abandon.

When an exhausted but thoroughly satisfied Katherine slumped onto her brother's heaving chest, signaling the end of another insemination, Zorra couldn't have been more pleased. Peter's performance had exceeded all her expectations, and she had no doubt that he would perform as well with the rest of his sisters.

"Bravo, Señor Ballard! You have done very well for this first breeding session. You and Katherine may now get dressed, and the guards just outside the door will take you back to your cell. Try to get plenty of sleep tonight... you will need your strength for tomorrow. After you have had breakfast, you will be expected to inseminate your other sisters as well."

After Peter and Katherine had been taken back to their cell, Pilar and Zorra discussed details for the weekly breeding schedule.

"Have you put together a schedule for the breeding yet?" Zorra asked.

"Sí Comendadora, I have created a four-day schedule for Señor Ballard. Each day, he will be expected to inseminate two women at least twice. There are a total of eight women he needs to impregnate... his three sisters, plus the five members of the baby brigade. He will be given one day each week, to rest from the breeding."

"But four days to breed all the women and one day of rest still leaves him with two days of the week in which he would be idle. Perhaps we should add some more women to the baby brigade."

Pilar struggled to suppress a smirk, as she replied, "I have two women in mind. One of them can be with Peter on one day, and the other woman on the remaining day."

"And who would these lucky women be, who will not have to share Peter's attentions with another woman?"

"You and me, Comendadora."

Marta had noticed the smirk, so Pilar's answer hadn't caught her completely by surprise; nevertheless, she became quite flustered.

"Me... but I am not so light-skinned as the others... my hair is dark. You have the light features and light brown hair, so you would be a good choice to join the baby brigade, but not me!"

"I'm not talking about doing it for procreation... I'm talking about doing it for pleasure. I've seen the way you look at him, Marta. You were practically drooling while we watched him doing it with Katherine. You can't tell me you haven't been thinking about him. Tell me, how long has it been since you were with a man?"

"It's been much too long," Marta admitted with a wistful look.

"Then it's settled! After Peter has bred the other women this week, each of us can take a day with him."
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